Duan Shaojun, who had bandaged his wound and changed into a new set of clothes, came to Master Mengfu. He pulled out the sword at his waist that only played a decorative role from beginning to end, and even folded his thigh when he wrestled, and then rested directly on the table. "Great monk, your saber is guaranteed to be uninjured or touched, and it is not even dusty."

Meng Yu looked at the sword placed on the table, his hand was raised, paused, retracted again, twisted the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and took a deep breath. "That's it, since such a thing outside the body has been given to you, you can take it."

Duan Shaojun glanced at the expression on Meng's face, and said with some curiosity. "Aren't you distressed?"

Meng Yu raised his head and looked at Duan Shaojun, and said solemnly. "The old man is now a man outside the world, so naturally he doesn't need such a murderous thing, and since you can help others regardless of your own life and death, this star follows you, and it has not dishonored its reputation."

"Did I really take it?" Seeing that Meng Yu didn't say anything, Duan Shaojun picked up the sword and hung it on his waist again. It's also a sword, and it's also a valuable work of art again, others are willing to give it, don't you want it?

Although Duan Shaojun has always prided himself as a gentleman who does not leave anything behind, it is definitely not in line with his life and survival philosophy that he will not occupy the one sent to the door.

"Great monk, shouldn't we talk about apprenticeship?" Duan Shaojun sat opposite the Great Monk of Dream Confusion, first respectfully poured a cup of tea for the Great Monk of Dream Confusion, and also filled one for himself.

"What's your name?" The dream of the great monk's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes looking at this guy.

Duan Shaojun smiled embarrassedly and quickly changed his words. "The master asks for forgiveness for being rude, and I hope that the master can keep his promise and accept him as a lay disciple."

"You've fulfilled your promise to the old man before, so the old man naturally won't lose his word." Meng Miao looked at the handsome young man in front of him, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have been lightly raised with a smile, giving people a feeling full of sunshine and youthful vitality.

"And then?" Duan Shaojun didn't get up with a happy face, but waited quietly for the Great Monk to continue to speak.

"However, if you want to learn this acupuncture method from Lao Gao, there must be several conditions." Dream confused looked at Duan Shaojun with a scheming look.

This guy rolled his eyes, put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, and said: "As long as I am not asked to kill people and set fires, steal incense and steal jade, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree." ”

Meng Miang resisted the urge to pick up the teacup and throw it in the stinky boy's face, and snorted. "First of all, you first memorize the twelve meridians of the human body, and the three hundred and six acupoints. If you can keep it in mind, the old man will tell you the next condition. Speaking of this, Meng Miao raised his hand, and the white-faced and beardless disciple next to him respectfully handed over a thin booklet.

After Duan Shaojun took it and looked at it, he shook his head confidently. "It won't take twenty years, within ten days, if I can't even memorize this content, I will definitely not come back to ask for shame."

Meng Yu couldn't help but look at Duan Shaojun in some surprise. "Don't joke with the old man, otherwise, you will be the one who suffers."

"Don't worry, master, I have this confidence below." Duan Shaojun really didn't say much, before the crossing, when he was studying surgery, he also chose a discipline called acupuncture surgery, and at that time, he could memorize most of the acupoints on the human body. And after the crossing, it seems that the memory has also been affected to a certain extent, but not in the bad way, but in the good side, it is precisely with this kind of dependence, so Duan Shaojun said that ten days is still a long time, but in order not to be too shocking, otherwise, at most, in two or three days, Duan Shaojun will be able to memorize all the contents of this thin book backwards.

"However, how many conditions do you have, can you make it clear first, so that you can have a plan in the future." Duan Shaojun thought about it and said again. Who knows if this old guy really wants to take himself as an apprentice or if he wants to take revenge on himself for killing and eating meat in the mountain behind the temple.

This old man's character is a bit unauthentic, so it's better to ask clearly, and it is an excellent young man with a pure character like himself who will save the loss.

"It's not more than three, at most it's three conditions, don't worry, Lao Gao is a monk and can't speak." The abbot of the dream gave this guy an angry look. However, in my heart, I admired Duan Shaojun's confident and unarrogant attitude.

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"That is, Uncle Monk is not a person who does not believe in his word, and he is not allowed to doubt." Chu Chu, who was hiding behind the abbot of the dream, nodded and glared at Duan Shaojun angrily, this bad guy always doubts the character of others.

"I'm not skeptical, I'm just not sure." Duan Shaojun smiled at Chu Chu, and then sat down on the couch carefully. Fortunately, the injury happened to be located in the upper left part of the left hip, not the lower hip. Otherwise, Duan Shaojun could only stand, or he could only lie on his stomach when he was tired, and he could only lie on his stomach in his room, lying on his stomach like a frog in a place like a pharmacy, which was really ruined.

I took out the book about the human body acupoints and acupuncture and moxibustion "Dacheng Acupuncture Sutra" and began to study it carefully, fortunately, my traditional Chinese character skills are good, although I can't write it, but at least I can understand it, occasionally some rare words, directly ask the master of dream confusion or the amiable and lovely Chu Chu girl.

The abbot sat for a while, and couldn't help but ask Duan Shaojun about the medical emergency methods that he was unfamiliar with, but Duan Shaojun didn't say anything, and introduced some practical medical theories in simple terms.

Whether it is daily hygiene, or first aid methods for various special cases, as well as the treatment and care of sudden creations, etc., the abbot's eyes are straight when he listens to it, and the more he asks, the more frightened he is.

I never imagined that Duan Shaojun's master had already understood medicine so thoroughly from another direction, and it could even be said that he was simply a master-level doctor who combined alternative medicine with Dacheng.

"Who is your master's name, don't you have any clues?" The dream abbot couldn't help but ask.

"My master has never liked to talk about these things, but he seems to have studied Buddhism quite a bit, and once on August 15, when he was watching the bright moon at night by the pond, he chanted two proverbs, which I still remember very clearly." Duan Shaojun saw the suspicious face of the abbot of the dream, and knew that if he didn't throw something to prove it, maybe this old guy would be cranky, and he didn't know which country he would go to.

"Oh? I don't know what your master said? The old man listened attentively. The abbot grinned, and a glint flashed in his narrowed eyes.

Duan Shaojun pondered for a long time, his eyes showed warmth and nostalgia, and he said slowly: "The bamboo shadow sweeps the dust and does not move, and the moon passes through the bottom of the pool without a trace......

That was Wenwen's favorite Buddha's prayer, it was a conflict between them that almost broke apart, when Duan Shaojun saw Wenwen's handwriting, and these two sentences that seemed to see through everything, calm and desperate, he looked for her like crazy, trying to redeem it.

In the end, Wenwen returned to her embrace, but these two sentences were like the scars cut by the two sharpest knives in the world, so that the two of them were reluctant to touch this scar again, but when she left, every time she dreamed back at midnight, when the moon in the clear sky was reflected in Duan Shaojun's eyes, she would always remember everything at that time sadly.

He slowly exhaled the turbidity in his heart, raised his head, and startled the expression of the abbot of the dream. The old guy was like a tiger who had been stabbed in a chrysanthemum by Duan Shaojun with a spear, his eyes were wide and round, and his mouth was not grinning at all, like a seriously ill patient with facial neuromuscular paralysis after a stroke.

Originally, Chu Chu's sister, who was lying on the medicine cabinet and eavesdropping on the communication between the two with her ears stunned, carefully savored these two profound proverbs with a pensive look.

"Amitabha, your master must be my great Buddha." After dreaming of the abbot for a long time, he sat back on the couch, carefully smashing these two words, and after a long time, he was extremely sure and extremely firm to rush Duan Shaojundao.

"Really?" Duan Shaojun looked confused, and he was secretly happy in his heart, these two proverbs must have been passed down by a certain Buddhist master, but Duan Shaojun didn't know.

"Who else can write such a proverb and have such a profound Zen meaning, except for the great virtues of Buddhism?" The dream abbot is dissatisfied with the authentic. However, in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little more good about Duan Shaojun, who was cultivated by a Buddhist monk who was unknown to the world.

No wonder this kid was able to learn so many things, presumably it must have been taught by the great virtues of the fellow Buddhists, and the abbot of Mengfu thought so proudly.