Mu Xiaojiu looked at the monk fixedly, and it wasn't until the first drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose that he smiled and nodded, "Okay, but it's better to go to my boat, although there is no food, there is wine." ”

The monk bowed slightly, then stood up, "Okay, then thank you to the donor." ”

Li San propped up the boat and finally caught up from the rear and was side by side with the boat. Although he didn't know what the specific situation was, since he hadn't fought for a long time, he simply put on his coat and said with a smile: "Da Linzi, are you okay, I just saw that you were so startled that you almost didn't fall into the river." ”

Da Linzi had a dark face, "Don't talk nonsense, row your boat well." After speaking, he stopped the oars first, and picked up the coat at his feet like Li San, and began to put it on.

"Xiaobai, go into the cabin and make a fire for that little stove. Xiao Xian'er, it's okay, don't be nervous, this master, like us, is also a person who has to deal with the momentary beauty. Saying that, Mu Xiaojiu owes a debt, "Master, please." ”

The monk had already thanked him before, but at this time, he saw Hu Xiaoxian and Li Xiaobai again, so he thanked him again, and then arrived at Mu Xiaojiu's ship.

However, this scene shocked both Mu Xiaojiu and Hu Xiaoxian. The two of them saw clearly, the monk's feet did not move, but the person appeared on another boat. Hu Xiaoxian is okay, but he thinks that the monk's light skills are very good, but Mu Xiaojiu knows that the monk's hand and body method is nothing else, it is the big body transfer method in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple.

"Master...... Also from Shaolin? Mu Xiaojiu said loudly.

The monk first entered the cabin, then took off the hat from his head, saluted Mu Xiaojiu with his hands folded, and said with a smile: "The poor monk is indeed a Shaolin disciple. ”

Without the cover of the hat, the monk's appearance was finally exposed to the light. With a face like a crown of jade, starry eyes and thick eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, Mu Xiaojiu couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart, "Such a handsome monk, even Tang Sanzang, who can make his daughter fall in love with the lord of the country, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that." ”

It's just that, thinking of his previous words, Mu Xiaojiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry master, I said crazy words before, but I bumped into you." ”

The monk waved his hand to show that it didn't matter, and then retreated and gave up the position at the door, so that it was convenient for Mu Xiaojiu and Hu Xiaoxian to enter the cabin, "It's okay, although what the donor said is a bit excessive, it is also in line with the truth." In fact, there are indeed many people in Shaolin Temple who have cultivated Buddhism and killed, blindly talking about compassion, but there is much compassion, and it will inevitably become false compassion. ”

Mu Xiaojiu had just entered the cabin and was about to sit down, but when he heard the monk's words, he couldn't help but learn from the monk's appearance, and bowed to the monk with his hands folded, "The master is really a master, which senior monk of Shaolin Temple is not asked?" ”

The monk lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "The poor monk has no Dharma name, only a common name called Ning Negative Buddha, and now it is the first seat of the Northern Shaolin Precept Academy." ”

"Rather than Buddha?" Mu Xiaojiu was stunned, "The master looks young, and he thinks he should be similar to me in the next year." Being able to become the head of the Discipline Academy at such a young age, how could the master not have a Dharma name? Moreover, the name of Ning Cheng Buddha is easy to call people...... Well, misunderstanding. ”

Ning Cheng Buddha took off his robe, revealing the moon-white monk robe inside, "There is no misunderstanding among its implementers, this Ning Cheng Buddha's 'burden' is not a burden, it is a disappointment." The poor monk was actually an orphan, adopted by the Shaolin Temple since childhood, and grew up in the temple, and this name is written on the letter in my infancy. The letter clearly stated that the meaning of this name is 'I would rather live up to my Buddha', which is a great disrespect to Shaolin, but fortunately, my master Bodhisattva has a heart, and finally took me in, hoping to cultivate me, let the disappointment become a burden, and also allow me to take refuge in Buddhism. ”

Mu Xiaojiu untied the wine gourd on his waist, poured the wine in the gourd into the copper kettle prepared on the boat, and while heating the wine, he listened to the fox Xiaoxian ask with interest: "Then I don't know if Master Ning is disappointed or burdened by the Buddha now?" ”

Ning Zhifo did not hesitate, and said directly: "Now I can't talk about whether I am disappointed or burdened, and I still use this name, because I can only be regarded as half a Buddhist." I agree with the great wish of King Jizo Bodhisattva, but I don't agree with the excessive compassion of Shaolin Temple, let alone that everyone can be moved. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground, but too many people just put down the knife in their hands, but they did not put down the knife in their hearts. ”

"Master Ning's style can actually achieve the first seat of the Discipline Academy." Hu Xiaoxian was a little stunned: "How can the gang of old antiques in the Shaolin Temple agree?" ”

"The benefactor is saying, how could they allow a person like a poor monk to tell the truth to become the head of the Vinaya?" Ning Chengfo's words were sharp, but his emotions were still gentle and flat.

"Uh......" Fox Xiaoxian nodded, but didn't answer.

"Because they can't help it." Ning Chengfo's smile did not decrease, "The first seat of the previous generation of precepts was the master of the poor monk, and the poor monk's martial arts were not bad, so they couldn't drive me away." ”

The corners of Mu Xiaojiu's mouth curled, "Master Ning, your words are a little too modest." ”

Ning Zhifo watched Mu Xiaojiu sit on the copper kettle on the fire, looked at himself with a smile, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Donor, you have good eyesight." It's just not bad, it's not bad. How can this be considered the modesty of a poor monk? Just be realistic. ”

Li Xiaobai held the iron chisel, while turning the charcoal fire under the small stove, he raised his hand and lifted the curtain blocking the window behind him, "The rain outside is starting to become a little heavy." ”

"I wonder how long this rain is going to take?" Fox Xiaoxian said with interest.

Outside the cabin, Li San suddenly spoke: "Don't worry, don't be afraid of the rain, it won't delay our speed." As for the rain, depending on the weather, it may fall until evening. And it may rain a lot in a while, if it weren't for the fact that several of them are martial arts practitioners, I am really worried that you will not be able to stand the cold of this rain and catch the wind cold. ”

Mu Xiaojiu rubbed the copper kettle with his hand, and then nodded slightly, "In a little while, this wine will be warm." It's just a pity that there is no tea, Master Ning, you can only drink water. ”

Ning Chengfo sniffed the aroma of wine that was scattered in the air because of the heating, and said with a happy smile: "Don't be afraid, poor monks also drink, but the amount of wine is not good, so you can only drink a little, not more." ”

As soon as these words came out, they were immediately shocked.