It was just dawn, and it was the quietest time of the morning, when there was a faint sound of chanting from a passenger boat parked in the middle of the river.

"Uncle Shi, let's get to Jinan soon, and when we go back to the temple in a few days, we will be able to eat zongzi in time for the Dragon Boat Festival." At the end of the morning class, Shanguo put away the scriptures and said to Yuanxing who was on the side with a smile.

"yes, it's time to go home!" Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, and also answered, but the tone was a little erratic, after a battle in 30,000 cities, the next journey was very smooth, arrived in Tianjin in mid-April, and only took the boat to the south after a few days at the third senior brother's house, and now there is only one day left from Jinan City.

It's been almost a year since this came and went. His cultivation of supernatural powers has made considerable progress, his eyes are no longer pitch black, he can already see some light and shadow vaguely, he has a hunch, it will not be long before he returns to Tianchan Temple, it is the moment when he sees the light again. And it's time to go home. He loved the peace and quietness of the monastic life, but he missed his parents and friends at home, and this complex and contradictory thought has been with him since the boat entered the Grand Canal.

"The little monk is actually timid about his hometown? It's not like being a monk. A voice came from behind him, teasing.

"The poor monk is not good at studying, and he is not as free and easy as the Taoist." Yuan Xing turned around and clasped his palms together and said, "Zhang Daochang got up so early, he could sleep peacefully last night?"

"If it weren't for the two of you monks chanting, I would have slept better." Zhang Daochang in Yuan Xing's mouth snorted.

Yuan Xing smiled slightly, but ignored him, but said to Zhang Daochang's side: "Xiao Yangdao, it's better to be my apprentice." As he spoke, he took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, fumbled to open it, and leaned over to hand it to him: "Follow me up the mountain, you can eat the candied fruit." "Of course, this is a joke, a daily abduction operation, just to anger this old way.

"You bald head is really not a thing, and you can do things to deceive children......" Sure enough, Zhang Daochang immediately jumped to his feet.

Zhang Yangdao, the eight- or nine-year-old Taoist boy beside him, was accustomed to the behavior between the two, and took out a handful of paper bags very calmly: "Thank you, brother monk." On the one hand, he also divided half of it to the smiling and lively good fruit, and then a little monk and a little Taoist boy took the candied fruit in his mouth and ran to the end to watch the boat boss lift the anchor.

The Taoist Zhang glanced at the smiling Yuanxing: "You really like the cultivation of the Dao?" What if you let him follow you? ”

I couldn't laugh anymore, I didn't expect the other party to say this this time, he was just joking. Not to mention that he is about to leave and has no time to teach his disciples and cultivate the Tao, just from this name, we can see what kind of expectations the teacher of the little Taoist boy has for him, how can he let him abandon the Tao and become a Buddha?

"I just like you for this, not like other monks who pretend." Over there, Zhang Daochang laughed, obviously happy to win back a game. Then he stared at Yuan Xing's eyes again, and said enviously: "Lao Dao has been observing you for four or five days, you are not born blind, you are cultivating supernatural powers, right?" ”

"It's the eyes of the sky, but it makes me suffer a lot." Yuan Xing pouted, I don't know if it's because of his peaceful and calm temperament, his popularity on the journey is good, although the one in front of him is a Taoist priest, the two are quite different in age, but they can talk about it extraordinarily, and they don't want to maintain the posture of a high monk, what they want to say.

Zhang Daochang sighed, and sighed in a tone of emotion: "When the world's aura is declining, and the supernatural powers are difficult to appear, I have traveled the world in the old way, and I deeply feel that it is not easy to practice, you have this opportunity at a young age, and your achievements in the future are limitless." ”

Yuan Xing shook his head and sighed: "The poor monk has just received the great ordination, and he is still a scholar, so he doesn't dare to talk about any achievements." ”

"At least there's money." Zhang Daochang suddenly said.

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, and he didn't feel it. Don't look at the self-proclaimed poor monk and poor monk, but he is not poor, before going down the mountain, the senior brother prepared enough silver taels, and the third senior brother also gave enough etiquette to wrap around on the return trip, and even the candy and candied fruit that abducted the little Taoist boy was forced by the third sister-in-law, and there were two big bags. Far from being comparable to ordinary foot monks, he can be described as full of golden wind at the moment, and he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking. In contrast, Zhang Daochang was really poor, and when he got on the boat, the boat boss saw that he was a monk and exempted some boat money to make the trip.

The two of them were chatting here, and Shanguo and Yangdao ran over.

"Uncle Shi, yesterday you told us the story of Huashan's sword debate, and we were very inspired." Shanguo came closer, patted his chest and said, "How can my generation walk the rivers and lakes without his own name?" I discussed it with Yangdao, and I became a prestige. Behind him, Yang Dao nodded.

Yuan Xing was stunned when he heard this: "What name do you two think?" ”

"I'm from Wushan Dao." Shanguo tilted his head.

"I'm going to call the Jiao Sanren." Keep up.

What is this? What do these two teasers think? Wushan, chopping Jiao, does this have anything to do with Huashan's sword?

In a daze, a trace of coldness flashed between his eyes, and his vision became clearer, and he could already see the outlines of several people in front of him, which surprised him greatly.

The elusive golden cicada appeared: "This is karma merit, you have a half-master relationship with the future Buddhist monks, and the power of merit is of great benefit to you." ”

Who? Good fruit? Dignitary? Yuan Xing grinned, I really couldn't believe that at this time, I couldn't recognize all the words, and the good fruit who was stumbling over the scriptures turned out to be a Buddhist monk in the future.

"You didn't pay attention to the celebrities who appeared in Dayong, later generations have loaded: good fruit, Wushan Taoist people, Qingzhou people, young monks, familiar with Buddhist scriptures, middle-aged people all over the capital many Zen masters, their behavior is magnanimous martial arts, people at the time said that they have a heroic spirit, after building a Buddha Temple in the suburbs of Jinan, printing scriptures and presiding over the translation of the Tripitaka, Yong Yongjia two years, he was called into the court, five years later, resigned, closed door penance until death, at the age of 95."

"Good fruit! Your name is very good, it's wonderful. Come, let Uncle Shi touch it. Yuan Xing sighed and put his hand on the top of the other party's head, well, the head of the monk really touched the difference. Then there was a "snap" and a slap. "I pricked my hands when I touched them, and I quickly shaved my head after a while."

Shanguo: "......"