"Uncle Taishi—"

Wu Chan shouted and rushed over, and plunged into the arms of the old monk: "Uncle Taishi, Wu Chan is back!" The little monk was so excited that he jumped and screamed, cried and laughed, and the old monk tightly hugged the little monk's shoulder with one hand, and gently stroked the little monk's bald head with the other: "Hmm~~Hmm~~ No Zen! No Zen!" But seeing two lines of tears flowing through deep wrinkles, silently meandering down—

At this moment, the old monk looks so old, at this moment, the old monk looks so kind, at this moment, the world-famous Dinghai monk is just an ordinary old man, without a bit of power, without the four empty, just smiling and looking at the little monk crying and laughing in his arms, letting the old tears crisscross his face wantonly! How touching, all moved! This is the incomparably deep relationship between the old monk and the little monk, which makes all the monks present enthusiastic and heartbeat, and extremely moved-

"Humph!"

Dressed in white, he immediately flew up the mountain and bowed down: "Uncle Shi." Although the old monk is only in his seventies, he is not very old, although the old monk is thin and small, and he looks only as tall as Wuzen: "Hmph!" The old monk snorted heavily again, and faced the Lingxiu monk with stern eyes and a cold face, in order to express a thousand reproaches and ten thousand resentment!

This Lingxiu came back three days late, causing the old monk to wait for three days, because he had harmed Wuzen and came back for three days late, so he caused the Zen sect to wait here for three days! Extremely hateful! The sin deserves death! It is said that the monk of the sea god has a fiery temper at one point, and he snorted twice, this is to kill this person immediately and kill a hundred people! Lingxiu knew what he meant, but Lingxiu was not in a hurry, Lingxiu smiled and pointed: "It's Wuzen who is greedy for food and play, Lingxiu said when he returned to the mountain by mistake, Wuzen——"

Wuzen looked at the master, and then at the uncle of the master, hehe, Yile: "Yes." "Anyway, the things that Monk Lingxiu can't solve by himself will inevitably be pushed to the little monk, and the Wuzen monk has never said a word. The old monk believed in the little monk, but the old monk didn't believe in the big monk, and the old monk clearly noticed that there was a heavy voice in his nose: "Hmph!" Lingxiu smiled slightly, and walked forward, leaving the old monk and the little monk behind him.

There is only one monk here who dares to defy the authority of the old monk, and that is Lingxiu. The old monk is famous, and the Lingxiu monk is not too famous, and Lingxiu is another golden sign of Nanshan Zen Buddhism! Of course, this is only the superficial reason, the real reason is that the old monk has a very special feeling for Lingxiu's love and hatred! If Wuzen is the meat of the old monk's heart, then Lingxiu is the eternal pain in the old monk's heart, so that he has no choice but to love and hate him, and he is completely out of control——

"Master, Lingxiu missed the trip, and Master Lao has been waiting for a long time. Monk Lingxiu was saluting the other old monk with an extremely respectful attitude. The old monk was dressed in a robe, his face was white and beardless, and he looked like a man with kind eyebrows and good eyes. There is no Zen master, Lingxiu also has a master, and the master of Lingxiu, the ancestor of no Zen, is this kind old monk and the abbot of Nanshan Zen Buddhism: the old monk of Kongwen. The empty smell of a talented person smiled kindly, but did not speak. Lingxiu then obediently stood behind the master, stood in the middle of the monks, and turned back into an ordinary monk, without the white-clothed Bodhisattva, without the master and the monk-

Lingxiu is Lingxiu, Lingxiu is still Lingxiu, Lingxiu is just Lingxiu.

And the Zen monk did the same, and also stepped forward to salute the master, and saluted one by one, respectfully and respectfully.

"Humph!"

The old monk was angry again, and the old monk of Dinghai was left out in the cold, and he was immediately about to be furious! This sound was both serious and sick, and all the monks were taken aback when they heard the sound, and they all looked at him in horror! In other words, this is the last four generations of French generation in Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and now he is the only one left in the Dingzi generation, which is amazing! An ancestor-level character! The seniority is extremely high, the martial arts are extremely high, and the temper is so big that no one can compare: "Fart!"

Dinghai has been famous in the world and has controlled Zen Buddhism for many years, but there is no way to take Lingxiu, because it has been said that Lingxiu monk is also a golden signboard, because it has not been said that Lingxiu used to be his hope! The old monk has a big temper, but he has never been even the slightest angry at Wuzen, because Wuzen is his favorite in his heart, because Wuzen is also where all his hopes now lie. There is also an old monk Dinghai who also has nothing to do with him, that is, Lingxiu's master, the abbot of Nanshan Zen, the ancestor of Wuzen Buddhism-

The old monk of the empty air.

Because Dinghai is a big generation, but Kong Wen is a young and old age; because Dinghai is famous for his high martial arts, Kong Wen can't do a little martial arts, and he can't compare; because no matter how big Dinghai's temper is, Kong Wen doesn't have a temper at all, and he can't catch the flaws in doing things thoroughly. That's the way it is - empty news - Lingxiu - no Zen line single transmission, and the old monk Dinghai has no way to do anything and has no temper with these three people, no more, no less, one generation after another, it can be seen that things in the world are always so strange and helpless, not as glamorous as they seem, just like the old monk.

Big big, small small, old monks also have the troubles of old monks. There are so many troubles that I can't finish talking about them at one time, and I can't just say that there is no Zen. The monk Wuzen came back, safe and sound, and the old monk's heart could be regarded as a big stone that fell to the ground! But, but, but when he turned his mind, the old monk couldn't help but jump up in anger: "Wuzen! Why did you become like this? This, really, too much, painful!"

In fact, Wu Zen just changed into a big red jacket, which looks red, hot and spiritual, but that's it. However, Wuzen has changed, Wuzen has changed, and everyone will change, including Wuzen. The old monk was not mistaken, the old eyes of the Buddhist hall outside the mountains who had experienced countless joys and sorrows in the world clearly saw the faint market breath on the face of the little monk, or the secular breath, and an inexplicable breath.

It was contagious to him by someone, some kind of wildness.

Wu Chan was bowing politely, and suddenly there was a loud noise, which was the sound of the copper plate falling on the stone slab: "Oops!" Wu Chan exclaimed, his hands hurriedly bent down, the copper plate bones rolled on the ground, Wu Zen ran left and right to pick up and pick up, and the neat team was washed into chaos! This is a good thing, you can change steamed buns, you can change noodles, you can change what Wu Zen wants to eat, you must not throw it away!

This is, the smell of copper!

The old monk was furious when he saw this, and was about to snort violently to express his dissatisfaction, when he suddenly saw a red cloud fluttering and swaying and falling from the little monk's arms: "Red handkerchief? This is not the property of the daughter's family? This, this, Wu Zen really learned badly! The old monk was furious, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he said with both hands: "No Zen!"

The handkerchief is red, dancing gently, the handkerchief is fragrant, and the love is long.

There are also two birds on it.

It's beautiful to look at!

What kind of bird is that? One little monk asked another little monk.

I don't know, I haven't seen it. The other little monk replied.

What kind of bird is that? One great monk asked another great monk.

The other great monk was silent, and his face turned the color of a red handkerchief.

What kind of bird is that? An old monk asked another old monk.

An old monk sighed, and two old monks sighed twice.

- Mandarin duck spring water map.

- What is the object of love?

"Roar-" The old monk suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, and then scanned the audience with cold and electric eyes to express the most severe warning and the highest anger! The Buddha roared as a lion, and the demon was empty! The old monk looked angry and angry, and the monks were stunned and even more shocked! In the blink of an eye, Dinghai roared, glared at Lingxiu fiercely, and then threw off his sleeve robe and strode forward! The monks hurriedly gave way! The old monk rushed forward angrily-

Never go!

The old monk left, walked away angrily, walked through the wide square, walked through the pines and cypresses, walked through the Gangan on the Buddhist altar, walked through the plaque of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, and disappeared in front of the Buddha in the Daxiong Treasure Hall -

Yes, the old monk did not blame Wuzen, even if Wuzen was wrong, even if Wuzen was wrong, even if Wuzen was wrong and could not be wrong, the old monk would not blame Wuzen for half a sentence. Even if Wuzen really becomes a bad boy, he is still the treasure in the palm of the old monk's heart, and the old monk is not willing to give it up. And all the things that are not about Wuzen will become the nos of Lingxiu monk, because his master, because he didn't manage Wuzen well, because he is not a good monk because he makes mistakes again and again and does not repent, because he always has to rely his fault on the little monk -

In the past few days, I have not been able to recite scriptures, I have not been able to practice martial arts, I have not been able to do things, I have not been able to speak, I have not been able to eat, I have not been able to sleep, and I have to accompany the old monk and wait for the little monk to come back! In the past few days, it is not easy, if you two want to say why you two didn't come back earlier, it will cause Nanshan Zen Buddhism to go up and down, left and right, and so on, and so on, and the heavens and the earth should not be called! Talk, tell me, why did you go here? Where did the copper plate come from? Where did the handkerchief come from? There is also a big red jacket, which generally calls people Amitabha Buddha sins and sins!

As soon as the old monk left, the world was no longer quiet, and the remaining endless complaints and inquiries were endless, questioning, questioning, and curiosity was also welcome. Lingxiu just laughed, and stuck out her tongue without Zen. In fact, there is no copper plate, in fact, there is no handkerchief, in fact, there is no big red jacket, in fact, nothing happened, the abbot said, smell is to see, see is empty, in fact, they did not go out, in fact, they did not come back, in fact, they have always been here and have never been here, in fact, those are all dreams, in fact, those are not dreams, in fact, those are empty.

I can't understand, I can't understand, the abbot's words are always incomprehensible, just like the esoteric Buddhist scriptures.

If you don't understand, you don't listen, and since we're all out, let's go in together!

Walk through the wide square, walk through the pines and cypresses, walk through the Buddha altar, walk through the plaque of Nanshan Zen, and enter the Daxiong Hall in our hearts;