Chapter 11 (1/2)

After preaching scriptures and Taoism, it is natural to say Zen.

The atmosphere of the venue was also much freer.

If you talk too much, you will lose. Oh, it's missing stuffing. Therefore, in the next Zen speaking, you are basically practicing Buddhism's closed mouth Zen. Just look at it and don't say it.

Of course, he first looked at the two masters of zhizen and Zhixian. In fact, looking at these two people, he was still curious about the power system of the world.

There is a layer of Buddha light flowing on zhizen and Zhixian, which is hidden. Although it is not as thick as master, it is more pure, which makes people secretly wonder.

Zhizen and Zhixian are famous Buddhist monks, but why do they have more energy than their wretched master?

Is it because of the happy heart demon Zen Sutra?

This thought was just a flash in his heart, and he was about to have doubts. If it was really a happy heart demon Zen Sutra, wouldn't master

But I haven't found this problem after such a long time together and in the memory of this body for 20 years? Doubt, more doubt.

With doubts in mind, idleness naturally leads to the wisdom Zen master. Of course, there is another reason, that is to pay a visit on behalf of the master.

But unexpectedly, just as he passed by, Zhichan had said to him first: ”it's true that you are an expert disciple of senior brother Zhitong, and the Dharma is so profound.”

Even if you have a thick skin to waste, you will blush when you hear such praise: ”martial uncle, I'm just fooling around. There is senior brother Xujie who is proficient in Buddhism.”

”Hum, you still have self-knowledge. You are better than your master!” But nun Zhixian sneered and satirized.

She was depressed when she wasted her time. She didn't offend master Zhixian. How come she didn't like her?

Zhizen smiled gently: ”it will be a fight in a while. I want to send you by senior brother Zhitong. I must have deep meaning.”

When he wasted his time, he saw that Zen's smile was meaningful. He couldn't help but move in his heart and asked, ”master didn't say there was still fighting. Besides, the little monk is dedicated to Buddhism. He doesn't understand Boxing at all, so he won't go on stage to show his ugliness.”

”Hum, you're a smart disciple. I'm afraid you can't go up if you don't want to.” Zhixian interrupted with a sneer again.

Idly puzzled, he looked at zhizen. Zhizen smiled mysteriously, but waved to him.

Come forward in vain, close to the wisdom Zen.

”In vain, your master taught many senior brothers and younger generation in those years. Although others didn't dare to find him, you, ha ha...”

Hearing master zhizen's focused advice, accompanied by that mysterious smile, and then thinking that nun Zhixian was aiming at herself everywhere, she suddenly felt that she was trapped by the master, and it was still a huge pit. In an instant, she was in a cold sweat.

”Martial uncle, since the communication is over, I think I'd better leave early. There are many things in the temple, just me and Shifu.”

”There are many things?” Master Zhixian was too cold to hum: ”I'm afraid I'm busy eating meat and drinking a bar.”

”Eh!” How could this wise nun know so much about Shifu? Could it be that they have an affair? When I thought of this, I looked at nun Xiang Zhixian carefully. I could vaguely see that when I was young, I was definitely a beauty. I immediately knew

Sure enough, master, I said, why do you have such a Buddhist treasure as the happy heart demon Zen Sutra? It turns out that you are also an expert in this way! I don't dare to come this time. I'm afraid I'm hiding from others.

I feel that I have grasped the handle of Zhixian, and I have a bottom to waste in my heart, but I want to be respectful on my face: ”what martial uncle Zhixian said is that my Buddha is merciful and can alleviate the suffering of all living beings. It is the so-called Buddha in my heart to eat the animals and birds and let the Buddha transform them.”

The wise Zen saw such an opportunistic argument in vain, and did not feel Wan'er.

On one side, Zhixian smiled angrily and pointed to the waste: ”you really got the true biography of your master!”

”Martial uncle, I'm flattered.” He was very modest, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name solemnly.

”You...” Zhixian wanted to say more. Zhichan stretched out his hand and smiled to stop her: ”younger martial sister, the fighting is about to begin. Let's not say it.”

”Good, good fighting, hey hey.” Zhixian looked at the thin waste and smiled happily.

Kong Wen's huge body stood on the stage. He was not angry. It was the angry steel of Buddhism. He provocatively looked at Wandu: ”little monk has been practicing martial arts for many years and has not made progress, so I want to ask martial uncle Wandu for advice.”

”Wow.”

All eyes are focused on idleness.

”Hey, hey, I was afraid that something would happen if I provoked him. I didn't expect that he was an apprentice of Zhitong Shizu. I knew this, so I didn't care about him at all.” The monk below did not deliberately lower his voice, and said it with a big stab.

”Yes, if I had known, I'm afraid senior brother Kong Wen would have done it yesterday.”

”Shh, keep your voice down. I heard that Zhitong master Zu was very powerful.”

”Cut, that's all rumors.”

Hearing this, Zhichan smiled and shook his head: ”these children have never seen the power of younger martial brother Zhitong!”

Xu Zhu, who was beside him, nodded with lingering fear: ”it's martial uncle. It's too calm these years.”

Put everyone's words in your ears and waste more and more curious. Is it true that your wretched master is really powerful?

”Wasted martial uncle, don't you dare to come up?” The empty smell on the stage looked at the waste again. In his eyes, the sneer was very obvious.

He walked slowly onto the stage and sighed gently: ”why do people like being abused so much?”

Kong Wen folded his hands and saluted: ”martial uncle, please.”

He nodded carelessly and gave a gentle hum.