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Everyone said in unison, ”No! We'll beat him with our sticks! ” Farmer said, ”Well said! If the raiders come to bully you again, you will use the 18 Arhat Formation to deal with him and beat him with a stick! ”Continue the drills!” The younger Shamei immediately became as lively as a dragon and a tiger.

Fa Ming anxiously went after Yuan Ming. He secretly called out to him, ”I will go after Yuan Ming today and get as far away from Dai Zong Fang as possible. The three of you will lead them to practice martial arts seriously. I will definitely punish you severely when I come back to see you guys in the abandoned dojo. ”

”All of you, train seriously with the three Senior Brothers. Whoever dares disobey, I will hit eighty boards and face the wall for three days. Do you understand? ” All the little Shame said in unison, ”I got it! We all obey the orders of the elders! Work hard in martial arts, grow up to kill enemies! ” After he finished speaking, he continued with his practice.

Farmer called over the deacon monk and asked, ”How come your plaque broke as well?” The deacon said, ”That day, the raiders took it off and smashed it. They said the temple had been converted into a Japanese monastery. ” ”What the hell is a monastery?!” ”Embroidery another signboard as per usual and hang it on the signboard.” Then, he returned to his room with his bag and quietly left.

It was noon when Farmer left Tzu En Temple. He said from the heart of the road: ”From that Yen Ming from the Temple of Tzu En. Some days. If he was just touring the mountains and the water, I could still catch up with him. I also have to look for him in any temple I can get through. ” With that thought in mind, Farmer's confidence rose again, and he quickened his pace. After walking for another thirty miles, he suddenly saw a temple in front of him.

”Fellow abbot, has there ever been a young monk named Yuan Ming who came here before?”

The abbot said, ”Yes, yes. He's been gone a long time. ” And the abbot sent Farmin out of the gate, and pointed to the way. Farmer was in a hurry again, and everywhere he passed there were clues.

Within a few days, Farmer had chased them across the Yellow River to Jinan. See Jinan everywhere willow green, point clear spring flow. The scenery was clear and serene as Qing He walked around the city. It was a treasure trove of flowers. Fa Ming was not in the mood to admire the scenery. He hurriedly went to the temple to ask Yuan Ming. He entered the Great Buddha Temple and asked about it.

The monks in the temple told him, ”It has not been three days since Monk Yuan Ming left.” Farmer asked him where he was going, thanked the crowd, and continued his pursuit. As he walked along the road, he said to himself, ”Yuan Ming must be enjoying the scenery in Quancheng. Indeed, he moved and stopped. I'll be able to catch up to him in a few days. ” The more he walked, the happier he became.

That night, Farmer Lin arrived at the Spirit Rock Temple. Entering the temple to stay the night, ask the abbot. The abbot told him, ”Yuan Ming came here the day before yesterday. This morning, he left with a fat middle-aged monk. He came here to tell me all about the great monasteries and the city and how he had been traveling for some time. ” ”That's good then. At most, I can catch up to him tomorrow.” Farmer ate and stayed all night. Daylight pursued him again.

When he left the Spirit Rock Temple, it was noon and he arrived at a village. Walking into the village, Farmer entered a hotel that faced the street. Farmer wanted to eat something before he left. The assistant saw that he was a monk and was afraid of begging for alms, so he pretended not to notice. Fa'a knew what he was thinking. He sat down and took out the money, saying, ”Buddy, I want some steamed buns and a bowl of plain soup.”

The shop assistant was still waiting for an answer before ignoring it. Fa Ming held the money in his hand and the waiter heard the sound of money falling. Seeing that Fa Ming was holding the money in his hand, he quickly came over and smiled, ”Ah, Master, do you want to eat? Please wait. ” He reached out his hand to take the money.

Fa Ma looked at him and said, ”My monk will pay first after he eats. What is the rule?” The assistant said, ”Master, please forgive me. The boss took care of you. ”We ate too much for nothing, we can't afford to give it away.” Farmer gave him the money.

Not long after the waiter left, he brought over a plate of sweet potato flour buns and a bowl of spinach soup. He put them down and said, ”This food is usually in a bad mood, but nowadays, most people can't afford it. Master, please enjoy. ” As he ate, he asked, ”How many miles is it from here to Grandmaster Dai?” The assistant extended three fingers and said, ”Let's do these. About fifteen kilometers. ”

As soon as he finished his meal, he brought another cup of tea and said to him, ”Master, treat this as looking for money.” ”Why is your tea so expensive?” I have a lot of money. How much is this tea? ”

The assistant smiled and said, ”Master, don't misunderstand. A cup of tea was not much. But you've had enough. ” ”That's true,” he said. Thus, he raised the teacup, blew away the soup, and slowly began to drink. The worker then said, ”Master, if there is anything you need, please feel free to tell me. I'm waiting for you. ” Fa was aware that he was after his spare money, but when he heard, he ignored him.

At this time, a fat middle-aged monk came in from outside the door. He was dressed in rags, with a string of beads hanging from his chest and a Zen in his hand. He looked like he was going to say something. The assistant hastily said to Fa Ming, ”Master, I'm leaving.” He turned and dodged. Fa Ming understood and thought, ”This monk wants to eat but has no money. Seeing that I'm here, he can't ask for alms.” Farmer said to the monk, ”Fellow Daoist, please sit over here.”

When the monk saw that Fa Ming was dressed extravagantly and was calmly sipping his tea, he felt ashamed of his inferior appearance and replied, ”Thank you for your invitation!” He turned around and walked out.

”Fellow Daoist, do you want to eat?” Fa Ming called out to him again. The monk said, ”So what if he wants to? This fella isn't willing to be a monk at all.” Farmer said, ”Please take a seat. I'll call him over.” Chong Li shouted, ”Waiter, have some more food!”

The monk took a few steps back and sat opposite Fa Ming. He said, ”Fellow Taoist, you have spent all that money!” Farmer said, ”Which immortal mountain did this senior monk come from?” The monk said, ”I am a monk from Wutai Mountain's Wenjing Temple. Dharma IQ. ”The Xiangyang people of Hubei.”