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- Chapter 110 Chance Encounter
Xiao Yuesheng pushed open the window, the crackling sound increased sharply, and the raindrops rushed in, but they were blocked by the window and slid down, as if they encountered an invisible wall.
"What a heavy rain!" Xiao Yuesheng sighed as he looked up at the sky outside the window.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and even though it was dusk, it felt like it was dark. With an inexplicable pressure, the rumble of thunder rolled across the sky and could become deafening at any time.
Xiaohe put on a lavender cloak, slipped out of the house, and got into the rain. Her figure was graceful and light, like a fairy.
"This girl?" Little monk Juekong pointed at her back and looked at Xiao Yuesheng with some worry.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled, waved his hand, and asked in a warm voice: "Little master, are you the only one in the temple?"
"After Master passed away, there was only one young monk in our temple." Young monk Juekong stood with one palm upright and answered slowly, quite calmly and peacefully, with a vague demeanor of an eminent monk.
"Isn't it true that a person here must be quite miserable?" Xiao Yuesheng said with a gentle smile.
The little monk Juekong shook his head and said slowly: "What is suffering and what is happiness? If you have a peaceful mind, you will naturally gain happiness."
" Xiao Yuesheng couldn't help but laugh. This little monk was quite interesting.
"Master, please wash your face first." Xiao He walked in lightly, covered with moisture, his cloak was already soaked, and he was holding a wooden basin in his hand.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded. After driving for a long time, he was naturally a little tired. After washing his face, he felt much refreshed.
?? took the towel handed by Xiao He, wiped his face, turned to the little monk Juekong and said, "I wonder if the little master has anything to eat?"
"The young monk is about to make dinner. Can the two donors eat fast?" Juekong nodded.
"It's okay, I haven't eaten fast for a long time, and I must try the little master's craftsmanship today." Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.
Juekong clasped his hands together, gave a salute, turned around and left.
Xiaohe handed the lavender shawl to him: "Little master, it's raining heavily outside, so you might as well wear it."
Juekong waved his hands hurriedly and declined hastily. His face turned red and he didn't dare to look at Xiaohe's beautiful face, as if he was shy.
After saying that, without waiting for Xiao He to say anything, he hurriedly left, lifted up his sleeves, and ran into the rain, walking briskly.
Seeing Juekong disappear in the heavy rain outside, Xiao He turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng: "Master, this little monk is also a practitioner!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, Juekong's movements were swift and he had obviously practiced Qing Gong.
"Master, look, which kung fu family does he belong to?" Xiao He asked curiously.
Xiao Yuesheng stroked his heavy brows, thought deeply, pondered for a while, and nodded: "It should be the mentality of the Shaolin lineage."
"It turns out to be from Shaolin!" Xiaohe was a little disappointed.
Although it may be exaggerated to say that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin, it also shows the influence of Shaolin's martial arts. As Taishan Beidou, he is respected by the Wudang sect, both externally and internally.
Although the Shaolin Temple is very strict about selecting disciples, and it is not easy to teach martial arts, if you want to learn Shaolin martial arts, you have to go through many tests before you can get the true teaching.
"However, there are many lay disciples of the Shaolin sect, and they are spreading. Shaolin martial arts are spreading more and more widely. Almost everyone in the martial arts community knows some basic martial arts.
It is not unusual for Monk Juekong to know some basic Shaolin martial arts to strengthen his body, but he must not be very good at it, Xiao He thought.
"His Shaolin Mental Technique is a direct inheritance, not a superficial mental technique that has been passed down to the world." Xiao Yuesheng glanced at Xiao He and knew what she was thinking.
"Huh?" Xiao He suddenly became energetic, came closer and said softly: "Master, is it possible that he is the disciple of which master?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "That should be the case. The seniority of the Juezi generation in Shaolin Temple is neither high nor low."
"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet people from the Shaolin Temple here." Xiao He smiled sweetly and his voice was clear.
The two talked for a while. Xiaohe kept talking, but his hands and feet were busy, either making a couch or unpacking his baggage, revealing a wooden box. When he opened the wooden box, silver or jade light was reflected.
There are some utensils used for drinking, drinking tea, and eating. They are quite complete, including silver or jade.
With quick hands and feet, Xiaohe took out the utensils from the box one by one and put them on the table.
A small red clay stove was set up and placed in the corner of the Zen room. He also brought charcoal with him. Soon, a sizzling sound could be heard.
The window has been closed, the crackling sound is endless, the raindrops are hitting the roof, hitting the windows, and the sizzling sound of the small red clay stoveThe sound echoed each other, and the meditation room was indescribably quiet.
Xiao He first helped Xiao Yuesheng pour a cup of sapphire wine, then picked up a small cattail leaf fan and began to fan the charcoal fire under the small red clay stove.
Soon, the small red clay stove gurgled, white steam steamed, and it was already boiling.
Xiaohe took out the Lingshan Mengding tea, poured the tea after a few steps, and handed it to Xiao Yuesheng with a smile.
Xiao Yuesheng has been sitting on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside, and watching Xiao He busy, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it casually.
Taking the tea cup from Xiao He, Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Xiao He's tea art is becoming more and more exquisite."
"Hehe, it all depends on the master's guidance!" Xiao He smiled sweetly, with two small dimples appearing.
The two were chatting, and there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then there was a knock on the door: "Two donors, the fasting meal is ready."
"Here we come!" Xiao He stood up Yingying, came to the door like a weak willow supporting the wind, opened the door, let Juekong in, and said with a sweet smile: "Young master did it very quickly."
Juekong was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, and the rain kept flowing down and fell at his feet. He clasped his hands together, bowed to Xiao Yuesheng on the couch, and said slowly: "Donor, do you want to eat here, or go to the meditation hall? "
"Thank you so much, little master. Let's go over and eat." Xiao Yuesheng smiled gently, lifted his legs from his seat, and got off the couch.
Xiaohe stepped forward lightly, took the skirt in his arms, bent down and helped him put on his boots.
Juekong looked at the heavy rain outside, shook his head and said, "It's raining so hard, so I'd better bring the meal here."
"I dare not trouble the little master." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, stood up slowly, stretched out his hand forward, and said with a smile, "please lead the way, little master."
Seeing that Xiao Yuesheng was not being polite, Juekong nodded, said no more, turned around and walked out.
"Young Master, put this on." Xiaohe took out another black cloak from his bag and stood on tiptoe to help him put it on.
She moved quickly and tied the cloak in just a few clicks.
When Xiao Yuesheng put on this cloak, he suddenly became more handsome, and the faint majesty on his body suddenly became more intense, showing no anger and self-power.
Xiaohe himself was wearing a cloak, and the two of them got out of the house, followed closely behind Juekong, and came to the meditation hall in front.
In the Zen hall, a Tathagata Buddha statue stands, as high as the roof, with a solemn appearance, pointing fingers and smiling, with an aura of compassion.
In front of the Buddha statue, Juekong has already placed food. Each person has a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and two plates of green vegetables. It is really simple.
Seeing Xiao He¡¯s bright eyes widened and staring intently at the food on the table, Juekong looked a little ashamed, but didn¡¯t know what to say.
"Little Master Juekong, this is what you eat on weekdays?" Xiao He turned to Juekong with bright eyes and asked in a sweet voice, with a bit of surprise.
"The young monk has been eating these." Juekong nodded.
"It looks like the incense here is not bad, why are you so miserable?" Xiaohe's bright eyes were full, and she scanned his body, still full of surprise.
"Most of these incense money are going to be donated to the orphans in the town. They have been without fathers and mothers since they were young. If no one takes care of them, they will starve to death." Juekong titheed and said slowly, with a twinkle in his eyes. The color of compassion.
"I see, I'm rude." Xiao Yuesheng looked solemn, joined the tithe, turned to Xiao He and said: "Xiao He, since we have also come to Zhixin Temple, we naturally have to pay some incense."
As his cultivation improves, his spiritual consciousness becomes more and more acute. He can detect the truth and lies of the person opposite him at a glance, and there is nothing to hide.
Xiao He agreed crisply, took out a banknote from his arms, turned around, walked to the box in front of the Buddha statue, and stuffed the banknote into it.
"Many thanks to the two benefactors." Juekonghe was very polite, with a solemn expression and a solemn appearance.
The three of them sat down and started eating.
Xiao Yuesheng has always been very particular about eating and drinking, and was also influenced by later generations. Even if he has eaten vegetarian food, it is exquisitely made, but it is rare to see such light food.
When he put it in his mouth, it really had no taste. He took two sips and found it difficult to swallow. He could only smile bitterly and no longer forced himself.
Although Xiaohe was also born in poverty, she has developed an appetite since she came to Xiao Mansion. After a few bites, she found it quite difficult to swallow.
"Sir, let me cook the food myself!" Xiao He pushed the bowl and said helplessly.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, smiled bitterly at Juekong and said, "My mouth is a bit naughty. Young master, please don't take offense!"
Juekong was still holding the porridge, shook his head and said with a smile: "The young monk's cooking skills are not good, he can barely eat it by himself, and it is difficult for others to eat."
Xiao Yuesheng did not deny that Juekong¡¯s cooking skills were indeed very poor.Even simple food can be eaten with gusto if it is cooked well.
Xiao He was about to turn around and go to the kitchen when he was suddenly startled. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the temple door, then looked at Xiao Yuesheng: "Master, it seems that he is coming this way."
"Well, there's only one person, it's nothing, go and do your work." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and waved his hand.
Juekong looked at the two of them doubtfully, but his expression was calm and his mind was calm. He didn't ask any more questions. He still sat on the futon and ate slowly.
Xiaohe went out, and soon there was a loud knock on the temple door. Juekong put down his bowl, put on his raincoat, and walked out quickly in the heavy rain.
Er, Juekong came back, followed by a woman whose clothes were soaked and looked like a drowned rat. Her hair was stuck to her clothes, and her slender figure was fully visible at this time.
Xiao Yuesheng didn't look at it carefully, just glanced at it, then turned his head and faced inside to avoid suspicion.
But with just one glance, he could already see clearly that this was a girl with a strong youthful aura. She had bright eyes and white teeth, red lips, small almond eyes, curved willow eyebrows, and a straight nose. She looked a bit Naughty and cute.
Seeing her, Xiao Yuesheng couldn't help but feel warm, and felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. The temperament of this girl was very similar to that of his goddaughter Yang Ruonan.
For a moment, he turned his head and looked at the Buddha statue, dazed. He could still remember the past scenes of Yang Ruonan acting coquettishly and playing around him.
The girl walked like a cat, light and soundless, and entered the room. She turned her bright eyes and saw Xiao Yuesheng with his back to her. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "Monk, I need to change my clothes quickly and find a place!"
Juekong hurriedly agreed, turned around and walked out: "Female donor, please come with the young monk."
The charming girl glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, turned around and walked out with Juekong. Wearing soaked clothes, she got into the heavy rain again.
"Bang!" A flash of silver lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark surroundings, followed by rolling thunder, which was quite frightening.
Soon, the girl changed into a dry pale pink shirt and stepped in lightly.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded to her, smiled slightly, and said hello in a friendly way. He didn't say anything more, just took a cup of tea, sat in a chair, tasted it slowly, and thoughtfully.
"Monk, I want to stay here for the night, how about it?" The girl sat down on the futon. Although she was lazy, her movements were very graceful. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the little monk Juekong.
Juekong nodded, didn¡¯t say much, sat down, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and continued eating.
"Wow, there is food to eat. I am starving to death. Give me a bowl!" The girl stared at Juekong's big bowl with bright eyes.
Juekong felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her like this. He put down the bowl and said, "The young monk's skills are lacking, and I'm afraid he may not be to the female donor's appetite"
At this time, Xiaohe came in carrying a wooden plate. On the plate were two bowls of porridge. The aroma was fragrant and immediately filled the entire Zen room. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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