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Volume 4: Burning Immortal Valley 125. Little Monk and Big Monk

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    ps: I will write a small chapter of 6,000 words and 2,000 words, that is, three chapters. They will be updated at 8:00 in the morning, 12:00 in the afternoon, and 6:00 in the evening.  .  .  When he thought that being a monk means eating fast and chanting Buddha, always accompanied by green lanterns, not to mention the flowery streets and willow alleys, it is difficult to even see a sow, Duan Chenshan's mind turned quickly and he came up with many countermeasures. He even climbed the high wall of the Duke's Mansion at night.  More than ten times, every time after exposing his head, he found eight kings standing outside the wall, with majestic eyes and solemn stares at the head exposed on the high wall. This made Duan Chenshan itchy with hatred, and he stayed in the Duke's Mansion for two whole months.  He didn't go to the brothel, and the old Duke knew that his son was a true Buddha, so he transferred the personal maids around his son without hesitation. This made the prince make a fuss in the Duke's mansion, pointing at my nose and scolding him.  Then he went back to his room and went on a hunger strike. After holding it in for two days, he finally crawled out and went straight to the kitchen when he was really hungry.  There were eight King Kongs following him when he went out, and the old prince restricted the prince from leaving the house. Duan Chenshan finally gave in and began to negotiate conditions.  "It's okay to go to the mountain to become a real Buddha, but you have to prepare three thousand pretty women for me, and then build me a palace on the mountain that is as good as the Beishan Palace. The area shouldn't be too large, but there must be a back garden.  Yes, if there is a hot spring, leave a place for me to take a bath. I need to dig a big lake in the front yard and scatter some fish fingerlings and so on" As the real Buddha spoke, the face of the Eight Great Vajras became darker and darker, and the emotions were so intense.  He wants to build the Holy Land into a palace and enjoy the blessings of three thousand beauties. If there is such a good thing, damn if there is such a good thing, who would be doing hard work!  In the end, the Duke couldn't stand it any longer, so he took a stick and beat the boy hard in the mansion, and then Duan Chenshan left the mansion with a heavy bag on his head.  The distance from the Dali Dynasty to Little Guangming Holy Land is not very close, but with the Eight King Kong's ability to soar into the clouds and ride in the mist, this distance is nothing. However, Duan Chenshan still wanted to find a chance to run away on the road, so he insisted on getting a carriage to drive on.  The father-in-law arranged for an honest domestic slave and a young teacher to follow the prince. He was also afraid that his son would be bored on the road and had someone to talk to.  Duan Chenshan was naturally restless on the way to the Holy Land. He ran ten times in a row, in all eight directions, and was just short of going to heaven and earth. As a result, the romantic young man was ambushed by the Eight King Kongs from all sides.  Finally knowing that I couldn't escape, I cursed my mother all the way to the Holy Land.  As one of the top ten immortal sects in the world of cultivation, Little Guangming Holy Land is naturally more elegant than those built by secular dynasties. When Duan Chenshan arrived, he really thought he was in a fairyland on earth. The only thing that was not beautiful was that the fairyland was too quiet, with only the sound of bells.  The sound of drums and chanting would be boring without the playfulness of fairies.  Master Hongguang!  The old monk who passed on the mantle to him was Master Hongguang. He was an existence with supreme reputation in the world of cultivation. He was famous for his compassion and kindness. When he was walking in the world of cultivation in his early years, he saved countless lives and injured, and stopped several gangsters illegal and disorderly fights.  Fighting phenomenon, the cultivation world ranks him as one of the top three good citizens with an excellent reputation. There are few people in the cultivation world who dare not betray Master Hongguang's face.  As for the old guy¡¯s good deeds in his life, Duan Chenshan concluded that this old guy was a person who was seeking fame and reputation, and he murmured in his heart that you don¡¯t have a good reputation, and grandpa must destroy your good reputation.  Practicing in a holy place is a very boring thing. Fortunately, the monk offered alms, Duan Chenshan No, the real Buddha is a monk now, so he should have a Buddha name. The real Buddha's name is Baldhead, which is very appropriate, little monk  My Buddha¡¯s name is Little Baldhead, because thinking of the Buddha¡¯s name is a troublesome thing after all, so I simply keep everything simple.  The teacher also became a monk with his young master and became his second junior brother, with the Buddhist name of Thirteen. These two are of very high seniority in the Holy Land. Normally, a monk would respectfully call them "Master" when meeting them, but only a few monks would meet them.  Only then can you call him uncle.  Bald heads are not popular in the Holy Land because they have hand problems. If they see a bald head, they will come up and touch it. Even the Great Abbot of the Holy Land will not let go. The Great Abbot is very helpless towards this uncle. After all, the opponent is himself.  Elders, touching the bald head is a sign of affection for oneself. Of course, the bald head has absolutely no such idea. He just thinks that the monk's bald head looks very bright, slippery, and feels good to the touch. In the early years, he touched the girl's breasts, but now  Thinking about it, I miss it very much.  When those little monks saw the bald head, they wished they could immediately apply oil on the soles of their feet and hide as far away as possible. It was best not to let the bald head with weak hands see them, so every time the bald head went out to beg for alms, he had just walked down the mountain.  The sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums makes the sky full of joy. When the bald head returns from alms, the mountains are filled with gloomy clouds again.  ¡°On the other hand, the Thirteenth Master secretly practiced Buddhism in the Sutra Pavilion and made rapid progress. Even the great abbot admired this second uncle when he saw him and recited the Buddha¡¯s name more than ten times.  The bald head went down to the mountain to beg for alms once every 24 years, and once every 24 years, he went nine times in these years. That is, on the ninth time, when the bald head came back to the mountain, he held a baby in his arms and said that this was the disciple he had accepted.  King KongThe court was silent on this matter, and the great abbot was also silent on this matter. However, on the 24th, the entire holy place was shrouded in Buddha's light, and the little monk who was carried back to the mountain with his bald head was bathed in Buddha's light for the whole twenty-four days.  The Son of Buddha is born!  The Talisman of Elysium comes to the world!  The most precious Buddhist treasure comes to the world!  The Little Guangming Holy Land was full of joy. The only unhappy person was the bald man who brought the baby back. He cursed for three days and three nights in front of the Buddha light in the sky. He opened his mouth and shut his mouth like a bastard. His scoldings were unpleasant. As for the reason, he even  The great abbot was confused, let alone the other monks on the mountain.  But no matter what, it is always a great event for the Buddha to come to the lower world. The only one who can accept the Buddha as his disciple is the bald Buddha with the highest seniority in the Holy Land. So in the next period of time, the great monk embraced  The young monk laughed, the old monk led the young monk to run, the old monk cooked and the young monk ate But the old monk didn't like the young monk being related to the temple, so he took the young monk to the back mountain and built a thatched cottage to live in.  After he came down, he even ordered the young monk who had just returned home not to go to Qianshan Temple.  Maha Vajra was very angry about this matter, especially when he learned that the Buddha ate meat but did not eat vegetarian food, did not chant sutras, and did not get tonsure. He went to the back mountain in person to invite the Buddha to return to the temple.  "Please return to the temple, Lord Buddha!" ??A cold voice filled with anger exploded in the back mountain. The tall trees in the back mountain were suddenly swept by the strong wind, and the leaves turned and rustled, as if a storm would hit at the next moment.  "Thirteen! If this bald man dares to go up the mountain again, Master, I will smash your jade!" The bald man was angry, and the consequences would be serious.  The Thirteenth Master has been practicing for less than a hundred years, but he only heard the great abbot exclaim. The handsome monk walked out of the thatched cottage, stood on the mountain and looked down at the golden Vajra below. His eyes were calm without any fluctuation, and he just asked: "Beat him to death?  "
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