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Liu Shisan was stunned for a while.

Buddhist Buddhism belongs to the Liuzi branch. Although the Buddhist ancestral temple is far away in Lingshan, the Western Realm, and monks are rarely seen walking in the world, the six Buddhist precepts are also precepts known to practitioners.

How can a Buddhist disciple who is pure and has few desires be able to penetrate the intestines with wine and meat?

Seeing the junior sister Song Lingyun's face was puzzled, Liu Shisan was not easy to point out the behavior of her junior sister for several days. She squeezed out a little smile against her will: "The junior sister is so kind."

"Hehe, isn't it?" Song Lingyun stood up and wanted to take away the killing food.

"Junior sister later." Fearing that it would cause trouble, Liu Shisan hurriedly stopped him.

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem! The junior sister is exhausted, so she should eat something to rest first. This is a small matter, the senior brother will be fine."

Liu Shisan took the plate, glanced at the thin monk, and frowned unbearably.

He simply put down his hand and picked two kinds of vegetarian food from the twenty-two Manchu and Han banquets, squeezed out a smile to his junior sister, and took it over.

Put down the vegetarian dishes, Liu Shisan puts together one hand and puts ten pieces.

The young monk who had walked along the way under the order of the master quickly bowed his head and returned the ceremony: "Amitabha."

Liu Shisan smiled and said, "The little master is full of dust, where are you coming?"

The little monk said, "Let's go when you encounter a road, there is no home everywhere, and there is home everywhere."

Liu Shisan couldn't help but glance at the little monk Gao a few times, then restrained the playboy's smile that Jiang Manlou had worked hard to train, and said seriously: "Oh? Then, where are you going?"

The Buddhist disciple of the Buddhist family did not lie, but the young monk was not familiar with the world and did not know the dangers of the world. He honestly said: "According to the order of my Zen Master, go to the Fengxue Silver City."

Liu Shisan's eyes were surprised: "My little master is also going to Fengxue Yincheng?"

The little monk said humbly: "The little monk's Dharma name should be a wish. He is just a wild Buddhist boy, so he should not be given the title of donor."

Liu Shisan nodded.

I muttered myself for a long time, and I always felt that I had heard of this name.

The pine spirit peeked from afar.

Seeing the eldest brother and the young monk talking about, she was curious and brought a few plates of colorful colors with great fragrance.

Liu Shisan suddenly exclaimed.

The junior sister Song Lingyun was so scared that she was shocked.

The little monk also looked at the boy in confusion.

Liu Shisan leaned forward and said, "Is the little master respecting his teacher, Zen Master Nanshan?"

The little Zen master who was in the Dharma name nodded in surprise.

Liu Shisan laughed openly. "That's right."

"Senior brother, what's right?"

"Do you know who this master is?"

Song Lingyun, who was feasting, shook her head.

Master Dangyuan was also quite confused.

Liu Shisan said, "Do you remember that Master has a ten-son comrade named Li and his name is Xingyun?"

The young junior sister Song Lingyun let out a scream, which shocked everyone around the inn to look curiously, and then she lowered her head angrily.

Shake his head.

She doesn't know.

Liu Shisan was ashamed.

He had to turn around and look at the little Zen Master Dangyuan and said, "Is the common name of respecting the teacher Li Xingyun?"

Zen Master Dangyuan asked, “Does the donor recognize my Zen Master?”

Liu Shisan smiled and said, "It's not just about understanding. If you want to talk about the origin, the little master must respect Thirteen for his uncle."

The little monk also smiled and said, "The little monk would like to hear the details."

Liu Shisanman drank a cup of tea and cleared his throat and said, "My teacher, Lord Fengxue Yincheng City, and Zen Master Nanshan were both students of Bodhi Academy ten years ago, and they also had ten companions. The master entered the Wu

Xiangdao Zong's name is the lowest point of the character Chuan, and Nanshan Zen Master Li Xingyun entered the outer courtyard. According to the rules of the academy, the disciples of the character Chuan were extremely high, which was no different from the dean. Ten years ago, the students of the academy were all respected as the uncle of the family teacher.

, This time, shouldn’t the little master respect the thirteenth uncle?”

The young monk should bow his head and pronounce the Buddha's name.

He was originally a Buddhist boy from Hongye Zen Master Hongye Temple.

Since the Zen Master was transformed and Li Xingyun converted to Buddhism and became the presidency of Hongye Temple, he followed Zen Master Nanshan to study Buddhism and understand the principles.

Ten years ago, the Zen master returned to the mountain to explain everything, and then he only took him to travel around the world and searched for another person's next life.

The little monk should have gone with the Zen master for a few miles, but he only remembered that more than a hundred pairs of monk shoes were worn out under his feet.

They are looking for people.

They beg for alms.

They teach the Buddha's teachings.

They also saved the dead.

They will trek into the water and climb into the bridge.

The young monk should not know the reason, but only knows that the Zen master once made great wishes.

The blue and yellow spring is just for meeting each other.

They walked for ten years.

Their footprints range from the south to the north to the north, from the east to the west.

They exhausted all the green and yellow springs, but Zen Master Nanshan could not find the person. Until not long ago, the Zen Master made a decision.

So the little monk wished to come to Fengxue Yincheng to meet the legendary city lord.

Finally, the young junior sister Song Lingyun clapped her hands: "So, we are all academy?"

The junior sister turned to sadness: "It's a pity that the academy is no longer there."

Liu Shisan comforted and said, "Master is still here, the academy knife is still here, and we are here too. I believe that one day, a brand new academy will stand on the top of Bodhi Mountain and be respected by all people!"

Someone is laughing.

Mocking without mercy.

The inn is a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, and there are people from all walks of life. Liu Shisan Ben doesn't want to pay attention to such trivial matters, but the sarcastic laughter is too harsh.

The laughter came from the upstairs.

On the second floor of the inn, there was a man in his thirties who was about thirty years old wearing a long gown and a scholar's crown, looking gentle and kind.

The man looked at the railing with a wine glass.

"It's ridiculous! Anyone can count on the revival of the academy, but the Fengxue Yincheng Luo Changfeng is not good! The academy knife? The ten years since the academy was destroyed, and that knife can cut down who is the twelve stars of the 800 sects and Jingtian?"

The middle-aged scholar's words were harsh and his voice was extremely loud.

In the past decade, people in the East Chu have respected the supreme style of the Lord of Fengxue Yincheng. If mentioned, they will give you a thumbs up.

But this middle-aged scholar was extremely despised, especially Luo Changfeng, the famous lord of Luo City in Luo.

He was originally from academy and was a student of the same class as Luo Changfeng. No one knew better than him what the truth about the destruction of Bodhi Academy in the ashes.

It can be said that the culprit of everything is Luo Changfeng, the lord of Fengxue Yin City, respected by the world.

He believed that he and his classmates who escaped on the eve of the academy's demise were convinced! If it weren't for Luo Changfeng's deliberately hidden identity, how could the academy be slaughtered by the statue of the God of Tiandong and the twelve stars of Jingtian?

So he hates it!

All the students of the academy hate!

Liu Shisan raised his head and looked: "Who are you?"

The scholar sneered: "I? Heh... in terms of seniority, I should also respect Mr. Liu, who is the thirteenth in the Xuanxin List, to call him uncle."

How could Liu Shisan not hear the ridicule in this sentence?

He sneered: "It turned out to be a guy who ran away ten years ago, fearing death! You uncle, Liu Shisan can't bear it!"

Listening to the master's eloquence, the junior sister covered her mouth and smiled.

The young monk should be willing to bow his head and pronounce the Buddha's name.

The middle-aged scholar upstairs looked cold and he exerted a little force, and cracks appeared in the cups in his hand.

With a light pinch of your thumb, the cup broke into pieces.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes were cold and he bent his fingers to pop out the sharp fragments.