There's something wrong with my master.

He felt that if he reported Xianzhi's Buddhist name, the chances of being beaten would be greater.

Following the footsteps of the monk, the prosperous temple gradually became simple.

The gold-painted Buddha statue turned into an ordinary stone Buddha, the bright red-painted beams and pillars gradually disappeared, and the house became increasingly old.

Only the gorgeous Buddha flowers are still in full bloom and can be seen everywhere.

Apart from this, there is only a stone about one meter tall that is quite conspicuous in the yard.

"Xiao Shi, Xiao Bai, Xiao Qian, there are guests coming."

The voice fell.

The dilapidated door opened.

First, a young monk with red lips and white teeth, who looked young, came out of the room, holding a painting in his hand.

Yun Changsheng took a look and saw a woman’s back in the painting, who was not wearing any clothes.

Of course, none of this matters. What matters is that the little monk is holding several paintings in his hands...

The next two monks to come out were middle-aged monks, one of whom was a greedy man with a fat head and big ears.

He had a string of candied haws in his mouth and a cup of scented tea in his hand.

The other middle-aged monk was thinner. He was holding a book titled "The Sorrow of a Taoist Nun".

If I'm not mistaken, this is a story about love.

It seems that what the monk in charge of reception said was correct. There are indeed a few monks who cannot let go of distracting thoughts.

One is obsessed with beauty, one is greedy, and one is actually very interested in love.

"He's Xiao Shi."

The monk in charge of reception pointed at the handsome monk with red lips and white teeth.

"He is Xiao Bai."

This time, the one he was pointing at was a fat, middle-aged monk who was chewing a candied haws.

"This is Xiao Qian."

"Hello, benefactor." The thin middle-aged monk was very polite and took the initiative to come out and say hello.

"These people have been punished here for breaking the precepts, and the abbot has even taken away their original Buddhist names."

"When you let it go, you can get your original Dharma name back."

"Donor, you can practice with them for the next few days." The monk in charge of reception bowed to Yun Changsheng and waited for him to express his opinion.

"That's great, thank you, Master."

"That's good. It seems that you are quite intelligent. I have a Buddhist scripture here. I have been copying it day and night. Maybe it will be helpful to you."

The monk in charge of reception took out a Buddhist scripture from his bosom and handed it over.

Yun Changsheng did not refuse his kindness. After taking the Buddhist scriptures, he thanked him again, "Thank you, Master."

"By the way, is this donor a man or a woman?" asked the monk who was wearing a bamboo hat.

Rong Xiaoyu: ...

"Male." She bit her back teeth and spat out two words.

"Oh, that's good, in that case." The monk in charge of reception nodded, bowed again, then turned and left.

The temple has a rule that female guests are not allowed to stay, but since you are a man, it doesn’t matter.

Yun Changsheng curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

At that time, Rong Xiaoyu was wearing a bamboo hat and looked so heroic that even he couldn't tell whether she was a man or a woman.

Although the monk had some magical powers, he was unable to see through Rong Xiaoyu's disguise.

He did not object to the little girl's desire to stay here and not be separated from him for too long.

Anyway, this girl is like an invisible person, it doesn't matter whether she's there or not...

"Please help yourself, benefactor."

After the monk in charge of reception left, Xiao Shi came to the living room holding the scroll.

He took a blank scroll, ground ink, and began to paint.

The fat monk Xiaobai ignored Yun Changsheng, made a cup of tea, and then leisurely basked in the sun.

Xiao Qian was as polite as ever, and took the storybook to share it with Yun Changsheng.

What Yun Changsheng didn't expect was that although the title of the book was a love story, the content was vague.

If I have to summarize it in an outline, it would be: I like a woman, but I don’t know what she looks like, nor do I know her hobbies, nor do I know her personality, but I just like her...

As for what happened in the process of knowing each other and falling in love, most of them were just glossed over, and the writing was so vague.

Oh, actually, this is a bit imprecise.

The book still records one thing that women like, and that is Buddhist flowers.

"How about it? It's interesting, isn't it? I made up this story myself."

Xiao Qian looked very proud, patted his chest and continued: "I have always felt that if I return to secular life and become a storyteller, I will definitely make a fortune."

"..."

Yun Changsheng didn't want to dampen the monk's enthusiasm, so he didn't say anything.

At present, it seems that the fact that the girl in the book likes Buddhist flowers may be because Xiao Qian saw Buddhist flowers all over the temple, so she made it up.

Lin Xi in the black coffin scanned the storybook with his divine sense, then silently took out Yun Changsheng's previous works and began to read them with relish.

The story written by the monk is not as good as the story told by Xue Yunjian with his stumbling hands.

"Xianzhi, you still have the nerve to come back. You almost ate up all the Buddhist flowers in the temple!"

A sound suddenly came from outside the yard.

The monk in charge of reception, who was only at the Jindan level, chased Xianzhi, who was at the Heti level, with a broom and beat him up.

They chased all the way to this somewhat shabby courtyard, and after a commotion, Xianzhi clasped her hands together, looking as if she could accept being beaten and scolded.

"That was truly an accident. I definitely didn't do it on purpose. Who knew that this Buddha flower would catch fire at the touch of a finger?"

"Follow me to the Discipline Hall."

The monk in charge of reception glared at him. He still had the nerve to say that something could light up at the touch of a button. If he couldn't even light a flower with his cultivation level at the fusion stage, then all his cultivation would have been in vain.

After the two men left, Rong Xiaoyu, who was wearing a bamboo hat, raised his eyebrows and said very presciently.

"Fortunately, I didn't tell you the monk's name. He doesn't look trustworthy."

Yun Changsheng did not reply. Lately, there were few things that could cause any ripples in his heart.

What others are like is none of his business.

After they had some free time, they and the three monks each did their own things, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Early the next morning, Xianzhi came to the shabby courtyard with a sad face.

An old Zen master with a compassionate face chanted the Buddha's name to Yun Changsheng and others, and then found the three monks who had distracting thoughts.

"From today on, Xiao Wan will practice with you."

"Puchi." Rong Xiaoyu couldn't help it and squatted in the corner, covering his mouth and laughing.

This seemingly unreliable monk also had his Dharma name taken away. She had inquired about it yesterday. Without a Dharma name, he was at most a lay disciple...

After the old monk left, she joked behind his back: "I have always wanted to return to secular life, and now I am one step closer to my goal."

Hyun-ji: …

He doesn't want to talk now, he just wants to be quiet.

Chapter 88 I Just Want to Draw for You

When Xianzhi first appeared, he was a great monk.

When he was running away, he accidentally revealed his true identity, revealing the fact that he was just a monk who received guests.

His image also declined from that of a great monk to that of an ordinary monk.

Now even his Buddhist name has been taken away from him, and he is only one step away from his dream of returning to secular life.

But even though he was in such a miserable state, he did not dare to resist, because there was a man named Langya Tian outside who was sharpening his knife.

It was impossible for other Tribulation Crossing cultivators to protect him for no reason, so he could only stay here and swallow his anger, accepting the beatings and scoldings.

Xue Yunjian was gloating over his misfortune. If it weren't for this monk, he would have been able to get out of Langya Pavilion with the garlic in the storage ring.

The days passed by.

Shuifu Temple is quieter than Langya Pavilion and there is not so much going on.

Yun Changsheng had never seen the monk who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

In fact, this is a normal phenomenon. There are only a small number of monks who are transcending tribulation, and they are like dragons that are hard to find.

He would never easily show up in front of younger generations with low cultivation.

Not every cultivator who is transcending tribulation was once Langya Tian, ​​who had to bow his head into the dust for the sake of merit and watch over all living beings.

Even the maid beside her was just a mortal who was rescued casually.

"Donor Yun, I just wrote a book. Can you help me polish it?"

Yun Changsheng, who was copying scriptures, looked up and saw the very polite thin monk Xiao Qian. He thought for a moment and nodded.

Living here, it's only right to help out a little.

"Thank you, Donor Yun." Xiao Qian was very happy. He grew up in a temple. Although he was very interested in love, he couldn't even imagine it.

This donor Yun seems to be very knowledgeable and perhaps he can write the story in his mind.

Yun Changsheng held a pen and looked at this vague and clueless love story. He frowned and felt like he had no idea where to start.

After thinking about it, he took out the old storybook.

"Why don't you take a look at these? These stories are of the same type as the ones you wrote."

"Oh... Thank you, Donor Yun." Xiao Qian nodded and returned to the house carrying a pile of jade slips.

Seeing that the thin monk had made some progress, Xiao Shi, who was grinding ink, also came over.

Yun Changsheng called out smoothly, "Brother Yu."

Rong Xiaoyu flew down from the sky holding a pile of scrolls and blinked in confusion.

Yun Changsheng pointed at her and said, "She is good at the art of painting."

The young monk with red lips and white teeth brightened his eyes and held up the blank scroll and asked, "Can this donor draw a picture of a lady for me?"

The little monk spoke sincerely and his eyes were full of hope.

Rong Xiaoyu rolled his eyes under the bamboo hat.

If there is something, it’s Brother Yu. If nothing else, just pretend she doesn’t exist.

Those who are favored are fearless...

"A painting of a lady? I'll paint it when I have time."

She floated up to the sky again, looking down at the entire Shuifu Temple from the clouds to see what scenery would be eye-catching.

Lin Xi in the black coffin also came out to get some fresh air and sat behind Rong Xiaoyu blatantly.

"Tsk tsk, love between a man and a woman is really troublesome, seeking immortality is much simpler."

As he spoke, he looked down at Yun Changsheng who was copying scriptures, and looked at him for a long time.

"You know what, you are worthy of being my apprentice, you are quite handsome."

Suddenly I remembered every detail of the little guy going up the mountain, and then I remembered my wedding night.

When he saw that his thoughts were going astray, he casually cut them off and went back to sleep in the black coffin.

There are only a few years left before he ascends to heaven, and the time he spends with his disciple is getting less and less every day.