Xuankong Temple's territory.
On that nameless mountain, Ku Jue sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He scratched his feet and asked in an indifferent manner, "Is Linzi fun?"
Not far away, Jing Li sat on a clean stone slab. He had a look of lingering fear on his face. "Linzi is so scary."
"Without your master's company, you indeed can't protect it … After all, you're still young." Ku Jue sighed and sneered again. "Which old thing bullied you? How is it scary? Tell me about it. "
Jing Li pursed his lips and said, "A group of women touched me."
"Heh heh, that's nothing." Ku Jue had just said this disdainful sentence when he truly realized what his disciple had said.
He suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
He turned his hand and slapped Jing Li's bald head, leaving behind five fingerprints dipped in mud. "Little brat, you're playing so fancy!?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He got up and rolled up his sleeves. "Two heartless bastards! Your master is eating plain porridge here, and you're drinking wine with prostitutes in Linzi! "
Jing Li held his head with both hands and asked blankly, "What's drinking wine with prostitutes?"
"You're still showing off to me!" Ku Jue was about to explode in anger. He jumped high on the spot. "If I don't teach you a good lesson today, you won't know what it means to respect your elders …"
He suddenly put on a smile and rubbed Jing Li's shiny head. His tone also became very gentle. "Respecting the old and loving the young is also a kind of benevolence. We monks walk the world. We have to be worthy of the heavens above and the earth below. We have to be worthy of Buddha in our hearts, and even more worthy of all living beings. Do you understand? "
Jing Li blinked in confusion. His long eyelashes covered his innocent eyes. "I don't really understand."
"It's fine." Ku Jue's smile was gentle, appearing very patient. "Master will slowly explain it to you … Cough!"
He coughed lightly. "How come someone has the time to come to my Sanbao Mountain today?"
A black-clothed monk with a solemn expression slowly walked over from afar. Although his steps were slow, the strides of each step were very large. He arrived in front of them in just a few steps.
"Didn't you say last time that this place was renamed Spirit Mountain?" He asked with a frown.
"It changed again, Martial Uncle Kudi!" Jing Li obediently replied, "It's now called Mount Sanbao!"
Ku Di was very fond of this pure and clean little monk. It was rare for him to have the leisure to ask, "I see that this mountain is bare, it has neither the aura of treasure nor good fortune. I wonder where these three treasures come from? "
He was actually testing this extremely intelligent martial nephew of his.
The School of Buddhism regarded Buddhism, Dharma, and Sangha as the three treasures. They were Buddha, the Buddhist principles, and the monks who inherited the Buddhist principles.
This was something that all novice monks knew.
However, each cultivator had a different understanding of the three treasures. The three treasures could be outside the body, but they could also be in the heart.
There were tens of thousands of Buddhas, and each of them held a different view.
He was also rather curious about the three treasures in the heart of this unsullied little martial nephew of his.
Upon hearing his Uncle-Master's question, Monk Jing Li said proudly, "Kujue's knowledge! The experience of Kujue! Kujue's wisdom! These are the three treasures of the Buddhist Sect! That's how this mountain got its name! "
Ku Di felt his vision darken, and he felt like he was going to faint.
He almost opened his mouth and cursed at Kujue.
He really misled people!
Such a pure little monk, what did he teach all day long?!
However, he restrained himself in the end.
He restrained himself not because he was afraid of opening his mouth. At his level of cultivation, he had long since stopped adhering to the precepts. It was just that … he couldn't win against Kujue in cursing.
He took a deep breath. Amitabha. Amitabha.
"Kujue." His gaze moved away from Jing Li and landed on Kujue. "What have you been busy with recently? You've already been absent from the abbot's lectures three times. "
Kujue glanced at him. "If he's willing to talk, can't you guys just listen? I'm teaching a disciple! Didn't you hear me just now? How can you be in charge of the Temple of Enlightenment if you're so deaf? You're so old, your eyesight is bad, and your ears are dull. Why don't you just quit? I'll recommend someone to you! "
He was like an arrow, showering Ku Di's face with his words.
"Who do you think is suitable?" Ku Di suppressed his anger and asked.
Kujue had an expression that said 'you really don't have eyes'. He patted his chest with all his strength. "Looking at the entire Xuan Kong Temple, who else but me can take on this great responsibility!"
Ku Di really wanted to slap himself. Really, after so long, he still didn't know what kind of virtue Kujue had?
Wasn't he just asking for trouble by answering him?
"Speaking of eyesight, you're even older than me!" He said with a cold face.
"Alright, alright, alright. Can't take a joke? Look at your wrinkled face, it's like the bark of an old tree. It's really boring. "Kujue smiled tiredly." Then I'll seriously recommend someone else to you? "
"Forget it!" Ku Di said with a straight face.
Kujue clapped his hands and smiled. "What do you think of Jing Li?"
Ku Di wondered if he had said something wrong. Could it be that he didn't say 'forget it', but 'okay'?
While he was in a daze, Kujue had already pulled Jing Li over. "There's no time like the present. Come, kneel down and kowtow to your Martial Uncle Ku Di. Today, you'll inherit his mantle and take on his responsibility, so that he can concentrate on cultivation and attain bliss early! "
Ku Di was speechless.
The little monk Jing Li looked troubled. "Ah? Master, isn't it too early now? I feel that I'm still young and still need a few more years of training … "
Ku Di was speechless.
What, the two of you are even pushing and pulling!
At this point, he had completely forgotten that he was here to teach Kujue a lesson. He was here specifically to warn him not to be absent from the next spiritual assembly.
Good heavens. After chatting for a while, he almost lost the position of the head of the Knowledge Era Hall!
"Alright, I won't waste time with you." He simply flung his sleeves. "I still have something to do. I'll leave first!"
"You don't want to sit for a while?" Kujue asked with a smile.
Ku Di glanced around …
You have a place to sit?!
"You're too polite."
He turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. He stopped and said, "I remember that you previously said that you've taken in a peerless disciple?"
Kujue's old face turned awkward, and he said vaguely, "More or less."
He then glared at Ku Di. "What's wrong?"
What's wrong with this one? He has an extremely imposing manner and confidence.
"Is he called Jiang Wang?" Ku Di asked again.
Isn't this just touching a sore spot? This guy doesn't have eyes!
Kujue glared at him. "If you have anything to say, then say it. If not, then leave!"
They had been martial brothers for so many years, so Ku Di didn't bicker with him. He only said, "The Knowledge Era Hall just received news that this guy called Jiang Wang seems to be colluding with the demons. Zhao Xuanyang of the Tianjiao of Jing Kingdom has already set out to personally pursue him. I don't want to scold you, but don't drag everyone into this … "
The intelligence of the Observation Era Hall was quite good. Jing Kingdom had just announced it, and Xuankong Temple already knew about it.
However, his' reminder 'and' lesson 'were destined to be fruitless.
Halfway through his words, Kujue had already bumped into him. "What!?"
He shouted, "You old bald donkey, you're up to no good. Why didn't you say earlier that my good disciple was in trouble?!"
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