Jiang Wang had already left for a long time.
In the ruined temple of Sanbao Mountain, Monk Jing Li sat cross-legged quietly.
Monks were monks, but if they didn't have a "home" to begin with, where would they "go out"?
Ancient Buddha lamps, xiuzhe avoided the world. But if they weren't in the world, what could they avoid?
For as long as he could remember, he didn't know his family. He had never seen his parents. It was Ku Jue who had raised him.
Some little novice monks would cry when they missed their parents.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
In the so-called chaotic world, he didn't have an existence he could "miss."
He lived among the sounds of chanting, rolled among the Buddhist scriptures, and grew up among the sounds of bells. Sometimes, he would think, what was "home"?
Why did he have to "go out"? Why was it hard to part with?
Shifu said, when they were together, it was home.
Then he understood, he was hard to part with.
Then he was a little monk seeking "home" in Buddhism.
His world was very simple, and this place was his home.
Shifu said Jiang Wang was Little Shidi, then he had another family member.
This was such a happy matter.
So every time he saw Jiang Wang, he was very happy.
He was very happy, and hoped that Little Shidi would be as happy as him.
But today, he learned that Little Shidi wasn't happy. So Little Shidi had shouldered that kind of weight and walked step by step to where he was today.
He liked to sleep. He didn't know the feeling of never being able to sleep. He also didn't know that when he closed his eyes, he would feel the terror of blood and fire.
At this moment, he sat alone on the wooden bed. When he thought of Little Shidi, he felt very sad.
"Jing Li! Jing Li! Jing Li! Jing … "
The thunderous voice sounded as if it was taking one's life. It fell into the room before stopping.
Ku Jue, who was so thin he was skin and bones, smashed in front of Jing Li like a sharp stone. He glanced at the pitiful little monk. His tone unconsciously softened, but it was also like he was roaring, "Why didn't you respond when I called you?"
"Shishu." Jing Li stood and obediently bowed. "I didn't have time to respond, and you …"
"Forget it, forget it." Ku Jue waved his hand and said, "Contact your shifu, I have something to see him about."
His voice was like a war drum, causing the room to buzz.
"Ah?" Jing Li stood there in a daze and said innocently, "I can't contact him?"
The next moment, his ear was pulled up. Kubing said, "You've even learned how to lie, haven't you? If I hadn't eavesdropped on your conversation just now, I would have believed you! "
Guan Li ignored the pain in his ear and said angrily, "Martial Uncle! How can you eavesdrop on our conversation?! "
"Cut the crap!" Bitter Illness knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he forced himself to change the topic. He maintained the dignity of an elder, and his voice seemed to have exploded in Jingli's ears. "Hurry up and contact your master!"
"No!" Guan Li stubbornly resisted.
Ku Bing glared at him and raised his hand to slap him. He quickly shrank his neck back.
"Alright, alright."
Master often said that a good monk does not fight when the odds are against him. Jingli had always been obedient. Of course, he would carry out this philosophy.
Tell your disciple Jingchen to wait!
As he flipped the bed board, he grumbled unwillingly, "Can't we still contact each other in the temple?"
Bitter Disease said impatiently, "So much nonsense? Isn't it because your master is ignoring us? "
"Ha, is that so?"
Jingli suddenly became happy. He felt that his master had helped him vent his anger.
Like before, he formed a seal and poured his power into the formation patterns, summoning the round light mirror.
Although the main formation patterns of the round light mirror were carved on the back of the bed board, the power that supported its operation involved the entire temple. Of course, the most important part was still the power that Ku Jue had left behind.
Not long after, Ku Jue appeared in the round light mirror. He said, "Have you been fighting for so long? It's fine if you casually beat him up, but if you really hurt your junior brother, you'll compensate … Bitter Disease, you old bald donkey?! "
His gaze swept over Ku Bing, and he immediately wanted to cut off the round light mirror.
But Ku Bing had already shouted, "Senior Brother Abbot has something to say to you!"
Ku Jue rolled his eyes. "Senior Brother Abbot's Telepathy Secret Technique is unparalleled in the world. Is there a need for a sickly person like you to send a message? "
Ku Bing suppressed his anger and said, "Didn't you cut off Telepathy?"
"Oh, so it's like that." Ku Bing did not feel embarrassed at being exposed at all. He said indifferently, "Then why are you looking for me? Is the Dragon Subduing Institute unable to continue?"
"I already said that Senior Brother is looking for you!"
"Then hurry up and say it! Why are you looking for me? "Ku Jue shouted back." Do you think it's easy for my disciple to maintain the round light mirror? "
"Senior Brother wants you to come back!" Ku Bing quickly said.
"What?" Ku Jue asked.
Ku Bing slowed down and said word by word, "Senior. Brother. Wants. You. To. Come. Back!"
"Louder!" Ku Jue shouted.
"Come back if you want! In any case, I've already passed on the message! "Ku Bing was annoyed and turned to leave.
Ku Jue hurriedly gave Jing Li a look.
The master and disciple's thoughts were connected, and Jing Li cried out, "Master, please come back! I miss you so much! "
"Good disciple, don't cry, don't cry." Ku Jue hurriedly comforted him. "Cough, fine. For your sake, I'll reluctantly agree … Ku Bing!"
Ku Bing, who had already walked to the door, stopped and said impatiently, "I heard you!"
"But I can't go back now. I'll talk about it later. I still have to cover for my beloved disciple! "Ku Jue added.
"You're panting because you're fat, aren't you? You don't behave properly every day. Do you really think that Xuan Kong Temple is begging … "
Ku Bing turned around angrily, but the round light mirror had already dissipated … Ku Jue had no intention of listening to what he had to say.
He wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, he wanted to hit someone.
His anger was stuck in his heart, and he had no way to vent it.
In the end, he looked at Jing Li and could not vent his anger on a junior. He flung his sleeves and stepped out of the door, feeling indignant. "It's really a mess. There are no rules! How can this be forgiven? "
Jing Li watched Ku Bing walk far away before he patted his chest to ease his nervousness.
As for what rules Ku Bing talked about and what not to be forgiven …
He actually had some doubts.
Leaving the mountain gate was a very serious matter. Even he knew that it was impossible to come and go as he pleased.
How could his master be so willful? Why would his master take the initiative to persuade him to come back?
But as quick-witted as he was, he quickly found the answer. His master was the most respected monk in the entire Xuan Kong Temple. He was the best choice for the next abbot. How could he not forgive him?
If something happened to his master … Would Xuan Kong Temple not want an abbot in the future?
Thinking of this, Jing Li hurriedly spat, "Ah, I've sinned, I've sinned. I'm not cursing his master."
He put his palms together and muttered, "Xiu Li Xiu Li, Maha Xiu Li, Xiu Li Xiu Li, Sa Po Ha!"
After he finished reciting the mantra, he placed the wooden bed in satisfaction and lay down on it.
Today was too tiring. It was better to sleep …
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