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The white-browed old monk was quite heroic. He waved his hand and said, "Donor, don't worry about it, just take it."

"Not making any demands?"

Give a big gift when you first meet?

Is there such a good thing?

Li Nuo looked at the old monk warily, his heart as clear as a mirror! Free is the most expensive!

Sure enough, the old monk began to make a request: "I only have one request. If something happens to Xiangguo Temple one day, please ask the donor to help protect the disciple Zhou Quan of my temple and pass on the incense."

Li Nuo found it difficult to understand.

Xiangguo Temple is a national temple with strong incense, many believers, and the support of the court. How could it possibly decline?

However, it should be possible to protect only one monk, so he agreed: "Okay! If such a day comes, I will do my best to protect one person and protect the bloodline inheritance of Xiangguo Temple."

Li Nuo also kept a cautious eye on who he was protecting.

There are thousands of monks, big and small, in Xiangguo Temple. Finding someone pleasing to the eye, low-key, and unnoticed should not be too difficult.

With the "Dream Heart Sutra" in his arms, Li Nuo left the meditation room with satisfaction.

The mountain gate.

The young monk did not dare to show any disrespect this time. When he saw Li Nuo coming out, he hurriedly showed his courtesy and led the way.

Li Nuo asked with a smile: "Little monk, where are your two senior brothers of the Hui generation?"

The little novice monk suppressed his blush and said, "I don't know, but I may have gone to Bodhidharma Academy to find my uncle. I heard them say that as long as Brother Huikong defeats the tantric lama this time, he will have a chance to become the chief disciple."

Li Nuo was slightly surprised, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Oh, then who was your original chief senior brother, and what was his cultivation level?"

The young novice monk respectfully replied: "Elder brother's name is Huijue, and he is an ascetic monk."

Ascetic?

The ascetic is only a [ninth-grade warrior monk]. How can he be the chief?

Does Xiangguo Temple have no successor?

Seeing that Li Nuo was puzzled, the young novice monk hurriedly explained: "Senior Brother Huijue has traveled thousands of miles and traveled all over the world. It was just an accident fifteen years ago that caused him to fall from the [Fifth-grade Vajra] back to the [Ninth-grade Monk]! "

"He's still standing still these fifteen years?"

Li Nuo looked stunned.

This chief disciple seemed to be even more miserable than him. After all, he was still able to practice martial arts after destroying his foundation in Confucianism and Taoism, starting from scratch.

But this monk has not made any progress in his cultivation in the past fifteen years. How can he withstand this blow?

What a big heart!

The young novice monk lamented: "After his cultivation level plummeted, Senior Brother Huijue felt that he was not good enough to hold the position of chief anymore. However, the abbot was nostalgic and decided to let him continue to be the chief, enjoying incense offerings and more cultivation resources. . Alas, this matter is debated every year and has caused dissatisfaction among many people."

This is a typical example of occupying the toilet and not taking a shit, which will definitely cause dissatisfaction among fellow students.

"Abbott this must have a deep meaning, right?"

Li Nuo felt a little emotional.

However, this was an internal matter of Xiangguo Temple and had nothing to do with him. He was just a little curious, so he asked more questions.

It took half an hour.

We came to the imaginative purple bamboo forest again.

This time no one came to play jungle.

However, someone was arguing fiercely about something.

Taking a closer look, Li Nuo couldn't help but feel happy.

Huikong and Huijing, a pair of living treasures, were blocking a young monk with ragged robes and a withered face. They kept insulting him, and Huijing even stepped forward to push him.

"Donor, the person surrounded by Huikong and Huijing is the chief senior brother Huijue that the young monk mentioned before."

The little novice monk secretly complained in his heart.

Huijue would go out to travel around the world in early spring every year until he came back at the end of the year. It was only May, why was he back? Moreover, he was blocked by Huikong and Huijing, so he was going to suffer a lot.

Li Nuo wondered: "Monk Huijue, why do you look like a beggar?"

If it weren't for the bald head, who would have thought that he was a monk?

The little novice monk hesitated and said: "Senior brother is an ascetic, so maybe the journey is not so beautiful..."

Li Nuo took another look.

This monk's Qi-nurturing skills are really good.

The two junior brothers were allowed to insult and push him, but he refused to retaliate or hit him.

If it were him, with his violent temper, even if he didn't kill them, he would still make these two people rolling and wailing.

well.

Why should monks make things difficult for monks?

After all, Li Nuo failed to be hard-hearted and moved to compassion.

He strode forward and said with a smile: "Huh? Two nephews and monks, what are you doing?"

Huikong's complexion changed and turned into the color of pig liver.

Huijing gritted her teeth and dared not speak out in anger.

What a mess!

I thought that when this guy went to see the abbot, he would definitely chat for a long time, but he came out before even half a stick of incense had arrived?

How do they face this?

What a mistake!

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Li Nuo immediately put on airs and said displeasedly: "You are still not polite? Be careful of the dust on the altar!"

"I have met Mr. Li, and he is blessed with good health."

The two monks looked at each other and could only say goodbye angrily in unison.

"You're so good! Come here, touch your head and feel the Buddha's spirit..."

Li Nuo laughed and reached out to touch the big bald head.

The two of them didn't have the nerve to stay here and embarrass themselves. They turned around and left this purple bamboo forest that made them so embarrassed and angry.

The embarrassed figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the mountain path.

Li Nuo stretched out his hand towards Huijue, who was knocked to the ground.

Monk Huijue was not pretentious and accepted Li Nuo's kindness.

After being pulled up, he bowed to Li Nuo and said with neither joy nor sadness: "Amitabha, thank you so much for your help. I am a poor monk, Huijue. I wonder what I call the donor?"

"I am Li Nuo, whose name is Zian. I have met Master Huijue."

Li Nuo cupped his hands.

"If I can't bear the word 'mage', Donor Li can just call me by my name."

Huijue is humble and polite.

Li Nuo nodded.

This monk Huijue has a really tough mind.

He finally understood why the abbot supported Huijue as the chief disciple.

With this character and perseverance alone, you will definitely succeed! Time can at best be an obstacle to him, but it will never trap him.

If you don't fly, you will soar into the sky.

If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!

Although late bloomers are rare, it does not mean that they are gone.

Xu Jingshan, a great writer three hundred years ago, was still just a poor scholar at the age of fifty. He had not even developed a sword or a sword. The world laughed at him and said that he would never succeed in success in his life.

Anyone with great perseverance is someone who has a tough mind and is not shaken by external things. Xu Jingshan ignored what was going on outside the window, read and recited the saint's books every day, and insisted on his own way.

That year, he failed the imperial examination again, so he packed up his bags and headed north.

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He went to the Northern Territory alone. Encountering a group of tantric lamas fighting with a woman, the tantric lamas sacrificed the most precious treasure [Buddha Kingdom in the Palm] and vowed to suppress the woman!

Xu Jingshan felt pity and came to the rescue regardless of his low strength. He entered the "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm", broke this Buddhist treasure, and rescued the woman...

It was from that moment that Xu Jingshan rose with the same wind and soared ninety thousand miles.

One level per year, in less than ten years, I have stepped into the [First-grade Sub-Saint Realm] and stood at the top of Confucianism and Taoism!

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