This is a young monk.

The white and pure face was filled with harmless smiles of humans and animals. It seemed that they were only over twenty years old, but the Acropolis was extremely serious. His eyes fell on the monk's forehead. When the monk called him a Buddha's name before, he saw the forehead clearly.

Five ring scars!

The scar of the abstinence is also called the incense scar. It is also called the incense scar. It is a scar left by Buddhists who burn incense on their bodies in order to receive the pure body of the precepts. In this world, it only appears in the authentic Buddhist Buddhist sect, which is based on the idea of ​​sacrificing oneself or to eliminate the ego. The burning of the abstinence scar is also called the "incense scar". The number of incense scars burned is generally one, two, three, five, six, nine, and twelve. Twelve points indicate that it is the highest "bodhisattva precept" among the precepts received. In addition to the sacrificial ritual, Buddhism also has a "clean heart" ritual. That is, after entering the temple, after a period of study and excellent performance, the old monk will use threads.

Xiang lit the first rhinoceros for their monk's career, called "Qingxin". Then, if they perform well in the next year or two, they are qualified to get a second rhinoceros called "Lefu". Generally speaking, if it goes well, most of the older monks in the temple can have five or six rhinoceros scars. However, the abbots of important temples such as Shaolin Temple have eight or nine "high-level monks" or "special monks" with eight or nine rhinoceros scars. The tenth rhinoceros scars are not something that ordinary monks can have, except for Master Bodhidharma and Zen Master Sixth Patriarch. There are no more than five "chief monks" with ten rhinoceros scars in Shaolin Buddhism.

This monk is only twenty-three or four years old, and there are five registry scars on the top of his forehead that only an older monk in Shaolin Temple can have!

You should know that although the quizing incense scar will not change its seniority, it can also affect its status in Shaolin. Especially for the things that quizing incense scars reflect largely. If a quizing incense scar is a literary monk who is learning Buddhist scriptures, he must be proficient in Buddhist principles. If a quizing monk, he must be extremely skilled in martial arts and profound. In other words, is the young monk in front of him a damn monk?

This surprised him and had to treat it carefully.

"Haha, meeting is fate, Master, please give me a try!" Acropolis reached out and patted the old dark horse who was overreacting to the smell of blood, and handed over the wine bag.

The young monk was not polite, and sat down on the ground with the black cloth bag on his body, grabbed the pheasant meat from the fire rack, took the wine bag handed over to the Acropolis, and ate and drank it with great flavor.

The old dark horse's nostrils turned outward and kept making hissing sounds.

Acropolis noticed that the young monk's waist and abdomen were still bleeding, and frowned, "Master, your wound--"

"Well, no, no, no, no," the monk ate so much that he was filled with oil, and there were shredded meat on the corner of his mouth. He said to the Acropolis with no concern, "Well, donor, my monk's Dharma name Bajie, don't know what the donor calls him?"

While saying that, he was tearing the flesh without hesitation.

“Acropolis,”

"Uh, donor, thank you!" As he said that, he changed the wine bag from the Acropolis. The Acropolis secretly weighed it. Damn, it was much lighter. The monk noticed the Acropolis' small movements and blushed with embarrassment. "The little monk is only concerned about escaping his life and has no time to beg for alms, so he has been no longer drinking and meat."

Damn, Acropolis almost laughed. This monk even ate meat and drank wine, and he didn't eat alcohol without begging for alms. The implication was that he usually ate wine and meat. Could it be that monks of these days had traveled through time? Wait, Acropolis thought about it, and suddenly fell on the point. What was this monk's name?

"Master, do you say your Dharma name is Bajie?"

The monk clicked, spitted the chicken bones on the hay, and landed on the forehead of the old black horse, which was drooping big eyelids.

"Well, Master wants me to follow the precepts, be a polite person, and not be a monk," he noticed the confusion on the Acropolis' face, and the eighth-level monk explained, but before he finished speaking, he laughed indifferently, "I took over the little monk and lived up to the master's high hopes, and finally reached the state of wine and meat passing through the intestines. The Buddha's heart is not easy."

As he said that, he bit the chicken's thigh with emotion. The meat on the inside of the chicken's thigh was tender, which made the monk praise him, "The donor's skill is amazing, but he is better than those restaurant chefs, and I don't know where to go," he said.

This made Acropolis unable to help but suspect that this "master" had not begged for alms and could enter the restaurant. Could it be that he would hide in other people's kitchens and try everything, right?

In fact, the Acropolis was even more surprised. After eating and drinking, the master moved the fire toward him and began to meditate and heal his wounds.

I'll go! The Acropolis was surprised. This person who was in the world didn't have any common sense, right? How could heal the wounds in front of the person he met by chance? Are you not afraid of being malicious to him? Or can you tell that you are a good person?

In fact, Acropolis did not think he was a good person. He observed that the monk should be at least a first-class expert. The internal force emitted when he was healing was long and mellow. He was close to him and felt a faint thunder. At least he was also an internal expert.

This style is a little bit inferior. The Acropolis' view is that the monk's words and deeds are faintly boundless. If he is a monk with a sudden mentality, he will not be ashamed of the five registries on the top of his forehead. He noticed the black cloth bag, and although the monk threw it at random, he felt that the distance was awkward. Between the two, he was closer to the monk.

The black cloth bag faintly reveals the hard object, and the sound made by the monk when he threw it down before should be quite heavy. It should be a stone slab or iron slab, and it is very thick. He shook his head and did not think about it. He just thought it was just helping the monk protect the Dharma, and making a good relationship is not a bad thing.

He picked up two handfuls of hay and threw it to the mouth of the old black horse. This bad guy couldn't stand up after eating a straw, lying there, chewing his neck slowly.

Seeing that the monk was really unprepared to run the Zhoutian with his eyes closed, Acropolis also felt that he was responsible for the monk.

It can be seen that this "eminent monk" has his own thoughts?

After half an hour, the monk's waist and abdomen overflowed, and some sweat stains appeared on his light forehead, and his body shook slightly. This was a sign of the collision of the true gas. It was not that it could not be controlled, but that some places were too fragile. The monk wanted to quickly stop bleeding and scarring, and constantly used internal force to impact the tendons and veins that injured the place.

It's a critical moment.

The Acropolis looked at the fire in front of him. He got up and smashed the altar under the Buddha statue behind him as firewood. With the faint light of fire, he squinted his eyes as the dilapidated temple door exposed the light and shadows that were exposed from outside.

The light of the fire trembled.

The Acropolis frowned.

Someone came, and the fire continued to tremble, shaking the wood blocks stained on it.

More than one person, he is a horse team.

A very anxious horse team.

Acropolis looked at Monk Bajie who was sitting opposite him at the critical moment and stood up with a headache. It was obvious that most of the team behind him were coming for the second senior brother.

"Do you want to help you?"

This thought flashed in Acropolis' heart and was stopped. The movement that was about to get up suddenly stopped looking at the monk opposite who was healing his wounds but slightly pursing the corners of his mouth. He said with a strange feeling, "Master, do you think I want to help you?"

The monk's face was calm and he had recovered some vitality. At least the Acropolis could see that this monk was a white and tender handsome monk. He couldn't help but complain, are there so many handsome people these days? Anyone who meets a monk who looks so handsome?

The Acropolis' gaze did not change as expected, and the monk's mouth only curled up a little.

Oh, I'm sure I'm going to eat? The Acropolis is a little strange. What's the reason why this monk's expression is sure to help him?

The monk's expression was a provocation to the Acropolis. He was a little surprised, "Master, are you sure you will be able to take me?"

It is not impossible to speak when using the exercises to heal the wound, but it will dissipate the internal force that has been transported to the acupoints. Therefore, most of the time, as long as the injured person is injured, he pretends to be dead and heals the wound. When he hears the acropolis a little unhappy tone, he suddenly nods.

Damn, I'm really sure I'm going to be able to do anything? Acropolis was a little angry. He looked at the monk for a while and the sound of horse hooves in the distance had already reminded of some rapid sounds of horse hooves. The old black horse huddled on the hay stood up with his hooves, shook his tail, and came to the front of the acropolis.

"Okay, you have a habit!" Acropolis gave a thumbs up, patted the mane on the old black horse's neck, and walked out. "Since you believe in me so much, I'll help you once,"

It was indeed a team of people.

There were about a dozen, all with weapons on their hands, and the horses were all strong, which was quite large. It was not difficult to find that the leader was a girl with a resentful look on her face and holding a long whip in her hands.

Acropolis slowly walked to the entrance of the ruined temple, and took a drink in his mouth with a wine bag in his hand. Looking at the group of people who were strangling the horse and parked in front of him for a long time, to be precise, their eyes fell on the two white thighs covered with short skirts on the girl's back.

People who wear so little in the middle of winter are either slutty or have a strong martial arts skills.

With the firelight coming from the dilapidated temple, it was not difficult for him to see the little girl wearing brown under her skirt. Are she wearing fur pants? Acropolis was a little confused.

The unruly woman threw a whip in the air with a long whip in her hand, and she thrust her thunderously in the Acropolis's ear, "What are you looking at? Let's see me dig your eyes!"

"Ah?" Acropolis's mouth had a small curve inexplicably, but he had a look of embarrassment and fear on his face. He waved his hands repeatedly, "I'm sorry, Miss, I have no intention of offending me. I offended you so much, and I hope to atone for my sins!"

Acropolis was a little excited about this evil taste. It was really good to face a group of people alone.

"Hmph, you guys are tactful," the girl tightened her whip and looked down at the Acropolis, "Can that sloppy and smelly monk be in this temple?"

"Sloppy and smelly monk?" Aicheng thought to himself that he was probably the Master Bajie inside, but the name was a bit inappropriate. Although the monk was casual, his clothes were not sloppy, so he bowed, "Miss, the monk doesn't know, but there is indeed a Master Bajie inside?"

"It's that little sloppy. He stole my iron spirit and dared to run away, causing me to chase him so far! This time I have to interrupt his dirty and smelly thief's hands!" As he said that, the girl's big white legs were pinching her horse's belly, and her body had already jumped up from the horse and rushed to the top of the Acropolis. Her remaining momentum was not diminished. It was obvious that she wanted to fly straight into the dilapidated temple.

This girl's light skills are pretty good, and she is used in a good manner when she rises up flat on the ground, but she shouldn't have flew over the head of the Acropolis. As soon as the acropolis raised her eyes, she saw a dark shadow seeping out from the brown underwear spreading on her thighs, and it was vaguely pulled to the slit of the buttocks behind her.

His eyes suddenly brightened and he blurted out.

"I didn't wear it?"

"You damn brat!" Tie Xiaohua lowered her head and suddenly saw Ai Cheng staring at her legs. She felt a sensation in her heart. The inner energy raised from her dantian suddenly dissipated and was dissipated. Before she could react, she had already landed her legs and pinched Ai Cheng's head, who was shocked.
Chapter completed!