Sword Qi of the heavens

Chapter 62 Little Monk, You Are Predestined For Me

Mu Nianci was worried about Guo Jing's safety, but he also remembered Li Changlan's previous explanation.

"I have earnestly fulfilled what Brother Changlan asked me to do. Not only do I give some incense money to Shaolin Temple every few days, but I also volunteer in the temple, helping to clean up the temple, or chant scriptures with the masters."

"A few days ago, an eminent monk in the temple accepted me as a lay disciple."

When Li Changlan heard Mu Nianci's words, and saw that she had kept her confession in mind, and that she had done an excellent job, she was immediately satisfied.

"Where are the masters of Guo Jing? Are they also in the temple?" Li Changlan asked.

"That's not true. The seniors can't stay calm. Except for Senior Han Xiaoying who lives in the temple and prays with me, the other seniors are active not far from the foot of the mountain and come back every few days."

Mu Nianci shook his head and told the whereabouts of the Seven Monsters in the South of the Yangtze River.

Li Changlan didn't care about the presence or absence of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters at all, but he also knew that Guo Jing listened to them most.

This time, the trip to Peach Blossom Island brought them along.

Li Changlan can save a lot of unnecessary trouble when communicating with Guo Jing.

Just when Li Changlan was about to call Mu Nianci over and tell her to finish something.

A young monk with an elegant face and a bit of bookishness, about 13 years old, came in from the door.

"Brother, the master said that there is something to be done in the temple tonight, so you don't have to go to the main hall for the evening class, and you can recite scriptures in your room by yourself."

"Well, I see."

When Mu Nianci saw the visitor, his expression was calm.

It seemed that she had known each other for a while, and they were considered familiar with each other, otherwise her tone would not have been so flat.

Li Changlan looked at the little monk in front of him playfully, and became interested.

When he went to the Quanzhen sect, the little Taoist priest he saw at the mountain gate for the first time was by no means an ordinary disciple, and gave a good impression.

Unexpectedly, when he came to Shaolin Temple now, he met a very intelligent young monk.

This little monk has a handsome appearance, and his every move is extremely refined.

It would be more appropriate to say that it is a little book boy with a shaved head rather than a monk who abandoned the world and became a monk.

Comparing the two, although Li Changlan can't say which one is more talented, he can go the farthest in the future, but when he thinks that Shaolin Temple always likes to hide its clumsiness, and raises a few top masters in a certain empty temple.

Li Changlan couldn't help but want to ask the other party's name.

"Little monk, what's your name?"

"Poor monk Jueyuan." The young monk bowed and said.

feel far?

Is it the Jueyuan I thought?
Li Changlan was taken aback suddenly.

He reckoned that the person in his impression should be a few years younger than Guo Jing, which almost matched the person in front of him, and he believed in his heart that this young monk might be related to him.

"Benefactor, why do you look at me like this?"

Seeing Li Changlan staring at him, Jue Yuan couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his head.

"Jueyuan, that's a good name."

Li Changlan chuckled a few times, and looked at the little monk with meaningful eyes.

Huang Rong immediately understood that Li Changlan might have made up his mind again.

As soon as she grabbed Mu Nianci's arm, she was about to walk out of the hall. Before stepping out of the room, she turned her head and gave Li Changlan a sneaky look.

"Sister Mu, it's my first time to Shaolin Temple, why don't you show me around?" Huang Rong said with a smile.

"Hey, Big Brother Changlan is not busy..."

Mu Nianci looked back at Li Changlan, wanting to ask him what he wanted to explain.

However, before she could say anything, Huang Rong half-forcibly pulled her out, and took the latter to tour the Shaolin Temple.

Inside the hall.

After Jueyuan finished what his master told him, he wanted to leave.

But the way he looked at Li Changlan was always staring at him with nothing in his eyes, and he didn't know why, he used to go up and down the mountain to cut firewood and carry water every day, but his exercised legs suddenly couldn't move, as if they were tightly stretched. nailed to the ground.

Jue Yuan is used to people in the martial arts world, so he knows that Li Changlan is probably a master.

"Benefactor, why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong?"

Li Changlan thought for a while and said, "I'm puzzled about one thing, and I hope you, little monk, can give me some advice."

Jue Yuan shook his head again and again, "Don't dare!"

Li Changlan ignored Jueyuan's repeated denials, as if he was afraid of getting into trouble.

He raised his head to look at the exquisitely carved Buddha statue in the main hall, folded his arms, and held the long sword obliquely in front of his chest. At the same time, he leaned back slightly on a pillar in the hall.

"It's a coincidence. Recently, I have often dreamed that the deceased elder asked me to copy a volume of scriptures for him, and then burned them with fire, so that the power of the scriptures could be turned into merit to help him reincarnate."

"I don't know. In your opinion, what is the explanation for this dream?"

When Jueyuan heard that Li Changlan asked this question, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Among them, although they do not recommend the practice of divination and fortune-telling.

But there were many pilgrims who came to offer incense and fulfill their vows in the mountains, so Jueyuan naturally followed suit and understood some things related to it.

In terms of martial arts, he won't.

When it comes to interpreting dreams and asking for a lottery, he has learned a little from the other great monks.

"Amitabha."

Jueyuan folded his palms together and bowed to Li Changlan.

"Buddhist scriptures have immeasurable merits. Your relatives are enough for you to entrust your dreams to help them copy the scriptures. Thinking about it, you also have a very deep relationship with you. From the perspective of the poor monk, copying the scriptures is of great benefit to yourself and others. Donors should Get this thing done."

"Really?" Li Changlan was uncertain.

"Of course it's true, I can assure you." The young monk Jueyuan nodded seriously.

"Well, the name of that volume of scriptures sounds a little strange to me. It doesn't seem to be a common scripture in Buddhism. I don't know if I heard it wrong, or there is no such scripture at all." Li Changlan sighed, Said.

"Why don't you name the benefactor?" asked the young monk Jueyuan.

"I remember clearly that the volume of scriptures is called "Langa Sutra." Li Changlan looked at the young monk Jueyuan and said slowly.

""Langa Sutra"?" The young monk Jueyuan was suddenly taken aback.

"Why, is there really no scripture?" Li Changlan asked deliberately pretending to be careless.

The little monk Jueyuan scratched his head, hesitant.

"The "Langa Sutra" is an important classic in Buddhism, but its popularity among believers is not too high, and this scripture does exist, but none of the brothers in the school specializes in this scripture."

"I seem to have seen this scripture once before, and it's in the Sutra Pavilion."

"So, little monk, can you fetch it for me?" Li Changlan asked.

"This..." The young monk Jueyuan looked slightly hesitant.

but.

To Li Changlan's surprise, Jue Yuan didn't think too much.

After only a few seconds, a decision was made.

"According to the logic, outsiders can't randomly enter inside the Sutra Pavilion."

"Brother Mu is no longer an outsider after he converts to his master. What's more, I am the monk in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. It is very convenient to get the scriptures. This benefactor, come with me, and I will take you to get the "Langa Sutra." "Yes."

Seeing that things went so smoothly, Li Changlan was very puzzled.

Little monk Jueyuan looked very shrewd, not like a stupid guy.

Is there any fraud in it?

Did he lure me to the Sutra Pavilion on purpose?

(End of this chapter)