The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Solo watched for two hours but didn't see any movement from the monks, so he reached out to poke Chunyue beside him, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother terminally ill, don't you come here today to compare yourself? If so, we But I don't have that much free time..."

"Why sit still? This is waiting for someone..." Master Chunyue Juezheng came to Solo via sound transmission.

"Waiting for someone? What kind of awesome person can make these great Buddhas in the Buddhist world sit here and wait for two hours without showing up?" Solo was surprised.

"Of course it's awesome. Don't you think these old monks who have lived a good life will be so honest?" Chunyue confirmed Solo's thoughts.

"Tell me, who is it?" Solo became curious.

"We are waiting for the arrival of a real great Buddha in the Buddhist world, a Chinese god monk, a great monk who begs 'well', and the eighth ancient temple, the crock pot temple."

"Okay monk? The name is strange. What else is the Crockpot Temple? I haven't heard of it, but when I watched the Water Margin, I remembered that there was a play called 'Lu Zhishen Burns the Crockpot Temple'..." Solo said Said.

"Actually, I don't know much about this Crockpot Temple, but I heard that this ancient temple is very mysterious. It has been passed down from one lineage to the other until now. Only one monk is allowed in each generation of the temple..." Chunyue didn't want to say more, she just turned her eyes close.

In this way, when the bright moon was in the sky, in the north of the desert, a young man dressed in a large and brand-new monk robe came galloping from the north of the desert, walking and singing, his brother's voice was loud and clear, and his voice shook the sky.

My sister looks pretty...

The two sons are up and down...

Feel free to touch it...

My heart is jumping a little...

……

Singing such a small tune from the mouth of this young man in a monk's robe always makes people feel ridiculous, but the charm of the song makes people feel infinitely happy and lingering in their hearts.

The reason why it is said that this is a young man is because he is no different from Solo and Wu Qingcheng, both have long black hair and look less than 20 years old.

The speed of the young man was extremely fast, and the singing was still in the far north at the beginning, but the singing stopped in the blink of an eye, and he also sat cross-legged by the side of the big lake, staring blankly at the lake, with a handsome appearance that could fascinate thousands of girls. of sadness.

Then he sang Qin Shaoyou's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" again:

Xianyun is clever, Feixing spreads hatred, and Yinhan looms dark.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

The tenderness is like water, and the good times are like dreams.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

……

The singing seemed to have infinite magic power, and the clouds in the night sky suddenly changed into thousands of ingenious patterns in the sky, and a wonderful picture seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes...

Cowherd and Weaver Girl wait on both sides of the distant Milky Way, and only meet each other on the night of Qixi Festival every year, but this meeting is like the fusion of autumn wind and dew, which is better than those human partners who stay together every day but don't know how to cherish... …

The lingering feelings in the singing are like the river flowing in the Milky Way for thousands of years, endlessly, this short-lived reunion like a dream, but it will eventually come to an end...

Cowherd and Weaver Girl reluctantly embark on their way home, persuading each other in their hearts: Our true love is unswerving until death, and the world is old, so why should we be greedy for the joys and sorrows of each other...

When everyone was caught in this wonderful situation, Solo looked at the boy with burning eyes, then got up and walked towards the boy by the lake...

At this time, it seemed that Solo was the only one who was awake by the lake, and everyone else had entered into a misty mood. So Luo just walked up to the boy, squatted down, and stared at the boy.

And the young man seemed to be intoxicated by his own singing, looking at the lake with melancholy eyes, seemingly unaware that Solo came to him.

"Hey... dude, you sing well, show me how..." Solo asked with a groan.

"Hey... I'm sorry, you scared me, you know that scaring people can scare people to death?"

The young man didn't seem to notice Solo's arrival. Solo suddenly spoke beside him, which made him yell in fright, and his body appeared tens of meters away in an instant, looking at Solo angrily.

"Don't! Come and sit, I just think you sing well, can you sing me another one?" Solo looked at the young monk eagerly.

"You... who are you? Do you think your grandpa monk is a singer?" The young monk looked at Solo curiously, from top to bottom and bottom to top a dozen times: "Ci'ao! He looks really good. Ugly..."

"My name is Solo! Could it be that my parents gave it to me, and I can't help it, oh, Monk Hua, what about you? What's your name? Which temple is it?" Solo sat down cross-legged and said.

"Hey... Monk Hua? You are the first person who dares to tell me that I can still sit here alive. I really want to kill you now, but I am too lazy to do it. I am a non-disciplined monk from the Crock Temple. What unit do you have? What?" Bujie said as he walked to Solo's side and sat down next to Soro.

"I'm from Tanshi Temple in the capital..." Solo said without hesitation.

"Shit! Why hasn't the Buddhist world fallen to this point? Even this kind of monastery can compete for the qualification to enter Xanadu? Where is it? Let me see?" He looked around.

"Don't look for it, what's behind you is..." Solo said.

After hearing this, Bujie turned back immediately: "I'm sorry... Isn't Tanshi Temple too shameless to get so many foreign aid?" Bujie said with a look of contempt.

"Shameless? You, a monk, are full of such filthy language. Why is it shameless for Tanshi Temple to ask for foreign aid?" Solo asked.

"Hey... Two different things, two different things... Oh, by the way, do you have a girlfriend?" Bujie asked Solo.

"Hey, I said no, are you a monk after all? I heard that your Crock Temple has been passed down from the ancient lineage to the present..."

"What's the matter? Monks can't be romantic? Monks can't have women? Monks without women are not necessarily good things, and aren't they also full of male robbers and female prostitutes?

Haven't you seen the report about the monks in some famous monasteries?That's not counting, didn't the monk chasing beauties and giving them sports cars also appear?

Also, there are eminent monks who are married and have children, not only are they married, but also engaged in extramarital affairs and have been exposed, there are many monks, and there are even more monks who have not reported..." Bujie looked at him with contempt Solo.

"Damn it! Are you really a monk?" Solo didn't believe he was a monk.

"Me too! Xiao Na is a monk!" Bu Jie looked affirmative.

"You are a monk and I can become a Buddha..." Solo said.

"Becoming a Buddha is the simplest thing, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..." Bujie said.

"Have you never killed anyone? Or have you killed a life? Are you planning to kill or kill a life in the future?" Solo asked.

"Killing the wicked is a great good, but what about killing? Every plant and tree in the world has life, so who isn't killing? If you don't want to kill, don't be born..."