I Signed in at Shaolin for Ten Thousand Years

After absorbing the snake's blood, Su Cheng looked at the King Snake lying on the floor of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, pretending to be dead, and kicked lightly with his foot: "Get up. Play dead again, be careful, I will really stew you. I heard that your Snake gallbladder can enhance true qi for fifty years, I don’t know if it’s true or not?”

Whoosh!

Immediately, the Snake King stood up all of a sudden, with a somewhat frightened look in his eyes.

Seeing this performance, Su Cheng couldn't help being happy. It seems that I haven't been in such a happy mood for a long time.

It's not bad to have a pet.

"Amitabha..." Su Cheng clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. He felt more and more that chanting Buddha's name was sometimes a good relief:

"Don't worry. From now on, your name will be Xiao Zi. I will take your snake blood every thirty days. You can spend the rest of the time on your own. But remember not to appear in front of people or eat people. Do you understand?" ?”

The Snake King nodded quickly.

"Yes, it seems that you are really human." Su Cheng nodded in satisfaction, but just in case, there was a bit of sternness in his eyes: "Go on your own. But if I find out that you cannibalize people, you must kill me." You boil it into snake soup. Unless, I let you eat it."

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After hearing the first half of the sentence, the Snake King still remembered deeply, and a little fear appeared in his eyes. But when I heard the last sentence, I was a little confused.

What did you let me eat?

However, although it understands human nature, it cannot speak. Even if he could speak, he probably didn't dare to ask now, so he quickly got into the depths of the scripture storage pavilion, and hid tremblingly behind the bookshelf.

But after a while, it seemed that the Snake King's nature broke out again, and he became lazy and paralyzed again.

It seems that this Snake King, like himself, is more homely and doesn't like to go out very much. That's not bad.

Su Cheng thought so, then sat down on the futon to meditate, and continued to comprehend the "Five Seals of Sakyamuni".

Faint Buddha Dharma gradually gathered on his body, flickering slowly. After a while, he noticed something strange and opened his eyes, only to find that the Snake King was not far away from him, looking at him.

Pu Fan's big eyes blinked, seeming very curious.

"Amitabha……"

Su Cheng didn't take it seriously, chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and then recited: "So I heard it. For a while, the Buddha was in the Taoli Heaven, teaching the Dharma for his mother."

"At that time, in the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, it cannot be said that all the Buddhas and great Bodhisattvas came to gather together. Praise Sakyamuni Buddha, who can manifest the power of inconceivable great wisdom and supernatural powers in the evil world of five turbidities..."

He recited the Buddhist scriptures, and the Snake King's eyes suddenly showed a somewhat peaceful look, as if he was enjoying it.

It's like listening to a beautiful piece of music.

"Interesting, it really deserves to be a snake in the Buddha's hometown."

At the end of the reading, Su Cheng said in admiration: "I will read the Buddhist scriptures to you every day from now on, how about it?"

"Hiss!"

The Snake King nodded.

Su Cheng smiled and was about to speak, but at this moment, she frowned slightly.

Someone came to the Sutra Pavilion?

In the past few days, it seems that the Sutra Pavilion is not very peaceful.

Normally, few people come here for a year or two, but these two days are lucky, there are all the ghosts and ghosts.

"Xiao Zi, hide yourself first." Su Cheng said. The Snake King immediately obeyed his orders and hid in the dark of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Su Cheng stood up and looked out the window on the ninth floor. However, he found that a middle-aged monk in cassock was walking slowly in the distance.

"Master Xuan Bei?"

Yes, the person who came was none other than Master Xuan Bei.

Su Cheng also heaved a sigh of relief, this time, it was not some uninvited guest.

But what is Master Xuanbei doing in the Sutra Pavilion at this time? If he came in and bumped into the Snake King, he would be in trouble.

Although Su Cheng is not incapable of explaining, he can make up a lot of explanations if he wants. However, after all, he hates trouble and is not good at lying.

If it is not necessary, I still don't want to waste my words.

After thinking for a while, he walked slowly to the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Fazang, are you in there?"

Following the knock on the door, Master Xuan Bei's voice also came in.

Su Cheng opened the door lightly, and saw that Master Xuan Bei's eyes seemed to be a little tired, and there was still some worry in the eyes.

"Amitabha, Fazang has met Master Xuanbei." Su Cheng folded his hands together and said, "Master Uncle came to the Sutra Pavilion, but what orders do you have? If you need Buddhist scriptures, please tell the little monk to get them."

"No, I don't need Buddhist scriptures. I just want to go in and have a sit. I don't know... is that okay?" Master Xuan Bei paused, then said with a little hesitation.

Su Cheng heard the words, nodded, and said: "Yes. But the Sutra Pavilion is a forbidden area in Shaolin. Even the uncle can only stay for half an hour. Please follow the rules and don't overstep."

Master Xuan Bei nodded and said, "Of course."

There was a bit of relief in his eyes: "Amitabha, Master Huichen did not choose the wrong person..."

For him, Su Cheng can abide by the rules and be firm in front of himself, which makes him more satisfied and likes him.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Master Xuan Bei took a look at the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. It was spotless everywhere, and he was even more impressed: "Fazang, it seems that you, like Uncle Huichen, really clean the Sutra every day. Pavilion, this floor is spotless, it’s really rare.”

Hearing this, Su Cheng couldn't help pursing her lips: "The duty of a scripture-keeper monk is so, of course we can't let the Buddhist scriptures be dusted." But he thought in his heart: Little fox, thank you so much...

If there was no little fox to help him clean up yesterday, today, it may be a little troublesome in a hurry.

Although his Tiangang Zhenqi is very powerful at the moment. But it is impossible to clean the huge Sutra Pavilion again in an instant.

Seeing the Sutra Pavilion full of dust, it would be a bit unconvincing for me to say "There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust"...

"Uncle, please sit down."

Su Cheng brought two futons and handed one to Master Xuan Bei.

"Amitabha...Fazang, you don't need to call me Shishu. Just like what the abbot said that day, you are a disciple of Master Huichen and a Buddhist monk. Although you are of the 'Dharma' generation, you are not ordinary. Disciple, just call me by my Dharma name." Master Xuan Bei said.

Su Cheng nodded and was not polite. After all, this is not the first time he has heard of it.

Many times before I called myself uncle, but I was told not to use it. If you want to be a Buddhist monk, you do have some "privileges". Of course, it's not so much a privilege, it's better to say that it's because I'm strictly a "teacher of wisdom".

However, Master Xuan Bei came here to say these things, shouldn't he?

Su Cheng waited quietly.

Sure enough, after a while, Master Xuan Bei saw that Su Cheng hadn't spoken, so he coughed lightly twice, and then said, "Fazang, I have something to ask you."

"Master Xuan Bei, please ask, the little monk will know everything and say everything." Su Cheng said.

"Hmm..." Master Xuan Bei nodded, paused, and then suddenly asked:

"You, have you heard of 'Master Kongwen'?"