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Fanyin temple. At first, these three words sound ordinary. When they are combined, they become the famous leaders of Buddhism and Taoism. No matter friars or ordinary people, when they heard this name, they would show respect and say "decent" A long time ago, Ning Ning thought the same way. Until she saw Mingkong's human clock and pestle, and the passionate rap of Buddhist scriptures. There seems to be something abnormal in fanyin temple. Today, Ning Ning finally got the chance to experience how abnormal this place is. Not long after the exchange and study between xuanxu sword sect and wanjianzong, fanyin Temple held a three-year Buddhist Conference. This is a great event for Buddhists. In addition to the Buddhist practice in all directions, the major immortal sects will send their disciples to participate in it one after another. Xuanxu sword school is one of them. This time, Ning Ning, Pei Ji, Zheng weiqi, Lin Xun and he Zhizhou came here with Tian Xianzi. "Although the name" Buddha Dharma Assembly "is boring, just try it, and you'll find it's really interesting." Tianxianzi walked in the front and whispered to the younger disciples behind him: "during the Dharma Assembly, every elder of fanyin temple will open a small class with different contents for each of the disciples to study Buddhism and experience the life of practicing Buddhism in fanyin temple." Ning Ning listened and looked up at the scenery of the temple. Before the end of winter, the world is still endless white. The ancient temple relies on the overlapping mountains and peaks. The glazed tiles are resplendent, and the temple body is rich in vermilion. The pines and cypresses are vigorous and deep. All of them are stained with flawless white. All around, the colors were different. However, when she looked around, she could only see the crowd coming and going. The masters of fanyin Temple come from all over the world. Without exception, they all have big heads with flesh color. When they walk together in a staggered way, they are like boiling eggs in an oil pan, or the ups and downs of the waves. The cold winter wind passed by, and Pei Ji beside him coughed softly. After a period of training in the school, he has recovered a little. Although he can walk as usual, he is still weak because of the heavy injury caused by thunder. Rather rather see him one eye, Wen Sheng opened a mouth: "feel cold?" Pei Ji shook his head: "no problem." When he spoke, he looked at her with long eyelashes. After that, he pursed his lips subconsciously and forced down the discomfort in his throat. Pei Ji was dressed in black today, and his whole face was paler, especially his thin lips were bloodless, and he looked too dry. Ning Ning took advantage of the situation to look up, can see with black hair down a jade white hair band. Or the one she gave him in Luan City. After Ning Ning gave it to Pei Ji, he never used it. She thought he liked dark, and thought that the color was too abrupt. Later she came back from the desert and heard he Zhizhou say that Pei Ji had been hiding his hair band in his chest until the last thunder fell, and then she tied his long hair with it. At that time, he Zhizhou half jokingly asked her: "I said Ning Ning. Seeing younger martial brother Pei's extremely cherished appearance, can't you give him the hairband?" Because of that sentence, I'd rather be a red eared man. Strange to say, Pei Ji had never used it in a big way. Since Tianhe came back to xuanxu, he often tied the band to his hair. For the first time, when she found the change and fixed her eyes on it, he even turned red. "I'm still the first to come back to fanyin temple." Ning Ning took back his thoughts and lowered his head with a smile. His fingertips fell gently on his little finger: "maybe I can see Mingkong and Yonggui little master, and I don't know what they are doing." She said as she put her finger up. This force was caught off guard. Although it was only used on the little finger, it attracted Pei Ji's left hand upward. Immediately, the soft and gentle touch gradually extended. Ning Ning's five fingers covered his palm in turn. Pei Ji had never tried to hold hands with her in such a public place - let alone a place of Buddhist purity. The clenched left hand was slightly stiff. "Pei Ji." Ning Ning's voice lingered in his ears, very low, with a smile: "why did you never use this hair band before, these days suddenly put it on?" In the interval of her speech, the warm spiritual power spreads from the palm of her hand, just like the gurgling water, passing through every grain on his hand, through the blood, and spreads to all parts of the cold body, dispelling the uncomfortable cold. Ning Ning's hand is much smaller than his, soft and pressing down, like cotton without bones. She passed on her spiritual power slowly. She was not allowed to adjust her hand holding movements clumsily. Sometimes her finger belly rubbed against the cocoon or scar in his hand. Besides warmth, she also caused itching.Pei Ji Pei Ji's eyes were a little dark. He suddenly opened his five fingers to get rid of the shackles. He held it with his backhand and wrapped Ning Ning's whole right hand in his hand. "That's it," he said, coughing again as he felt the warm current in his palm. "I just want to use it all of a sudden." Ning Ning: "eh --" as she said this, she took a step closer to him, bringing a comforting heat. Without blinking, she looked into Pei Ji's eyes, almost reached his ear and said with a smile: "really?" The breath of the boy in black beside him was obviously confused for a while. He was able to cut off demons and demons in full view of the public, and was used to being embarrassed and covered with scars and bloodstains, but it was such a soft, almost ambiguous move that would make him feel hot and dry. Pei Ji didn't answer immediately. She increased the strength of her hand and tried to touch the back of her hand with her finger pulp like Ning Ning. "There's more." They both walked at the end of the xuanxu sword sect. Few of the others looked back. He touched her astringently, and his throat moved: "now and before It's not the same Once he never held hope, only dare to look at her figure from a distance, that hair band may be the only thing from Ning Ning's hand. What's more, with their previous relationship, if they use it, they always think it's a kind of arrogation. But now it's different. This is A gift from a girl he likes. She also likes him. Pei Ji gave birth to an idea that he had never had before. He wanted to let more people know that Ning Ning gave it to him. It is similar to some kind of declaration of sovereignty, or green and quiet show off. How naive. Ning Ning gently smiles. Xu Shi heard the laughter, Pei Ji pressed her palm with his thumb, and made a silent and weak protest. They followed Tian Xianzi through a sea of people and soon arrived at the Dharma platform in the center of fanyin temple. "The elders of the small class are all on this side of the Dharma platform. You can have a look by yourself. If you are interested, go and have a try." After the introduction, Tian Xianzi laughed in a hurry: "there is a competition between the master and the abbot of fanyin temple. I'll leave first. Don't worry about it." Master is an absolute sword maniac. Whenever he goes to a new place, he has to compete with local experts. In the end, both sides are defeated. Tianxianzi has no money to cure the disease. He can only eat and drink pitifully and stay in each other's family as a rice bug. Although his intention is not so, Ning Ning has reason to suspect that this is a new method of touching porcelain. When she saw this, she waved goodbye to tianxianzi, turned her head and looked at the masters in turn. This little lesson is very similar to the club's new year. Each elder sits on a futon, with many dark gold characters floating on his side. They are all condensed with spiritual power to introduce the content of the lesson in detail. "I attended a Buddhist assembly before." Zheng Weiqi seemed to recall something not so good, and her facial features gradually turned into a rugged bitter gourd: "in a word You must choose carefully. If you meet an unreliable monk, you will be tortured miserably. " Ning Ning said curiously, "elder martial sister, which class did you choose last time?" Zheng Weiqi looked a little awe inspiring: "enjoy music theory together." He Zhizhou was happy: "elder martial sister Zheng, you won't be arranged to ring the bell, will you?" He said light hey a, gave rather rather rather a sound: "this is not that what! There is amoxicillin in Notre Dame in Paris, and there is Zheng Weiqi in fanyin Temple who repairs the bell tower sword Ning Ning was shocked to see him. What amoxicillin? It's called Quasimodo. "That's not true. There's a special person in charge of every morning and evening. I can't reach it." Zheng Weiqi's eyes were empty, and she was lost in memory: "I just went into the hall with dozens of monks, sat in a small house in the middle of winter, and knocked on wooden fish for three days and three nights, chanting sutras at the same time - do you want to hear it? Uncovering truth, uncovering truth, uncovering truth, uncovering truth... " Not at all! And the elder martial sister's eyes are blank, and her tone is more and more like a repeater robot! That Buddhist Scripture was firmly engraved in her DNA, which was terrifying! "Look over there, everyone." Lin Xun, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth. He was still not used to the crowded places. When he spoke, he leaned over to he Zhizhou: "is that young master forever? Why does he sit on the futon like the elders? " Ning Ning looked for his sight and saw a familiar figure. Yonggui obviously saw them, nodded and showed a very kind smile. "The energy of the Buddhist elders is limited, and some of the disciples with successful accomplishments can also get the opportunity to teach small classes." Zheng Weiqi patiently explained, then frowned: "but this It doesn't look very reliable. " Ning Ning has the same feeling: "elder martial sister, be more confident and get rid of" looks. "Although the Buddhist rap is a wonderful work, the music is only an external way of cultivation. In terms of his habits, he is not so strange. As a result, the small hidden gold characters that appeared around the little monk wrote: Wuchan. "Life is like flowing clouds and flowing water. Only when the five connotations are empty can we have no regrets. Greed, anger, and infatuation will break through at the moment and become Buddhists in Zen Yonggui said in a slow voice: "to transcend the five elements and look at things with one's own heart is Zen in Buddhism. If you have any problems in your life, you can talk to me. Maybe I can find out one or two. " "Seriously?" Zheng Weiqi was a little interested: "little master, I want to earn money, practice sword skills, and go down the mountain to subdue demons. However, now there is too little time to take care of everything. What should I do?" Yonggui said with a smile, "what's the difficulty?" After a while, he took out a few pebbles and a wooden cup. Not surprisingly, the little monk put the stone into the wooden cup and looked up at Zheng Weiqi: "benefactor, is the cup full?" This routine is old-fashioned. Judging from his proficiency in taking out the storage bag, this so-called "Zen machine" should be a philosophy story of mass production. As long as he meets almost appropriate problems, he can put it in. Zheng Weiqi looks like a little mentally retarded. In order to take care of the little master's face, she still cooperates: "it's full." "Not really." After all, Yonggui is young. She is so happy to see that she is obediently in her own suit that she presses down the corner of her lips and takes out a handful of fine sand from the storage bag to fill the gap between the stones: "you see, this is full." His voice and action are all at once. Zheng Weiqi pretends to suddenly clap. Unexpectedly, she suddenly hears a serious voice beside her: "no, no, it's not full!" It's he Zhizhou. "The basic composition of sand and stone is silica, and it can dissolve silica!" As for the stone in the cup, it belongs to limestone, and its main component is calcium carbonate. As long as an appropriate amount of dilute hydrochloric acid is added, the dissolution reaction can also occur. In this way, there will be a lot of space in the cup - as long as the chemical reaction is still there, the cup will never be full. It's amazing Yonggui couldn't understand the pig's words. He looked at him with the eyes of a mental patient. Yonggui tried to use a euphemistic tone: "this benefactor Is it an ancient mantra? " Young master Yonggui was praised by Zheng weiqi, and he was almost happy. Although she is not reliable occasionally, she is always a good young man who respects the old and loves the young. Seeing that he is so simple, she is so righteous that she makes a name for herself in the hands of the young monk. Ning Ning is not interested in small classes. She is more inclined to visit fanyin Temple freely than to close it in the main hall for a few days and nights. it happens that Pei Ji is too lazy to attend, and they just hit it off and wander around on the platform. He Zhizhou and Lin xuneai took part in the fun and watched all the lessons. Later, when Ning Ning Ning asked which one he decided, he Zhizhou laughed and raised his hand to an old monk not far away. Rather rather lift Mou, shake an eye to see to that person body side of dark gold small character, just need to glance in a hurry, can't help but get a fright. Good guy, there are four big words in the letter: [make. Dress. Lure. Perplex.]. *although fanyin temple is called "Temple", it actually covers a large area, far more than the size of a temple. All the mountains in all directions belong to them. It's impossible to travel them all in one day. Taking Pei Ji's injury into consideration, Ning Ning didn't go to the colder mountain, but just turned around the temple. When we got back to the temple, it was dusk. Unexpectedly, they just walked up the temple gate and saw he Zhizhou and Lin Xun in a small courtyard not far away. Ning Ning is very interested in their small class. She pulls Pei Ji forward curiously. When she sees the scene in the courtyard, she can't help but be slightly stunned. As the saying goes, there are only two people who want to take part in this course. It was cold in the yard, but everyone took off their coats and held a scripture in their hands. The Buddhists are all concentrating and frowning. Some people's upper bodies are not even small. They gather Qi in the elixir field, and utter the sound of chanting sutras from their throats, which is enlightening to the deaf. Compared with them, he Zhizhou and Lin Xun are like two thin chicks. They curled up side by side in the cold corner, the corner of their eyes and eyebrows were at a loss, because the cold kept shivering. At the same time of shaking, he pitifully opened the Sutra in his hand and read out the familiar words: "Jiedi Jiedi, BOLUO Jiedi, BOLUO monk Jiedi..." In the middle of the courtyard, there was an old monk with a smile on his face, and the same happy sky. There was a steaming stove in front of the two monks."Master, it's a stove with spiritual fire. It's so comfortable and reassuring." Mingkong raised his hand and put a snack in his mouth. He showed a very compassionate smile from the corner of his mouth: "the entrance of the snack is melting, and the fire warms people's heart. It's good in winter." The old monk also laughed, looked up to the corner gently and said, "does anyone want to have a bite? It's sweet and waxy. If you come, you can feel the temperature of the fire. How nice. " Ning Ning was stunned. What is killing people. The so-called "uniform" is not a noun, but a thorough verb! Look again at he Zhizhou and Lin Xun. Both of them have cracked eyes, and they are so angry that they can't do anything about it. They look like two hollowed out mummies. When they look up at her, their eyes are full of tears. Poor, poor. In particular, little white dragon knows nothing about everything, and he Zhizhou brings him this lesson. Rather rather sad to see, and Pei quiet quietly out of the courtyard. Now it's evening, and many small classes have finished the whole day's teaching. She intends to look for Zheng Weiqi in the crowd. After some twists and turns, she finally meets her elder martial sister at the main entrance of the main hall. Zheng Weiqi's Wuchan is over. I don't know why. When elder martial sister Zheng walks on the road without expression, she is not like Jianxiu, but like a homeless ghost. Ning Ning felt not good, tentatively called a sentence: "elder martial sister Zheng?" Seeing that the other party turned his head, he added, "how are you learning?" Zheng Weiqi looked at her, dark pupil like a pair of dark bottomless hole, see rather cool back. The scene was quiet for a moment. In a moment, the elder martial sister seemed to smile, and her mouth twitched to draw a trace of radian. Ning Ning saw her reach out to the storage bag, take out a handful of fine sand and hit it against the wind. She was covered with sand and grinned at the wind. Immediately, Zheng Weiqi carried a banner, held a pot in her left hand and a cup in her right hand, poured tea on her hand, and finally took out a scorpion and stung her arm. Zheng Weiqi is laughing wildly: "is the flag moving or is it full to learn to let go? If you want to pollute the pure things or frame up the innocent people, evil will hurt yourself. Stinging is its nature, compassion is my nature, my nature will not change because of its nature - ha ha ha ha Ning Ning Ning Ning's eyes are more and more sharp. Help! Elder martial sister Zheng, she is crazy! *this fanyin temple can't stay. On the second day, he Zhizhou, Lin Xun and Zheng Weiqi suffered a lot. When they came back, they were as sad as a funeral. After some discussion, they decided to go to the Dharma platform immediately and cancel their names on the application form. "He asked me to recite the whole 100 stories of Buddhist philosophy in a single column of incense." Zheng Weiqi was on her way to the Dharma platform. She looked sad and complained: "is this something that people can do? no The most amazing thing is that several Buddhists actually recited them! " "How could that be?" He Zhizhou's eyes were blank: "I thought this little class was about a dozen monks dancing around me in cassocks, and I would be able to resist the temptation Why Lin Xun was shivered by the cold wind: "Wuwuwuwu..." "You're going to sneak up to the station," he asked Zheng Weiqi vowed: "there are so many people in a small class. Even if one or two of them disappear, they won't attract people's attention - the only thing we should be careful about is that our actions tonight can't be noticed." Therefore, in order to ensure safety, Ning Ning and Pei Ji were arranged at the two entrances of the Dharma platform, standing still to watch the wind. In the cold winter night, everything seems very lonely and desolate. A round of moon is shining white, like water flowing on the snow. Ning Ning is full of attention to look around, no sign, feel a sudden spiritual power. This spiritual power is soft and deep, just like a magnificent green hill standing quietly. She felt wrong, and quickly woke up the people inside with a voice. Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, a rushing wind passed by her ear. "What are you doing here so late? Looking around, are you looking for someone? " The gentle young man's voice is as clear as snow. Ning Ning looks up and sees a monk with sword eyebrows. He turned his eyes a little, crossed Ningning, and looked straight at the three shadows standing in the platform: "or, he was doing something else A bad thing? " This person came silent, almost instantly appeared beside her, thinking deeply. Sure enough, in the next instant, Ning Ning heard his polite voice: "poor monk, I am as quiet as I am." It turned out to be elder Jiru of fanyin temple.The host was caught doing something wrong on the spot, and the scene was very embarrassing for a moment. "I, I am -" if we say walking, they are separated, and Zheng weiqi and others are still standing in front of the list stealthily. If we explain it like this, we will only increase our doubts. Ning Ning really can't think of a reason, can only hesitate to delay time, racking their brains to make up an excuse, at this moment, ears suddenly sounded Pei Ji voice. He whispered, "I found them." What? Who did you find? Who's going to be found? Ning Ning couldn't figure out the logic contained in this sentence. He could only follow his meaning and nodded blankly. Then he listened to Pei Ji continue: "you have to be psychologically prepared. They are not the same as usual." He pauses and accentuates: "after all I'm sleepwalking. " I'm rather dead. Pei Ji said something very serious! This sentence can fall down, not only silent as the elder, but also the other three people on the platform of the Dharma exchange their eyes. He Zhizhou: "sleepwalking?" Lin Xun: "is it feasible?" Zheng Weiqi: "he said that, we can only do it - wait, who knows what kind of virtue sleepwalking is?" He Zhizhou: "look at me!" The new snow reflected the moonlight, and there was a very short silence. In the boundless night, I can see clearly that a figure on the platform moves slowly. Standing and wriggling. When the moon wet the man's face, he saw the young Jian Xiu. His face was bloodless, and his expression was erratic. His eyes were half open and half closed, and only a small slit was exposed. Through the slit, he could see the rolling white eyes and the crazy eyes. Then the moon darkened, and three bodies sprang up. All of them hung their necks and arms and began to move slowly. It was very strange to see the Miao brothers. Especially the young man who rolled his eyes became more and more deep, and he began to grind his teeth while his mouth and eyes were askew. Just like he Zhizhou, Ning Ning thought of Yuanmou in the history textbook. "This..." Silent as dumb for a moment: "this is sleepwalking?" With his last word still in his throat, he saw he Zhizhou getting closer and closer. As he walked along the zombie steps, he murmured a demon like whisper: "hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon, sodium magnesium aluminum silicon phosphorus..." This is the most normal periodic table of elements, but I don't know anything about it. He just thought it was so weird and terrible. What this man said in his sleep was like a curse left over from ancient times, which people couldn't understand at all! "Silent as an elder." Pei Ji's tone was very light: "my disciples often sleepwalk together. Do you want me to wake them up?" Silence is complex. Jiru: "you don't have to? I heard sleepwalking doesn't wake up Or shall we go quietly? " After a pause, he hesitated and said, "I didn't expect that the pressure of the xuanxu sword sect disciples would be so great. How could they bring up the good children with this kind of disease?" Pei Ji was silent. After a long time, he pointed to the plum blossom beside him. Silent as suddenly realized: "Oh! Do you want to say that the fragrance of plum blossom comes from the bitter cold, and you have been practicing sword for many years, so you have to bear these hardships? " Pei Ji shook his head and pointed to he Zhizhou and Lin Xun not far away: "Jian Xiu." Then he looked at the plum branches that were falling in front of him: "no money (in front of plum)" Ning Ning said "wow" in her heart. Pei Ji, super can draw inferences from one instance!