I want to practice Buddhism

When Jiang Chengfeng arrived home, Zhao Zhaoran was sitting at the door playing with Baihu. "What are you doing?" Jiang Chengfeng hugged him from behind, rubbing the tip of his nose against the young master's soft hair, feeling at ease for a moment.

"Brother, brother, does the white tiger have a name?" The little boy covered the back of the big monk's hand with one hand, and scraped the tip of the white tiger's nose with the other, laughing out loud.

Jiang Chengfeng kissed the back of his neck lightly, and said sullenly, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Zhao Zhaoran felt itchy, struggled twice and was firmly held in his arms. "Ayao and I picked up a black cat with green eyes in the back mountain today. It's very cute. We thought about it all afternoon and didn't decide what to call it, so we came back and asked brother what you got for Baihu. name?"

Jiang Chengfeng laughed. In this troubled world, how could there be such an innocent and lovely child who spends an afternoon wondering what to name a black cat. "It's called Yunxi. It comes from the clouds and returns by stepping on the stream. The clouds disturb the stream, and its power shakes the world."

"It's so powerful..." Zhao Zhaoran unconsciously stroked the white tiger's hair a few more times, Yunxi raised his eyelids, and helplessly lowered them down to doze off again.Monk, can you quickly pull this hole out of your house?I am a white tiger, not a cat!

The great monk tactfully carried the young master back to the house, leaving Yunxi a quiet and peaceful night. "Let's think about naming things tomorrow, and let me see how you've achieved these days." Jiang Chengfeng put him down, and sat down at the table to drink tea.

Zhao Zhaoran took out the Xiao from his bosom, took several deep breaths, and began to blow.The voice is soothing and melodious, with the joy of a teenager.The monk looked at his seriousness and laughed again.The interior has indeed improved, but not enough to overwhelm the enemy.He felt a little uneasy in his heart, afraid that he would not be able to protect the child well.

He once peeped at the child's destiny. When he was 20 years old, there was a catastrophe in his life. After this catastrophe, his life went smoothly and everything was safe.He didn't believe in the promises made to him by the old Buddha. After all, the fate of these people was not all in his mind.No one can guarantee that this old man will kill Zhao Zhaoran when he is unhappy one day, so he must ensure that Zhao Zhaoran can live past 20 years old.

Therefore, he has to be more ruthless and stronger.

"Not bad, it's just that the qi is still uneven, and there are some problems with your training method."

"Then how should you practice, brother?" Zhao Zhaoran looked at him innocently.

"...I'll teach you in bed."

This monk is really a hooligan.

It was getting closer and closer to the selection of disciples, so Zhao Zhaoran stopped making trouble, and just nestled in his room to study with peace of mind.Occasionally went around to the elders to steal some art, and to his surprise, he no longer heard gossip.

The two teenagers took time to look at the black cat, and finally decided to call it Shen Lu.It is a very suitable and pleasant name, and Zhao Zhaoran was happy for it all day long.

The days passed by, and some vicious creatures began to sprout gradually.

Zhao Zhaoran will never forget that day, the sky was dark and the sky was dark.Yunxi stood up abruptly, and let out a mournful neighing towards the sky.His white jade-colored hair stands erect in the wind, and his golden pupils are full of murderous intent.

"What's wrong with Yunxi?" Zhao Zhaoran ran out of the house in a hurry, and hugged the big white tiger, "Brother is not at home, so don't cause trouble." He stroked the white tiger's hair soothingly and looked up. He glanced up at the cloudy sky.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain, Yunxi, are you afraid? If you are afraid, go into the house, I..." Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown out by the white tiger and hit the door frame, his back There was a sharp pain.

Yunxi roared and roared, a ball of erratic white air came out of his body, gradually surrounding the white tiger, as if he was in an illusion.Blue and purple lights lit up on the sky, flickering on and off, like a call.

Yunxi ran towards the darkness without looking back, resolute and resolute.

"Yunxi—" Zhao Zhaoran called him loudly, over and over again, but there was not a majestic white tiger standing helplessly in front of him.