[Shen Wang] Banana deer

Master Kuliu said in shock: "You are Shen Lang!"

Shen Lang nodded slightly.

Master Kuliu waved his hands to the monks and said: "There is nothing here, you go down first."

All the monks scattered like birds and beasts, and only the old monk and Shen Lang were left in the arena.

The old monk laughed loudly and said: "You are really Shen Lang, besides the famous hero Shen Lang, who else can catch my palm."

Shen Lang said with a smile: "Shaolin's Vajra Palm, there are not many in the world who can take it hard. I am overestimated, just because things are urgent."

Master Kuliu nodded and said, "You are finally here."

Shen Lang said: "Has Master been waiting for me?"

Master Kuliu let out a long sigh, and said, "You will come here sooner or later, just because I believe that Bai Feifei will never misjudge anyone."

Although Shen Lang's expression was still calm, there was already a hint of worry between his brows, "Master must have a lot to say to me."

Master Kuliu said: "I do have a lot to say to you, but I also have a lot to say to Young Master Wang Lian, but why didn't he come with you?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "He's already here."

Master Kuliu wondered: "Oh, what about others?"

Shen Lang looked into the dark palace, and said leisurely: "Master, please go back to the meditation room and wait for a while, I will go and bring him here."

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All the monks walked back to the meditation room, and four or five young novice monks gathered together as they walked, talking loudly about the thrilling fight just now.

A little novice with eyes as round as beans praised: "Master Kuliu came from Shaolin and his martial arts are superb. I'm afraid there is no one in the world who can match him."

Another little novice whose face was as square as a pancake said, "However, that young man is also very good."

The round-eyed little novice said: "His martial arts are indeed good, but he was still defeated by Master Kuliu."

The little novice with a square face said, "I heard Master calling him Shen Lang just now?"

The round-eyed little novice asked suspiciously: "Who is Shen Lang? I've never heard of it."

The little novice with a square face said: "I heard that he is the No. 1 martial artist in the Central Plains."

The round-eyed little novice's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed, "That's how No. 1 hero is? Isn't he just a sham?"

Another young novice with star-like eyes suddenly interjected: "If Shen Lang is a sham, I'm afraid there will be no more masters in martial arts in the world."

The round-eyed little monk looked sideways at him, frowned and said, "Do you know Shen Lang?"

The bright-eyed little novice monk just turned his black eyes flexibly, and said with a smile: "It's not considered to be acquaintance, but the heroic deeds of Shen Lang's wise fighting against the Happy King in the past have long been known to the world."

The little novice with round eyes sighed: "Our Kuyue Continent is isolated from the world, and the news is blocked. If you know, why don't you tell me?"

The bright-eyed little novice smiled and said: "Why not? This matter has to start from the Hengshan battle."

All the novice monks sat down on a piece of grass and listened to him narrate everything that happened in the Central Plains Wulin in the past. Delang is brilliant, unique in the world.The novice monks were dumbfounded when they heard this, and their blood boiled in their chests. They only wished that they could be born in the turbulent and treacherous Central Plains martial arts, and fight side by side with Shen Lang to defeat the enemy, leaving behind a legend.

After he finished speaking, all the monks couldn't help praising: "This Shen Lang is really a character!"

The bright-eyed little novice looked up at the moon, seemingly evoking endless emotions, and sighed deeply: "Famous heroes are not born, nor can they be achieved overnight. They must go through hardships and obstacles, and taste the warmth and coldness of human relationships. He was born in the family of Zanying Fortunately, he is free and easy by nature, has a transparent temperament, and can see through all kinds of situations in the world. He is only ten years old, and he already has a mind that embraces all rivers and mountains. He has donated tens of millions of family wealth , stepping into the rivers and lakes, earning a living with rewards for catching murderers. His generosity is unsurpassed in ancient and modern times. He is upright but not pedantic, passionate but always sober, like green mountains and seas, unfathomable and unattainable."

All the novice monks were full of praise, and after some sighs, they got up and went back to the meditation room.

The bright-eyed little novice was the last one, walked to the meditation room, but did not enter the door for a long time, looked around, and when his companions had all entered the door, a sharp light suddenly flashed in those star-like eyes, and then, The red monk's robe fluttered, and the man had already jumped onto the roof of the meditation room. His posture was graceful, and he disappeared in the darkness in an instant.

The stars and the moon shine together, reflecting this magical oasis in the sand.

The little novice was running aimlessly and fast in the dark Yugu Temple, as if he was looking for something.

After rushing for a cup of tea, I saw nothing but the lonely temple submerged in the darkness. Feeling tired, I gradually stopped, leaning against the wall of a side hall and breathing calmly.

The silver-white moonlight sprinkled on his face, making those eyes that were already bright like stars more like flashing lights, but the long eyelashes like crow's feathers drooped on the eyelids, slightly blowing in the night wind. Trembling, seems to tell the sourness and loss.

He leaned against the wall to rest for a moment, took a deep breath, and was about to leave, but a large shadow had cast on his body at some point.

He raised his eyes and saw that the handsome boy Shen Lang who had just fought against Master Kuliu was standing in front of him.

Shen Lang looked down at him with a gentle smile on his face, and his expression was somewhat lazy and unruly.His eyes are clear, as if he has seen through you, and he respects you completely, giving people the comfort and warmth of a spring breeze.

The little novice blinked and put his palms together, "Amitabha, I don't know what the donor can do."

Shen Lang also returned the gift with a smile, and said: "I have doubts in my heart, I can't explain it myself, I would like to ask my little master to raise a point or two."

The little novice frowned and said: "But the Buddhist principles are not yet profound, I'm afraid I can't enlighten the benefactor."

Shen Lang said with a smile: "Buddhism pays attention to a predestined word, whether it can enlighten me for me, but it does not depend on whether the little master's Buddhist principles are profound or not."

The little novice nodded and said, "The benefactor is right, just tell me and listen."

Seeing that he agreed, Shen Lang told the story.

"In a Buddhist monastery, there was an old Zen master named Zen master Xianya. There was a student monk who had been studying Buddhism with Zen master Xianya. The student monk loved to play. I couldn't help being curious, so I sneaked under the high wall of the backyard in the evening, set up a high stool, and turned over the wall to play.

Although Zen Master Xianya found out, he didn't alarm anyone, and he didn't reprimand the student monk.

But the student monk didn't know how to restrain himself. After a few days, he climbed over the wall and went out to play again. Of course Zen Master Xianya found out again. "

Before the story was finished, Shen Lang closed his mouth and looked at the little novice with flickering eyes, as if waiting for him to answer.

The little novice wondered: "The benefactor hasn't talked about Zen Master Xianya for the second time, what should I do?"

Shen Lang smiled and said: "This story is about understanding, what I want to ask next is, if the little master is Zen Master Xianya, what would he do?"

The little novice sternly said: "That student monk has made mistakes many times, if I were there, I would be expelled from the sect."

Shen Lang frowned and said, "But that student monk is not bad at heart."

The little novice seemed to disagree, snorted coldly, and said: "If mistakes can be forgiven again and again, who will take the majesty of the Zen master to heart in the future."

Shen Lang continued to tell the story, "After the student monk went out, Zen Master Xianya then moved the stool aside and sat under the wall by himself, waiting for the student monk to return. In the dead of night, the student monk carried a bunch of unknown things and came back Monastery. He didn’t know that the stool under the wall had been removed. When he turned down from the wall, he felt that the stool under his feet became soft. He didn't dare to speak on the ground. Although Zen Master Xianya didn't let the apprentice fall and hurt him, he was actually angry and bitter in his heart. He just felt that he had accepted a worthless apprentice and was about to expel him from the master after giving him a lesson. The student monk suddenly handed over what he was holding tightly in his arms, which turned out to be a large bouquet of fragrant flowers. Zen Master Xianya was stunned, and the student monk said tremblingly, "Master, you have worked hard every day to urge me to learn Buddhism. Over the years, even the temple gate has no time to take a step. The gratitude in my heart cannot be expressed in words, so I secretly went down the mountain to pick this bouquet of flowers for Master, and let this beautiful color and fresh fragrance bring Master a piece of spring .'"

Having said this, Shen Lang stopped talking again, and looked at the little novice monk expectantly.

The little monk looked back at Shen Lang, but his mouth was tightly pursed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The two stared at each other silently for a moment, Shen Lang lowered his eyes, with a sad expression on his face, turned around as if to leave, but his footsteps were dragged extremely slowly by the shadow of Qinghan under the moon.

After walking a few steps, the person was still in sight, only to hear the little novice behind him shout loudly: "The benefactor."

Shen Lang stopped, turned around to look, his eyes flickered, as if a little spark was jumping.

The little novice said loudly: "Chan Master Xianya is willing to support the student monk with his shoulders, which shows that he cares about the student monk in his heart. Although he is angry, as long as the student monk is willing to say a few more good words, he will eventually forgive him."

Shen Lang was moved in his heart, and walked back, the little novice also rushed towards him at the same time, bumping headlong into Shen Lang's arms.

Shen Lang hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "As long as Mr. Wang Lian is willing to forgive me, even if you say good things for the rest of your life, I'm also happy."

"Knowing that you deliberately turned around to deceive me, but you still want to fall into your trap." The man in his arms buried his head in his chest, his voice was a little low, as if he was choking.

Shen Lang didn't know what kind of mood he was in. It was like finding a lost treasure, joyful and sweet, and sighed: "From now on, not only will I never lie to you, but I will never let you leave me again."

Wang Lianhua raised her head and stared at Shen Lang, her eyes were sparkling, as if a bright galaxy was flowing, she looked at it for a long time before asking: "Could it be that you have been following me for a long time?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "It wasn't long." He coughed lightly again, imitating Wang Lianhua's tone just now, and said: "He donated tens of millions of wealth, stepped into the rivers and lakes, and made a living with rewards for catching murderers. Generosity, He is the most ancient and modern. He is upright but not pedantic, passionate but always sober, just like the green mountains and the sea, unfathomable and unattainable."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "Does Daxia Shen still take these polite words of boasting and flattery to heart?"

Shen Lang said with a smile: "What Brother Lianhua said, I naturally have to take it to heart."

Wang Lianhua said: "You have been following me for so long, but I didn't notice it. Presumably, you were deliberately injured by Master Kuliu in order to trick me out."

Shen Lang stretched out his hand and raised his chin to look carefully for a while, then smiled and said: "Young Master Wang's disguise is flawless this time, if I don't take Master Kuliu's palm, how can I find you out of more than 20 young monks. Although your expression and appearance can be disguised, the worry and concern in your eyes at that moment cannot be concealed no matter what."

Wang Lianhua said angrily: "People say that Wang Lianhua is full of wit and tricks, but compared to Shen Lang, that is really far behind. I am only cruel to others, but you are cruel to yourself."

Shen Lang held his face in his hands, lightly touched the tip of his nose, and said with a smile: "I can't be cruel to the prince."

Wang Lianhua pushed him, and suddenly asked seriously: "Have you taken the medicine I gave you?"

Shen Lang nodded vigorously.

After Wang Lianhua was taken aback, she burst into laughter, until she burst into tears, before asking: "Master Shen, how do you feel after taking that medicine?" with a smug and sly look.

Shen Lang said helplessly: "Young Master Wang's antidote, although the detoxification effect is good, it has some side effects."

Wang Lianhua couldn't hold back and started laughing again.

Shen Lang said bitterly: "You really can do it."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "I'm just thinking about Shen Daxia's innocence."

Shen Lang said: "I think the effect of this medicine will not last for three to five days."

Wang Lianhua raised her eyebrows, pretending not to know: "Oh? Is that so? If Shen Daxia's medicine hasn't completely faded, my little brother is willing to sell some strength."

Shen Lang wrapped his arms around his neck, leaned close to his ear, and said with a smile: "Why don't you confirm it yourself, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Lianhua shivered, pushed him away and said, "It's nothing, I don't know about my own medicine?"

Shen Lang let him go and said with a smile: "Confirmation still needs to be confirmed, but we still have business to do right now."

Wang Lianhua said seriously: "Master Kuliu must have a lot to say to you."

Shen Lang said: "He also has something to say to you, so you remove the disguise first, and let's go to his meditation room together."

Wang Lianhua nodded and sighed: "Those grievances and bitterness that have been dusty for many years must be revealed soon."