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Mingjue felt that he had returned to the bamboo forest where he lived with the old monk when he was a child. Mingjue was very nervous and nervous. Mingjue walked in a familiar direction, and then walked faster and faster, and finally Mingjue Jue ran straight up, "Old monk—old monk—old monk, I'm back—"

Mingjue ran to the wooden house out of breath, raised his hand to push open the door, but Mingjue's hand shrank unconsciously when it was about to touch the door, finally Mingjue took a deep breath and pushed the wooden door open , "Master, I'm back..."

"Boom-"

As soon as Mingjue pushed open the door, he was hit on the forehead by a flying wooden chopstick, "Ah—old monk, you threw me again!" Mingjue's uneasiness dissipated immediately.

Mingjue stared aggressively at the old monk sitting in the middle of the wooden house drinking tea. The old monk had two big earlobes and a big belly. If a child saw him, he would definitely think he was Maitreya Buddha.But Mingjue knew that it was all a superficial phenomenon, the old monk was not at all like a serious monk in private, he was too casual.

Feeling uneasy, he picked up the chopsticks on the ground and slapped them vigorously on the table, "The only pair of wooden chopsticks left at home, what if you throw them away?"

The old monk sat cross-legged on a chair, holding a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, looking very leisurely.The old monk didn't even look at Mingjue who was frying hair, "Isn't there still a large piece of bamboo outside? What are you afraid of? If you don't see it, you can go outside and pick up a few bamboo branches and come back, can you still eat vegetables?"

"Why do you want me to pick it up when you can't see it? Pick up your own chopsticks!" Mingjue sat angrily on the chair next to him and ignored the old monk.

The old monk patted his butt after drinking tea and went back to the house, "Hey, getting old is useless, and my disciples are no longer obedient. I'd better go back and sleep to save you from being upset seeing me as an old man."

Mingjue quickly grabbed the old monk's sleeve, "Why sleep? It's not dark yet!" What if you can't wake up again?When Mingjue thought that the old monk was dead and that this was just his dream, tears welled up in his eyes.

The old monk seemed to have noticed Mingjue's depressed mood, and patted Mingjue's head, "Then the old monk will talk to you again."

In reality, Mingjue was sitting and sleeping against the courtyard wall, tears streaming down his face slowly.

The mountain spirit squatting on the courtyard wall was breathing heavily into Mingjue's head, "Suck..." Slowly a transparent shadow emerged from Mingjue's body, and then slowly followed the mountain spirit's suction force towards the mountain spirit. Floating in the mouth.

Just when the mountain spirit was about to succeed, the flute in Mingjue's arms suddenly shone brightly and made a faint flute sound, causing the soul that had already flown out to return to Mingjue's body.

Shan Jing didn't expect to have such a hand, and immediately roared angrily, jumped down and attacked Mingjue who was still asleep.

In the dream, he was talking to the old monk about how many fish he picked up today and how much bread he exchanged for how many breads, but was interrupted by a tall and handsome young man who looked like a bamboo and came in suddenly.

"Mingjue wake up, your master is dead, how long will you be indulging in this false dream?"

Mingjue glanced at Uncle Yuzhu who suddenly walked in, "Uncle Yuzhu...I...I know."

Mingjue reluctantly glanced at his kind and lovely master, then closed his eyes cruelly and recited the Buddhist scriptures, "Why? What. My appearance is right and wrong. The appearance of people, all living beings, and longevity is right and wrong. Why..."

Together with the Buddhist scriptures, the bamboo forest, the wooden house, and the old monk all disappeared...

Mingjue suddenly woke up from the dream, just in time to see the mountain spirit attacking him, immediately picked up the hole flute in his arms, and then rolled aside neatly.

Mingjue glared at the mountain spirit viciously, "You dare to use my master to confuse me, you are too much!" Mingjue looked at the mountain spirit who was two sizes bigger than himself, and knew that he was the one Those who can't beat the mountain spirit will take the hole flute and put it to their mouths...

The old monk Xiao Mingjue taught him the Buddhist scriptures when he was just able to read, but when he grew up, Mingjue refused to learn the scriptures from the old monk, and only wanted to learn how to play the flute from Uncle Yuzhu.However, due to the daily tasks arranged by the old monk, Mingjue came up with the idea of ​​expressing Buddhist scriptures through music.

The scriptures are the Buddhist scriptures passed down from the previous year, and the flute is the body that Uncle Yuzhu has practiced for thousands of years, and a tune full of Buddha's meaning is blown out like this.

At first, the mountain spirit thought that this hateful human being was just playing tricks, but the more he heard it, the more he heard something wrong, "What did you do to me, cunning human being? Why did I...I..."

The mountain spirit felt that his soul disappeared from his body little by little, as if being taken to heaven by Buddhist scriptures little by little.

With a "bang--" the mountain spirit's body collapsed, and Mingjue was also sweating.

Mingjue silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, this was the first time he used this song to fight against the enemy, he didn't expect to consume so much spiritual power, at this moment Mingjue felt that his body was hollowed out.

Mingjue slumped on the ground to take a rest. Mingjue looked at the body of the mountain spirit lying on the ground, "It would be bad if ordinary people saw it. Hey, it's really troublesome to collect his body for him."

Mingjue looked around and found a well not far away, Mingjue immediately went over to have a look, "It's pitch black inside."

Mingjue randomly picked up a stone from the ground and threw it down, but found that there was no sound of water, "It looks like a dry well." He wanted to throw the mountain spirit's body down, but when Mingjue turned around, he found the body of the mountain spirit It was gone, leaving only a pile of small black ash in place.

Mingjue looked at the pile of gray-black dust in disbelief, "How could this be? Could it be that mountain spirits are all made of mud?"

Mingjue has a red rune on the surface of the flute hanging on his waist.

Mingjue couldn't think of a reason, so he stopped thinking about it.

"The mountain spirit is finally dead, now I can really sleep well~"

In a cave deep in the forest not far away, several mountain spirits that were bigger than the one that Mingjue had killed before suddenly looked towards Mingjue's direction, and one of them, a female with white hair, The mountain spirit thumped the ground angrily, "Who is it? Who killed my precious grandson! If I find out, I will tear it to pieces!"

The other two strong elves also echoed angrily, "Tear it to pieces—"

Shaking the mountain for a while.

Mingjue slept until the sun basked in the sun, because the mountain spirit was wiped out, Mingjue maintained a good mood all day long, and the songs he played during performing arts were also quite cheerful, and many children gathered around Mingjue Beside him, Mingjue received more copper coins.

The deserted house, as the site of Mingjue's first victory in battle, made Mingjue very affectionate. Even if the owner of the restaurant once again showed kindness and asked Mingjue to sleep in their firewood house, Mingjue did not agree.

After eating a large bowl of noodles happily, Mingjue rubbed his stomach and went back to the deserted house. Before the sun went down, he took out the scriptures left by the old monk to read.The battle last night made Mingjue realize that what the old monk taught is still useful.

"The Buddha said... The Buddha said..." Mingjue felt that his eyelids were too heavy to lift after reading a page, and then... fell to the ground and fell asleep.

As soon as the sun went down, three tall and mighty goblins immediately went down the mountain to look for the murderer who killed their grandson and child.Shan Jing's grandma moved her nose, sniffing the smell in the air, "It's over here, I smell my good grandson, let's go."

"Dong dong dong... dong dong dong..." There was a sound of hopping on one foot, and the ground trembled slightly.

Ming Jue, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice the sound of footsteps getting closer.Mingjue turned over, and suddenly the money bag in his arms fell out, "Clatter..." The copper coins in it collided with each other and made a sound.Because the ground shook more and more violently, and the copper coins were knocked louder and louder.

Mingjue woke up in a daze, "Who wants to steal my money?" Mingjue opened his eyes and saw three pairs of green eyes not far away.

Mingjue woke up immediately, "I'll go, I just killed a small one, and immediately three big ones came. 3 is the best plan, I'll go." The little mountain spirit emptied his spiritual power last night Mingjue couldn't beat these mountain spirits at all, Mingjue didn't even want to run away immediately.

The Shanjing grandma and the others also discovered Mingjue's intentions, and immediately kicked hard into the deserted house, "Damn human, you still dare to run away after killing my grandson, see if I don't tear you to pieces!"

Mingjue ran forward without looking back, you are going to tear me into pieces and I still don’t run, am I stupid?

In a panic, Mingjue ran into the deserted house, but staggered and was tripped by an inconspicuous stone on the ground. Mingjue fell forward violently. He rolled his eyes, "I'll go, why is there a well here!"

"Dong dong dong..." Mingjue fell into the well unexpectedly.