"..."

Jianxing Peak, mountainside.

Monk Bujie had already put Yue Yuan down and stood aside with an embarrassed smile. Facing Yue Yuan's murderous look, Monk Bujie didn't say anything. He knew the reason why Master Dingyi was really angry.

, but didn’t say it out loud.

But this was no longer the case in Yue Yuan's eyes. The inexplicable development of the inexplicable things left him speechless.

"Master!"

Yue Yuan casually squatted on a stone, his eyes fell on Master Bujie, and said in a gentle tone: "Master Dingyi's tone just now, I think about it and feel that there seems to be something wrong with it.

!”

"Am I being implicated?"

Yue Yuan raised his head, his eyes lingered on the ring scar on Master Bujie's head for a long time, and then he said this. He was dragged down the mountain by Master Bujie just now, and the other person's actions of running away really made Yue Yuan very suspicious.

.

Yue Yuan felt that the reason why this Hengshan sect nun had a bad impression of bald heads was probably caused by this unruly monk.

Think about it, a nun from Hengshan was married by a monk. What a blow!

Combined with his current bald image, Yue Yuan felt that he had understood why Master Dingyi looked at him like that.

"...How is that possible?"

Naturally, Master Bujie would not admit it. He waved his cassock casually and denied, "You must have provoked other nuns on the mountain, and Dingyi saw it..."

What is a rake?

This is called taking a bite back.

Yue Yuan's eyes widened. Although he already knew something about the famous crazy monk on Mount Heng, he never expected Master Bujie to say this! You know, Yue Yuan was recuperating on Mount Heng, so naturally

It's about following the rules.

Even when I was wandering around, I was saying hello to other relevant nuns. To be honest, the nun I have interacted with the most in the past few days is Yilin, the daughter of the Buddhist monk you have never quit.

"I said, the person I came into contact with the most on the mountain was your daughter Yilin, right?"

"What? Are you provoking my daughter?"

"Hey, Master Bujie. What are you talking about? Yilin is still a little girl, I'm not interested!"

"Oh, what do you mean to say that my daughter is not good at growing up?!"

"... If you don't quit, monk, what are you thinking about?"

Not to mention that on the mountainside, Yue Yuan was discussing with the crazy monk Bujie. On the mountain, in Master Dingyi’s room.

snort!

Master Dingyi was sitting on a chair. The fly whisk was casually placed on the table next to her, and she was sulking alone.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The little nun Yilin, who was completely confused, looked at her master tremblingly and asked cautiously, while a pair of small hands gently pulled Master Dingyi's sleeves.

"Why!"

His eyes fell on his beloved young apprentice Yi Lin. Regarding his young apprentice's temperament, Master Dingyi was silent for a long time and could only sigh.

But Dingyi lost her temper today because Yue Yuan's random actions triggered her emotions that had accumulated for several days.

Monks are compassionate, so it's okay for Yue Yuan to recuperate on Mount Heng, but the problem is that Yue Yuan was shaved bald by the monk Bujie, and the patriarch is extremely handsome, so there is a problem.

A handsome young monk was lost among a group of beautiful nuns...

Is there no problem with this?

At least Dingyi has discovered this sign after observing for a few days. In her opinion, her little apprentice Yilin is not bad, but she is too innocent and kind, but she is easily deceived! Imagine not being a monk in the first place

How did he pursue the mute mother-in-law? This example alone has given Master Dingyi a huge warning.

Combining the two factors, Master Dingyi felt that the young monk named Yue Yuan should go down the mountain.

Therefore, after seeing Yue Yuan's casual actions today, Master Dingyi immediately exploded and used words to express his anger towards Yue Yuan.

"Yilin!"

Instructing his little apprentice in a deep tone, Master Dingyi's face showed a look of care, but the warning in her tone was self-evident. She said: "You are too kind. When I meet someone with that kind of appearance in the future,

You must stay far away from any good-looking little monks or whatever!"

"Why?"

Yilin was confused by her master's words. As a kind-hearted girl, she asked sincerely: "Brother Yue is okay, he doesn't look bad. He told me many stories!"

Although the little nun is innocent, she is not stupid. Naturally, she can clearly understand who the little monk is referring to in the master's words.

"story?"

When Master Dingyi heard this, his face began to turn green. He pursed his lips and asked word by word: "Yilin, what story did the little monk tell you?"

"Well……"

She had spoken out in a hurry before, but now it was too late not to say it. Yilin could only whisper: "These are some short stories with a Zen feel!"

"Oh? A very Zen story?"

Master Dingyi stared at his young apprentice expressionlessly and asked: "What kind of Zen story is it, Yilin, tell me about it!"

"Ah! Master!"

Yilin was made more and more panicked by Master Dingyi's increasingly cold words. She habitually lowered her hands under her sleeves and started to play with insects again. At the same time, she said softly: "It's those seven dwarfs and

Snow White, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves and so on..."

Um?

The Seven Dwarfs and Snow White?

Alibaba and the Forty Thieves?

Master Dingyi blinked her eyes. What kind of story is this? She has never heard of these two stories, let alone seen these two stories in Buddhist scriptures. Thinking of this, Master Dingyi is right.

I was attracted by these two Zen-like stories told by my own disciple.

I want to hear it from Yilin's mouth and see what this little monk is doing.

As for Yilin lying, Master Dingyi is not worried at all. Her disciple knows Yilin’s temperament. Master Dingyi knows clearly what kind of temperament Yilin has. In her opinion, there is no possibility of Yilin lying now.

.

So, under the watchful eye of Master Dingyi, Yilin whispered the story that Yue Yuan had told her before, word for word.

"It is said that a long time ago, in the palace of this ancient country, there was a princess..."

Suddenly, the little nun's delicate voice echoed in the room.

Charming yet innocent, this is the voice of the little nun Yilin.

…

Time passes.

Soon it was afternoon.

Mountainside.

Yue Yuan and Monk Bujie were gathered around a fire. Their eyes were fixed on the fish that was stuck on the stick and was being grilled with crackling sounds.

"I said, Master, is it okay to grill the fish directly without removing the scales?"

Yue Yuan's eyes were fixed on the fish on the stick, especially the fish that was smoked so black that it couldn't be seen as a fish at all. Instead, it looked like a piece of black charcoal. Such grilled fish was really good.

Some surprises beyond Yue Yuan's.

Even in the World of Divine Eagles, Yue Yuan rarely ate like this on the way, and more often he ate the beggar's chicken.

"Of course it has to be grilled with the scales on, otherwise it will be smoked to a blackish color. How much meat is left to eat?"

Master Bujie glanced at Yue Yuan, while he kept rotating the wooden stick in his hand to even out the heat, and said: "It will be roasted by then. Once the scales are removed, the remaining fish meat will be fresh and tender!"

I see!

The only thing that remains in Yue Yuan's mind now is Xiang Shuai's martial arts experience, and the rest is gone. Now that he heard Master Bujie say this, Yue Yuan found that this thing is really good when grilled with scales. Otherwise,

When roasted like that, it will look like black coals, making it unpalatable at all.

“Excellent craftsmanship, master!”

“You can tell he’s a pro at first glance!”

Yue Yuan was still very satisfied with Master Bujie's skills and praised him.

"Of course!"

Master Bujie naturally accepted Yue Yuan's praise, and boasted while baking: "You must know that I practiced this skill in Hengshan!"

Did you practice at Hengshan?
To be continued...