Western Regions, Futu Mountain.

The little novice monk with beautiful eyes walked through the long path and stood in front of the Zen room.

I sorted out the moon-white monk's robe, brushed away the dust that did not exist on my shoulders, took a breath, raised my hand... and knocked on the door of the Zen room three times.

"Come in."

In the Zen room, there was an old and gentle voice.

"Squeak~"

The door was pushed open, and the little novice monk stepped over the threshold, walked to the old monk sitting cross-legged on a jade cushion, and stood still.

"Master, are you looking for a disciple?"

"Well," the old monk held a wooden fish in his left hand and a wooden fish hammer in his right hand. He was full of Buddha nature and had a gentle face.

"Monk, I ask you, how long have you been to my Futu Mountain?"

The little shami calculated silently, "Master, the disciples have eaten the peaches from the back mountain for seven times."

"Well," the old monk raised his head and glanced at him lightly, with a hint of emotion in his tone, "It's been seventeen years."

"Master, what I'm talking about is Qi...Oh."

He calmly retracted the right hand holding the wooden fish hammer, and the old monk's face was as if there was no wave in the ancient well.

"Don't talk back."

The little novice responded respectfully, "Yes."

"Well," the old monk nodded with satisfaction, "It's been seventeen years since I was a child and grew up on the mountain. It's time for you to see the flower world outside."

The little novice suddenly stared at the top, "Flower World?"

"Ahem..."

The old monk covered his mouth with the right hand holding the wooden fish hammer and coughed lightly, "I'm going to take you down the mountain for me, so you can prepare it."

The little novice nodded and continued to ask, "Master, you just talked about the world of flowers?"

The old monk looked calm, "No, you heard it wrong."

"But, my disciple has already practiced to the wind..."

"Bada~dong~gululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululululu"

The wooden fish and the wooden fish hammer were thrown to the ground together. The two hands could not avoid it at the same time and grabbed the tips of the two ears.

"You said, you heard it wrong.

Monks do not lie, are you saying that you have broken the precepts for your teacher?"

The little shaman's mouth twitched in pain, and he quickly begged for forgiveness, "Master, I heard it wrong by my disciple!"

"Didn't you practiced to be cooler?"

"yes......"

"Um?"

"It's because my disciples are not good at learning skills."

"Um,"

The old monk let go of the little novice monk's ears, picked up his wooden fish and wooden fish hammer again, sat back on the jade cushion, calm as if he had never left before.

"You go and clean up, and after a stick of incense, go to the Futu Hall and send you down the mountain for your master."

"Yes," the little novice nodded and bowed respectfully, "The disciple took his leave."

"Go."

Watching the little shaman leave, the old monk threw the wooden fish and wooden fish hammer to the ground and jumped up from the jade cushion.

Three circles on the left and three circles on the right, twisting your neck and butt.

After moving his body, he picked up the wooden fish and wooden fish hammer from his heart.

"The Buddha said that all four elements are empty, but they have not picked them up, so how can we talk about letting go?"

I raised my head and looked as if I saw the sky through the roof of the Zen room.

"Good disciple, don't let your master down."

In the remote Zen room, quietness was restored.

After a long time, a Buddha's name spread far away, chanting, "Amitabha."

One step, two steps, three steps.

Every step is measured by rules, and is in a proper manner, silently walking through the long path.

"Oh yell~"

The moment he walked across the path, Xiao Shami suddenly jumped high and let out a cry of joy.

After landing, he looked back guiltily, but did not see the familiar figure, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He returned to his quietness and a regular appearance, and raised his foot toward his residence.

After a stick of incense, the little monk carrying a small bag reunited with his master in front of the Futu Hall.

The old monk threw a ring to the little novice monk, guided him in the use of the ring, and took the little novice monk down to the Futu Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, looking back at the towering mountain behind him, the old monk stopped after realizing it.

"By the way, monk, the little monk goes down the mountain to make a move, and the old monk needs to explain."

The little novice stopped and looked at his master, "Master, you tell me."

"Well," the old monk nodded with satisfaction, "Monks should remember that the woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you meet, you must avoid it."

As he said that, the old monk raised his foot and walked away to Futu Mountain.

"But..."

The little novice monk had a doubt on his face, "The Buddha said that all beings are equal, and his disciples studied Buddhism every day, but there was no distinction between men and women in their eyes.

Since there is no distinction between men and women, how can women be tigers?

Besides, tigers are also creatures. In the past, Buddha also used his body to feed tigers. His disciples didn’t hide when they saw tigers, so how could they hide from women?”

The little shakimi face was confused, "The disciple still wanted to learn from the Buddha to feed the tiger with his body!"

"Monkey~"

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the little novice monk, "You are still young..."

"Master, all the disciples are already ten...Oh!"

He looked at his master with aggrieved and helplessness, and the little shakimi's eyes rolled, "By the way... Master, do you have any story in this colorful world?"

The old monk beat the wooden fish and said, "Flower World?"

"Yes," the little novice monk had no idea of ​​wandering on the verge of death, "At first glance, you are the one with a story.

Have you been injured by a woman before you became a monk?

Do you have any experience to share with your disciple? Don't worry, your disciple will never joke...Oh!"

Covering his head, seeing the old monk's face appearing angry, the wooden fish hammer in his hand is about to fall down again.

The little novice monk hurriedly avoided, "Master, the Buddha said, how can you let go if you can't pick it up? How can you not look directly at your original heart?

I am really not curious about your gossip. I am sacrificing myself to help you become a Buddha.

So, Master, you have never been hurt by a woman...Oh!"

"For your teacher...for your teacher, you're a bastard!"

"Ouch~"

"Ouch!"

"Master, don't beat me! I won't ask."

"snort!"

"Master~"

"Oh~ Master, don't beat me, I just want to ask, do you have anything else to explain?"

"Amitabha~"

"Master...I'll tell you, old monk, don't go too far, just hit it twice!

If you hadn't seen you as my master, if you hadn't been able to beat you... I'd have fought back long ago!"

"I...oh! You're still beating! Master, the disciple is wrong! The disciple just wants to ask, where are we going?"

"Amitabha, Buddha... I have violated the precept of anger," pretended to knock on the wooden fish a few times. The old monk glanced at the little monk, "Shanhai Academy."

"Shanhai Academy?"
To be continued...