The prince is in trouble, your invincible strength has been exposed

Would he have given up so easily?

"Huh?" everyone's thoughts were interrupted, and their gazes suddenly froze on the Heavenly Dao Golden List that appeared in the air. The screen seems to have switched, and now it shows the figure of the sweeping monk.

In the depths of the Shaolin Temple, the sweeping monk has a quiet look on his face, and his hands are folded, as if he can look at the sentient beings in Kyushu through the Heavenly Dao Gold List. He slowly recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha." At this moment, his state of mind was peaceful, and he no longer had any violent air, just like the little monk who rang the bell and chanted the Buddha under the Qingshan Temple a long time ago.

Then, the sweeping monk's eyes drooped, looked at the many monks in the temple, and said gently: "The poor monk has been hiding in Shaolin for many years, and there is no way to repay him. Some simple commentaries on Buddhist scriptures have been placed next to the poor monk's couch and can be read at will. After speaking, he bowed lightly to the crowd, then straightened up, stared at the blessings of the Heavenly Dao, and chose one of them.

The power that traveled through time and space exploded! The entire space shook, and endless light rain poured down, accompanied by the change of space and the fluctuation of time. The figure of the sweeping monk gradually disappeared in this light rain.

The sweeping monk disappeared into the rain of light in this way, which was both unexpected and reasonable. People can't help but sigh that whether it is the little monk of the year or the sweeping monk of today, his essence has never changed.

The story of the four refuges has finally come to a successful end: taking refuge in the Buddha, taking refuge in the law, taking refuge in the monks, and taking refuge in the beautiful girl.

In Daqin, Ying Zheng looked at the sweeping monk who disappeared into light and rain, and sighed softly: "In the end, he still chose this path. A trace of sentimentality flashed in his eyes, "There is one less great master in the world, but there is one more little monk, and this ending is not unpleasant." "

At this moment, Ying Zheng looked up at the void and found that the picture of the Heavenly Dao Gold List was circulating again, as if it was about to show a new situation. His heart was shocked, because this picture turned out to be the Qingshan Temple that he was very familiar with.

Not only Yingzheng, but countless dynasties all over Kyushu saw the picture on the Heavenly Dao Gold List, and everyone was shocked. In the picture, a small temple comes into view, and a small monk knocking on a wooden fish can be faintly seen.

The picture turned slightly, and in the small temple, a handsome little monk appeared in everyone's sight.

Under closer inspection, one can find that the young monk's eyes flashed with a sense of vicissitudes of the world, as well as a little surprise and consternation. It was as if his eyes contained deep memories of the past and a sense of uncertainty about the future. After a long while, the little monk came back from his shock, and he slowly bowed forward slightly, respectfully performing a Buddhist etiquette.

"Amitabha!" the little monk whispered the Buddha's name, and although the voice was flat, it reverberated in the air, full of an indescribable calm and solemnity. Although he did not make any exaggerated movements or expressions, in this simple Buddha name, people all over Kyushu could feel that the monk in front of him was undoubtedly the legendary sweeping monk.

If before this, people still had doubts about the authenticity of this Heavenly Dao Gold List, then now, with the appearance of the little monk, all doubts have disappeared. The power of the Heavenly Dao Gold List is so mysterious and powerful!

"Little monk—" A soft voice sounded, as if with a hint of familiarity, "I'm here to listen to your story again!" The voice continued, "Open the door, little monk..."Just when everyone was shocked by the appearance of the little monk, the picture began to flow, and a crisp female voice gradually approached.

With a click, the door of the temple was gently pushed open, and a sweet-faced girl cautiously walked in. She seemed to be avoiding someone's pursuit, panting and looking a little embarrassed. She was wearing a pale cyan dress, although it was a little messy, but the breeze blew and lifted her hair, giving people a sense of tranquility and distantness.

The little monk looked at this scene and was a little stunned for a while. He had dreamed of such a scene countless times in his dreams, but every time he woke up, everything was empty and joyful. And yet, it all seems to be happening

"Little monk?" the girl's voice sounded again, with a hint of displeasure, "Little monk!" she called again, her voice revealing a hint of anxiety, "Little monk?!" her tone became more urgent.

Facing this stunned little monk, the girl seemed a little angry, and she pouted and shouted, "If you don't respond, I'm leaving!" she looked a little annoyed. I tried my best to avoid my father's attention, and skillfully avoided the other old monks of Qingshan Temple, and secretly came here, but I saw the little monk stunned there in a daze, completely ignoring himself, it was like a piece of wood, which made people can't help but get angry.

"Poor monk, I..." The little monk looked at the girl who wanted to leave, his heart was shocked, and he subconsciously took a step, but he felt that this seemed too abrupt, so he was stunned again. At this moment, he is no longer the sweeping monk who is indifferent in the Shaolin Temple, but more like the little monk under the Qingshan Temple back then.

"Flutter!" Looking at the little monk's stupid appearance, the girl couldn't help laughing, the previous pretense of anger could not be maintained any longer, she said to the little monk: "Little monk, let you grind, let me be angry!" There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, "Just punish you for telling me a story, right?" The girl's eyes flashed with expectation. She knew that the little monk had read many Buddhist scriptures and knew many interesting stories, which always made her listen to them with relish. However, the little monk was always busy chanting Buddhist scriptures and rarely had the opportunity to tell her stories. This time, the girl secretly guessed in her heart that the little monk was probably going to excuse himself again on the grounds of reciting Buddhist scriptures.

However, to her surprise, in the face of this request, the little monk was only slightly stunned, and then showed a smile and nodded in agreement: "Poor monk, just tell the donor a story of 'four refuges'..."

"Four refuges?" When the girl heard this word, she was slightly stunned, her face showed a trace of doubt, and she subconsciously asked, "What are the four refuges?" She had never heard of this word.

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk...", the little monk began to tell, his gaze fell gently on the girl's face, and began his story seriously, "He was always patronized by thieves...", and there was a hint of banter in his words.

The old monk in the story finally couldn't bear it anymore, and when the thief came again, he asked the thief to put his hand through the crack in the door and said that he would give the thief what he wanted. The thief was very pleased to hear this, and did so. The old monk grabbed the thief's hand, tied him to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting while beating: "Take refuge in the Buddha!

"Refuge..."The little monk said this, paused slightly, his eyes fell deeply on the girl, he took a deep breath, and then continued word by word, "Refuge... Show girl!" His voice was full of affection.

The breeze gently stirred the girl's hair, gently brushing her reddish cheeks. This scene seems to have become an eternal picture.