Zen Master Daoxin looked at the little disciple who was dancing in front of him and felt a little puzzled.

It has been several days in a row, and this little disciple seems to have always been worried. Although Master Daoxin himself cannot tell from the face of this little disciple who is so thoughtful and looks like a monster, Master Daoxin can still know with certainty that this little disciple must have concerns. This is the intuition brought to him by his cultivation over the years, and he has never missed it once.

But today, this little apprentice seemed to have completely let go of those worries, and that pride was even as if he had been infected.

"Wukong!" After Wukong finished wiping the table happily, Master Daoxin could finally help it. There was a problem, there must be a problem. When did this little guy take care of cleaning? Looking at the paint on the table, it was so bright that it could almost see the shadow of a person. "Do you have any happy events today?"

"There is a happy event?" Wukong, who was rubbing the bed with a smile, was stunned by Master Daoxin's words. "I am just a four-year-old child. Even if I get married, it's illegal. How can there be a happy event?"

Cough cough, Wukong coughed gently in his heart, swallowing the sentence that even if he couldn't get married, he could not be hard and turned into his stomach.

"This..." Master Daoxin coughed twice, "Good apprentice, first of all, even if you are four years old, it is reasonable and legal if you want to get married. Secondly, not all happy events are called marriage."

"Oh, is it legal for me to get married now?" Wukong scratched his bald head with his hand. "I forgot that it is a feudal society now. Oh, no, it should be said that I forgot that it is a happy feudal society now. But Master, what I want to clarify is that I know that not all happy events are called marriage, just as not all milk is called Trunsu."

Wukong returned seriously. "Although I don't know what kind of happy events you suddenly asked me? Master, you should know that for an excellent novice monk who is so devout and sincere in his disciple, who is determined to promote me in the future, besides the arrival of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Vajras, etc., and wants to save me to go to the Pure Land of Western Paradise, can there be anything else called happy events?"

Master Daoxin was picking up the teacup. When he was frowning and drinking tea, he heard what Wukong said, and then he sprayed out a mouthful of green tea, and then he coughed violently. Seeing this, Wukong quickly put down the rag and rushed over to help Master Daoxin stroke and massage his back.

"I said I'm a good apprentice." After the cough was calmed down, Master Daoxin gasped slightly.

"Master, I'm here." Wukong obediently helped Master Daoxin beat his shoulder, "What are your instructions?"

"The next time you want to answer my teacher's question, can you choose someone to put down the teacup?"

“…”

"And my teacher has already told you that the so-called way of practice lies in understanding the mind and seeing the nature. If you cannot see your own nature, you are an ordinary person. If you can see your own nature, you will naturally become a Buddha."

"Yeah, I've heard you talk about this many times after you've heard from you."

"So," Master Daoxin coughed twice again and said in a low voice, "Don't let the master hear you say something like Buddha or something like saving you from the West."

"Disciple understand!" Wukong answered without hesitation, "I won't say it again in the future!"

"Do you really understand?" Master Daoxin gasped, "So OK, tell me what you understand, come and make a verse."

"Master, what are you kidding? I am an ordinary four-year-old child who doesn't know how to read. Do you think you can write such profound literary and spiritual things like verses?"

"If you don't do it, there will be no bodyguards if your brother picks you up home."

"Of course you have to do it, but..." Wukong obediently tapped Master Daoxin's shoulder with his hands, "Master, please organize your disciples."

"All right!"

The so-called verse is actually in Indian language, which means the consequence of the translation of the Sanskrit word "Ji Tuo" is too brief. It means tribute. Of course, there is no need to explain it in such a complicated way. It can be clearly stated in one sentence. Some poems written by monks are called poems, while others are called verses.

As for how to divide it specifically, the right to interpret this right is basically all classified as the monk in the poem. He said that he would divide it as much as he could.

Wukong thought for a while and wrote the first sentence, "Why should you seek out the outside world when you are enlightened?"

"kindness!"

"Comprehension is only about practicing in tranquility."

"continue!"

"Master, how do you think of my two verses? Doesn't it fit your thoughts?"

"Don't talk nonsense, continue."

"Mo Yan is rare for a Buddha-minded person, so he has no end to meditation. Master, what do you think?"

“Okay!

"Really? Master!

"Yes, it's right, it's the same as if it's not."

“…”

"Okay, for the sake of being a four-year-old child, even if you pass the test." Master Daoxin gently turned his hand and patted Wukong on the head, "Now you can tell me why you are so happy today."

"This..." Wukong continued to massage Daoxin's back while trying hard to think about how to answer.

"kindness!"

"It's because..."

“…”

"So, this is the matter, you understand!"

"What do you think, my good apprentice, can you understand if you listen to these words?"

"Of course I will understand. Obviously, this reason is not easy to tell you."

"Oh, what you mean is, disciple, you really saw the Buddha appearing to save you to the Western Paradise?"

“…”

"Why don't you answer?"

"This, Master, don't let me say it."

Bang!

"Master, what is this thing you are holding?" Wukong rubbed his small fist while looking at the thing that Zen Master Daoxin was holding with a metallic luster and the same size as a ruler.

"A ruler!" Daoxin put down the ruler in his hand and said lightly, "Are you a good disciple, have you not even seen a ruler?"

"How could I never see this before... But this is not the point, the key is when the ruler appears in your hand."

"Is it strange? You're ready!" As he said that, Daoxin touched his hand on the ruler, and the ruler disappeared out of thin air. Then Daoxin's hand shook, as if he was magic, and the ruler appeared in his hand again. "Do you want to tell you that you know Shaolin Qianye Hand?"

"master……"

"What's wrong? My good apprentice!"

"It is very immoral to use Shaolin martial arts to beat a four-year-old child."

"Yes, Master Wei thinks so too, so Master Wei does not use Qianye's hand to hit it directly, but takes a ruler."

“…”
Chapter completed!