"The prince said wildly!"

After Wang Kang finished speaking, Shanneng was furious because he believed that Wang Kang's words were no longer a discourse on Zen, but an insult.

The abbot's words were actually said by him as misleading people's children. What is this?

He was already furious about Wang Kang, and suddenly became furious. Shanneng looked at Wang Kang with cold eyes, and a kind of aura suddenly came out.

It made Wang Kang quite uncomfortable, and he was stared at by something.

This guy is definitely a master. Although Wang Kang does not understand martial arts, he also understands this.

He had seen Li's son and Li Yuyao. When he took action, he seemed to feel this way...

And the monks around,

The stick in his hand also pointed directly at Wang Kang.

At this time, Li Qingman suddenly took a step and stood beside Wang Kang, with beautiful eyes skimming around, and a cold voice spread.

"There are only a few people in the small temples in the mountains, and there is one who is actually a first-class expert."

Her beautiful eyes were staring at Shanneng with cool eyes, and it was obviously him.

Then her steps lightly stepped on her feet, and an invisible momentum suddenly emerged, cutting off his aura that locked Wang Kang and rushed straight away...

Shanneng suddenly changed his expression and put his hands together to barely block it, but he still took a few steps back. With each step, a deep mark appeared on the ground.

He looked at Li Qingman in horror and realized that this graceful and beautiful woman was the master of the masters.

Seeing this, Wang Kang's eyes couldn't help but fall into the great monk. Good will be the first-class person. So what is this sloppy abbot?

Could it be a top-notch martial arts master?

The monk was always dull and was not shocked by Li Qingman. He seemed to have known her martial arts level for a long time.

He waved his hand and said, "It is normal to have differences in the discussion of Zen and Taoism. The more you argue, the more you become clearer, and you can't even calm down. How can you seek Buddha?"

"In the evening, each person copied the scriptures ten times!"

"Yes, abbot!"

Although the few people were unwilling to accept it, they still relaxed, but the anger in their eyes remained undisturbed...

The great monk looked at Wang Kang again, "I don't know what kind of insight does the little donor have?"

Wang Kang was very calm and didn't care about it, the previous scene.

He asked back: "People think that something is delicious. In fact, smell is more important than taste. Therefore, animals like dogs with sensitive smell are far happier than us in terms of diet," he said.

"Is this idea right? If it is wrong, what's wrong?"

Wang Kang's questions made the abbot seem to have some clarity.

Wang Kang continued: "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror platform. Wipe it frequently and do not cause dust? Now, I will give you a few words to reveal it!"

Wang Kang looked at the monk and said word by word: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform..."

Hearing this, the monk was originally a dull monk, his expression changed instantly and his face was horrified.

The originally angry good man was enlightened and stood there on the spot!

The other monks seemed to have a clarity, but they seemed to be unclear. They put down their long sticks and scratched their ears and heads!

Wang Kang continued: "There was nothing, where did you get dust?"

Bodhi has no trees,

A bright mirror is not a stage either.

It is originally nothing but nothing, so what kind of dust will be stained with?

It is completely opposite to the previous words of the great monk, but the artistic conception is many times higher!

The mind is originally without dust, dust is the mind. Without mind without dust, people will die...

"Amitabha,"

The monk put his hands together, and then he suddenly pointed out, and as he pointed, the stone tablet in front of the house quietly shattered...

"Abbot?"

Seeing this scene, the monk Shanneng suddenly spoke.

"I'm not as good as a little donor after studying Buddhism for several years, and I understand the words."

The great monk sighed: "Dust is inside, heart is outside, always peel it, there is no dust or heart..."

"It seems that I have really misled people's children!"

"On Zen, the little donor, must win, this piece of bitter grass will be inherited from."

“Thank you, Master,”

Wang Kang smiled and said, "I know the master is happy, what's the point of chewing it? When I make it, I will send it to the master, which is guaranteed to be beautiful!"

"Does the little donor still know that this bitter grass should not be used?" The great monk understood what Wang Kang said.

"That's natural," Wang Kang said with a smile.

It is definitely different when tobacco leaves are made into cigarettes.

"Then I'm looking forward to it." The great monk smiled and said, "Actually, I have Fan Yuanyuanyuan with the little donor."

Hearing this, Wang Kang was puzzled. He had heard this once before. He thought it was a politeness, but now the monk said it again, and it seemed to be a different point.

He asked in confusion: "I don't know what the master said?"

The monk smiled and said, "A few months ago, I went down the mountain to Yangzhou City. I met a son and criticized him for his fate... This son and the little donor were quite entangled. He was weak, and he was weak, and he was weak..."

"Now that the little donor is lucky and is in a rising trend, he must be in the sunshine..."

"Are you the master who criticized Dong Qian's life?"

Hearing this, Wang Kang suddenly said in shock.

Wang Kang had already noticed that Dong Qian had been targeting him at the beginning.

This kind of targeting is a bit unreasonable and unreasonable.

Later, I learned that Dong Qian believed in these numerology very much. Liu Shan once said in his last letter that Dong Qian would not have targeted him.

Because at that time Wang Kang was just a notorious prodigal son, and Dong Qian was the son of the governor, and was full of knowledge and famous.

No matter how you look at it, Wang Kang is not in the same level as him, so he is absolutely impossible to target it deliberately.

But according to Liu Shan’s letter, Dong Qian got a master’s order and since then, he has repeatedly dealt with Wang Kang.

I want to die again.

After hearing what the great monk said, he instantly reacted.

He stared blankly, and to put it this is the one who made him travel through time?

Because of his order criticism, Dong Qian targeted Wang Kang and instigated Liu Cheng to pull the unlucky guy to float kites on thunderstorms, which made the unlucky guy die by lightning.

From this, his soul came...

The theory of fate is really magical.

Wang Kang couldn't help but sigh...

"The little donor is indeed smart..." the great monk said with a smile. This statement shows that he has admitted it.

This guy is definitely an expert, and Wang Kang has no doubt about this.

There are less than ten people in the small temple, all of whom are martial arts masters, and that kind-hearted person is still first-class.

So, as the abbot, what is he?

Thinking of this, Wang Kang wanted to win over. If this monk was really a master of martial arts?

With this person, he can beat thousands of soldiers!

Wang Kang smiled and said, "Master doesn't like eating chicken?"

"Ah?" The monk stopped slightly and then said, "Slightly happy, slightly happy,"

"I know one way to make sure that the master has never eaten it. I wonder if he is interested?"

Hearing this, the monk looked at Wang Kang with a smile, "My mouth is very picky."

"Ha ha!"

"I can't tell you the problem even if you're picking the mouth,"

Wang Kang smiled and said, "Master Guan is not bound by lay people's rituals. Wouldn't it be boring to be in this Gushan Temple? Why not stay in Xinfeng County for a few days?"
Chapter completed!