Chapter 970: Little monk at Dalin Temple

The ninth seventy-seventh chapter of the small monk of Dalin Temple
Dream big, strange road: "What is this Dalin Temple, what is the Pelin Temple? How can I hear more and more confused?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "You come with me!"
Said, Zhang Xiaohua is the hand of the dream, the two took the horse, walked through the gate of the temple of Dalin Temple, along the mountain road up the mountain, went to the back of the mountain.
Behind the mountains is a dense forest. From time to time, there are screaming birds screaming. The two walk in it. A feeling of serenity fills the chest, and the dream looks at Zhang Xiaohua. Zhang Xiaohua is also connected with each other. It is a smile. With her, she smiled and smiled. She put her head on the shoulder of Zhang Xiaohua, and Zhang Xiaohua reached for the waist of her dream. The two men walked along the trail in this mountain.
The warm time is always short. Just when Zhang Xiaohua and Meng hope that this path will go forever, it is where a mountain spring comes. "Are you thirsty?" Zhang Xiaohua asked softly in the ear of the dream.
"Not thirsty, don't talk, I want to hear your heartbeat!"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled, but, before he finished laughing, his eyebrows were a pick. He looked up at the distant mountain road. The dream book was slightly closed, but when Zhang Xiaohua looked up, her The eyes also opened, at the end of the mountain road in the distance, but in a moment, there was a group of bald monks who ran over and saw that they were only in their teens.
The monk of this team is strange. It is the common light work on the rivers and lakes. When the exhibition is carried out, the two arms are open, and the two hands each have a huge bucket that is almost as tall as their heads. The bottom is also different from usual, and it is pointed.
The monks rushed over to Zhang Xiaohua, but they didn’t look at them. They didn’t look at them. They went straight to the spring. Everyone threw the bucket in their hands in the spring and filled them with two buckets of water. Then, just like when I was here, I stretched my arms and the two buckets were caught in my hands.
"This..." Zhang Xiaohua and his dreams, not shocked, the bucket is quite large, hit the water, afraid of not having a hundred pounds? These little monks were only a teenager, and they also took the bucket with their shoulders. The strength of the two hands could not be done with hundreds of pounds.
Zhang Xiaohua and his dreams are a kind of surprise. These monks are the lowest disciple of Dalin Temple. This water is definitely their daily homework. As the saying goes: "Looking at the leopard in the tube", only watching small The monk's skill will be able to know the famous Dalin Temple, and how strong it is!
"Little Master, is Dalin Temple in front?" The dream hurriedly asked the last little monk.
I know that the little monk only looked at it with a squint and ignored it. The two hands were holding the bucket and turning straight. "This little monk is really ignorant!"
The little monk seems to hear, the small ears are moving, but at this time, perhaps because of distraction, or perhaps the mountain spring is slippery, the little monk is slipping, and the whole body is falling into the spring.
However, even so, the two hands of the young monk still hold the two buckets tightly, which is exactly the same. The two buckets are weighing a hundred pounds, and the monk can't adjust the balance for a while, that is, falling into the spring. At this time, it’s too late to let go.
"哎哟~" Seeing the little monk is going to fall into the water, the dream is not screaming, the body shape is fretting, it is necessary to save, but not waiting for her to scream the sound landing, is to see the familiar figure of Zhang Xiaohua, such as the same The light smoke is drifting to the little monk. The little monk is not aware of it. One hand is grabbing his back neck and picking him up from the top of the mountain spring. Then he is moving and falling on the mountain road. The monk also has two buckets in the hands of the monks, just like feathers!
Zhang Xiaohua’s shot is very fast, waiting for the little monk in front of the head to hear the exclamation of the dream. Looking back, Zhang Xiaohua has already landed with the little monk, and the little monk is slightly stunned, and immediately there is a smile on his face. I want to thank my hands together and look at the buckets on both hands. I am apologetic and nodded. I will look at the small monks in front of me and pick one of the eyebrows of the right eye. Speak, get up and chase the little monk in front.
"This little monk? Why don't you thank you?" The dream is dissatisfied: "Although it is not a life-saving grace, it can be said that he did not let him become a soup!"
Zhang Xiaohua knows that the dream is still a little vigilant to this Dalin Temple. This is why he complains and laughs: "You didn't read these little monks, but they didn't say anything, that is, the little monk fell into the water and didn't speak, and Then look at the buckets are sharp bottoms, it seems to be not allowed to stop. Hey, did not see the little monk just eyebrows, is it just let us keep up with the meaning?"
"Oh, this way." The dream grinned. Then, it was a slap in the mouth, saying: "Small flowers, hey, your light work is really not good, but it is far worse than Chen Chen’s sister. You may want to do it later. Try to cultivate internal strength. Hey, the rivers and lakes are so sinister, I still have to protect you!"
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua sighed, and explained very embarrassedly: "Dream, then I can't compare with anyone. Why do you want to compare with Chen Shijie? People are rumored to be disciples, but now they are more disciples. It is said that If there is no accident, then it is now the position of Jing Gang Shi Tai, I... How can I compare with her?"
"Hey, then...what is it compared to Confucius? Is it better than Swift?"
Zhang Xiaohua was speechless and had to pat his own arms and said: "I know, it is all the role model I want to shoot. The teacher has given me the inner strength of my work. Wait for me to practice well, and then ask you to teach. The fascinating world of fragrant education!"
"嘘~" Dream stretched out a finger and placed it on Zhang Xiaohua’s mouth, blocking what he was going to say, laughing: "Don't ask me for advice, I can't compare with you, if you are with I learned, I still don't know how to be harmed by me!" Then I looked at the little monk who was gradually going away. The eyes turned and said: "Would you like to learn from this group of monks? They do this on the one hand. It’s a practice of arm strength. On the one hand, it seems to be practicing lightly!

Zhang Xiaohua held his chin and said: "It's very reasonable to say that the light work of the fragrant teaching is twisted and twisted. At first glance, it is a woman's practice, or learning the Dalin Temple. There is always some yang!"
"Hey!" The nightmare sighed: "If so, can't be chased by Chen Shijie?"
Then, look at the front and smiled and said: "Let's go, don't say it, don't go, the group of little monks will go far!"
Zhang Xiaohua looked at the dream, sweet smile, and the two of them quickly thought about the group of small monks chasing.
Although the young monk is young, he can go quickly. At first glance, he often cultivates here. When Zhang Xiaohua walks through a mountain, there are three martyrdoms. The three roads are exactly the same, and there is no difference. The little monk has not seen it for a long time. "Little flowers, you are!" The dream was frowning first, then the road in the middle of the road smiled and said: "You don't help Baidu, but you will receive a reward in a few moments!"
When Zhang Xiaohua looked at it carefully, sure enough, there was some water stain left on the roadside.
"Oh, this little monk is interesting." Zhang Xiaohua touched his nose and said: "Don't ask us why we came to Dalin Temple, just point the way out!"
"Hey, why? Why do you love doing it, do you think that Dalin Temple will be afraid of you? Don't feel too good!" Meng Yu smiled.
"That is!" Zhang Xiaohua nodded: "The Master of the Master asked me to be a disciple, but I didn't ask my original sect at all. Isn't that true?"
"Okay, let's go!" The dream of pulling Zhang Xiaohua's hand, the two are the way to the middle.
Although there is a horse ride, but the dream still likes to pull the hand of the lover, step by step, it seems that only this way, the heart is practical!
It was a bag of smoke, the mountain road gradually flattened, gradually widened, and there was a whole piece of bluestone paving. On the left side of the mountain wall, a smooth platform was cut out. A triangular pavilion, at this time there is a tall monk with a tall, shiny head, holding a crescent shovel in his hand and standing on it.
The monk heard the sound of the horseshoe and saw Zhang Xiaohua. They didn’t feel the brows and wrinkled, and they didn’t come down. They shouted loudly:
The two small donors who swim in the mountains, the front is the Buddha’s forbidden land, can’t Go ahead and go to other places to play!"
Zhang Xiaohua listened and shouted: "This master, I would like to ask, is this the place where the famous Dalin Temple on the rivers and lakes is located?"
"Hey?" The monk immediately listened, and immediately alerted him. One of them was jumping from the platform, and his body fell on the stone wall. The effort at the foot was eight steps to the light and came to Zhang Xiaohua.
"The two donors, what are you doing in the Dalin Temple? Are you not coming to the name? Or do you want to be famous?"
Zhang Xiaohua’s glimpse, Qidao said:
Want to be famous, come to Dalin Temple?

"Hey, little donor, Ming people don't say slang, who doesn't know who is on the rivers and lakes, my Dalin Temple is the most compassionate, and the big ones come to the Dalin Temple to challenge, they are all good faces and don't hurt. You If you are lucky, you can beat one. If you go back to the rivers and lakes, you can say that you defeated the monk of Dalin Temple. Isn’t that famous voice passed out? If it is defeated, it doesn’t matter. If you eat it, you will go back and wait. Come back in two days!"
Zhang Xiaohua suddenly, smiled: "This monk misunderstood, I am waiting for someone you said..."
"Not what I said, then what are you doing here? This is not an ordinary person to come here!" The big monk did not wait for Zhang Xiaohua to finish, it was the interface.
Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly and said: "That... the big monk, do you want to see my teacher's dress like this, don't you know why?"
"What kind of costume is this kind of dressing?" The monk listened at the first wave: "The barren has been inspected here for a few years. Every day, women dress up as a disciple, but what is true?" Don't do anything to do with the fish!"
"Ah?" Not to mention Zhang Xiaohua, but the dream is also a horror, they never thought that someone would pretend to be a sacred disciple!
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