In Master Kucheng's living room, Su Yi was saying goodbye to the abbot.

"Amitabha, has Mr. Yang copied enough Buddhist scriptures? Why don't you linger here for a few more days?"

Master Kucheng looked at the young Su Yi in front of him, and his eyes could not hide his admiration. In the past ten days, he had been paying attention to Su Yi's whereabouts all the time. After all, a disciple he sent was staying in his own sect, and there was a difference between Taoism and Buddhism. He couldn't help but accidentally...

And this child did not have any intention of spying on the Sutra Pavilion, which contains seventy-two unique skills, but focused on copying Buddhist scriptures in the room.

Alas... There are few young people who can work hard and work hard now. Why is this young man so outstanding? Why isn’t he my Shaolin disciple?

Kuai Cheng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Faced with Kucheng's kindness, Su Yi smiled bitterly: "Although I have copied a lot of Buddhist scriptures in the past few days, it is absolutely not enough. If possible, I wish I could copy all the Buddhist scriptures in Shaolin and take them home to give them to my mother."

"Hahaha..." Ku Cheng couldn't help but smile and said, "What are the many Buddhist scriptures in Shaolin? If I copy them all, I'm afraid all the disciples in Shaolin Temple will help you. Without several months of time, I'm afraid that Lingtang's birthday would have passed long ago?"

"Yes... Although the Buddhist scriptures have not been copied yet, my mother's birthday is getting closer. If the disciple does not leave, he may not be able to celebrate her birthday in person. Therefore, no matter how reluctant she is, she has to say goodbye. Fortunately, the disciples have copied all the Buddhist scriptures she likes, which is enough to let her see the feelings of the younger generations."

"It's..." Ku Cheng nodded and praised: "If she saw your feelings, she would definitely be very happy. It doesn't matter how many Buddhist scriptures are."

Su Yi bowed deeply and said, "So I have to say goodbye today. I copied Buddhist scriptures these days, and I am also thinking about the secrets of these Buddhist scriptures. Until now, I only feel that they are completely different from when I first came to Shaolin. Everything has different views from the past, as if my heart has been washed by Buddhism. For this great opportunity, I would like to thank Master Abbot for opening the door of convenience a few days ago!"

Although it was a flattery, Su Yi was sincere in these words, but the great encounter he mentioned actually refers to the "Nine Yang True Sutra". He is indeed sincerely grateful to this old monk.

"Amitabha." After hearing Su Yi's words, Master Kucheng's smile became even stronger. He said, "Mr. Yang can understand the great principles from Buddhist scriptures. This is a blessing for lay people. It can be seen that lay people have a fate with my Buddha. Unfortunately, the lay people have already joined the disciples of Changchun Zhenren. Otherwise, even if I have not accepted disciples for thirty years, I would probably be moved..."

Don't!!!

Su Yi's face turned pale. He couldn't stand this crime here. He couldn't stand this crime. He couldn't say anything beautiful. If he continued to say it, if the old monk was really moved, he might not be able to leave. He would be second. He would be slandered here and become a monk. He quickly whispered.

"Master is joking, I dare not disturb you in your cultivation again. I will say goodbye to you when it is still early today, so I will say goodbye to go down the mountain."

"The layman walked slowly. If he had free time in the future, he might as well come to Shaolin to browse the scriptures. Maybe he would gain something."

"If you have free time, you will definitely come and chat."

After a deep bow, Su Yi walked out of the abbot's room and couldn't help but wipe the sweat that did not exist on his forehead. Oh my god, I almost couldn't get out... He just realized that this abbot's master was not polite, he really wanted to accept Su Yi as his disciple.

This place is too dangerous, so I'd better leave now!

Su Yi walked out of the mountain gate. He didn't want to stay in this ghost place at all, so he would rather leave quickly!

Before he could walk a few steps, a little monk came towards him, the one who had been sending him back scriptures for more than ten days...

The little monk came over and stopped, looked at Su Yi, and asked reluctantly: "Are the layman going to leave?"

Su Yi still has a good impression of this little monk. He said, "Yeah, that's right, the whole world will end. I'm leaving. You have to take care of yourself in the future."

"Well..." the little monk nodded heavily and said, "As a Shaolin disciple, the little monk is not convenient to go out of the mountain gate, so he will send it away. However, the little monk will pray for the lay Buddhist in his heart. I wish the lay Buddhist a safe journey, and I wish the lay Buddhist a happy birthday and a long life!"

"Then I will thank you..." Su Yi couldn't help but bent down and patted the little monk's head intimately, revealing a big smile.

Watching Su Yi's back gradually distant, the little monk couldn't help but turn red.

"Jueyuan, the master called you to recite scriptures, why didn't you hurry up?" A little monk suddenly ran over and shouted to the sad little monk.

The sadness of the little monk named Jueyuan quickly disappeared, and it was replaced by a panic on his face, "What did the master ask me to carry?"

“Lankavatara Sutra!”

"But I haven't memorized it yet!" Jue Yuan was immediately panicked.

"What should I do?"

"Wait a minute, I have a way." Jueyuan seemed to suddenly remember something, put away his panic expression and smiled, "That layman Yang copied the Lankavatara Sutra yesterday, and I have not returned the scriptures to the Sutra Pavilion yet! That is the original book written by Patriarch Bodhidharma. I went to Mr. Yang's room to read the original. I'll just recite it quickly, right?"

The little monk clapped his hands and smiled, "That's right, you can't read it anyway, it's so easy to memorize a scripture. I'll help you delay the time first, come back soon!"

"Yeah, I'll be back soon."

The little monk jumped away, and Jueyuan also sneaked into Su Yi's room.

At this time, Su Yi had just left, and his room had not yet been cleaned. Several precious Buddhist scriptures were placed on the table in a mess, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were not put away. Huh? Why did the pen break? It seemed to be broken by someone deliberately maliciously. I really don’t know who would do such a boring thing.

"Ah Yeh!" Su Yi, who had just gone down the mountain, couldn't help but sneeze, muttering to himself that who was thinking about me?

"Oh... This lay Buddhist Yang is good everywhere, but he just doesn't care about Buddhist scriptures..." Jue Yuan whispered in a low voice, and began to organize these Buddhist scriptures one by one.

"Okay! I want to see today, what is the difference between this Lankavata Sutra written by Master Bodhidharma and other versions of Lankavata Sutra?"

After sorting out the Buddhist scriptures, Jueyuan took out the Lankavatara Sutra and opened the page with a solemn expression on his face.

After a long time, after turning the last page, Jueyuan let go of the Lankavatara Sutra in disappointment, "It's no different from the ordinary Lankavatara Sutra. I thought there would be something special!"

Suddenly, he felt like he had passed by something important, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed like he was just an illusion, probably a psychological effect.

"Oh, oh, no, the master is still waiting for me to recite the scriptures, I have to leave quickly."

He put away the Lankavatara Sutra, Jueyuan ran out of his room quickly and rushed to recite his scriptures.
Chapter completed!