It was just dawn, and it was the quietest time in the morning. At this time, a faint sound of chanting scriptures came from a passenger ship parked in the river.

"Uncle Master, we are almost in Jinan. We will go back to the temple in a few days and we will be able to eat rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival." After the morning class, Shanguo put away the scriptures and said to Yuanxing who was standing beside him with a smile.

"Yes, it's time to go home!" Yuan Xing was stunned and said, but his tone was a little erratic. After a fight in 30,000 cities, the next journey was very smooth. He arrived in Tianjin in mid-April and stayed at the third brother's house for a few days before boarding the ship heading south. Now there is only one day left to Jinan City.

It has been nearly a year since this time. His magical powers have been progressing. His eyes were no longer dark, and he could already see some light and shadows. He had a premonition that it would not take long to return to Tianchan Temple to see the light again. And it was time for him to go home at that time. He liked the quietness of the temple life, but he missed his parents, relatives and friends in his heart. This complex and contradictory thought has been with him since the ship entered the Grand Canal.

"The little monk is so scared that he is close to the hometown? He doesn't look like a monk." A voice came from behind, with a teasing voice.

"I am not good at studying, so I am not as free and easy as Taoist master." Yuan Xing turned around and put his hands together and said, "Master Zhang got up so early, could he sleep peacefully last night?"

"If you two monks chanted the scriptures, I would have slept better." Master Zhang, who was talking to Yuan Xing, hummed.

Yuan Xing smiled slightly, but ignored him, but said to Taoist Priest Zhang: "Little Yangdao, why not be my apprentice." As he said that, he took out a bag of oil paper from his arms, groped and opened it, leaned over and handed it to him: "Follow me up the mountain, you can eat whatever you want." This is of course a joke, the daily abduction action is just to piss off this old Taoist.

"You bald man is really not a thing, you can do something to lure children..." Sure enough, Master Zhang jumped immediately.

Zhang Yangdao, the young and nine-year-old Taoist boy next to him, was used to the behavior between the two of them, and calmly took out a handful of them from the paper bag: "Thank you, brother monk." While sharing half of the good fruits for smiling and watching the fun, a little monk and a little Taoist boy ran to the end with candied fruit in his mouth, watching the boat boss raise the anchor.

The Taoist Master Zhang glanced at the smile of Yuanxing: "You really like the Taoist Tao? So what if you let him follow you?"

Yuan Xing couldn't laugh anymore. Unexpectedly, the other party would say this this time. He was just joking. Not to mention that he was about to leave and didn't have time to teach his disciples to cultivate the Tao. Just from this name, we can see what kind of expectations the Taoist master of the Taoist boy had for him, and how could he let him abandon the Tao and enter the Buddha?

"I just like you, not pretending like other monks." Taoist Zhang laughed out loud, obviously happy to win the game back. Then he stared at Yuan Xing's eyes and said enviously: "The old Taoist has been observing you for four or five days. You are not born blind, are you practicing magical powers, right?"

"It's the divine eye, but it made me suffer a lot." Yuan Xing curled his lips. I don't know if it was because of his peaceful and calm temperament that he had a good reputation on his journey. Although the Taoist priest in front of him was quite different, they were very good at talking, so he was unwilling to maintain the manners of a monk and say whatever he wanted.

Master Zhang sighed and said with emotion: "The spiritual energy in the world is declining and his supernatural powers are difficult to show. The old Taoist, I traveled around the world and felt that it is difficult to practice. You have this opportunity at a young age and your future achievements are limitless."

Yuan Xing shook his head and sighed: "I have just received the great precepts and are still a monk. I dare not talk about any achievements."

"At least you are rich." Master Zhang suddenly said.

Yuan Xing was stunned and smiled. Although he called himself a poor monk, he was not poor. Before going down the mountain, the eldest brother prepared enough silver. On the way back, the third brother also gave him enough rituals. Even the candy and candied fruits that abducted the Taoist boy were forced to be stuffed by the third sister-in-law, and there were two large bags. It was far from the ordinary monk. It was now full of gold and no worries about eating and drinking. In contrast, Master Zhang was really poor. When he got on the boat, he was still the boss of the boat because he was a monk and had to save some money from the boat.

The two of them were chatting here, and Shanguo and Yangdao ran over.

"Uncle Master, you told us the story of the Huashan sword contest yesterday, and we were very inspired." Shanguo approached and patted his chest and said, "How can we not have our own name when we walk in the world? I discussed it with Yangdao, and I became a majestic myself." Yangdao behind me nodded.

Yuan Xing was stunned when he heard this: "What are the names you two thinking about?"

"I am the one Wushan Taoist." Shanguo raised his head.

"I want to call Zhan Jiao Sanren." Yangdao followed.

What does this mean? What do these two funny guys think? Wushan, killing the dragon, has something to do with the Huashan sword contest?

Just as he was stunned, a trace of coldness flashed between his eyes, his vision became clearer, and he could already see the outlines of the people in front of him, which surprised him.

The elusive golden cicada appeared: "This is the merit of cause and effect. You have a half-master relationship with the future Buddhist monks. The power of merit will be of great benefit to you."

Who? Good Fruit? The monk? Yuan Xing grinned. I really couldn't believe that the good Fruit, who could not recognize the words at this time and was stumbling on the chanting scriptures, turned out to be a Buddhist monk in the future.

"Shenguo, named Wushan Taoist, from Qingzhou, became a monk when he was young and was well-versed in Buddhist scriptures. When he was middle-aged, he visited many Zen masters in the capital. He was generous and outstanding in martial arts. At that time, people claimed that he was chivalrous. Later, he built Foxing Temple in the suburbs of Jinan, printed scriptures and presided over the translation of the Tripitaka. In the second year of Yongjia of Da Yong, he was summoned to the palace. Five years later, he left behind and practiced in a closed door until he passed away at the age of 95."

"Good fruit! Your name is very good, it's so wonderful. Come on, let the uncle touch it." Yuan Xing sighed and stroked his hand on the other person's head. Well, the monk's head was indeed different. Then he slapped it with a "slap". "I slap my hands when I touch it, and I quickly shave my head."
Chapter completed!