Listening to Princess Iron Fan's words, the Bull Demon King gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I, the old bull, aren't easy to bully either."

Zhang Mingxuan looked at the scene with a cold reaction and immediately wanted to cry. This was the second time! He smiled and said, "It seems that everyone is still immersed in the afterglow of asking about Buddha. Let's enjoy a small story, which is also a Buddhist story."

The curtain below opened and appeared in a quiet temple. A little monk sat cross-legged in his yard and twisted his rosary beads in his hand and closed his eyes and recited the sutra: "When Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he survived all sufferings. Shariputra, the form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are the same. Shariputra, is..."

Someone said on the barrage: "This monk looks very familiar!"

Haha~ Isn’t this Ning Caichen?

That's right, it's him.

Ning Caichen became a monk!

...

A beautiful girl dressed in a farmhouse stretched out her head from behind the tree and smiled and shouted, "Little Monk!"

The girl jumped and ran to the little monk and said with a smile: "Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story again. Little monk, Little He-Shang--"

The little monk opened his eyes and sighed softly: "Oh..."

The monk said, "Ha~ What do Miss Xiu want to hear today?"

Miss Xiu sat in front of the monk and said with a smile: "Anything is OK." She supported her head and smiled slightly at the little monk.

The monk thought for a while and said, "Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he could no longer bear it.

One day, the thief came again, and he said to the thief, please put your hand in through the crack of the door, and I will give you whatever you want."

An old monk's voice sounded: "Put your hand in through the crack of the door, I will give you whatever you want."

The monk continued to preach, "The thief was so happy when he heard this, so he stretched his hand into the crack of the door. Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, and shouted: Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!"

Voice-over, the thief screamed: "Ouch! Stop hitting~~~Ouch~~~~~~~~It hurts! Ouch!! Stop!!! Ouch~~"

Voice-over, the old monk: "Return to Buddha!"

The young monk said, "That thief was so painful, he had no choice but to shout: Take refuge in the Buddha! Take refuge in the Dharma! Take refuge in the Sangha!"

In the voice-over, the thief shouted: "Oh~~ convert to Buddha!"

The old monk: "Convert to the law!"

Thieves: "Aowu~ convert to the law!"

The old monk: "Return to the Sangha!"

Thieves: "Ah~ Refute to the Sangha!"

The little monk smiled and said to Ah Xiu, "This is the famous story of the Three Refuges."

On the way to Journey to the West, Sun Wukong touched the tight spell on his head and said, "Hehe~ That's right, that's right! The monk is so hypocritical, full of compassion, and he is more ruthless than anyone else's."

Tang Sanzang recited "Amitabha" and said, "This is called a wake-up call!"

In the quiet temple under the small world, Ah Xiu said mischievously: "You are the Three Refuges, but I have four Refuges. Do you want to listen?"

The monk asked curiously: "What are the Four Refuges?"

Ah Xiu said, "Touch your hand over."

The monk hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and a string of rosary beads shaking on his wrist.

As the picture turned, the figures of the two disappeared, and the scene in the temple appeared, with fallen leaves flying and wooden fishes flying.

The song sounds: The autumn wind and fallen leaves rise lightly

Tap two or three times on the windowsill

The wooden fish paused and rang again

Combined with her quietly coming love

Prajna is clear and sound like the wind

Under the tree he spoke a Buddhist verse

Zen words ignorance and worldly love

She just wants to be by his side

Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusions

Think about both cause and effect and do homework

Devotion to the despair only after suffering

In the story under the tree

She dreams of converting quietly

It's his voice that comes to my heart

Still an unknown delusion.

In the picture, an old monk walked out of the Zen room, looked at the little monk and shook his head and sighed: "Disciple... that female donor is leaving?"

The monk whispered, "Master... My disciple told her Buddhist principles as usual. She went back."

Abbot: "Oh...go to recite the scriptures."

The monk stood up and walked towards the hall, suddenly stopped and said, "Master...afterwards...that female donor will not come again."

The abbot clasped his hands and lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha!"

The monk sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, the lights swaying, as if his body was trembling, and the sound of chanting the scriptures sounded: "Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha," the voice was rapid and uneasy.

The picture turned and appeared again in the small yard.

A Xiu smiled and patted the little monk's palm and said, "Return to Buddha."

Monk: "Ha, take refuge in the Buddha."

A Xiu took a photo and said, "Convert to the Law."

Monk: "Convert to the law."

A Xiu took a photo and said, "Return to the Sangha."

Monk: "Yeah! Take refuge in the monk."

Qixiu patted her gently and whispered: "Miss Congyixiu."

Monk: "Convert...huh?" was stunned.

A Xiu said nervously: "Say, Miss Congyi Xiu."

The moonlight was dim and the two figures gradually became unseen in the darkness.

Songs sounded: After the fourth conversion

Silence makes people under the tree feel sad

He held the hot palm tightly

Mottled and unconcealed desolation

Time flows quietly

It's his unspeakable sadness

Bury this section into the Buddha's niche and tie it up

The past is left to the west window

Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are delusions

Think about both cause and effect and do homework

Devotion to the despair only after suffering

Light and yellow twilight

He was awake and desperate under the tree

Only the silence of the ancient Buddha's green lamp

Convert to that past.

The monk sat in front of the Buddha and bowed deeply and murmured: "Return to the Conquer...Miss Show..." The darkness gradually swallowed his figure.

Above the clouds, a woman wiped her tears and said, "I actually cried."

The old man in Confucian robe shook his head and said, "The Buddhist severance of love has really caused many people to suffer!"

The old Taoist priest said disdainfully: "Who did they give up and believe in Buddhism, but who else did they blame?"

The barrage also became lively.

I cried!

I cried too!

How can a woman be disappointed with such a affectionate person?
To be continued...