After a long time, neither of them reached the top of the mountain. In order to wait for Huo Xue, Yanxin stopped at the stone on the side of the mountain and waited for her several times. Then he said with a strange look, "Yanshan, your physical fitness is really good."

"I thought monks wouldn't lie." Huo Xue raised her eyes and laughed.

Huo Xue sat down next to Yanxin with that force, and took the rest time to put the mud next to the shoes on the weeds next to the side, but even so, there was still a clear and unfading color next to the shoes.

Yan Xin held her chin and looked at her and came to a conclusion. "It's true, Yan Rong."

"Everyone in the mountains grows their own fruits and vegetables. But sometimes when there is a reduction in yield, they also need to pick some herbs to go downstairs to exchange for food. Many people below know the name of Master, but if there is no big deal at home, few people are willing to go up the mountain because the mountain road is really hard to walk."

"Don't you see these two mountains not high, it takes two hours for ordinary people to get up."

Huo Xue listened and was about to reply, but she found that the figure of the little monk was gone in front of her. A few wild fruits suddenly dropped from the tree, and then the little monk in a gray robe jumped down easily, and he threw the fruits to Huo Xue.

The gray monk's wardrobe left a wide strait in the air, and his feet fell to the ground silently!

Huo Xue's eyes darkened, and she suddenly looked up at him. But the latter explained to her calmly. "Junior brother, don't buy fruits at the foot of the mountain next time. There are so many on the mountain that we can't finish it."

Huo Xue nodded with her lips and expressed her approval of Yanxin's words, and then asked the next sentence, with a look in her eyes, "How long does it take for Yanxin, you usually climb up the mountain?"

Yan Xin did not realize Huo Xue's strangeness and continued, "We usually go up and down the mountain not called climbing, but running the mountain. It takes a long time to run down the mountain, but it only takes one stick of incense."

Although I don’t know how long it will take for a stick of incense, Huo Xue knew that if Yan Xin really ran away, he might be thrown far away.

Then Huo Xue's eyes froze on Yan Xin's head, "Yan Xin, why are there six dots on your head?"

When he mentioned this, a hint of pleasure obviously floated in his eyes, and the sound was as clear as a clear spring. "This is a scar. It is burned with mugwort. The more scars it means that the monk will receive the more precepts it will be, which means the clear heart."

Huo Xue was stunned, and Yan Xin comforted him with clarity. "But, you don't need to order now."

"Why?"

"The Buddhist Council said that burning the ring scars hurts the body a few years ago, but it was no longer allowed to be taken." When Yan Xin said this, he suddenly remembered something and looked at Huo Xue with a serious expression, "By the way, you have to recite the seventy-character poem before entering the temple."

"Seventy-six-character poem?"

Yan Xin nodded with a firm look, "Yes, remember to blurt out. Yan Rong, I will recite it again now and you must remember it."

"The blessing, wisdom, wisdom, and wisdom can be realized. Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Taoqing is the same as the Xuanzu. The pure and quiet true as the sea, the pure and quiet pure. The virtue is eternal, the wonderful body is always strong. The heart is bright and deep, and the nature is clear and wise. The Zen is sincere and kind, and the original is cautious and supportive. Xueting is the mentor and leads you back to Xuan's road."

Huo Xue listened to Yan Xinnian's poem, and recited it silently several times in her heart, then asked some words that she couldn't hear clearly. When the two of them were about to cross a mountain, Huo Xue remembered it completely.

At this time, Yan Xin explained, "When the monks go out to study, they will know which sect he is from which generation is the same as this seventy-character poem. We are the Yan generation in the sentence "The virtues are eternal and the wonderful body is always strong." Master named me Xin, intending to be wise and sincere."

After hearing Yan Xin's words, Huo Xue had a question and could not explain clearly, "Why is the master's Dharma name Jinghui, not Yonghui?"

"Junior brother, remember that if you want to ask the senior next time, you must not say it rashly." When he said this, Yan Xin's smile stopped, his eyebrows were stained with seriousness, and his tone was no joke.

Huo Xue: "What do you ask?"

"You can call it as the upper and lower." Yan Xin said.

Huo Xue raised her eyes and then asked, "What is the master's upper and lower part?"

"Master is from Yong, with Yong and Qing, and is called Shi Yongqing. The two words "Jinghui" are just honorific titles given to him by people from other people. People in the world will shout like this." Yan Xin walked on the mountain road with his steps so relaxed that he could not be relaxed, without any breath, and even a slight breath. "There are Shaolins everywhere in all directions. Everyone must inherit the genealogy of the 'Seventy-Character Poetry'. In the future, who would say that he was from Shaolin, but the Dharma name was not arranged according to the 70-Character Poetry, he was a lay disciple, and he was not recorded in the genealogy of the Shaolin generation."

Hearing this, Huo Xue was completely stunned, "Why can I record it in the genealogy of Shaolin generation?"

At this time, Yan Xin clasped his hands together and looked at Huo Xue.

"Amitabha, after converting to Shaolin, he is an authentic Buddhist disciple. Only authentic Buddhist disciples will give the words in the genealogy of Shaolin. For lay disciples who have not converted to Shaolin, this word can be given or not. I think you should know that the martial arts star Shi Xiaolin did not give him the words."

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