Not far from the foot of Dahuang Mountain is a lively town. Due to the large number of monks who come to Dahuang Mountain every day to collect monsters, the town can always gather capable people from all walks of life.
A pair of handsome boys and girls with unusually outstanding looks suddenly appeared on the street. One was a Taoist monk and the other a Buddhist monk. This attracted various vendors to rush forward to sell them.
"Beautiful lady, try this little ancestral beauty elixir. It's guaranteed to be a genuine product and it will guarantee that you will stay young forever and you will be 18 years old!"
"Hey, hey, don't squeeze me, this beauty, how many whitening pills would you like? As the saying goes, white skin can cover all ugliness. White skin is really good!"
"Take a look at my slimming pills. You've lost weight in no time. I see that your bones are amazing, and you are most suitable for the skinny route."
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Youtanhua raised his eyebrows, pushed Mu Fusheng in front of him with a dark expression, and whispered in his ear: "Little monk, your chance to show off has come, lead me to break through the encirclement."
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Amitabha, I have no choice but to have a tight budget. Can a poor monk beg for alms?"
Several vendors stared at Mu Fusheng, who was extremely sincere, and then looked at Utanhua.
Youtanhua smiled and said: "Don't look at me, I rely on him to support you."
In an instant, a cloud of dust rose up in front of the two of them. When the dust settled, all the vendors in front of them had disappeared.
"Little monk, I really have you." You Tanhua raised the corner of his mouth.
Mu Fusheng sighed: "The young monk really means this."
"Alchemy?" Udanhua raised his eyebrows, "Then why don't you ask me for alms? I am very rich."
Mu Fusheng's eyes lit up: "Senior, is it okay?"
Udanhua nodded in amusement.
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk sees that the donor is very destined to my Buddha. Can the donor do something convenient?"
Youtanhua's eyelids twitched, and he took out a black gold money bag from his sleeve and threw it in front of Mu Fusheng: "Here, take it, I will really have to rely on you to support me in the future."
Mu Fusheng took the money bag calmly and walked forward.
I saw a little beggar in rags and dirty clothes hiding in the corner and secretly looking at them.
He was holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. They were of various kinds. The arrangement was not pretty, but they looked very fresh. It looked like they had just been picked in the morning.
Seeing Mu Fusheng approaching, he timidly stood up and kowtowed to Mu Fusheng: "Brother, you and that sister are so beautiful. Can I give you a flower?"
After saying that, he seemed to feel that he was offended, and lowered his head in shame: "It's a gift. I don't want any money. Brother, you just said you wanted to beg for alms."
Mu Fusheng helped the little beggar up with both hands: "Little brother, what's your name?"
"I..." The little beggar hesitated in his eyes, and then lowered his head, "I don't have a name, they call me a native dog."
"The young monk's surname is Mu and his name is Fusheng. Can we make friends?"
The little beggar's dark eyes were bright: "Okay...okay! Mu Fusheng...big brother's name is really nice, can you give me one too? I...don't like native dogs."
Mu Fusheng took the little beggar's hand and wrote word by word on his open palm: "Mu, Ming, Mirror."
The little beggar opened his eyes wide and looked at the golden words on his palm, and murmured: "I have a name, my name is Mu Mingjing..."
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together and said: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. How can it cause dust? Dust is outside, but the heart is inside. Always brush it, and the heart is pure and dust-free. You can remember that you admire the mirror.
Down?"
Mu Mingjing nodded confusedly.
Mu Fusheng took out a delicate lotus flower from the bouquet, and then placed a spiritual stone in his hand: "This spiritual stone can help you refine your body, don't slack off."
Mu Mingjing held the spirit stone tightly in his hand, watched Mu Fusheng float away, and cried out loudly: "Brother Mu, where can I find you?"
"The young monk was born in the Tianshan Mountains and was taught in the Magic Mountains." came Mu Fusheng's ethereal voice.
Mu Mingjing was stunned. He didn't know how much this relationship would bring to his future.
Youtanhua was leaning in the shadow under the eaves, and Mu Fusheng walked towards her with a lotus in his hand, as if the darkness had been split open, shining a beam of bright sunshine into the dark corner.
Mu Fusheng handed the lotus flower to You Tanhua: "Senior, does it look good to give this to you?"
Youtanhua narrowed his eyes, stared at Mu Fusheng, raised his lips, and said, "It looks good."