Mu Yan is sorting out the books on the bookshelf, and is going to pick out the ones you don’t read and put them in another place to change to some new ones.

Tuoba Yan ran in with Xiao Xing'er in his arms like a gust of wind, holding Xiao Xing'er's favorite wooden sculpture in his hand, while Xiao Xing'er was holding the string of Buddhist beads given to him by Monk Xuanku in his hand, holding it in his hand to put it on for him.

"Mom, it's not good!" Tuoba Yan ran to Mu Yan and said to Mu Yan with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" Mu Yan held several books in her hand, and did not look back, and asked.

"That monk, he has a crush on me!" Tuoba Yan said to Mu Yan.

"Ah?" Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, put down the book in her hand, and turned around and saw Xiao Xing'er hanging the string of Buddhist beads on her neck. Her white and tender little face was cute, blinking her amethyst-like eyes, and reaching out to Mu Yan for a hug.

Mu Yan hugged Xiao Xing'er and reached out to touch the string of Buddhist beads. The tentacles were slightly cool and the surface was a little rough. She didn't see what material it was. But when she first saw Xuan Ku, the string of Buddhist beads hung on Xuan Ku's neck. Xuan Ku was floating in the sea for so long, and the Buddhist beads were not lost.

The string of Buddhist beads is not very long, and the beads are not particularly large, but they still look too long when hung on Xiao Xing'er's neck.

"Is this what Xuan Ku gave to Xiao Xing'er?" Mu Yan asked Tuoba Yan, feeling that this Buddhist bead should be a very important thing for Xuan Ku. He was generous, which also shows that Xiao Xing'er's charm could not be stopped.

"Yes!" Tuoba Yan nodded, "The monk was so ignorant! He was so whimsical, saying that he wanted to take me as his disciple? He gave me a string of Buddhist beads and wanted me to follow him to be a monk. He dreamed!"

Tuoba Yan looked very unhappy. When he thought that Xuan Ku wanted to take Xiao Xing'er as his disciple, Tuoba Yan felt that he wanted to beat someone up. His little brother was so obedient and cute, and someone actually wanted him to be a little monk. It was too much!

Mu Yan smiled when she heard this: "Xiao Yan, you probably thought too much."

Tuoba Yan frowned: "The monk said in person that he wanted to accept my younger brother as his disciple. I hugged me and ran away, and he chased me out!"

"I believe he really wants to be Xiao Xing'er's master." Mu Yan smiled slightly and said, "But the monk's apprentice is not necessarily the little monk."

Tuoba Yan was stunned for a moment: "Mom, even if I worship that monk as my teacher, I don't have to become a monk? No, right! Even if I don't have to become a monk, there is no need to become a monk as my master, right? What kind of virtue does that monk have? My master must be of the same strength as my father and uncle!"

"Mom didn't say that you little brother would like to be his master. Xiao Xing'er is so stupid that she doesn't know anything. She doesn't need a master. It's enough to have you, brother." Mu Yan said with a smile.

"I'm not stupid, I'm the smartest!" This is the only thing Tuoba Yan would say to refute Mu Yan.

"Okay, your brother is the smartest. Take your smart brother to play. Xuanku has no bad intentions, don't be too nervous." Mu Yan handed Xiao Xing'er to Tuoba Yan again, but took away the string of Buddhist beads on Xiao Xing'er's neck. Xiao Xing'er didn't care at all. He hugged the puppet handed to him by Tuoba Yan, stretched out his white little fingers, and poked the puppet "Xiao Xinghan"'s face.

Both children went out. Mu Yan held the string of Buddhist beads in her hand and looked at them with a serious expression. She didn't see anything wrong. It seemed that they were ordinary Buddhist beads, and the workmanship was a bit rough.

Mu Yan put the Buddhist beads aside and continued to organize her bookshelf. After sorting them out, she took the string of Buddhist beads to find Xuan Ku.

After Xuan Ku had already taken a bath, he ate a vegetarian meal and changed into clothes. He was unwilling to wear clothes other than the monk's robe, but his luggage was thrown on Xingyue Island. The only one on his body was wrinkled and emitting the smell of sea water. The clothes Ling Shuang found him were very simple, so he changed it. However, Ling Shuang proposed to help Xuan Ku wash the monk's robe. Xuan Ku politely declined and wanted to wash it himself.

So when Mu Yan arrived at the living yard, she saw Xuanku squatting in the yard with a wooden barrel in front of him. He rolled up his sleeves and was carefully washing the gray monk's robe.

Hearing the footsteps, Xuan Ku looked up and saw Mu Yan, immediately got up, put down his rolled-up sleeves, tidyed up his clothes, then folded his hands together, and chanted: "Amitabha."

"Are Master Xuanku still used to it here?" Mu Yan said as she sat down at the stone table in the yard.

"Thank you, donor Ajiu." Xuan Ku nodded slightly, "But I have something to talk to donor Ajiu."

"Well, you said." Mu Yan nodded.

"I want to accept the youngest son of donor Ajiu as my disciple. I wonder what Ajiu's donor is thinking?" Xuan asked Mu Yan bitterly, looking very serious.

"Why?" Mu Yan asked back.

"That child has a lot of wisdom and is a person with deep Buddhist connections." Xuan Ku said.

"How did you see it?" Mu Yan asked curiously. Her youngest son has a deep relationship with Buddha? What a joke! If Xiao Xing'er really wants to become a monk, not to mention Mu Yan and Xiao Xinghan, Xiao Xing'er's masters can chop up Xuan Ku.

"I am looking at it with my heart." Xuan Ku said.

Mu Yan smiled: "I understand, what you mean is that even if you say it, I won't understand it, right?"

"Please donor Ajiu don't guess the meaning of me too much." Xuan Ku said to Mu Yan.

"Thank you for your love and appreciation, but my son will not become a monk. I will give you your Buddhist beads." Mu Yan threw the Buddhist beads back at Xuanku.

Xuan Ku reached out to catch it, held it in his hand, but did not put it on, frowned slightly and said, "Please think twice. Xing'er's little donor is really a child with a deep connection with Buddha."

"It's useless to think a lot. You stay here for one night. If you have any questions, please tell me. I'll take you to Bodhi Temple tomorrow." Mu Yan said, getting up and leaving.

As a result, Xuan Ku looked a little hesitant and quickly chased after him: "If the donor Ajiu just doesn't want Xing'er to become a monk, I can accept him as a lay disciple."

Mu Yan curled her lips slightly, stopped, turned around and looked at Xuan Ku and asked, "But my son is young and ignorant. He doesn't know what it means to become a disciple. Why didn't Master Xuan Ku wait for him to grow up before talking about it?"

Xuan Ku clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Ajiu, Xing'er's little donor is clear in his heart. He understands everything, but he can't speak yet."

"He is still young. Even if he is a disciple, he will not kneel down to you and offer tea for you. If he becomes sensible, he is unwilling to call you master?" Mu Yan looked at Xuan and asked bitterly.

"The fate of master and disciple is in the heart, and they are not bound by words and deeds." Xuan Ku said seriously.

"Okay, for your sincerity, from now on, you are the first one of my youngest sons and the only master at present." Mu Yan said to Xuan Ku.

"Thank you for your contribution, donor Ajiu," Xuan Ku said, and handed the Buddhist beads in his hand to Mu Yan, "This is for Xing'er's little disciple. Please donor Ajiu, donor Ajiu, help him collect it."

"What's the difference between these Buddhist beads?" Mu Yan did not refuse, and took them back, looking at Xuan and asked bitterly.

"If it is too long, donor Ajiu can change it to Xiao Xing'er, but please put all the Buddhist beads in it and don't lose it." Xuan Ku did not answer Mu Yan's question positively.

"You said you were traveling around and you came to the Divine Soldier City. You have a sect. How long can you stay in the Divine Soldier City?" Mu Yan looked at Xuan and asked bitterly.

Xuan Ku replied: "It depends on the will of heaven. I wonder what the name of Xing'er's little disciple is? I want to give him a Dharma name."

"His name is Xiao Tianyuan." Mu Yan said to Xuanku.

After hearing this, Xuan Ku shook his head: "It is really not necessary that the donor Ajiu put his ambitions on his children. Don't be greedy for power and let go of his obsessions."

"I don't want to argue with you about these things. Since I told you to be my son's master, I have no objection to give him a Dharma name, but there is a condition." Mu Yan said to Xuanku. After all, they are different people, and their ways of thinking are very different. Mu Yan respects Xuanku's kindness as a monk. Although Xuanku's simplicity seems a bit stupid to Mu Yan, if Xuanku is no longer simple and becomes scheming, he will not be Xuanku.

"Please speak by donor Ajiu, please tell me." Xuan Ku said to Mu Yan.

"It must sound nice, otherwise it won't work." Mu Yan said to Xuan Ku very seriously.

Xuan Ku shook his head slightly, and did not speak, obviously a little speechless to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan took the string of Buddhist beads and broke the rope of the Buddhist beads, with a total of 36 beads. Mu Yan took nine of them and made a small bracelet, preparing to take them to play with them for Xiao Xing'er. Mu Yan found a box to pack the remaining beads.

Early the next morning, Xuan Ku had already changed his clean and dry monk's robe. Mu Yan took Tuoba Yan and Xiao Xing'er to send Xuan Ku to Bodhi Temple together.

"Son, hold your brother to his master." Mu Yan said to Tuoba Yan when he was on the boat to Bodhi Island.

Tuoba Yan, who was holding Xiao Xing'er and watching the scenery, heard this and handed Xiao Xing'er over to Xuan Ku, who was sitting cross-legged on the boat and chanting sutras.

Xuan Ku held Xiao Xing'er in his arms, obviously not used to it, his hands were slightly stiff. Seeing the Buddhist beads hanging on Xiao Xing'er's thin wrist, his eyes were gentle, and he gently stroked Xiao Xing'er's hair. Xiao Xing'er seemed to be very interested in bald head, stood up in Xuan Ku's arms, stretched out his little hand to touch Xuan Ku's bald head.

Xuan Ku's expression was a little unnatural, but he sat there, hugging Xiao Xing'er steadily higher, and then let Xiao Xing'er touch his bald head with both hands. In the end, Xiao Xing'er couldn't feel happy and lay directly on Xuan Ku's naked head. She patted her hands and smiled happily.

Mu Yan said that she did not think that Xuan Ku was a person who spoke of right and wrong. This monk was a real monk with a firm mind and was determined to go to Buddha. He could not speak at all. However, Xuan Ku really liked Xiao Xing'er. Perhaps the child had a magic power that made Xuan Ku subconsciously want to spoil him and let him play tricks, and he didn't think that there was anything wrong with this.

When the boat arrived at Bodhi Island, Xuanku had learned how to hold the child. He hugged Xiao Xing'er steadily without moving his footsteps, flew down from the boat and landed on the island.

"Donor Ajiu, I have already thought of the Dharma name of the little disciple." Xuan Ku followed Mu Yan to Bodhi Temple and said as he walked.

"Let me tell me." Mu Yan said.

"Yuan Zhan." Xuan Ku said two words.

"Is Yuan Zhan? Not bad." Mu Yan nodded slightly. Buddhism has its own merits on the Dharma names and names. Mu Yan was quite satisfied with the one that Xuan Ku gave to Xiao Xing'er.

When I arrived at Bodhi Temple, I saw the ancient Bodhi tree that had been around for hundreds of years. Xuanku worshipped him very devoutly, and then followed Mu Yan into the temple.

Xuan Ku knew that the temple was just built not long ago. He looked around, then nodded slightly and said, "There is nothing wrong. I think donor Ajiu knows a lot about Buddhism."

"I didn't know much about it at first, so I specially studied it." Mu Yan said. Whether it is a house or the details in it, it was designed by Mu Yan. She knew that there were many things in it, so she specially studied it and did not build a temple she had imagined as she wished.

"There is no one here. Master Xuanku stays here. Every day I will send someone to deliver fresh ingredients. Master Xuanku will mention whatever he needs." Mu Yan said to Xuanku, "But the next thing to do is wash, cook, sweeping and ringing the bell. Master Xuanku did it alone."

"It's okay." Xuan Ku nodded slightly.

"We will go back first if there is nothing to do. From tomorrow, people will come to burn incense." Mu Yan said to Xuanku.

"I wonder when Yuan Zhan will come again?" Xuan Ku was concerned about when his beloved disciple would come to Bodhi Temple again, because Xiao Xing'er was still young, so it was definitely impossible for him to stay here with him.

"It depends on my mood. I will take him to see you when I have time." Mu Yan said casually.

Mu Yan left with her two children. Xiao Xing'er lay on Mu Yan's shoulder and waved her little hands with a bitter smile at Xuan. A faint smile appeared on Xuan's face, but Mu Yan didn't see it.

"Mom, I think the only thing I like is the monk's bald head, which is very fun to touch." Tuoba Yan said to Mu Yan. They all got on the boat. Tuoba Yan turned around and saw Xuan Ku standing at the door of Bodhi Temple and looking at this side.

Mu Yan curled her lips slightly: "What a nonsense to tell the truth."

Back at the Lord's Mansion of the Divine Soldier City, Mu Yan saw her group of masters appearing in front of her together, with seven old men and quite large formations.

"What's wrong? Is there something to do with me?" Mu Yan asked curiously.

"Stupid girl, I heard that you actually asked our little grandson to worship a monk as your teacher? What are you thinking?" Old man Cangsong was the first to attack Mu Yan, and as he said that, he snatched Xiao Xing'er from Mu Yan's arms.

"Yan'er, that monk has unknown origin. Xiao Xing'er is still young. What's the matter with worshipping Buddhism?" Qi Ying frowned and said to Mu Yan.

"Xiaojiu, my teacher doesn't agree! Go and tell the monk immediately, "Our Xiaoguai has nothing to do with him, and ask him to get out quickly, otherwise my teacher will kill him!" Shangguan said angrily.

...

The seven old men criticized Mu Yan with one word and another. The central idea was that they all disagree with their most precious little disciple, who actually worshipped a monk as his teacher, and firmly disagree!

Mu Yan held her forehead: "Stop! Listen to me!"

"Sister-in-law, what's going on? I heard that you asked Yuan Yuan to worship Xuan Ku as your teacher? That's not OK! I want to be Yuan Yuan's first master!" Xiao Yuesheng flew over.

"Stop talking, listen to me." Mu Yan said with a straight look, "The matter of becoming a disciple is just Xuan Ku, and I agree. Xiao Xing'er doesn't need to kneel down to him, and she won't call him master now. When Xiao Xing'er can speak in the future, whether to call Master Xuan Ku depends on his own mood, it is even more impossible to become a monk."

"What are you going to be a disciple?" Shangguan Ke asked with a frown.

"Of course there are benefits. First, Xuan Ku will stay willingly; second, when we encounter trouble, he will definitely help, and even if we don't help me, he will spare no effort to protect Xiao Xing'er; third, if we don't have to ask for his skills in the future, he will also rush to teach Xiao Xing'er, even if Xiao Xing'er may not even call him master." Mu Yan said calmly.
To be continued...