Yuan Xiao had to go to the Scripture Pavilion once a week to sort out the books.

This work was supposed to be paid, until one time the steward of the Scripture Pavilion lost all his gambling money and couldn't get the money.

Yuan Xiao only said that he was not in a hurry, and as a result, he worked in vain for a whole year.

Yuan Xiao had asked the steward once before and wanted to get some work back, but the steward rejected him very justifiably.

"It's almost the New Year, I'm going to ask for weekly money, so that I can buy some New Year's goods. ”

"Didn't you always don't collect money before?" the steward's words almost didn't make Yuan Xiao angry.

"It was when you lost your money that I allowed you to take a reprie. ”

"As you know, gambling is a gamble that loses nine out of ten, and my money has not been won back yet. "The steward is extremely thick-skinned, and Yuan Xiao doesn't want to continue to waste time.

"Then I won't do it. ”

"You can't afford not to do it, it's your responsibility. ”

The steward's words directly raised the problem to the moral level, but Yuan Xiao was inexplicably blamed.

This work was originally normal, and the steward of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion spent money to buy Yuan Xiao's time. When the salary should be paid, it was precisely because of Yuan Xiao's sentence that he was not in a hurry that his taste changed. Although when he said this, he did so with good intentions.

I still remember the first time the steward saw him, the only applicant, the joy and gratitude, which made people cry.

And when something to be grateful for becomes a common sense day after day, it will cause a marginal effect, making people think that it is irresponsible if you don't do it, and even negative emotions such as resentment will arise because of it.

Same example.

A young man would give the beggar five dollars a day, until he found a girlfriend, and the money for the beggar became three dollars a day, and then they got married, and the money for the beggar was only one piece.

The beggar came to the door very angrily, "Why do you want to use my money to support your wife?"

This example is so common that it is called the marginal effect of gratitude.

However, Yuan Xiao's situation is a little special, although he has sternly refused the job, but these senior brothers don't know where they heard it, so they arranged him on, and they can't get a penny of compensation.

So the task of cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has become Yuan Xiao's responsibility, once there is any problem with hygiene, he is the first to be questioned.

No, it's garbage time for the Scripture Pavilion once a week.

With the cleaning tools in hand, Yuan Xiao went straight to the Scripture Pavilion.

At this point, there are very few people in the Scripture Pavilion, and the Lanshan Temple is not deep, and the Scripture Pavilion covers an area that is not large, so Yuan Xiao can completely clean the Scripture Pavilion inside and out in two hours.

Remove the book from the shelf, wipe the fingerprints and dirt on the book with a towel with a little humidity, and then use another clean towel to absorb the residual moisture, and sweep away the dust at the same time, which is considered a simple cleaning of a book.

Of course, this is just a general situation.

When encountering some books with a large number of borrowers, on this basis, it is necessary to repair the books, which is quite mind-consuming and time-consuming, so every time Yuan Xiao encounters this situation, he will involuntarily add fuel to the fire, so that these books that are facing damage will be laid off directly.

Once this kind of thing is done too much, it will naturally be more handy, but in just an hour, Yuan Xiao cleaned up most of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"What's the deal with this book?"

Yuan Xiao was holding a wax yellow cover cowhide book in his hand, with some simple symbols depicted on it, and some character movements composed of lines, roughly speaking, it should be a sword book.

It's just that this degree of shoddy work will appear in the scripture pavilion of Lanshan Temple, which is also surprising.

After all, the Lanshan temple is small, if it weren't for the books that had to be purchased, the steward wouldn't waste money, and such a sword book that looked like a children's book appeared here out of place, which made Yuan Xiao really a little surprised.

"The book still looks new, with no traces of being flipped, and it is clear that it is new. ”

Yuan Xiao patted the heavy dust on it, "Damn management, in order to get some oil and water, you can do anything!"

He was a little indignant, which was actually quite understandable from his point of view.

It is definitely better for the steward to buy some books that no one reads than to buy some books that everyone needs, and when there is no one to borrow books in the Scripture Pavilion, it is also the most comfortable time for him, and ninety percent of the money for each new book can fall on himself.

After all, books that no one borrows will not be so easily damaged, and they will naturally last longer.

"If this continues, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be books like sow postpartum care here. Yuan Xiao shook his head, and was about to put the book back into the shelf, when he suddenly saw a name on the back of the book.

He was originally in a somewhat depressed mood, but the moment he saw this name, he only felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and he trembled inexplicably.

Author: Master of Emptiness.

Who is this master of emptiness?

Let's put it this way, he is a monk, he practices zazen, ten years like a day, and he has not much attainment before the age of fifty, but he dreams for a thousand years, and he creates a sword of Buddhism and soars directly!

Of course, at this point in time, the Master of Emptiness was still doing nothing, and this book was created when he was forty-five years old, and it was the prototype of the Buddhist sword, but even he did not realize the great value of it.

Yuan Xiao, who was still sneering at this sword book just now, did not hesitate to stuff the kraft paper into his arms at this moment, and after taking care of no one around, he began to clean up diligently.

When he returned to his residence, it was already afternoon, Yuan Xiao ate some rice soup, washed his face, and hid in the bedroom to study the Buddha Gate Sword.

The soul of the so-called Buddhist sword lies in the sword intent, not in those flashy moves on the surface.

Otherwise, with the painting style of the master of emptiness, those childish movements like graffiti of a three-year-old child simply make people have no desire to look at it.

However, Yuan Xiao began to watch it on the premise of understanding its great value, so many places that looked shoddy and immature were all arranged by him to become a master of emptiness with good intentions and inspiration.

"The great sword is often not confined to the form, and is born from something, from nothing, and endlessly. Yuan Xiao thought silently in his heart, like a full and round egg, a slight crack appeared on the surface, although it was not enough for him to break out of the shell, but as long as he followed the traces of the shattering and continued to act, sooner or later he would be successful.

"Meow. ”

A soft voice sounded from outside the window, Yuan Xiao was alert in his heart, knowing that it was the little white cat who came back, so he sorted out the Buddha Gate Sword and stuffed it into his arms, and then ran to open the window.

The little white cat's pupils are shining, and its tail is raised high, like a warrior returning triumphantly, if it does not have a small piece of dried fish in its mouth.

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