"When I heard this, at one time, the Buddha arrived at the Lonely Garden in the Guardian Country, and was joined by a thousand two hundred and fifty monks of the Great Bhikkhus. Now, hey, are you listening? Chen Lanruo took the already broken Diamond Sutra and slapped it on Youchuan's head.

When she was reading the scriptures, Han Youchuan's head was already quietly lowered, and when she read the second sentence "Ershi", a slight snoring sounded on time, and it was really comfortable to blame the futon.

"Ah, what, I'm listening, look at you, knock off another page, see what the old monk says about you, let me tell you, although the old monk doesn't say it, he looks at this scripture very preciously. Youchuan tore off a large piece of fallen pages on his head, and then intimidated Chen Lanruo.

"If you want to take care of it, just listen to it, this girl is not afraid of the old monk, it doesn't matter if this book is scattered, it's a big deal to copy another copy for him" Although he said so, Chen Lanruo still snatched the fragment from Han Youchuan's hand and sandwiched it in the book.

If the old monk knew that he had let Lan Ruo hold the scriptures because he was afraid that I Han Youchuan would break up, and he would be treated like this by Lan Ruo, cough cough, don't think about the old man being angry.

The early morning sun spread out and shone nine feet and three feet in the room, just as high as Shakyamuni.

Chen Lanruo and Han Youchuan are just one person and one futon, side by side cross-legged facing Shakyamuni Buddha, sitting in this late autumn sun.

The lazy and beautiful chanting, as well as the occasional slight soothing sound or two, and the occasional breeze blowing the leaves outside the door, is another quiet late autumn of the year.

Chen Lanruo should be fourteen years old this year, and Youchuan's age can't be calculated, so he also followed Chen Lanruo with a shy face as if he was fourteen years old. Maybe it's because the sun is too warm, or maybe the futon is really too comfortable, Han Youchuan slept so fragrantly, Chen Lanruo's voice reading the scriptures became smaller and smaller, and slowly she tilted her head and leaned towards Youchuan next to her, and the two of them sat and leaned against each other, and they both fell asleep.

A small ant passing by at the door was diligently carrying a grain of rice to store winter food, perhaps it was dropped by Youchuan during breakfast, or it was left by Chen Lanruo.

One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, Amitabha, all things exist with cause and effect.

"Amitabha. You two are so lazy!" The rare silence was broken by an angry Buddha name.

I think my old monk just went back to the room to make up for sleep, oh, no, just meditated and communicated with the Buddha for a while, and when I came out, I found that these two naughty boys had already fallen asleep in the morning class, Amitabha, angry with my old monk!

"Ah, knock! knock!" Chen Lanruo slept lightly, and woke up immediately after hearing that the old monk was coming, but found that he was sleeping on Youchuan's shoulder, and immediately became angry, and casually pushed Youchuan, who had just taken advantage, to the ground.

Of course, she took the initiative to lean her head on Youchuan, and Youchuan took advantage of it, and there was no reason.

"Whew. Call. Han Youchuan's head fell to the ground, and he hadn't woken up yet. The two blows when his head fell to the ground because of the elastic force made Chen Lanruo feel painful to look at, and Youchuan, who was sleepy, was still snoring like thunder.

"Wake up, wake up, let you recite the Sutra, how can you fall asleep. Chen Lanruo woke up Youchuan by slapping her face and pinching her nose, as if she was not asleep or lazy. This kind of work is also what she learned from Han Youchuan, after all, the two get along day and night for many years.

"Hmm, hmm, ah, you're here too, old monk. Come, sit, the futon has just been warmed by me, it's cold, and it's comfortable to sit on. When Youchuan saw the old monk with an angry face standing in front of him, he stood up and tried his best to invite the old monk to take a seat.

"Ah, I'm really tired from reading the scriptures all morning!"

。 "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, why did I pick up such a bad thing?" Rao is old monk's face that has lived for a thousand years was also compared to Youchuan.

If it is really a generation of talented people, one generation is stronger than the next. The old monk had to sigh silently in his heart. "It's all your fault!"

In the large mountains and forests behind Lanruo Temple, Chen Lanruo pointed to Youchuan who was holding his head and looking at the sky as he walked. "Aren't you asleep too? Don't you see the old monk like that, and we have to do the work of chopping wood for the winter. Dry early, get rid early. Youchuan changed his posture, put the core of the firewood knife on his shoulder, put his hands on it and said as he walked.

"Anyway, I don't care, you cut the firewood today" Chen Lanruo was still angry because he was punished for chopping firewood.

"Then you can carry it back. Yukawa rolled his eyes

"Carry it yourself!"

"Then what are you doing!"

"I see you chopping wood. ”

"You have eyes so small that you can see?"

"I'm going to kill you. ”

"Amitabha, you've killed someone. Kill!"

The two of them walked noisily all the way to the depths of the forest, and the autumn woods looked a little gloomy, especially when the whole forest was full of fallen leaves.

"Hey, I heard that there is a large plane tree in Kyoto that doesn't lose its leaves. When it snows in winter, it must be very beautiful," Chen Lanruo said longing as she walked.

"Who did you listen to, you haven't even gone out of Bei'an. ”

"Who do you care I listen to, have you been?"

"Cut, I'll find time sooner or later. ”

"You, come on, my way to Bei'an is still what I led you to find. ”

"It was my first time!"

"Sophistry. You can't tell the difference between east and west, north and south. ”

"Shared. . . Although Youchuan remembered the scene of the first time he went to Bei'an Town, his face was red, and he still argued with a hard mouth that he could distinguish between east and west, north and south, after all, he had not found his way back after turning around in two streets for a long time, which also made Chen Lanruo laugh for a whole month.

When the sun set, the two of them returned to Lanruo Temple with firewood on their backs

found that there was one more person at the entrance of the temple, in the past, it was the old monk who was alone at the small stone table at the entrance of the temple to drink tea, and then watched Youchuan quickly drink the last bowl of tea when he walked to the tea table, and tried it repeatedly.

This time there was one more, one more person who looked cold.

Very cold does not refer to his appearance, nor does it refer to his aura. When he sat there, it made people feel very cold, and it felt as if winter was coming, and it was going to snow.

It seems that he should find a stove to bake, the kind of cold is cold to the bottom of the heart, so cold that people can look at it at a glance, and they can't remember his appearance but remember the cold of the heart.

"Old monk, wait a minute. Youchuan just shook his head, stepped on his feet twice, and seemed to feel a little cold in his body, but he didn't care, after all, it was late autumn, and it was normal for it to be cold.

His attention was now focused on the bowl of tea on the small table in front of the old monk.

(End of chapter)