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Yun Qi was placed in the guest room of the mountain behind the Yunyin Temple, which was already in the deep mountains, and this guest room was far away from the mountain gate, so it seemed more secluded.

The cicada noise forest is more quiet, the birdsong mountain is more secluded, this poem is the most suitable for use in the Yunyin Temple, in the ears of Yunqi, the temple is a little too quiet, except for the cicada and the bird, there is almost no other sound, the monks in the temple speak very quietly, the footsteps are also gentle, it seems that they are afraid of frightening this quiet mountain.

Only the sound that comes out from time to time echoes for a long time in this silent mountain, and every sound is like knocking on the heart, making people forget their troubles.

The medicine on the body has been replaced, the wound was treated by the monk Fuyuan in time, but there was no inflammation, after the monks in the temple treated the wound, and wrapped Yunqi's shoulder and back with clean gauze, the wound on the back is relatively large, but not deep, but the wound on the calf is just the opposite, very deep but not big, fortunately it did not hurt the bone, as long as you recuperate for some time, it can slowly heal.

It's just that there is a lot of blood loss, Yun Qi always feels a little weak, dizzy, and always seems to be half-asleep and half-awake, but if he really wants to sleep, it seems that he can't sleep.

The food in the temple is very light, and Yun Qi has already been mentally prepared for this. Dinner was very simple, a bowl of rice, two plates of vegetables, Yun Qi looked at the food in front of him, and smiled at the monk who sent the meal: "Master, do you usually eat this at night?" ”

In Fujian over the years, Yunqi has also changed a lot in terms of diet, as a fisherman, the most important thing is seafood, so although the pigs, cattle and mutton have eaten less in recent years, there will be no shortage of shellfish and fish in every meal, even if they eat rice or boiled noodles, they often throw some seafood into it, so when Yunqi saw such a simple dinner, he really felt a little surprised.

Who knew that the master heard Yun Qi's question, but looked at Yun Qi in surprise, and then clasped his palms together and said: "Master Yunshi, the monks in our temple have always inherited the tradition of not eating at noon, and all the monks don't eat dinner, and today it is because of you that you specially made dinner." ”

"Don't eat for lunch?" Yun Qi was stunned, what kind of rule is this?

"Well, the donor doesn't know that this is a precept made by the Buddha for a monk bhikshu, which is called 'not out of season' in the Vinaya. In other words, you can't eat at any time other than what is permitted. It is not allowed to eat until dawn after the sun reaches noon. The monk explained.

Oh my God, do they only eat two meals a day?

If you really don't eat for such a long time from the beginning of the afternoon to the dawn of the next day, won't people starve to death?

Fujian people like to drink tea, so there is a culture of morning tea and evening tea, and the so-called morning tea and evening tea, in fact, is not only tea, but also a lot of dim sum, dim sum is not much different from the main meal, so many Fujian people eat four or five meals a day is a common thing, and now suddenly a day has become two meals, so how can it stand it?

Yun Qi felt a darkness in front of him.

The monk saw Yun Qi's face and knew his thoughts, so he couldn't help but smile: "Master Yun, you don't have to worry, you are not a monk of our temple, you don't have to abide by this rule, and you are a wounded person, your body is weak, you need to replenish your body more, the abbot has instructed us, starting tomorrow we will go up the mountain for you to pick some herbs and make some meals alone, so that your injuries can heal faster." ”

Yun Qi breathed a sigh of relief and asked the monk, "I haven't asked the master yet, how do you call him?" ”

"Poor monks are wise."

After dinner, the sky darkened, it was the time when the tired birds returned to the forest, there were countless birds flying back and forth in the sky, chirping, "Dong ......" suddenly came a long drum sound, dull and thick, the monk Zhixing hurriedly put away the dishes and chopsticks, and said to Yun Qi: "Master Yun, please rest in peace early, the temple has started to do evening classes, if there is something, wait until I finish the evening class." ”

"Master Zhixing, you're busy with you." Yun Qi is a little embarrassed, he is a big man, now not only has to be sent by others to eat, but even the dishes have to be washed by others, it really disturbs others, if the body recovers in the future, he must do more things for the temple to make up for the guilt of these days.

The night is gradually falling, the light outside the door is gradually dimming in Yun Qi's bored eyes, the light seems to have long legs, playfully playing hide and seek with you, it does not move for a long time, but when you are stunned, it jumps forward quickly, and it is also a little dim.

The chanting of the monks and the sound of the bell came from afar, the sound seemed to be far away, and seemed to be very close, when he was a child, Yun Qi had also heard the sound of the temple's chanting, at that time he just felt fresh, he followed behind his grandmother, walking around the temple, Yun Qi was afraid to see those hideous statues, always felt that those statues did not look like good people, when he came home at night, he would even dream of it. But Yun Qi likes the smell of sandalwood in the temple, the fragrance is faint, there is a calming power, Yun Qi also likes the sound of the monks chanting, and feels that those monks seem to be singing, singing a strange song, but when he was a child, Yun Qi always felt that this kind of song made people drowsy, and every time he listened to it for a little longer, his eyelids would fight and he would doze off.

Now, my grandmother is gone, alone, lying in a strange place, listening to the sound of those chants, but suddenly I have a different feeling, the voice is full of peaceful sounds, although there are high and low, but the high is not harsh, the bass is like a turn, the voice seems to be a pair of gentle hands, caressing your nerves, so that you can't help but quiet down, Yun Qi's restless heart gradually calmed down in this chanting, Yun Qi seems to have returned to the boat again, how many times at night, looking at the starry sky, under him is the undulating waves, The waves beat the side of the boat one by one, with a bang, the boat swayed from side to side, very rhythmic, Yun Qi liked this feeling very much, and seemed to return to his mother's arms, that was his long-term memory, there should be his mother's hand, mother's temperature, and his mother's gentle whisper.

Tears suddenly flowed out of Yun Qi's eyes, and in this Buddha sound, Yun Qi seemed to see his mother's face again, and remembered his mother's warm embrace.

The sound of chanting lasted for a long time, Yun Qi listened to it so obsessively, he often felt a warm stream of water flowing from the top of his head, washing his whole body, washing away his bitterness, washing away his attachment, and washing away his angry emotions.

I don't know when, Yun Qi fell asleep in the sound of these chants.

When I woke up, it was early dark, and there were already some voices in the courtyard, although they were still talking carefully and walking quietly, but in this silent mountain, it was still easy to be captured by Yun Qi.

After lying on his stomach for two days in a row, people felt stiff, tried to move, and found that he could actually move slightly, and he couldn't help but be happy, and slowly sat up from the bed, and the chest and abdomen were finally separated from the bed board and could breathe freely, which made Yun Qi feel extremely happy, and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

There is a crutch standing next to the bed, which was brought by the monk in the temple, about before there were people in the temple who suffered leg injuries, this crutch has been some years, but it is still strong, Yun Qi tried to stand up, slowly stood up, when exerting force, the leg suddenly hurt, but after standing upright, it was not very painful, which made Yun Qi breathe a sigh of relief, if he could only lie on the bed every day, people would suffocate to death.

The pillar crutches moved out of the house little by little, and he was not in a hurry, anyway, there was nothing wrong, as long as the legs were not raised high, or bent, it would have no effect, Yun Qi even felt that even if he did not crutches, he could walk out slowly.

When he was about to get to the door, there was a sudden darkness outside the door, and the monk named Zhixing hurriedly crossed the threshold, holding a basin in his hand, some water in it, and a handkerchief, Zhixing didn't expect Yun Qi to get up alone, startled, hurriedly put the basin aside, stepped forward to support Yun Qi, and blamed: "Master Yunshi, your injury is not healed, how can you move casually, hurry back to the bed!" ”

Yun Qi shook his hand: "Master Zhixing, it's really uncomfortable to lie on the bed, the whole person feels stiff, I want to go out and walk, move, the wound may recover faster." ”

Zhixing thought about it, and was not reluctant, so he helped Yun Qi out of the door, and then briefly introduced the general scope of the temple to Yun Qi, while the two were talking, many monks hurriedly passed by them, and rushed to the east, Yun Qi asked strangely: "Master Zhixing, what are these masters doing?" ”

Zhixing smiled when he heard this, pointed to the east and said, "That is the place where we practice, and every morning, the monks in the temple have to go over to practice for an hour. ”

Warrior monk practice? Yun Qi's eyes lit up, and the scene of those warrior monks fighting with the Japanese invaders flashed in front of him again, especially the big monk who was in the lead, his skills were never seen in Yun Qi's life, and their stick method was probably practiced in the temple, and I didn't know that the monks couldn't let outsiders see their functions, so I really wanted to take a look.

"Does the donor want to see us practice?" Zhixing saw Yun Qi's eyes shining and guessed his thoughts.

"Master, can I watch it?" Yun Qi asked hesitantly, in the martial arts, there is generally a lot of emphasis on martial arts, each family has its own stunt exercises, and it is easy not to flow out, and even in a family, there are rules for passing on children but not daughters, not to mention that outsiders want to see it, I heard that many people who want to steal teachers and learn arts, if they are discovered, they will break their legs, and even more serious are directly put in a sack and sink into the river.

Yun Qi knew about these taboos, so he was very surprised that Zhixing actually asked him this question.

"Hehe, it's okay to see, the abbot has never forbidden others to watch us practice, and has let us go down the mountain many times over the years, teaching the residents of the mountain some rough kung fu, so that they can have a certain amount of self-preservation power when they meet the Japanese Kou, but ask us, kung fu must be passed on to people with square hearts, not to do evil, when the abbot looked at you yesterday, he saw that you have a good heart and are upright, but there seems to be some anger in your heart, the abbot said, I hope you can use Buddhism to eliminate these anger between this recuperation, so that your heart is free of obstacles, Thoughtful. Chi Heng explained.

Angry? Yun Qi couldn't help but be surprised, he has been thinking about revenge all these years, that family feud is like a nail, nailed to his heart, always stirring himself up, countless times in his dreams, he wielded a big knife, slashing frantically among countless enemies, looking at the flying blood, the screaming crowd, my heart is very happy, but every time I wake up, I find that it is always a dream, always a fantasy.

Yun Qi firmly believes that one day, these dreams will come true, and one day, his revenge will be avenged.

Is this obsession just anger?

Hoo, ha, hoo, ha. There was a neat shout in the distance, which was the sound of the warrior monks when they practiced, neat and powerful, and the sound of footsteps falling to the ground and the wind of the dancing sticks could be vaguely heard.