[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've updated the wood in a few days, and I'll make up for it in the next few days, Khan~! Although the life of the ***************************** monastery is very hard, it is very regular, and the work and rest time of the dust purification is the same as that of the younger disciples, and when they get up at the end of each day, the older monks will chant in the main hall and do morning lessons, and the younger disciples will carry buckets to the stream below the mountain to get water to hone their minds.

The buckets are also exquisite, each bucket weighs about five kilograms, two is ten kilograms, the bottom of the bucket is cone-shaped, can not stand upright, the monks must run back to the monastery to beat the water, can not rest halfway, otherwise the water will be spilled.

There are dozens of large water tanks with a diameter of three meters and a height of two meters in the backyard of Bodhi Temple, young monks must fill the water tank before ringing the bell every morning, whether it is watering or drinking, anyway, the water in the temple for a day comes out of here, there are two large tanks that are different from others, there is a step made of wood next to the tank, which is specially prepared for dust purification, the five-year-old little fart child is too small, and the wooden water tank is half as high as standing and standing.

The bucket used to clean the dust was smaller than normal, and he only used one bucket at a time, filling two jars just long enough for the other monks to fill the rest of the jars, and after picking up the water, he could go to breakfast with the older monks who were doing the morning service.

This good habit was naturally taken down the mountain by the little bald head, at five o'clock in the morning, the little bald head whose biological clock is more accurate than Beijing time woke up on time, blinked his eyes, and subconsciously moved, only to find that he was actually held in the arms of his father.

The kind little bald head raised his hand and touched his father's head, Bai Xijing, who was not sleeping too deeply, immediately woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was almost kind in the eyes of his good son (?!) The little bald head blinked his eyes, "Dad, did you sleep well last night?" ”

Bai Xijing let go of the pure dust that was imprisoned in his arms without a trace, coughed lightly, and said against his will, "Okay." ”

The little bald head smiled with satisfaction, she got up with a bone, and began to get dressed, Bai Xijing was dumbfounded, this is the logic of Shenma Buddha?

Jingchen put on his sweater and pants and jumped off the ground, Bai Xijing finally couldn't help but speak, "What are you doing?" ”

"Carrying water...... "It's not right to think about it, yesterday she saw with her own eyes the pipe that will come out of the water, so, dad doesn't seem to need to carry water here, Jingchen tilted his head and recalled the master's earthly knowledge popularization course, and cut the railroad to the point, "I'll go to the morning exercise." ”

Bai Xijing thought of the routine on the mountain in hindsight, and thought that when he first came down the mountain, he was also all kinds of diligence, all kinds of exercises, and all kinds of unaccustomed things, but now, ...... Is it really depraved?

So, on the first morning after descending the mountain, the little bald head let the stupid father fall into a deep repentance of the Buddha.

After the confession, Bai Xijing fell back to Hongchen again, he supported his head with one hand, lay on the bed, and looked at the little bald head with an appreciative gaze and was busy in and out seriously, and finally, the little bald head stood in front of the bed, like an old pedant, he seriously pulled the zipper of the sportswear jacket, and said seriously to Bai Xijing, "The plan of the day lies in the morning, the master said, no matter where you are, you can't waste your cultivation, Dad, do you want to come together?" ”

"......" The stupid father, who was already a little blue and dark now, turned his head to look at the sky with the dawn looming outside the window, and shook his head decisively, it is more important to make up for sleep, and Ya has completely forgotten the silent confession to the Buddha five minutes ago.

The little bald head didn't mind, and ran to the entrance to change into sneakers and open the door to go out.

After five minutes in front of the elevator, the little bald head decisively decided to take the stairs.

Jinding Garden Community covers a wide area, although there are not many residents, but they can't bear to be rich and powerful people, in order to maximize the satisfaction of the owner, there are not only special sports fields, leisure gardens, small squares, but also tennis courts, basketball courts, and a bowling alley, you can simply make a mini entertainment center, of course, these entertainment facilities are only open to the residents in the community for free, and others, even the outermost gate of the community can not enter.

There are a lot of people exercising in the garden in the morning, mostly the elderly, and there are many people running in the sports field, mostly young people, but in the cold winter days, there are really few people who will come out at five o'clock to blow the cold wind.

Looking at the dark and empty playground, thinking about the hard-working brothers and nephews on the mountain, the little monk suddenly felt a little sad (?). ～）！

Sighing heavily like a little adult, the little monk threw off his two little short legs and started running, there was a bucket and the pressure of water, the little monk's energy was still very strong, and he didn't consume much, and he was full of endurance.

More than a dozen laps ran down, so hot that she was sweating profusely, but there was no consciousness of taking off her clothes, so she stopped to rest for a while, found a place with better air and began to box, Bodhi Temple's kung fu does not have a specific name, but the disciples of the warrior monk hall have been passed down from generation to generation, and there is no idea of teaching apprentices to starve to death in the temple, every disciple is taught seriously, of course, how much can be learned and to what extent, it depends on the individual's ability, the Buddha said: Creation!

Unfortunately, Jingchen is a very creative little monk, she has a very high talent in martial arts, and she learned to beat people before she learned to recite scriptures, so don't look at her young age, she is still very marketable in the Warrior Monk Hall.

The sky slowly became brighter, and the number of people exercising in the morning became more numerous, and it was estimated that it was about the end of the hour (about seven o'clock), and the little bald head was ready to go home, passing by the small square, I saw many old people posing as if they were boxing, but the punch was too slow.

Xiao Jingchen, who didn't know what Tai Chi was, thought that he had seen the martial arts in the world, so he couldn't help but stop and look, and an old man with silver hair in the front couldn't help laughing, "Children, do you want to practice together?" ”

The little bald head thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's not right to steal other people's martial arts." ”

The child's voice was very crisp and loud, and many old people in front of him heard it, and then looked at the serious and serious appearance of the little bald head, and couldn't help laughing, "Haha~, boy, if you can learn well, you won't be counted as stealing." ”

In other words, Tai Chi has become a popular method for the elderly to maintain their health, how can they steal it, these old men and old ladies are just looking at the little bald head and deliberately teasing her, but the little bald head doesn't know these at all.

Tai Chi originated in Wudang, in that era, all martial arts have a strict normative, monks should belong to the Shaolin faction, Shaolin monks will not and can not steal Wudang's Tai Chi, Bodhi Temple N years, I don't know that there is a boxing method in the world called Tai Chi, Jingchen is even more impossible to know, she clenched her fists impatiently, and asked seriously, "Really?" ”

"Of course." Several old men and women echoed, and the one at the head of the line beckoned to her, "Come here, grandpa will teach you." ”

"No, if you teach me, I have to apprentice, but I already have a master."

The little bald man's words made the old man stunned, he smiled and didn't care too much, but soon, his smile froze on his face, and he couldn't smile anymore, not only him, but other old people who practiced Tai Chi also stopped and stared at the little bald head in surprise.

I saw the little bald head pursing his small mouth, with a scholar-like rigor on his face, playing Tai Chi with one move and one style, starting from the starting style, turning, moving, pushing, blocking, it seems to be the same, much more like these old people who practice Tai Chi all year round, playing and beating, the little bald head suddenly stopped, looking at the old man blankly, "What's behind, you didn't play just now." ”

The old man was embarrassed, "Have you studied?" ”