Forestry looked at the small writing in the gap, took out a dagger, and scratched it towards the paper on which the scriptures were inscribed. Don't ask where the dagger came from, the plot needs it.

While scraping, he muttered, "Xiao Zhang, it's not that I cut off your way of life, I've really read too many novels, those who leave a line in everything and give future generations a cool time, and they all regret it in the end, either by later generations, or scolded by readers, don't blame me!" ”

"Big deal, if I'm still there, I'll compensate you more!" There is no sincere guarantee, and the pages are scraped one by one.

If the monks in the temple see it, a great mercy palm is inevitable.

Faintly, Forestry seemed to hear someone pronouncing a sentence against him, "Forestry, according to Article 324, Paragraph 1 of the Criminal Law, you have committed the crime of intentionally damaging cultural relics, and the circumstances are serious, and you will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years... ”

Shaking his head vigorously, he threw the mess out of his head and continued his feat.

In order to avoid serious damage and being caught by the Shaolin Temple on the spot, it took a pillar of incense for forestry to completely destroy the mantra of the Jiuyang Sutra without affecting the appearance.

Relaxed exhaled a long breath, the purpose of coming to Shaolin Temple this time was successfully completed.

Looking at the Jiuyang Sutra on the white silk, Forestry had an unpleasant urge not to practice, but thinking that this was someone else's territory after all, it was better to keep a low profile.

Those arrogant behaviors of pulling (4) on other people's boundaries and borrowing paper from him, forestry did not have the confidence to do it at this time.

After collecting his heart, he put the white silk close to his body, looked at the Lenga Sutra on the table, and continued the unfinished work of copying books.

......

"Master Abbot, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

In Master Huizhen's meditation room, Forestry came to ask the abbot for his resignation.

"Amitabha, all the Buddhist scriptures that Lin Jushi wants have been copied? The temple has a wide collection of Buddhist scriptures, so why not stay here for a few more days. ”

Abbot Huizhen looked at the forestry standing in front of him, and his eyes revealed appreciation.

Outsiders stay in Shaolin Temple, and as the abbot of the temple, they will naturally keep an eye on his whereabouts at all times in case of disadvantage. Since Forestry moved into Shaolin Temple, he has been staying in the room and copying Buddhist scriptures and has never gone out.

Such a filial person, Master Huizhen naturally likes it.

In particular, this filial son also offered a large amount of incense money for the temple, if he was accepted as a disciple of my Shaolin Temple......

Hui Zhen couldn't help but think.

Now that the market is sluggish and the situation is turbulent, the business of Shaolin Temple has shrunk a lot, and the Quanzhen Sect is powerful, and there is not much income, so it is all dependent on sitting and eating empty. It's really hard to do. It's just that......

Looking at the handsome and dashing young man in front of him, Hui Zhen couldn't help but shake his head, this young man is generous, talks decently, and must have a good family background.

Hearing the abbot's intention to stay, Lin Lin sighed: "The breadth of your temple's collection of books makes me very admired, if you have leisure, you can hope to stay a few more days, copy all the scriptures in the temple, and add a congratulatory gift to your mother." However, my mother's birthday is approaching, and I have to focus on selecting a few books. ”

The corners of Hui Zhen's mouth raised slightly and said: "This temple contains a lot of Buddhist scriptures, if the layman copies it alone, I am afraid that it may not be able to be copied for several years, and I am afraid that the birthday of Lingtang will not be able to catch up." ”

"That's right, the scriptures of your temple contain great wisdom, and the disciples also want to complete the transcription, but the mother's birthday is approaching, just in case, the disciples want to leave as soon as possible, so as not to be sick on the road and delay time. Therefore, although I was reluctant, I had to go back.

Fortunately, the Buddhist scriptures she reads most often have all been copied by her disciples, although there are not many, but they must be enough to make her old man happy. ”

"It's ......" Master Huizhen nodded in agreement: "The scriptures contain great wisdom, and great truths lie in refinement, not more." And being a parent is not about how much your children have paid, as long as you see your filial piety, it is the greatest gift to them. ”

"What the abbot said is exactly what the disciple thinks," Lin Lin agreed to respond: "There is indeed great wisdom in the Buddhist scriptures, and the disciple has only copied them for a few days, looking at the mysteries of these scriptures, as if the whole person has been baptized, and compared with before he came, he has a different idea of looking at the past things." This trip to Shaolin has benefited me a lot! ”

"Amitabha," Master Huizhen heard and said with a smile: "In this case, after Lin Jushi celebrates the birthday of Lingtang, he can come to the temple again, and we will open the door to convenience." ”

For the heroic filial son of forestry, Huizhen said, give me another dozen.

"Thank you for the kindness of the master, when my mother's birthday passes, the disciple will definitely visit, and I will leave!" He bowed and walked away slowly.

When I walked to the lobby, I happened to meet the little monk who had served in forestry.

He walked towards the forestry industry and said with a little reluctance: "Is Lin Jushi going to leave now?" ”

"That's right, my mother's birthday is approaching, and I have to leave early. Little master, take care of yourself. patted him on the shoulder, for this simple little monk, forestry still has a good sense.

"Be careful all the way," the little monk's eyes were slightly red, and he reluctantly showed a smile, and said: "The little monk still has homework to do, so he won't send it to the layman, but the little monk will pray for the layman every day to bless your family with peace and longevity." Please take care. ”

"Then Lin will thank the little master. Farewell, take care! Turning to leave, when he reached the gate, he waved his hand, "Go back." ”

Looking at the back of Forestry leaving, the little monk wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and stopped for a long time.

"Jueyuan, you're here." A slightly older little monk ran around the corner and said to the little monk standing in the lobby: "Lin Jushi has left, and the master asked you to clean up his room." ”

"Ah, okay," came back to his senses, and the little monk named Jueyuan hurriedly replied, "I'll go over immediately." ”

After saying that, he ran towards Forestry's room.

When I came to the front of the release, I pushed open the door and looked at the familiar room, but the person had already left, and I was a little sad for a while.

Growing up in a temple since he was a child, Forestry was the first outsider to contact him for so long, plus Forestry had a gentle personality and spoke politely, so it only took a few days to make Jueyuan have a lot of admiration.

I don't know when I will see you again when I leave this time, so I miss it for a while.

I calmed down and began to tidy up the slightly messy room, mainly the waste paper for copying scriptures.

After arranging the paper, I was about to sit down and rest, and I looked down at the Ranga Sutra on the table.

"This Ranga Sutra is said to have been written by the Bodhidharma Patriarch himself, and the little monk should take a good look at what is special." He sat on the ground and read the Ranga Sutra.

In the middle of the sound, Jueyuan, who had finished turning the entire scripture book, closed the scripture book, put it in his hand, and thought puzzledly, "There is nothing special, it is no different from other Ranga Sutras in the temple." ”

It's just that when I occasionally see the marks in the cracks of the book, I feel like I've lost something.

Shaking his head, he took the Ranga Sutra and the other scriptures and ran towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

On the winding mountain road, Forestry Forestry, who was descending the mountain, remembered something, "I forgot and didn't ask who Jueyuan was, this is Zhang Sanfeng's master, this time I took the Jiuyang True Scripture, and it can be regarded as saving his life." I'm definitely a real person. ”