In the blink of an eye, in the second year, Qin Kong was still in charge of cleaning, but he had more schoolwork, and he had to memorize Confucian classics in addition to studying scriptures. As a person becomes smaller, his brain seems to be brighter, and he learns very well, and Master is very pleased.

At the beginning of spring, the abbot went out of the customs, turned over the yellow calendar to see the days, and gave an order, and the whole temple went to the farmland and medicine garden in the back mountain to sow seeds. It's about a year's worth of livelihoods, and it couldn't be more important. In the city, Wa Qinkong had never done farm work, and at this time, he also took a small hoe and followed his senior brother to dig a pit. Although he was tired, he was also very happy, and he couldn't help singing a song that he liked very much in his previous life, but he was too forgetful, and he didn't realize that he actually hummed: "The tears in the palm of my hand are hot, I just want to be crazy for your three lives, the falling flowers are full of flowers and smell the fragrance of the piano, and wander between the world and you, if love is too desolate, I will accompany you to dream a dream to redeem all your tears...... Ah! "I hit the ass firmly,

When he turned around, he was shocked to see that his master was black-faced: "The Buddha Gate is pure, and the precepts have been forgotten?" "Well, the novice vows stipulate that monks should stay away from singing and dancing, and singing is a transgression.

Qin Kong turned his head to look at it, and saw that everyone present looked at him in surprise, terrible, and carried away.

At this time, the third senior brother came over and smiled: "It's okay, the little junior brother sings weirdly and beautifully." ”

The old monk Fuguang was looking at the pitiful little appearance of the little apprentice and was reluctant to start, just happened to come with a punching bag, he raised his hand horizontally and greeted the three disciples: "Say, are you a rebel?" ”

"Wronged." The third senior brother didn't want to be beaten in vain, and shouted to dodge.

The old monk still wanted to chase after him, but he was hugged by Qin Kong, and only said that he had listened to others sing when he was very young, and it was none of the third senior brother's business, so he gave up.

Qin Kong thought that this little episode had come to an end, but he didn't see the worried eyes of the master.

After the spring ploughing was completed, everyone relaxed, and the master consulted with the abbot all night, and called Qin Kong to him the next day.

"Yuanxing, you are naturally smart and extraordinary. Master has obtained the consent of the abbot to let you practice internal skills in advance. The old monk coughed a little embarrassed, took out a booklet without a cover from his arms and handed it over: "This exercise is the best method of building the foundation, come, teach you to recognize the pulse first." ”

Qin Kong's eyes lit up when he heard the word internal strength, he had seen the senior brother practice martial arts, the eaves walked on the wall to open the stele and crack the stone just waiting for leisure, he had long wanted to learn, but unfortunately the rules in the temple could only practice martial arts at the age of eight, and he was only envious, thinking that he could learn internal strength in advance, there was only excitement left in his heart, no matter what else, he couldn't see the strange look on the master's face, and he took it excitedly.

In this way, the first martial art he came into contact with was called the Nameless Heart Sutra. It wasn't until many years later that he learned that the master had deceived him, and the so-called Nameless Heart Sutra had a nice name "Tong Zi Su Xin Sutra", also known as "Tian Chan Tong Zi Gong......

In the first two years when he first entered the temple, he always clamored about going down the mountain in the future, and the master naturally didn't dare to let him know what kind of kung fu this was, so he tore off the cover. It's just that when he learned the truth, he had already identified with the identity of a monk and was used to the life of always accompanying the green lantern, so he didn't care when he smiled.

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Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

By the time he was seven years old, Qin Kong had fully integrated into the life of the monastery. And he learned to meditate, but I don't know if it's because he doesn't move, or if his stomach has adapted to it, he feels less hungry than before. This year, the life in the temple remains the same, the abbot is still in retreat, the only good news is because of the introduction of internal strength, and finally has his own meditation room, although he is small, he no longer has to endure the earth-shattering snoring of the second senior brother.

At the age of eight, I first practiced standing piles, and then learned Changquan, which alone was enough to practice every day for two years. The martial arts training was very hard, and I was definitely tired at first, but then I slowly got used to it.

This year's year is not good, and the grain output in the back mountains has decreased. The abbot finally walked out of the meditation room and led the elder brother down the mountain for two months, bringing back a cart of grain and sundries. But the two were not happy, and they were injured. Later, according to the elder brother, there was a great drought in the whole north, and many people could not survive, and there were uprisings in various places. The source of the food was not said, but only instructed these juniors to strengthen the defense of the temple, especially to be careful of the people in the official palace. The third uncle listened to the sharpening of the ring knife, and the atmosphere of the whole temple was very tense for a while, maybe the Tianchan Temple was too remote, and there was no major event that Qin Kong was worried about.

Since then, the senior brother has gone down the mountain more frequently, sometimes for several months, and every time he comes back, he will feel that he seems to be a little more cold. Generally, when the senior brother returns, he will just say hello and go to the abbot and master, and then lock himself in the meditation room to recite the scriptures, and only after a few days of coming out will he return to his usual smiling appearance.

When Qin Kong was nine years old, he had to spend half an hour every day learning Sanskrit with the abbot, which made him once again experience the fear of being dominated by foreign languages. In order to alleviate the pressure of schoolwork, he secretly learned to play the pipa with his third senior brother, and he didn't dare to let the master see it, so he could only practice quietly in the woods in the back mountains. During that time, every evening, the small animals in the back mountains were not allowed to be cleaned......

Before the autumn harvest, the senior brother brought back a news, it turned out that there were not only 7 of them in Tianchan Temple, and the abbot also had a disciple who had been around him since he was a child, and Qin Kong secretly ran down the mountain to join the rebel army a year before entering the temple. As a result, the senior brother who had no chance to see died in a big battle a year ago. After several twists and turns, the senior brother only brought back a string of Buddhist beads with blood. Although he looked young, the abbot was old after all, and he vomited blood on the spot.

It was only in the second year that he got better, and his body improved slightly, and the abbot dragged the sick body to continue teaching Sanskrit, and the requirements were stricter even to the point of harshness, Qin Kong accepted it silently without complaint. After that, his Sanskrit studies were never interrupted, and he also watched the abbot grow old little by little.

At the age of six, he practiced internal strength, practiced boxing at the age of eight, and began to learn the Arhat stick method at the age of ten, which may be really talented, Qin Kong's practice is amazing, I have to say, the cultivation is really fascinating, when practicing internal strength, I feel that my meridians are growing little by little, and the comfort of internal force wandering around the body is really addictive. There is also boxing, and after forming a habit, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't fight a few times a day. Inevitably, Qin Kong became the most diligent person in the temple.

Master Fuguang was not very satisfied, he didn't want this little disciple to be a simple warrior monk. It stands to reason that Qin Kong has been studying Buddhism for many years, and he has an excellent memory, and he can answer any scripture he asks fluently, but he feels that he is always missing a little spirituality.

When the abbot learned of this situation, he asked Qin Kong to reduce the time for practicing martial arts and make time for copying scriptures. So he hurriedly worked after practicing the boxing and stick method after a few times in the morning, and after completing the work, he hurriedly ran to the scripture pavilion, cleaned his hands and burned incense, and knelt in front of the desk to copy the scriptures carefully.

This writing is a few years, during which countless pen, ink and paper were consumed, and I don't know how the progress of Buddhism is, but the calligraphy of the hand brush has been practiced.

It took a lot of money to copy the scriptures, but the senior brother who was in charge of the money tried his best to be satisfied, and in the later period, Qin Kong's scriptures copied in beautiful small block letters were all collected by him, and he took them with him when he went down the mountain. It is said to be sold in the city...... No, it's very popular with the good believers in the city, and the previous cost is nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Kong's little novice was fifteen years old, and his main energy was shifted from copying scriptures to practicing martial arts.

It is worthy of being the best practice of Buddhism, and it will be of infinite use after practicing for more than a year. At this time, his body shape still looked like a thin young man, but his strength had surpassed that of the third senior brother who had practiced martial arts for many years. As he grew older, he also had more work, cleaning and cleaning, sewing and pulping, cooking and splitting wood, carrying water and farming, identifying medicinal materials, and even the work of carpentry and bricklayers.

There is little change in the overall spiritual life, with martial arts in the morning, sutra copying and sitting meditation in the afternoon, and meditation in the evening. Gradually, he grew into a young man and monk with a smile on his eyebrows, gentle as jade.

Also this year, after the third senior brother Yuankong knelt in front of the master's meditation room for a day and a night, the master finally relented and let him return to the vulgar. The day before he went down the mountain, he gave Qin Kong the pipa and the snacks he had hidden, and several senior brothers got together and chatted a lot. That night, Qin Kong didn't sleep, and with red eyes, he watched the lonely figure in the moonlight pacing in the courtyard, round and round.

Early in the morning of the second day, the third senior brother finally stroked the round bald head of the little junior brother, laughed and sprinkled away.

The second senior brother was very sad, originally, he said that he would become a Buddha together for the rest of his life, but he turned out to be a traitor. After being depressed for a while, I put it down, and the two corresponded often later, and they should be reconciled as before.

Although there is a difference of more than ten years, Qin Kong and the third senior brother are the best. The other party always wants to go home, and this time he got what he wanted. In his heart, he knew that the third senior brother was actually used to life here, and this time it was the meaning of his mother at home, asking him to go home and spread the branches for the family. Do the math, the third senior brother is also in his thirties, and he was definitely an older leftover man in ancient times, so I can only wish him a desirable daughter-in-law.