Of course, Yuanxing is not a whim to review his homework, but intends to leave the missing Buddhist scriptures in this world in Baoguo Temple, which has all the cause and effect.

I got along with Xuanwu for a while, although I was surprised that many of the scriptures I talked about didn't seem to be known to the other party, and I didn't care about it at the time.

For example, it doesn't exist here, so naturally it doesn't.

Yuan Xing has no energy or ability to recall the 600 volumes, but fortunately, the essence and essence of the heart, as long as you are familiar with and comprehend it, it is equivalent to mastering all the contents.

You must know that "the Dharma is Prajna, and Prajna is the Dharma". It is the heart of Prajna, which is the program, the essence and the core of the Mahayana Prajna scriptures. Not only can it open up wisdom, but in daily practice, this is a must-recite scripture.

Therefore, the first thing left by Yuan Xing is this scripture of only 260 words.

His calligraphy was painstakingly written, and the font was well placed and prepared, and in a short time, this classic was written.

He took a new piece of paper, and the next one will not be easy.

It's a tome, a total of more than 80,000 words, but it can't be completed in a day or two, I silently calculated the time in my heart, there is still some time before the first day, I should be able to complete the dictation before leaving.

"What are you doing here?" At this time, the golden cicada actually took the initiative to appear.

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, and asked strangely in his heart: "Don't you know my plans?" ”

"Since your ninth order, your divine mind has been strong, and you can't sense your inner thoughts unless you take the initiative to let go of your mind or ask me questions." Jin Cicada was silent for a moment before answering.

Yuan Xing's eyes lit up, and he simply put down the pen, silently thinking about something in his heart.

"You have broken the precepts, and you have cursed in your heart." The golden words of the golden cicada slowly streaked across his eyes.

Yuan Xing was furious: "You still lie to me, this is called not knowing?" ”

"You're really scolding me......" The golden text is much faster.

Yuan Xing pouted, this golden cicada is really treacherous.

Perhaps because his facial expressions were too rich, he was actually looked at by the monk who was reciting the book on the side, and then the other party exchanged words with his companion.

Then Yuan Xing felt the attention of his surroundings, coughed awkwardly, and continued to memorize the content of the scriptures with his head bored, and carefully transcribed them on paper.

I don't know how long later, the golden cicada reappeared: "If these two scriptures can be spread in this life, you will also be considered to have completed the Fa-rectification, and you will definitely have immeasurable merits." ”

Yuan Xing's eyes did not squint, and the pen was stained with ink again, and he said in his heart: "The poor monk does this, mainly to give back to the Baoguo Temple, this merit is not something that can be seen in a year or two." "It's very easy to spread the scriptures alone, you can do it by finding a few people you trust, Chen Niansheng and Xuanwu are good candidates. But if the local believers and monks want to agree with the ideas in the scriptures and learn and understand them, it will only be left to time.

It is said that although outsiders are allowed to participate in the final debate session, the quota has been allocated, which is the turn of the wild monk who left his hometown alone?

As soon as these words came out, Jin Cicada stopped talking.

Yuan Xing also focused all his attention on transcription, he not only had to recall carefully to avoid mistakes, omissions and fallacies, but also to pay attention to the pen, not to stain and affect the neatness. The speed of writing can be imagined, and it was only after dark that a thousand words were written.

Rubbing his sore wrists, Yuan Xing carefully put away today's results, then blew out the candles and walked out of the scripture building.

Stroll along the familiar paths, enjoying the coolness of the wind and the tranquility of the night.

Seeing that he was about to walk back to the dormitory, suddenly his ears moved, and a few suppressed sobs and scolding caught his attention, and after thinking about it, he changed his direction and walked in the direction from which the sound came.

The night after the snow was brighter than ever, and in the moonlight, I saw three tall novices blocking a thin figure in the corner, scolding and punching and kicking the figure inside.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Xing's eyesight is amazing, and he naturally sees these people clearly. He had stayed here for nearly ten days, and although the monks in the temple had not seen all of them, they were familiar with the few monks in front of him.

His arrival surprised several people on the periphery, and when they saw his appearance clearly, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Although Yuan Xing is just a foreign monk, he is a monk after all, and he is already a half-step innate master, so naturally it is not these novices who dare to offend.

"Master Yuanxing." The leading novice said to Yuanxing: "Mingxin made a mistake today, and our senior brother is teaching him the rules. ”

"Rules?" Yuan Xing said lightly: "If I remember correctly, Mingxin is working in the dormitory, right?" When will your hall be able to teach the squatter disciples the rules? After that, he glanced at Mingxin, who was hugging his head and shrinking in the corner, a child who was fourteen or fifteen years old, and was still missing a hand, and he still remembered that the pending order that day was a tool sent to him by this little novice, and he was deeply impressed.

"But ......" The tall novice didn't expect that the outsider in front of him was so familiar with his people's belonging, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

"Not leaving? The rules of Baoguo Temple are to let you bully the weak behind your back? Yuan Xing's eyes widened and shouted.

A few people hesitated before leaving.

When they walked away, Yuan Xing sighed lightly, there will be disputes where there are people, and such a huge institution of Baoguo Temple will inevitably have some dirty in private.

But he couldn't care about this, so he stepped forward to help Mingxin up, and seeing that he was not injured, he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and left.

He didn't take this matter to heart, and went back to the dormitory where he lived again, and unexpectedly, Xuanwu was also there.

"Why did Senior Brother come back today?" Yuan Xing sat on his couch and asked with a smile.

Chaotian Temple is quite famous in Dali, and it is not inferior to Baoguo Temple. There are naturally countless relationships in Beijing, and in recent days, Xuanwu has followed his brothers to visit everywhere every day, often mixing until dark, and by the way, he has stayed.

So Xuanwu rarely came back, and this room seemed to have become his own.

"A poor monk and a monk always live in the donor's house and do not follow the rules." Xuan Wu replied, and then his expression changed to admiration, and he said softly: "Speaking of which, senior brother, I have heard a strange story recently, when Ning Shui Hou entered Beijing, he encountered a big demon attack, and a holy monk harnessed the dragon to help, so that the monster was seriously injured and retreated, that was the handiwork of the junior brother, right?" ”

"Where am I like a holy monk?" Yuan Xing pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, how could this news come out, and he obviously told the Chen family to keep it secret.

"Ning Shuihou's new book will be published soon, and it is said that there is a story of the holy monk driving the dragon and fighting the black Jiao......" Xuan Wule looked at him happily.

President Yuan sighed, how could he forget, Lao Chen Ke is an avid literature lover, well, if you don't write something, you will die of boredom......