Unconsciously, Wutou Mountain ushered in autumn again.

The sun is still shining on the colorful mountain forests, with the last blazing heat of the year.

In the scripture building, Shanchun looked up and inadvertently saw the wild geese flying south in the sky outside the window, he was slightly stunned, and the movements in his hands unconsciously paused, and it was the sound of the chair sliding that brought him back to his senses.

When he saw that the master had already taken the pen and paper and sat down in front of the desk, he hurriedly lowered his head and continued to study the ink. Grabbing

Yuan Xing did not pay attention to the strangeness of the apprentice, but spread out the rice paper, dipped the ink with a pen, and wrote the words "Cutting Jiao Taoist Friends Huijian".

"Master, who is Daoist Friend?" Shanchun couldn't help but ask curiously.

"A man of fate." Yuan Xing smiled, and the writing movements in his hands did not pause.

The day before yesterday, I received a letter from Zhang Yangdao, saying that his son's condition had been controlled after studying. He also mentioned that he would build a branch of the Heavenly Master Dao outside, and asked for his opinion.

Although Yuan Xing is a disciple of Buddhism, but over the years he has seen some markets, and he has been in contact with Buddhist temples and temples all over the country, so he seriously put forward his own suggestions in his reply.

A letter with few words was quickly written. Yuan Xing put down the brush and glanced at the disciple who was in a daze on the side, thinking that he had been busy sorting out the books in the Tibetan Scripture Building recently, and had neglected the teaching of the disciple a little, so he asked with a smile: "Shanchun, what grade did you memorize?" ”

"Huh?" Shanchun was stunned.

Yuan Xing frowned: "These days, you are busier than a teacher, and you can't see a figure all day long, say, what are you doing?" Is it because you are greedy for fun, and you forget the teacher's explanation? ”

"The disciple is wrong." Shanchun replied hesitantly: "These days, the disciple has been practicing martial arts in the back mountain, so much so that he neglected the homework you assigned. ”

"It's good to practice martial arts diligently, but you can't fall behind in your schoolwork." Yuan Xing admonished, but then he felt that something was wrong, and looked at the apprentice suspiciously: "Why do you suddenly like to practice martial arts?" On the way back from the south, he taught the other party martial arts, but the disciple in front of him didn't seem to be very keen on martial arts, and was only interested in learning characters. How is it like a different person now?

Sun-chun stared at the patch on his hem and pursed her lips stubbornly.

"Bang", Yuan Xing slapped on the case and said sharply: "Say!" ”

Shanchun shook his head and hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and replying: "You were injured outside, isn't it because of the imperial court?" The disciple wants to learn martial arts well and avenge his master. ”

Yuan Xing was stunned, then stood up with a long sigh, took out the ring ruler on the desk, and commanded, "Stretch out your hand." After a pause, he snorted again: "Change your left hand......"

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"If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha was defending the country...... World-honored! Good men, good women, hair Ah, Ah ......"

Shanchun sat cross-legged in front of the small table in the scripture building, while holding the pen and copying, while reciting in his mouth, every time he encountered a word he didn't know, he first traced it down, and then copied it onto another spare piece of paper.

Not only must one copy all five times, but also memorize it, otherwise in addition to eating and sleeping, you are absolutely not allowed to step out of the door of the Tibetan scripture building, and you are not even allowed to go to morning and evening classes.

It's a pity that he can't recognize all the words on it, so he can only copy it down when he encounters a strange one, and find someone to ask when he returns to the squatter at night.

Shanchun looked at the scriptures spread out in front of him and was really distressed, and wanted to scratch his head, but as soon as his left hand moved, he couldn't help but take a breath, it hurt.

"Do you know why the teacher beat you? If you have doubts, don't you ask? I have to think about it myself, being a teacher is not an injury, but a self-abandonment of martial arts, and I am my enemy. Will you be able to deceive your teachers and destroy your ancestors in the future? ”

The thought of Master's words when he was beaten made him feel his face burn, and it was completely self-inflicted.

He sniffled, straightened his seat, and continued to copy.

Before he knew it, two days had passed, and he had finally asked his senior brother five times, and he was finally able to barely read it. Now it's time to keep it in mind.

But before he could start reciting, several senior brothers walked past the door, and the sound of conversation caught his attention.

"The people of the court have announced the decree, why don't you leave, you have to stay in the temple?" 巘戅奇书网 sUyINGw&#戅

"Probably waiting for the imperial doctor to see Uncle Xiao's injury. I don't know why Uncle Xiao was injured so seriously? Even the imperial doctor was invited? ”

"I'm afraid only a few senior brothers and elders know about this. But none of them said anything, which is really worrying......"

Vaguely, these words entered Shanchun's ears, and he was suddenly shocked, where could he still care that he was being punished? I stepped on my shoes and ran out.

But as soon as he stepped out of the scripture building, he saw two monks walking slowly towards him.

"Senior Brother Shanguo, Senior Brother Shanming." He hurriedly bowed.

The people who came were Shanguo and Shanming, and after they returned the salute, they went straight upstairs.

Shanchun hesitated, reflexively went in, grabbed the most familiar Shanming, and asked softly: "Senior brother, what is wrong with my master, what did the imperial doctor say?" ”

Who knows, Senior Brother Shanming, who has always been cheerful, is unusual, the smile on his face has completely disappeared, but his face is gloomy, his eyes are red, and he bows his head and says nothing.

However, Senior Brother Shanguo, who he usually didn't have much contact with, sighed, pulled him to the side, and explained a lot of things to him in his ear.

But Shanchun didn't listen to anything, but the sentence "Uncle Shi's time is running out" made his brain blank.

Like a thunderbolt under the hood, Shanchun's heart is cold, and he feels that his hands and feet are not his own. It's so muddy that I don't even know when the two senior brothers left.

When he came back to his senses, he wanted to go to the master immediately, but after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and returned to the desk and began to copy the scriptures again.

Master is not in good health, and he can't let him worry about it anymore.

I don't know why, the words that used to look like books in the sky are remembered very clearly this time......

The next day, Shanchun collected his emotions and went to the master as usual, and when he recited the whole book fluently, the master was really happy, pulled him to sit down, and explained the meaning to him. He listened attentively and seriously.

It is said that because the master refused the position of national teacher, the emperor's decree this time did not give other rewards, but only gave a lot of treasures and precious medicinal materials. The abbot didn't want to accept it, but the master accepted it with a smile, and then went back to the room to continue copying the book.

The two imperial doctors who went up the mountain were begged by the third master Bo Ningmu from the emperor, and they were both famous internal medicine saints in the world. It's a pity that the two old imperial doctors gave the master a pulse, discussed it for three whole days, and then reluctantly prescribed a prescription, and then shook their heads and sighed with the people in the palace leaving.

There were two little eunuchs who said the master's words behind their backs, and when the third master heard it, he slapped his mouth on the spot, and it is said that his face was beaten into a pig's head, and the next day he was driven to the bottom of the mountain by the eunuch of the decree, and it is estimated that the future is worrying.

Grabbing. The people of the imperial court left after eating fast in the temple for three days, but the third master Bo Ningmu stayed, hearing that he had resigned and was going to stay here for a while.

In his words, the court is too tired of intrigues, but it is still comfortable and clean here, and even the fasting is better than outside.

Shanchun didn't believe it, because the master had nothing to do except wander around the temple, and he always had to go down the mountain every few days, and every time he came back, he could smell the smell of meat on the other party's body.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather gradually became colder, and Master became more and more lazy. In addition to morning and evening classes, I either read books in my room every day, or copy scriptures, and basically don't go out.

And after the first snow fell, he didn't even bother to go to morning and evening classes, didn't copy scriptures, only leaned on the couch to read, and went to bed early.

Shanchun obtained the consent of the abbot and uncle, and rolled up his own bed to live with the master.

The charcoal fire in this meditation room is always the most sufficient, and it burns so hot that even the floor is very comfortable.

The master asked Senior Brother Shanguo to bring him a low bed, saying that in this way he would not get sick from old age.

And every time before going to sleep, Master always has to give a word of advice, let the doors and windows leave some gaps, otherwise it will poison Yunyun.

Well, Master may really be old and start to nag. But he obviously doesn't like to talk lately, sometimes the two of them are in the house, and the master can't say a word all day, either holding a book to read, or curling up in the quilt in a daze.

It's getting colder and colder outside, and the snow is coming one after another, and this year the monastery didn't do meditation seven, and the monks were idle this winter.

Master's meditation room is always visited.

As the abbot, Master Bo Yuanfa has to be as serious as he is in the morning and evening, but when he arrives here, he smiles and pulls the master to talk about the world, and even says something irrelevant. Shanchun heard a lot of gossip from his senior brothers when he was young, and he really didn't expect that those senior brothers who were like enlightened monks would do all kinds of stupid things in the past.

When the second master Bo Yuanchen came, he always held the scriptures, and sat for half an hour, quoting scriptures and scriptures with the master and discussing Buddhism. At this time, Shanchun will go out lightly, he has just started Buddhism, and at this time he would rather blow the wind outside than go inside to make his mind dizzy.

And every time the second master leaves, he will ask him to take care of the master. If only his hand on his shoulder didn't tremble.

The third master Bo Ningmu is the most special, he comes at any time, sometimes he just gets up in the morning, sometimes he just sleeps at night. Anyway, the interest was together, and it came. Even if the snow closes the mountain, he can still find a way to get some delicious food, those vegetarian foods are particularly delicious, the master will stop at a shallow taste, and the rest will be cheap Shanchun and his group of young nephews.

The three masters and uncles all know that they are still happy to do it.

As for Shanchun's senior brothers, they also came more frequently, but they would not stay long, and they would leave after sitting for a while.

Although Shanchun had to make tea and pour water as soon as he came, he still hoped that more people would come, at least the master seemed to be very happy, and even fasted at noon to eat more than usual. Well, it's also easier to take medicine.

Master didn't like the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, he said that this thing was just torturous and had no effect at all.

Shanchun, who is an apprentice, can't resist the master, but he has also found a set of methods.

淘戅 bw.cO 戅. Whenever someone came to the meditation room, he would quickly bring the medicine that was hot on the stove, and then the master would take a sip and drink it dry, without even rinsing water.

If there is no one, it will be more difficult, after a few failures, Shanchun learned a trick, holding the medicine bowl, he stared at the master with wide eyes, and saw that he could not do anything, so he frowned and drank.

According to Master's words, this is called selling cuteness. He doesn't know what it means, but as long as it works, it's a good means, isn't it?

This winter is very long, and Sun-chun thinks that Master's strange and awkward situation will continue for a long time. But maybe Master's words are right, and the imperial doctor's words are really useless.

Gradually, the master became thinner and thinner, and in his newly learned word, it was "shape and bones." Later, even if the three masters came together, the master would not have many words.

During a heavy snowfall before the Spring Festival, Master was lying on the bed, and he had to rely on Shanchun to sit up. But his gaze was still clear and warm, and he never showed any other emotion to the people who came to visit, until that night.

The old abbot on crutches walked to the bed slowly, a dry bark-like hand gently touched the top of the master's head, and said something in a muddled mouth, his teeth were gone, and others couldn't distinguish what he said, but the master understood, and the two had a profound conversation, and the old man trembled again, sighing and leaving.

Shi Gong drove Shanchun out, and saw Uncle Tai standing in the snow with a ring knife, facing the door god outside the gate, as if he was there, and nothing could come in.

Shanchun couldn't hear the conversation inside, but when the master strode out, he returned to the room to find that his master was staring at the empty place in a daze, and his eyes were actually red.

He couldn't help but be shocked, this was the first time he had seen this kind of sadness on the other party's face since he saw Master again.

Because of this, the next day, he wrote a short letter and begged the third master to take it to the bottom of the mountain and send it to the senior sister.

He had a feeling that if Senior Sister was also there, Master might be happier.

I don't know where countless crows flew in, and they stayed in the temple these days, no matter how they drove them, they didn't leave. And in the midst of this chaotic and unpleasant crow chirping, the master slept for a long time and did not wake up for a long time.

Shanchun secretly cried several times, he sometimes dreamed, and the master recovered all of a sudden, and while sorting out the collection of books in the scripture building, he taught himself knowledge. Even if he was beaten again, it would wake him up laughing.

He also had extravagant hopes, maybe the door was not closed properly, the master just suffered from the cold, and he treated it with his heart, even if he couldn't stand up, he sat and chatted with people like before, it was also excellent.

Grabbing. He will blame himself and complain in his heart, is it because his life is too hard and he has defeated all his relatives? I lost my father when I was young, lost my mother when I was young, and I was not yet an adult, so I finally met a master who cared about me, and I went in such a hurry.

Although the master told him that "a saint seeks the heart but not the Buddha, and a fool does not seek the Buddha", at this time, he is willing to be a fool.

He ran to worship all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temple and prayed for Master's safety and improvement.

I don't know if the Buddha heard his prayer, but late that night, when he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, he suddenly heard a movement next to him.

He sat up hurriedly, and then the light of the fire in the charcoal basin made him really see the master sitting up with his body propped up.

"Master, how are you?" Seon-chun jumped up from the bed at once and asked excitedly and loudly.

Yuan Xing looked at him with a smile, and after a long time, he ordered: Shanchun, boil some hot water, and take a bath for the teacher. ”

"Okay, okay." Seon-chun nodded hurriedly. A straw hut had already been built next to the meditation room by several senior brothers, and hot water was always on the stove inside.

He moved his bed first, and then came in with a wooden bathtub, mixed with water, and then went to help Yuanxing.

"I'll just wash it myself." Yuan Xing refused, stripped naked and entered the bathtub, while scrubbing, but frowned again, and asked, "Who is chanting outside?" Let them stop, disturbing the silence of the middle of the night. ”

Shanchun was stunned: "Master, no one is chanting." He listened intently and muttered, "It's a flock of crows chirping outside, it's really noisy." ”

"Oh?" Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and lowered his voice: "Crow, then it's okay." After a pause, he said, "If you want to eat walnuts for the teacher, there must be one in the fasting room, you go and get some." In addition, please come to the abbot for a visit. ”

Shanchun nodded, hurriedly ran out, and when he reached the courtyard, he fell down, but he didn't exhale pain, got up and rubbed his bloody hand, but ran to the abbot's meditation room.

The distance is not too far, and Yuan Fa has not fallen asleep at this time, when he saw the face of the person who came, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with your master?" ”

"The master is already well and is taking a bath, and he ordered the disciple to invite you over......" Shanchun said happily, but as he spoke, his words could not continue, just because, the face of the abbot opposite him became more and more heavy.

In the end, he is also a person who has experienced life and death, where can he not understand at this time.

"Master said he wanted to eat walnuts, I, I'll go get them again." His lips trembled, and he was already crying.

"There you go." Yuanfa's eyebrows twitched, and he commanded after a while.

Shanchun ran out, Yuanfa sighed, put on his robe ceremoniously, and also stepped out of the door, going straight to Yuanxing's room......

When Shanchun finally came back with a pot of walnuts, Yuanxing had already taken a bath, put on a new robe, draped his robe diagonally, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

The room was full of people, all dressed in grand clothes, even Ning Mu, a layman, stood in the corner wearing a robe, and everyone didn't say a word.

Shanchun knelt on his knees and offered the basin to Yuanxing.

The latter looked at the walnut in front of him in distress, and sighed: "Shanchun, how long have you been apprenticed?" ”

"It's been a year." Shanchun lowered his head and replied honestly with a crying voice.

"It's only been a year, a clever young man, why didn't he learn well, and he preferred me? I don't have any eyesight, the walnuts are so hard, don't you knock them open, and let the teacher eat them with the shell? Yuan Xing shook his head and said helplessly: "You are as stupid as me, how can you rest assured that you are a teacher." ”

The Pavilion of the Clouds. "Master......" Shanchun's tears finally couldn't hold back and flowed out: "The disciple has sent a letter to the senior sister, I think she is still on the way to come, can you wait?" ”

"Yo, look at what you say, it's like I'm talking about it." Yuan Xing grinned the corners of his mouth and reached out to wipe away Shanchun's tears.

Then, he stopped eating the walnuts and lay down on the bed again, feeling uncomfortable at first, and then moved his buttocks, and then slowly closed his eyes.