Seeing the Zen Master Wuyu with a pious admiration, Guo Mo couldn't help it, and some wanted to meet this Taoist monk who had been "legendary" for many years.

"Amitabha, Lord Guo is deeply blessed, and he can meet the senior brother of 'Daoji', which is good." At this point, this innocent Zen master believed Guo Mo's words.

It's just that seeing that he has martial arts, the subconscious vigilance still exists.

"Master Guo Shi's wish to copy the scriptures and worship the Buddha, Lao Wei can satisfy you, Jueming-"

The Wufu Zen Master called the Zhike monk: "From today on, you will be personally responsible for the living and eating of the two Guo Shizhu in the temple." ”

"Every morning, you can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow a Buddhist scripture, and you must complete the transcription in one day."

"On the second day, go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to return the original, and then borrow new scriptures," Wufu glanced at Guo Mo again, "Master Guo, the copied scriptures are not allowed to be taken away from the Shaolin Temple, and I hope that Lord Guo will forgive me." ”

Guo Mo naturally nodded in agreement.

Looking at the sky, it was past noon, and it was impossible to borrow scriptures today.

The monk Jueming led the two to the cross-courtyard and stayed in a guest room with a good environment.

It is said to be a guest room, but it is actually quite spacious, with two rooms, light and dark.

One bedroom, one is a hall, and there is a covered front porch.

Under the eaves, there is a round stone table, and three stone piers are scattered around it.

It's very clean, but it's elegant.

Guo Mo and the others didn't bring too much luggage, so they asked Jueming for two sets of clothes worn by the monks, and they also entered the temple to follow the monks.

In the hall, Jue Ming went to bring a long food box, four dishes and one soup, and a few white-flour steamed buns.

Although it is plain and clean, Guo Mo and Huang Rong are not picky, and they use it with relish.

The first day was gone, and everything seemed so natural.

Even, Guo Mo interrupted the night meditation that he had insisted on for two years, and only regarded himself as an ordinary pilgrim.

Early the next morning, Jueming brought a delicious breakfast.

Tofu, pickles, white rice porridge, and two boiled eggs have a somewhat familiar taste.

After breakfast, Guo Jing and Huang Rong each changed into monks' robes, looking really like two lay disciples.

Jue Ming is also a careful person, not only brought the two of them a new monk's robe, but also matched the size of the two.

The hour is still early, there are no guests in the temple to offer incense, and most of the monks are not outside during the morning class.

Jueming took the two of them through the three-story courtyard, basically coming to the second half of the Shaolin Temple.

Turning the corridor, a very ordinary courtyard appeared in front of me.

The small courtyard is not large, covering an area of about two acres of land, and in the center of the courtyard, there is a three-story building.

Entering the courtyard, coming to the front of the small building, I saw a horizontal plaque hanging on the small building - the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"This is the famous Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? It's a little too ordinary. Guo Mo complained secretly.

The monk Jueming stopped and stopped, "Master Guo, this scripture pavilion has three floors, and the donor can only borrow scriptures on the first floor. ”

"The second and third floors are the places where the temple stores the secret books of martial arts, and non-monks of the temple are not allowed to enter, even if they are monks of the temple, they must have the permission of the elders to borrow according to the regulations."

"Master Guo should remember, don't embarrass the little monk, Amitabha."

Guo Mo also clasped his palms together and nodded in agreement.

Under the leadership of Jueming, the three of them entered the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, only to see that it was full of scriptures and books, at least several thousand.

Guo Mo was not in a hurry to choose, so he took a turn to take a look first.

It turns out that it is not all scriptures, but also some of the opinions and comments of the great monks of the past dynasties.

Huang Rong followed step by step, and until now she didn't know what "Brother Mo" was going to do, if she wanted to learn martial arts, she didn't seem to need to come to Shaolin Temple, right?

Guo Mo had already discovered the scripture he was looking for, pretended not to see it, turned around for a while, and finally chose a "Big Peacock Sutra".

This is a commentary on the "Buddha Mother Great Peacock Ming King Sutra" translated by Bukong in the Tang Dynasty, with a total of three volumes.

Guo Mo held it in his hand, "Master Jueming, Xiaosheng will borrow this 'Great Peacock Sutra' today, right?" ”

Jue Ming looked at it, he had also read this "Great Peacock Sutra", which was not too famous a scripture, and when he read it, he read it as a "Zhiwei novel".

Guo Mo wants to borrow it, of course there is no problem.

After borrowing the scriptures, the three of them returned to their lodgings again.

In the spring of the Central Plains, the fragrance of flowers is already overflowing, and the sun is warm.

Guo Mo asked Jueming to find a pen and paper, and simply started copying the scriptures on the round table under the eaves of the corridor, and Jueming and Huang Rong sat on both sides and watched.

This Song Huizong Zhao Ji, the emperor is not good, creating this "thin gold body", but it is also unique.

In his previous life, Guo Mo was forced by his parents to practice at the age of five, and he had worked hard for more than ten years.

Copying the "Great Peacock Sutra" stroke by stroke, that pious appearance even Guo Mo himself was a little moved.

After staying for a long time, Huang Rong felt bored, so she told Guo Mo to go out for a walk and come back in the evening.

And just like that, the day passed.

Guo Mo regretted a little, the whole scripture is 20,000 words, Rao is as strong as Guo Mo, and he is tired enough after writing.

Jueming watched from the side for a day, except for eating and going to the toilet in the middle, he never left when he saw Guo Mo, and he didn't stop for a moment or say a word.

Jue Ming couldn't help but praise in his heart: "Master Guo Shi really sincerely worships the Buddha!" ”

After copying the "Great Peacock Sutra", Guo Molao asked Jueming to put the scriptures he copied in front of the Buddha to worship, with his mother's long-cherished wish.

On the second day, Guo Mo borrowed a copy of the "Treatise on the Vescher".

On the third day, Guo Mo borrowed a copy of "The Law of the Moke Monk".

On the fourth day, Guo Mo borrowed a copy of the "Bodhisattva Sutra".

Huang Rong still goes out during the day every day, or pays homage in the Shaolin Temple, or watches the scenery on Songshan Mountain, or goes back to Dengfeng County to fight tooth sacrifices.

Guo Mo, on the other hand, borrowed and copied scriptures for several days, and rarely spoke for several days.

What even Guo Mo himself didn't expect was that during the period of copying Buddhist scriptures, he actually read them.

I may not fully understand the content of the scriptures, but I feel that my state of mind has improved a lot, and I have a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Jueming is also full of admiration for Guo Mo, not to mention a secular person, even his own senior brothers in the temple, few of them can be like Guo Mo.

Such a large amount of scripture copying, constantly changing scriptures, and meticulous handwriting.

On the fifth day, after breakfast early in the morning, Guo Mo followed Jueming to the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

Huang Rong felt bored, so she simply stayed in an inn in Dengfeng County for the past few days, and specially bought Guo Mo a first-class "Four Treasures of the Study" to send to Shaolin.

"Master Guo, the little monk has a little trivial matter today, so I won't accompany the donor in, I will arrange for someone to send the fast meal at noon, and the little monk will go to pick up the scriptures copied by the donor in the evening."

Sent to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jueming expressed his intention to Guo Mo, sang "Amitabha", and left first.

Guo Mo clasped his hands together, bowed to each other, and saw a fine light.

Is it the red sun hanging in the sky, or the cunning in Guo Mo's eyes?