Early in the morning of the second day, Bai Zeqing was woken up by the knock on the door of the little novice.

Xiao Shami was very polite: "Donor, the morning exercise has begun, Uncle Shi, please come quickly." ”

"Morning exercises?" Bai Zeqing sat up in a daze. She read late at night last night, and she couldn't stay up anymore so she leaned on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up at this time, I was still holding the book "Puppet Spiritual Technique" in my arms, and muttered inarticulately: "I'm not a monk, why do I want to practice in the morning?" ”

Xiao Shami knocked on the door again, raised his voice a little, and shouted: "Donor, Uncle Ancestor said, Immortal Chang ordered before leaving, please ask the donor to practice in the morning and evening, and you must not delay!" ”

“？？？”

Bai Zeqing yelled in his heart, "Why! The body still stood up honestly.

She stumbled open the door, the morning light was dim, and the sun didn't know where to hide. She felt even more broken, and when she got up, she had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only digest it by herself. She shook to the water tank next to the flower garden in the small courtyard and slapped it on her face, and then followed Xiao Shami to the martial arts training ground by the release pool.

In a trance, he followed the monks and punched for a full hour, Bai Zeqing's tired hands and feet were sore, and he secretly complained in his heart: This is more tiring than following Brother Qi to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

Isn't it going to be like this in the future? It seems that you have to prepare as soon as possible, and then go to Yuanzhou City to complete the tasks arranged by the master, which is better than getting up before dawn every day for morning exercises.

With a numb expression, she followed the monks' team to the dining hall, and after a few mouthfuls of fasting food, she lost her appetite. As soon as I put down the bamboo chopsticks, I remembered that my mother and aunt had taught her seriously when they took her to pray for the Buddha to eat fasting in previous years: There should be no leftovers of fasting rice.

She sighed sadly, but silently picked up the bamboo chopsticks, insisted on eating no grains of rice, and cleaned the wooden bowl before returning to the residence room listlessly.

After cleaning up the clean room in the small courtyard, her head was groggy, and she wanted to make up for sleep, but when she lay down, her mind was full of "Puppet Spirits" that she watched all night last night.

The book is not very content, and the text is not obscure, she can almost memorize it after reading it several times last night, but she can't fully grasp the meaning.

In other words: she knows every word, but the meaning of the connection seems to be understood, but she can't understand it all.

This feeling made her almost panic. Can't sleep at all.

She opened her eyes, looked at the roof, took a deep breath, and sat up.

Or just watch it again. The Master said that if you read a book a hundred times, you will see the meaning of it, and maybe you will understand it after reading it a few more times.

Thinking about it, she casually touched the book on the desk, dragged the bamboo chair under the eaves, and slowly moved to the front of the flower garden, and was stunned for a moment before turning the title page.

After reading a few lines, Bai Zeqing realized that something was wrong. Closing the page again, the three big characters on the cover clearly caught the eye "Yanshu Collection" - I took it wrong, this was another book that the Taoist priest threw to her.

Bai Zeqing sighed, complaining that he was confused. When she got up to change it, she just took two steps and stopped, and many questions flashed through her mind: Why did Master give her two books? Why not something else, just these two? Isn't it, this art is closely related to the puppet spirit art itself?

She turned back to sit back in her bamboo chair, turned the pages again, and read them carefully.

The reading sank in.

Sure enough, as she expected, the combination of Yanshu and Puppet Soul Technique, many things that she couldn't figure out before suddenly became clear.

As the sun set, the little novice ran up the steps to call her for evening class. He walked up the steps, turned the flowerbed, and froze where he was, forgetting for a moment what he was going to say.

The afterglow of the setting sun was obliquely reflected into the small courtyard, illuminating Bai Zeqing's body transparently, flawless, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a layer of faint glow.

Xiao Shami suddenly felt afraid to look at it directly. So he closed his eyes and proclaimed a Buddha name.

Bai Zeqing was taken aback, and then raised his head from the book in a daze.

Xiao Shami closed his eyes and said loudly: "Donor, Uncle Shi asked me to invite you to the evening class. Then he turned around and wanted to leave.

She stood up a little eagerly and called out to the little novice: "Little Master, where is the Zen Master Cifa?" ”

"Da, Dharma Hall Teaching, Teaching Evening Classes."

"Wait for me! There are so many questions to ask the Zen master! ”

The little novice led Bai Zeqing into the Dharma Hall, and the monks sat quietly and listened to the Buddha and Zen, except for a few little novices who looked sideways slightly, the rest of the people turned a blind eye to her arrival.

Bai Zeqing had no choice but to hold back the questions in his stomach, sitting cross-legged in the corner and listening to the Tianshu Zen machine, listening to it, his head became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Xiao Shami tugged on the sleeves of her coat for a long time to wake her up, and whispered in a little anxious: "Donor, believers should not be disrespectful to the Buddha. ”

"Believers?" Bai Zeqing muttered, "I'm not worthy of being a believer. "Her mother and aunt worshiped the Buddha all the year round, and her uncle painted thangkas devoutly, but when the city of Ningzhou broke, the Buddha did not bless them.

She wouldn't say that to outsiders. She cleaned up her mood, sat up straight, listened to the lecture of Zen Master Cifa, and slowly came out of her mind again.

After staying up for a whole hour, after the evening class, Bai Zeqing was busy getting up to find the Zen master of Cifa, but he had no choice but to sit cross-legged for a long time and his feet were numb, and before he could stand up, he fell down again, and fell straight to his knees at the feet of the senior brother of Dharma Hall who happened to pass by.

The senior brother hurriedly took a step back and said with a smile: "Little donor, you and I are not from the same door, so I dare not take this big gift." His eyes motioned for the little novice to help.

The surrounding monks also couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly buried their heads and left. Only when I went out, I could still hear whispering and laughing.

Bai Zeqing was so embarrassed that he didn't want to raise his head, so he rubbed his legs and stood up with the support of Xiao Shami, and limped to find the Cifa Zen Master after saluting.

At this time, Zen Master Cifa had returned to the meditation room, sitting cross-legged on the Arhat couch by the window, flipping through a very thick book, and the freshly brewed Zen tea on the charcoal stove next to him was steaming.

After the little novice reported, Bai Zeqing first bowed and paid respects after several thorough respects, and then couldn't wait to ask: "Zen master, do you know Yanshu?" ”

Zen Master Cifa used to like to go straight to the point, and he didn't feel strange when he heard this abrupt question, but thought seriously for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "I've heard a little." As he spoke, he pointed to the futon opposite.

Bai Zeqing sat cross-legged on the futon and asked, "Zen master, do you know about puppetry?" ”

Zen Master Cifa took the Zen tea, scalded the wood beaker, poured more than half a cup for Bai Zeqing, and then said slowly: "The old man has heard of it, but he has never seen it in person. ”

Bai Zeqing bowed slightly, bent the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, tapped the table lightly to express his gratitude, and continued: "Zen master, what do you think will happen if Yanshu is combined with puppet spirits? ”

Seeing that she was clearly hearty and jumpy, the Zen Master Cifa nodded slightly. Hearing Bai Zeqing's question, the copper kettle that added tea to himself hung in the air, remembered some bad things, his expression changed slightly, and said: "I don't know, but I ......"

He gently put the copper kettle back into the small charcoal stove, and stopped talking, as if he was thinking about where to start.

Bai Zeqing didn't have much contact with Zen Master Cifa, and he knew that he was a straightforward talker. Seeing that he didn't know how to speak, he couldn't help but put the teacup back on the low table and sat up straight.