The next day, the wind was still blowing, and the rain was still falling......

The monks who were doing the errands were already busy.

Elder Huaqing wore a robe, a hat, and a Zen cane, and walked through the drizzling rain.

Elder Huaqing quietly came to the rice room in the north courtyard alone, looked in from the door, and saw that Zhang Shaofei was devoting himself to rice cooking, he was thin and small, in order to speed up the rice and improve efficiency, he was still tied to the big stone weighing dozens of catties around his waist, and his body was up and down, he was stepping on the stone pestle vigorously, and the beads of sweat on his cheeks were as big as soybeans, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Elder Huaqing said silently: "Those who seek the Tao and forget themselves for the sake of the Fa should work tirelessly like you. ”

Other monks were also busy, some scooping rice, some shaking sifting.

The monks greeted Elder Huaqing, and the elder nodded in return, and came straight to Zhang Shaofei's front and asked, "Zhang Shaofei, is Mi Qing okay?"

When Zhang Shaofei saw the elder enter the door, he hurriedly walked over and knelt down and kowtowed to the elder.

The rain dripped down Elder Huaqing's robe, forming a small circle on the ground, and also drenched on Zhang Shaofei's head.

Elder Huaqing helped Zhang Shaofei up and nodded approvingly at him.

Zhang Shaofei said a little embarrassed: "Elder, it's too dirty and messy here, and there is no place to sit." ”

Elder Huaqing said with a special expression: "Since you don't even have a place to sit, then don't sit." ”

In the past, Elder Huaqing came to inspect, followed by a group of disciples, but now, he came alone in the rain, Zhang Shaofei had sensitively noticed that the elder's words were a little special, and asked tentatively: "Elder, ...... this?" ”

Elder Huaqing didn't pick up his stubble, looked at the husked rice in the stone mortar, and asked strangely, "Rice, is it ready?" ”

Zhang Shaofei was stunned for a moment, looked at the rice that had been husked, and then looked at the elders who were looking forward to it, suddenly realized, and replied without thinking: "Rice, it's almost ready, but it still needs to be sifted (division)!" (The above means - Elder Huaqing is asking Zhang Shaofei: Have you seen your mind?) Zhang Shaofei showed that he had already become enlightened, but he had not been confirmed by the elders).

"Sieve (division) is here, but it can also be sifted." After Elder Huaqing finished saying this, he saw Zhang Shaofei nodding slightly, that is, he gently knocked three times on the back of the stone pestle with his Zen staff, said no more, and left with the Zen staff.

The heart is clear.

Zhang Shaofei, who was extremely smart, immediately understood: The elder asked him to meet him for the third time.

The heat wave immediately surged in Zhang Shaofei's heart. But he bit his lip with his teeth, not letting his excitement leak out.

Huiqing walked over and asked Zhang Shaofei, "What does the elder mean?"

"Didn't say anything." Zhang Shaofei replied casually, pretending to be nothing, and still worked with other monks to cook rice and sift rice in the rice room, sweating profusely, until before dinner, everyone finished work together......

At night, huge black wings spread out to cover Tozenji Temple.

The moon, stretching out half of its face in the vast night sky, peeps at everything that happens in the world. A few sparse stars, flashing a faint cold light in the confused Milky Way.

Throughout the day, Zhang Shaofei did the same thing as usual in terms of big and small things, finished it, took a bath, put down the mosquito net, lay on the bed, and waited for time to pass silently in the night.

On the monk's bed on the other side, Huiqing, who had been tired all day, was sleeping soundly, snoring sometimes weak and sometimes strong.

Outside the window, the sound of crickets under the stone steps and the shallow chanting of insects in the distance are mixed together, forming a beautiful and beautiful serenade of the Zen temple.

Zhang Shaofei was on the bed, watching the moon move west from time to time, thinking that time passed too slowly.

"De, de, de" The night patrol monk sounded the second watch.