The morning sun is dawning, and the fog is misty.

The Jinshan Temple in Qiantang woke up to the sound of a bell.

The monks began their daily morning service.

Different from the various complicated scriptures and rhymes of Taoism, the rhyme of Buddhism is very monotonous, and there are basically no big ups and downs, so that listening to it in the ears is like a fly buzzing in the ears.

If you don't have concentration, it's very easy to get drowsy.

But fortunately, everyone had just woken up at this time, and there was basically no sleepiness, and the morning and evening classes were not long, and the gritted teeth passed quickly.

It's just that there are exceptions to everything, and the senior brother Xuan Jing, who presided over the morning class, raised his eyes and swept it, and saw a smooth head like a chicken pecking rice.

He sighed in his heart, but he had an extremely serious expression on his face, put down the scripture book casually, got up and walked over there.

This scene attracted the attention of the monks, so much so that the originally neat voice became cluttered.

They all saw the guy who was about to fall asleep, and many of the monks gloated and chuckled.

"It's the third time this month, right? Senior Brother Xuan Jing will definitely punish him well! ”

"It's all the same brother, isn't that right?"

"Not good? What's not good? Whoever let him always taunt us everywhere with his mouth is deserved. ”

"Shut up!"

Xuan Jing's sense of hearing was keen, and she instantly noticed these noises.

He was still very prestigious, and when his voice fell, no one dared to look around.

"Did you sleep soundly?"

Xuan Jing asked.

"Uh..."

Amber snorted and said in a daze, "Incense." ”

"Then do you want to send you to the guest room to sleep?"

Xuan Jing's face became darker and darker, and she gritted her teeth and smiled.

"This... Hey, hey, hey, still don't. ”

Amber had come to her senses and scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Certain! I thought you were a brave and enterprising junior, but you have just officially become a monk, and your true form has been revealed? ”

Xuan Jing said in a tone that hated iron and steel: "Are you worthy of Uncle Chen's ancestor!?" ”

"Ahh

Amber didn't inherit too many previous memories, and his impression of the dust in his mouth only stayed on the few distinctive blood-red relics in the relics pagoda, and he didn't have any other impressions.

Therefore, at this time, I can only bow my head and remain silent.

"Alas, Nian Zai Ling is still young, so I won't take it this time, let's go sweep the land for another month."

When Xuan Jing saw him like this, she thought that she was wrong, and her heart softened, after all, she was a child who watched him grow up, and her feelings were somewhat there.

"Okay!"

Amber's eyes lit up, and she stood up from the futon and ran away without a trace.

This...

Xuan Jing had a black line on her head, feeling that she had fallen into a big trap.

The other side.

Amber came out of the main hall, came to the utility room where the sweeping tools were placed, and then walked slowly towards the mountain gate with a broom.

Generally speaking, all kinds of chores in the larger jungle temples are done by novices and their refuge disciples, and the monks who are undergoing ordination have a lot of things to do every day, but they don't have the time to do them.

They have to learn all kinds of classics, not only to read, but also to be able to recite them completely.

After all, when you hold the Dharma Wisdom, you can't always hold this sutra and read it, right?

Especially after King Qin ascended the throne, the Daomen became more and more prosperous, and the living space of Buddhism was squeezed.

As for self-sufficiency ...

Anyway, Amber didn't see a few monks go to farm, so she basically rented out the fields under her name, or hired people to plant them, and then gave some to those people when the harvest came.

However, this is only a matter of food and clothing, if you want the temple to prosper, should the Buddha statue be gilded? Should you buy good sandalwood for the believers?

Do you want to buy gold and silver ingots, paper money, and death money?

Of course, there are also those ascetics who really practice hard, insisting on not touching money, but only turning into fate. It's just that after all, it's only a minority, and the real majority either can't survive outside, or they have committed something and found a way to hide in the mountains.

Most of the Jinshan Temple is the latter, and the former also has it, but unfortunately there is only one.

Well, that monk's name is Xuanzang.

Amber had never met him, but had heard many legends about him, such as being taken in by the previous abbot and then becoming a full-fledged monk at the age of thirteen.

"Eh, Senior Brother Zhending, aren't you already ordained? Why are you still sweeping the floor with us? ”

Xiao Shami, who was sweeping the stairs of the mountain gate, saw Amber walking slowly with a broom, and immediately stopped his movements and asked.

"Who says you can't sweep the floor after you've taken the ordination?"

Amber looked at the seven or eight-year-old child in front of him, with a smile in his eyes: "Sweep the floor, sweep the heart, we monks must always reflect on our bodies and sweep away those dusts." ”

"I don't understand."

Shami replied stunned, "But it feels very powerful." ”

"Hahaha, you'll know later, come on, come on, this piece belongs to me."

Amber unceremoniously took over the top clean area.

"Senior Brother Zhending, you are so unreasonable, I have obviously swept it."

The little novice snorted.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll tell you the story later?"

Amber found a clean lawn and lay down, "Hurry up and sweep it, otherwise the senior brother of the prison will come, and there will be no good fruit for you to eat." ”

"You..."

Halfway through his words, the little novice stopped directly.

Amber didn't care, "What am I?" Do you think why I can lie down? That's my heart is clean, I don't need to sweep it. ”

"Oh? How clean is that? ”

A deep voice rang out not far away, and Amber's head shrank, revealing a mask of pain, and then immediately turned into a smile again.

"Ha, senior brother of the prison court, I'll sweep it."

He slid up and immediately saw a kind monk standing beside the fat prison.

Well... I haven't seen it, but my eyes are very positive and bright, and I am a cultivator.

"Stubborn!"

The prison scolded him, and then said to the people around him: "Senior Brother Xuanzang, since the death of Uncle Chen, this kid has become more and more lazy. ”

"Lazy?"

Xuanzang looked Amber up and down, "How can a person who can say that he reflects on his body from time to time and sweeps away the dust in his heart is a lazy person?" ”

"Huh... Haha, I've won awards, in fact, I'm just lazy. ”

Amber snorted, he didn't want to give this golden cicada a reincarnation face, there are thousands of methods in the world, why bother looking for this big bulb?

What should I do if I get into big karma?

He's an ordinary person with a little bit of strength, and he's going to go to the top...

Is there hair? None of the hairs.

"Well, that's good."

However, Xuanzang didn't feel much, he just felt that Amber was very eye-catching, "Zhending, I have a great career to do, you have clear bones and deep roots, you should be with me." ”

"Huh?!" ×2

The prison and Amber exclaimed at the same time.

"Little monk, I'm so lazy to eat, and I don't take a bath, how can He De go with Uncle Xuanzang... Go..."

Amber was really a little panicked this time.

"Eh, I'm sure, this is your blessing!"

The prison also recovered from the shock, and his face was full of joy, "I'm in charge, you go and clean up quickly." ”

(End of chapter)