Breakfast is ordinary pickled gruel, no one speaks in the huge canteen, everyone eats quietly, Jiang Xun eats very fragrantly.

Originally, the breakfast was very rich, and he would eat it in a different way, and he would drive out to eat the tricks that were not available in Chinese opera and Dongchang Hutong, but now, a bowl of ordinary rice porridge and a plate of coarse salt-pickled pickles can also eat a different taste.

Well, bite the root, Pepsi can do.

He sat next to Master Yanjue, who finished eating, soaked the bowl with boiling water, and drank it slowly into his stomach.

Jiang Xun also followed his example and shook the bowl, Yan Jue smiled, and only said when he walked out of the canteen, "Spare your blessings......"

In the morning, Yan Jue did not take him to chant, but arranged for him to clean the front yard.

The bamboo silk of the broom slashed across the ancient stone slab, making a rustling sound, accompanied by the sound of the warp, which calmed Jiang Xun's heart.

Sweeping the floor, sweeping your own heart, sweeping away all greed, hatred, and hatred.

Today is the fifth day of the practice.

At noon, it is a bun with vegetarian filling, the temple pays attention to not eating at noon, continues to sit in the afternoon, passes through the line, has a night class at five o'clock in the evening, ends the meditation rest at half past eight o'clock, and stops playing the board at half past nine......

Jiang Xun couldn't sleep.

He's hungry!

There is no oil and water in his stomach, he feels like a fried pan in his stomach, he wants to eat, he wants to eat mutton dumplings, he wants to eat Mending meatloaf, he wants to eat Lu cuisine, he wants to eat Cantonese food, he wants to eat home-cooked food made by his mother......

In this way, with the gurgling sound in his stomach, he slowly fell asleep.

……

The sky is not yet dawn, the sky is still dark, but the sound of rain outside the window keeps beating on my heart.

In the hazy morning light, a monk was dimly lit, and behind him were more than a dozen monks marching in turn.

Jiang Xun's figure also appeared in the smoke and rain, the water mist is boundless, pavilions, bridges, temples, trees, people, like a light gray smoke and rain picture, unique mood.

Pious practitioners solemnly lined up in front of the Mahavira Hall, chanting and walking incense...... Every move is very pious and solemn.

Under an unknown large tree, the trunk is thick and the canopy covers the sky.

Through the treetops, the drizzle of stars fell on his body, Jiang Xun chanted the mantra while looking at the distant misty smoke and rain in the distance, without any thought, he seemed to have melted into nature, and the surroundings were ethereal, only the temple bells and Buddha chanting.

After breakfast, the rain stopped.

The mountains are lush with vegetation and even more lush green.

This morning's practice was to go out of the slope, Jiang Xun wore a straw hat on his head, carried a hoe on his shoulder, stepped on the water droplets on the grass, smelled the green fragrance of the grass, and came to a hillside.

With a slight swing of the hoe, the moist soil gently turned over the new soil, the green crops nodded slightly, Jiang Xun smiled and pinched a small insect and gently placed it on the blade of grass on the side.

Green water and green mountains, gurgling streams, a handful of clear water, cold and sweet, he suddenly thought of Yang Zhe again, in this place with beautiful mountains and rivers, it would be good if Yang Zhe was there.

He suddenly felt a pain in his heart, oh, it turned out that he missed someone, and his heart can really hurt.

"Spiegel." Master Yanjue smiled and handed over a leaf, sucking it gently, the root of the leaf has a kind of sweetness, "The monks pay attention to the heart ape and the horse, when the mind arises, it is like an ape, extremely fast, like a galloping horse, wild and wild, unable to contain, at this time the mind should be tied in one place, you can chant the Buddha, you can also hold the mantra ......"

"Please teach me, senior brother." Jiang Xun stood up, clasped his hands together, very respectfully, "Senior brother, ask one more question, listen to your speech, the writing is brilliant, dare to ask what you did before you became a monk?" ”

"Oh," Yan Jue smiled, "I went to Peking University in college......"

Oh???

Jiang Xun looked at the smiling senior brother, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he watched him teach himself how to worship the Buddha and how to recite the mantra......

……

Today's practice is to walk on the feet, and all the monks in the temple are begging for food along the way, and it is okay to receive alms of food, but they must not touch money or things, which is called not taking the money vow.

The alms begging, and the food for almsgiving should also be brought back, and distributed uniformly by the Yanjue, and it cannot be divided into people's hearts.

Jiang Xun got a piece of steamed bread, just boiling water, sitting on the side of the road, ordinary steamed buns also tasted, at this time, there is no disturbance of external objects, he feels that his heart is very quiet, look at the white clouds in the sky in the distance, go to the poor place of water, sit and watch the clouds rise, it is really comfortable.

When halfway through, it rained heavily in the sky, everyone sat under the tree, while chanting the scriptures while sheltering from the rain, the thunder in the sky was endless, the chanting on the ground was non-stop, the heaven and the earth were in chaos, but Jiang Xun felt that the solemnity surging from the bottom of his heart was filling his body and mind......

The rain gradually stopped.

A kind-hearted female benefactor brought her family's dry clothes, and when she saw her, Jiang Xun suddenly remembered Yang Zhe again......

"Amitabha Buddha ......" He hurriedly controlled his heart, but he couldn't stop his feelings......

Begging for food all the way, chanting all the way to save people, when the monks of Puji Temple returned to the temple, a Toyota Crown stopped on the side of the road.

"Look, they're back, quick, I'll look for which one is Xunzi......"

Ding Zhicheng rolled down the window and looked for Jiang Xun, but the monks were all chanting and holding mantras while walking, all of them were solemn and pious, and they were all wearing the same gray monk's robes, carrying the same straw hats and luggage rolls, it was difficult to identify who Jiang Xun was for a while.

"Yang Zhe, have you seen Jiang Xun?" More than a dozen monks passed, but Jiang Huanhuan didn't find it, and she looked at Yang Zhe helplessly.

Yang Zhe was also looking for it, she looked at them one by one, watched them one by one, and suddenly, her heart shook violently, like a sapling in a storm, and she saw a young monk.

His cheeks are very thin, but his eyes are very calm and soft, and there is a soothing and expansive temperament all over his body, which makes people want to get close to him and get close to him...... Is this Jiang Xun, is it the Jiang Xun she thinks about day and night?

"Xunzi, look, is that Xunzi?" Ding Zhicheng suddenly shouted, he couldn't wait to push the door and get out of the car, but when Jiang Huanhuan looked at Yang Zhe again, she was already in tears.

Alas, this son, isn't this a self-inflicted sin? Let Yang Zhe also suffer?

Looking at Jiang Xun's thin figure, although the brilliance of the past is gone, now he has more temperament on his body, a temperament that makes people look up.

"Xunzi...... Jiang Xun ......" Ding Zhicheng shouted, but no one answered.

A group of monks passed by in turn, and along the way, a good man and a woman immediately came to stop him, "No, my buddy, my best buddy is inside, I called him, by the way, he is not a Xunzi now, but ...... Yes, it's Spiegel! ”

……

They were finally allowed to enter the temple gates.

"Xunzi, why didn't you come to pick us up, it's been an hour......" Ding Zhicheng suddenly stopped, he looked ahead, and then looked back at Yang Zhe, Yang Zhe's lips

After a few movements, she subconsciously stepped forward quickly.

In front of me, a young monk was looking at them calmly with his hands folded.