The old monk opened his mouth to speak, in the eyes of the little monk, it was very incredible, he had not thought that the old monk just kept silent, but he accompanied the old monk for five years, and never heard the old monk speak, so he was relieved to say many things, that is, he thought that the old monk would not open his mouth anyway, and he would not confide out, but just at that moment, he did hear the words of others, the trail is long and remote, and few people come on weekdays, so it can rule out others from making trouble.

Could it be that the old monk can really speak?

So why didn't you say it in the past few years?

When the little monk thought about it, he felt a little confused, and he was worried for a while.

The old monk still closed his eyes, but he saw the little monk's every move clearly, and even knew what he thought in his heart, which was not difficult for him, if he wanted to know what a person was thinking, except for those saints in heaven and earth, few people could escape his magical powers, and the little monk was just an ordinary monk, so naturally he would not be an exception.

Facing the little monk's cautious questioning, the old monk smiled slightly and said softly: "When did I say that I can't speak?"

When the words fell, the little monk opened his mouth wide, full of surprise, and after coming back to his senses, he felt a little shy, blushing slightly, not daring to look at the old monk, just lowered his head and said, "Why didn't you speak earlier?"

The old monk chuckled and quipped: "You little monk talks so much every day, it's like a flowing spring in the temple, you can't stop, and when I can't find to speak, I can only keep my mouth shut and listen to you." ”

In fact, although the little monk talks a lot, but it is not really much, if it is really like a flowing spring that does not stop, then I am afraid that it will not take long for the throat to dry, the reason why the old monk is silent is completely because of his childlike innocence.

Practicing for thousands of years without getting bored with everything depends on this childlike heart.

Childlike innocence has childlike fun.

Listening to the little monk's narration, isn't it a kind of childlike fun?

The little monk pursed his lips, he was a little aggrieved, as if he was about to cry, but thinking that he couldn't cry in front of outsiders, he held back his tears and said, "You...... You bullied me ......"

There was a slight choking in the words.

The old monk smiled dumbly, at this time he really felt that the little monk was a little interesting, his body was full of childlike fun, not as lifeless as other monks in the temple, except for chanting scriptures all day long, there was no fun at all.

The old monk "looked" at the little monk and said with interest: "You are a little unreasonable, when did I bully you?"

The little monk flattened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, just now he said it as soon as his brain was hot, and now that he thinks about it, it seems that this is really the case, he has always been talking about it, and the old monk is just in front of a spectator.

It seems to be him who is unreasonable.

The little monk was a little unhappy.

The little monk was not confident: "But you know a lot about my ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, and the old monk smiled and said, "I didn't say that I must listen, you said it to me yourself." ”

The little monk was speechless, snorted, sucked back the snot that was about to flow out, and decided not to pay attention to the old monk, and come over by yourself tomorrow.

The little monk also has a little temper in his heart.

Of course, all people have tempers, no matter who they are.

The old monk smiled and scolded: "You are a little monk, you really have a lot of eyes, do you have to hold a grudge like this?"

The little monk was a little puzzled, sighed softly, turned his head, and looked at the old monk suspiciously, how did he know that he had a grudge?

The old monk said as a matter of course: "You still want to stop helping me tomorrow, if this is not a grudge, then what is a grudge?"

The little monk didn't expect his thoughts to be guessed, let alone said, his face turned red, and he lowered his head and looked a little cramped and uneasy.

He thought it was a wonderful day.

Somewhat off the beaten track.

I didn't know what to say for a while, so I could only keep my mouth shut, thinking about getting through the confusion, thinking that when I went back tonight, I would go to the cafeteria to find my senior brother and ask for two more vegetarian buns to suppress my shock, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.

In fact, he could have left, but for some reason, as soon as the idea was born, it disappeared completely, making him feel that staying here with the old monk was the right way, which was very wonderful, but it was a matter of course.

After all, this is the childlike heart of the old monk.

The old monk smiled and asked: "Since you have so many troubles every day, then why don't you want to excuse yourself, everyone in the Great Leiyin Temple is equal, it is not that you have to do this, why do you want to do it?"

Da Lei Yin Temple is the ancestral land of Buddhism, unusually grand, in the eyes of the people of Buddhism in the world, it is a holy place that can not be sought by thinking about it, in which you can be carefree, this is the consistent mind in many Buddhism, but in the little monk, but you can not see the point without worry, some are just worried about daily trivialities, which is very unusual.

The little monk was silent for a moment, and then whispered: " The senior brother in the temple has a lot of homework every day, not only to chant but also to practice, there is no time to do these trivial things, so I will do it, in fact, it is not boring, I have been used to it for so many years, not to mention that the master is also doing this, the master is very dull, he doesn't say anything after doing things, just silently goes to the front yard to see the Bodhisattva, but I know that he is not very happy in his heart, such a big Leiyin Temple, only a few of us clean, very bad, should be buried in the heart, but I think I should talk to someone. ”

The old monk silently listened to the little monk's chatter, and his expression was as smiling as always, but compared to before, this smile was different, but what kind of difference it was, no one said clearly, guessed clearly, maybe only he knew.

The old monk walked over, patted the little monk on the head in amazement, and did not speak.

Then, the old monk left under the eyes of the little monk and walked very steadily.

The little monk was very puzzled, scratched his head, turned around, and always felt that he had forgotten something, until he saw the broom, and he remembered that he was going to sweep the floor.

I wasted a lot of time just now, and I don't know if it's too late.

The little monk picked up the broom and began to sweep the Bodhi leaves that had fallen on the ground.

But one thing he didn't know was that there was a Buddha seal looming on his head, with a faint golden light, which became more and more condensed under the golden light of the Bodhi tree.

I don't know when, the broom in his hand is waving faster, and the fallen leaves that take a lot of effort to sweep away on weekdays are now easy to clear a large area, saving a long time, but he didn't realize it, he just felt that he had to be faster, faster, and when he stopped the broom, he fell into a mysterious realm, and the whole body began to exude a faint golden light, and the original very bright Bodhi tree was bright for a while.

It seems that he does not dare to compete with it.

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After Chen Wen left the Jin Kingdom, he did not return to the Confucian Academy soon, but walked in the human world, since he stepped into the path of cultivation, he has been staying in the Great Zhou world, never left, in fact, it is also ordinary, between this heaven and earth, even if it is a monk, most of them stay in their own places, and few people leave.

After all, there are constant crises on the road, and it would be not worth it to die if you were not clear.

But Chen Wenyi is bold, so he is naturally not afraid of crises, and there may be people who can kill him between heaven and earth, but there are really not many.

One step of a saint is a thousand miles.

At noon, this saint came to the capital of Qingyuan without anyone knowing, and did not go to the tavern inn to eat, but found a school, originally the gentleman there did not want him to come, in the final analysis, it was for rice and grain, but after talking to him about some knowledge, he was happy and convinced of him, if it was not for his age, maybe he would have to kneel down to worship the teacher.

It can be seen that this saint is very knowledgeable.

The environment of the school is not very good, it is also not big, it is very simple, and those who have enjoyed a little blessing will feel that they can't sit down, but Chen Wen did not show the slightest discomfort.

On the contrary, there is some nostalgia, at that time, his way of studying, also started from a dilapidated school, originally wanted to be a big official in the future, no longer subject to poverty, the world often says that the study of literature and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family, said so, but the world is unpredictable, who would have thought that a country boy, can actually step into the door of practice, and can practice step by step to the current realm, was respected as Chen Sheng, I am afraid that no one expected it at the time, maybe even the old master who accepted Chen Wen as a student did not expect that he would regret his talent for a while, and he regretted a saint。

If it spreads, it will be a good talk.

It's just that Chen Wen's husband died early, and he didn't see the current situation, which is a pity.

Saints and saints, three points with saints, seven points with people.

Some melancholy and sighs are inevitable, after all, it is not as unified as Taoism.

Chen Wen came back to his senses, looked at the teacher who was preparing the meal, looked at the reluctant rice grain, and asked: "Some rice grain is just worth much, why are you so reluctant? Isn't the warehouse in the back full of piles?"

Mr. Teaching put the pot on the firewood and sighed: "This world is not easy, in the time of famine, the people are still easy to eat, even the bark is gnawed away, although life is better now, but also must be thrifty, somehow, Qingyuan over the years natural disasters and man-made disasters, first in the early years of the zombies, after the zombies are floods and droughts, at that time the rice is expensive, don't look at me now just save a little rice, but really at that time, maybe I can live a little longer." ”

Mr. Teaching's response was not the answer that Chen Wen was expecting, but there was another reason.

Chen Wen nodded slightly and said no more.

It has been a little strange to see you again for nearly a thousand years.

Chen Wen turned his head to look at the snow outside the door, thinking about something.

After a while, the meal was ready.

Coarse tea and light rice are not very rich, but they have an extra aroma.

After the two sat down and ate, Mr. Jiaoshu began to pack up the dishes and wash the dishes, and when he came back from washing the dishes, he found that Chen Wen was gone.

On the stool where he sat sat a book and a bag of silver taels.