Su Changqing smiled and carried a cloth bag of books, and walked onto the bus with a red face. Even though the sack was as heavy as a stone, he still carried it hard, and he didn't care about the redness and purple of his hand.

During this period, some well-wishers saw that he was carrying a big burden and wanted to help him, but they were also rejected by Su Changqing one by one, and now, he is reluctant to let others touch this cloth bag.

Touching the books in the cloth bag with some obsession, Su Changqing smiled with satisfaction.

It's all his.

His eyes narrowed, revealing his yellowed teeth, and he muttered to himself.

Carrying the cloth bag to the big bus, Su Changqing carefully put it on the seat next to him, and then picked out a book, intending to take a look at it on the car, but when he thought of the task released by the system, he hesitated for a moment, and still took out a book called "Basic Theory of Traditional Chinese Medicine".

Although the task released by the system is to memorize the four classics of traditional Chinese medicine, if it is really such a difficult book to read at the beginning, Su Changqing will definitely not understand anything.

Therefore, this system task is really very, very arduous. It is equivalent to self-learning Chinese medicine or learning to become famous.

After Su Changqing learned a little about traditional Chinese medicine, he suddenly felt that there was little hope, but there was still a big difference between doing it and not doing it.

But I don't know why, when he began to read this basic book seriously, his mind was able to quickly remember the things in it.

Su Changqing didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was happy but also puzzled.

Reading a book in the car is a great waste of spirit, but Su Changqing looked at it and actually fell into the book.

“...... The system is a whole composed of the interconnection and mutual constraints of related things. The scientific theory system is a complete system composed of three basic knowledge elements: basic concepts, basic principles or laws, and specific scientific laws. ”

He was immersed in the book, and before he knew it, he memorized these lines, although he didn't understand it, but it didn't matter, he had memorized them. Although he could not completely memorize it, he could barely remember it after reading it a few times.

Su Changqing was very happy, and there was nothing more happier than being able to absorb new knowledge.

Because he was sitting in the back of the big bus, not many people would pay attention to him, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

When he returned to the town, it was already late, the sunset and the waning moon reflected each other, drawing clear poles, Su Changqing didn't know what was wrong, and inexplicably thought of the story that his mother told him before, the legend of the moon and the sun, thinking of this, he looked up at the sky with some reminiscence, and was stunned.

The cloth bag was placed at his feet, and the streets here were no longer lively, because when he walked to the town, it was already dark, so Su Changqing couldn't get home at all now.

After all, in such a dark day, if he fell from under the tree, there must be a high probability of his life.

Therefore, Su Changqing only went to the hotel in the town and stayed for one night.

Su Changqing is okay here, at least there is a place for him to live, but the other two people are not so lucky.

......

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The mountain was so dark that it seemed to be a man-eating beast, and the clouds were piled up thick in the night sky, so that there was not a trace of moonlight.

The night was cold.

Surrounded by mountains, the leaves are bleak, and two figures are walking on the path in the dark, with difficulty.

Yuan Guang held the hand of a little monk in one hand, and a flashlight in the other, and kept walking towards the temple on the hill like a snail.

Lately they don't have much money, they don't even get much money from street performing, they can barely feed them, and they don't have any money left.

This makes Yuanguang, who has always been upright and serious, deeply worried.

Now they are reluctant to even live in a hotel, so they can only buy a quilt and carry it on their backs every day to prevent theft, and run to sleep in the mountain temple at night.

Although he felt that no one would steal it in such a poor place, he had to be just in case!

The faint light of the flashlight shone on the dark path, which could only make him vaguely see the situation one meter in front of his feet, and no matter how far away, he could not see it.

When Yuan Guang dragged the little monk to the mountain temple, the little monk's face had become red, and he was constantly panting.

Yuanguang is a person who practices martial arts, naturally he is not afraid of any tiredness, but the little monk is different, when Yijing is in Baiyun Temple, every day in addition to eating fasting and chanting Buddha is eating fasting and chanting Buddha, not to mention practicing martial arts, even carrying water has never been picked.

Therefore, here, the little monk Yijing is very guilty of his senior brother, and always thinks that he is a little oil bottle.

Of course, Yuan Guang can see it, but he is not good at words, and what he says is of no use to the little monk.

This mountain temple is already a little dilapidated, but it will be cleaned every day, and the dust on the statue will be brushed off, so that this statue has a slight original appearance.

Originally......

Yijing closed his eyes, and imagined in his mind what this place used to look like, the majesty of the red pillars, the dignified statues of gods, and ...... The chanting sound here every day.

The wooden fish rings here, the monks chant here, and the daily bell is melodious.

The little monk thought, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

It's just that when he opened his eyes again, everything was back to its original state.

The dim temple, the slightly hideous statues, everything that was originally gone, with time, has vanished.

Yuan Guang picked up some dead branches from the outside and threw them into the fire, and the fire was blazing, illuminating his face.

The little monk turned his head and followed the young monk outside to pick up dead branches and put them in the temple.

Looking at the dead branches piled up in the corners of the temple, feeling the chill of the autumn wind, Yijing hugged the quilt and shrank next to a fire.

Holding the quilt, the guilt in Yijing's heart became stronger and stronger.

To the senior brother, but also to the Buddha.

He stared at the statue with a blurred face, took the wooden fish out of his bag, and tapped it gently.

This wooden fish was given to him by the master before leaving, and it is usually a personal treasure that the master carries with him, and now, it contains the master's teachings to him Juanjuan, and now, he is constantly encouraging him not to forget the teachings of the Buddha.

People are not in the temple, but their hearts are to the Buddha.

Yijing closed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes and chanted, pious and focused, as if he had forgotten that he had been moved by the female Bodhisattva for a moment.

With the sound of his tapping, he muttered.

“...... The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. ”