On July 12 of the fourth year of Qianfu, 100 days of Zen meditation, near the end, Yang Fenglou is in Shaolin, has been accustomed to hearing the bell and getting up, hearing the drum and sleeping, hearing the board to go to the hall, and smelling the days of passing through the hall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Every morning, when there are still mountains and mountains in Shaomuro Mountain, and the sound of birds is sparse, there are monks on duty, holding cloud boards, circling the temple for a circle, and at the same time rhythmically ringing four wooden boards.

As soon as he heard the sound of the board, Yang Fenglou got up, cleaned up the bed, and washed up briefly, and the sound of the bell was already ringing in his ears.

Tight eighteen, slow eighteen, unhurried and eighteen.

This is to urge the monks of the whole monastery to go to the Daxiong Hall and participate in the morning class.

The sky is not bright, only two candles are lit in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Buddha sits in the middle of the main hall, condescendingly looking at the monks of the whole Shaolin Temple, arranging a neat queue, whether it is the Shaolin "up" word monk, or the "Ke" word disciples, all look solemn, do not squint.

Yang Fenglou accompanied the monks to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, because he was just a layman who placed orders in the temple, and could only arrange a futon in the corner of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, where Yang Fenglou chanted with the Shaolin monks every day.

At the end of the day, the master of this letter walked into the Mahavira Treasure Hall, clasped his palms, closed his eyes, and stood directly below the Buddha.

At this time, the bronze bell rang for the last time, and the sound of chanting suddenly rang.

Amitabha, Heart Sutra, Great Compassion Mantra......

Buzzing and humming.

After each sutra, the monks kneel down to worship the Buddha, and then recite another sutra.

Yang Fenglou chanted with the Shaolin monks, and in that peculiar rhythm, his heart abandoned all kinds of distractions, and the spiritual platform was clear.

At three o'clock, the chanting is over, after the monks worship the Buddha again, with the footsteps of the abbot's letter, quietly disperse out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, during which no one speaks noisily.

A moment later, the bell rang in the dining hall on the east side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the morning fast began.

Morning fast is very simple, a porridge, a bun and a pickle.

After reciting the offering mantra, you can start eating.

Yang Fenglou adheres to the "three noes", does not speak, does not make the sound of chewing, and does not have the sound of chopsticks touching the bowl.

After fasting, the monks dispersed and began their day's work.

There are monks on duty, acting as intellectuals, and going to the mountain gate.

There were old monks who began to clean up the entire Shaolin.

There are warrior monks who begin to practice martial arts.

Yang Fenglou followed an elderly monk and walked to the back mountain.

There is a vegetable garden of Shaolin, not big, but the acres of land are reclaimed by Shaolin monks with a hoe, although the Tang Dynasty allocated a large number of communist acres to Shaolin, but with more and more Shaolin monks, although the food is enough, but the green vegetables are a little insufficient, so Shaolin opened up such a small vegetable garden in the back mountain.

It was early autumn, a lot of vegetables in the grassland had already been harvested, but there was still a part of it for growth, carefully calculated, ripe in these days, the perennial vegetable garden monk told Yang Fenglou that this is the most important time, fertilization, watering, weeding, everything is sloppy.

Yang Fenglou followed the old monk and went back and forth between the fields and acres, and before he knew it, a morning had passed.

The cloud board rings again, which is the signal of fasting.

After working for half a day, Yang Fenglou was really hungry, looked at the old monk and smiled, sprinkled the clean water in the bucket to the vegetable seedlings, and then walked back to the hall unhurriedly.

Lunch is slightly richer than early fasting, some greens, some tofu, and that's all, but each person is given an extra bun.

After eating lunch, the monks on duty in the morning are on duty, and another monk on duty goes to replace them, and the rest of the monks who have mistaken things have an hour's rest time, which can be arranged by themselves.

Yang Fenglou returned to the monk's room, opened the Buddhist scriptures, and continued to recite, although this "Great Confession of the Buddha" has to be recited every evening class, but Yang Fenglou always recites it in a bad way, and other scriptures are good to say, that is, when reciting the "Great Confession of the Buddha", it always feels that it does not match the rhythm of the Shaolin chief monk, so he took advantage of the rest time to review it.

An hour later, Yang Fenglou left the monk's room, but did not go to the vegetable garden in the back mountain to continue working, but went to the first ancestral nunnery in the back mountain.

On the small square outside the gate of the first ancestral nunnery, twenty monks were already in the queue, and when they saw Yang Fenglou, they saluted together.

After Yang Fenglou returned the salute, he began to distribute monks.

Some monks continued to be familiar with the Gong and Drum Sutra, and some monks continued to practice the basic skills, and he called a few monks such as the little monk and the little cutie to his side and gave them a look at the play.

Since Yang Fenglou stayed in Shaolin, in addition to working in Zen meditation, he taught these monks to learn Peking Opera according to the agreement with Master Benxin.

The twenty monks led by Xiao Cutie are not very old, and their ability to accept new things is relatively strong, and they learn Peking Opera, and soon, although from Yang Fenglou's point of view, they still have a lot of problems, but they can barely cope with it.

You must know that learning Peking Opera in later generations, formal education, once it is seven years, after seven years, leaving the drama school, and then slowly crawling on the stage, I am afraid that it will not be until the age of thirty or forty to enter the mature period of art.

Little cutie and other monks, if it weren't for the martial arts foundation laid by Shaolin, if they wanted to perform on stage, it would be a fool's dream.

Therefore, although the current situation cannot satisfy Yang Fenglou, it is also the result of the greatest efforts.

For this situation, Yang Fenglou has no way.

Learning Peking Opera is not an overnight thing.

There is no way, I can only follow the routine of Guihe's class and learn while performing.

Fortunately, the people of the Tang Dynasty, after all, have never seen what Peking Opera is like, and they just watch it in a daze.

And what made Yang Fenglou haunted the most was that the abbot of Benxin was frightened by Yang Fenglou's "surprise", and he didn't agree to rehearse "Journey to the West" to death, and only agreed to choose stories from Buddhist scriptures to adapt Peking Opera, and secretly told the little cutie to report the rehearsal every day in a timely manner, and not give Yang Fenglou the opportunity to steal the beams and change the pillars at all.

Yang Fenglou's plan to stage "Journey to the West" in advance went bankrupt, so he had to follow the instructions of the abbot of this letter and chose a Buddhist scripture story to rehearse.

"Lord Yang, I have been fortunate for many days, and in three days it will be the Bon Festival, I wonder if this Peking Opera can be staged?"

"Although there are many flaws, you can try ......"

"This is the best, Obon is one of the important festivals of our religion, this temple should start the Obon puja, pray for the deceased, and be able to get the help of Yang Shizhu's Peking Opera, naturally like a tiger with wings......"

"By the way, the 100-day meditation time is approaching, I have arranged for Shaolin lay disciples to escort Bodhi fruit to come, presumably it is almost there, and when the Obon Festival is over, just when the Bodhi fruit arrives, Yang Shizhu This period of cause and effect, forget it......"

Yang Fenglou listened and pursed his lips.

The abbot of this letter is still like that, talking about cause and effect every day, doesn't he just want to step up rehearsals?

"Please also rest assured that Yang will do his best to help the cute show succeed!" (To be continued.) )