Author: Mr. Xuanxin

Hungry.

It seemed like there was a fire burning in my stomach.

Huizhen held the quilt, curled up, and pursed her lips tightly.

The senior brothers beside them snore and slept soundly.

Their heads with the scars on each one were very round, as if steamed buns were steamed.

Huizhen was hungry and secretly regretted it.

I shouldn't have forced myself to resist the steamed bun that my senior brother secretly brought back for the sake of face.

Because he said the wrong thing during morning class, the master in charge of the precepts punished him for a day of meals, and Huizhen has not yet eaten his rice.

Mingde Temple is very strict. Even if you are not allowed to eat, you cannot miss the work of meditating and carrying water, chopping firewood and growing vegetables every day.

After a whole day of hard work, Huizhen was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back.

He regretted why he couldn't think about it and went to Mingde Temple to get out of this family.

"When I was at home, I was also frugal and frugal. I had to serve my maids and nanny for a meal of morning tea."

Huizhen complained in her heart:

"I have been here for half a month. I have not seen supernatural powers or learned Buddhism. I have only recited a few meditation scriptures. I drink porridge and eat vegetarian food every day, and the birds are about to fade out of my mouth!"

He was born in an ordinary family and was the son of a wealthy businessman in the Jiangnan area of ​​the Eastern China Kingdom.

Because I long for the immortals who rely on the void to control the wind and cut off the mountains and rivers in the novel, I clamored to practice.

As the only son in the family, Huizhen is loved very much on weekdays.

My parents couldn't resist him, so they had to send him to the Mingde Temple, which was closest to home.

It is said that a long time ago, when Mingde Temple was prosperous and prosperous, it underwent a major foundation-building practice. Although it has declined now, there are some methods of practice in the temple.

Huizhen was very dissatisfied with sending herself to be a monk.

After all, monks have scars on their heads and are wearing gray clothes, which is too ordinary and crude. How could the immortals who are floating on their swords in the book come from?

What's more, Huizhen also heard that when people collect manure, they go to the temple, it is also a load, and the monk's manure is heavier than normal people.

This kind of thing is really a bit terrible.

But Huizhen finally came to Mingde Temple.

There are two reasons.

First, Buddhism is prevalent in Donghua, and there is no other place to go except to practice Buddhism.

Second, Huizhen read from the story book that the book of the Sutra Library of the Depressed Sect was placed in the corner to eat ashes, and there were mezzanines inside.

In these mezzanines, there are often precious secrets and practice the meaning of the scriptures, and after obtaining them, they can soar into the sky.

The constraints of reality and the expectations in my heart have brought Huizhen to Mingde Temple.

Dad Huizhen knows his son's mentality very well.

He sent Huizhen here, and he also had the idea of ​​discipline and discipline this rebellious son, so that the latter would give him a lesson.

Huizhen's father had already communicated with the temple's host, and wanted this incompetent son to suffer some hardship on the mountain before he could understand how beautiful the flower world outside was.

Huizhen really misses her life at home now.

Imagine the delicacies I had eaten in the past, and my stomach became even more hungry.

He was spoiled since childhood, so how could he suffer such grievances?

"Wait tomorrow, tomorrow morning, I will go down the mountain as soon as the sky is dawn..."

Huizhen gritted her teeth.

He planned to make up for the hardship he suffered in the past few days after he returned.

Then I will post a reward and find a real immortal cultivator.

Monk or something, whoever loves to be a man!

Although the monk's room is spacious, there are many novice monks sleeping here, and there are also large bunks of shops, which are very crowded.

Huizhen could smell the sour smell of sweat from the quilt beside her.

"Since I'm planning to go down the mountain, why should I endure the precepts of this temple?"

He thought in his mind:

"I think there should be some food left in the house in the temple. Although it is some coarse grains and vegetarian dishes, it can help me survive tonight."

As soon as this thought came to mind, Huizhen couldn't control her stomach and she couldn't bear it even if she wanted to.

He tiptoed up on the bed, avoided his sleeping seniors, put on his monk's clothes and shoes, gently pushed open the door, and slipped out.

The moon is as cool as water, sprinkling on the ground.

Using the moonlight, Huizhen walked towards the kitchen.

He was not worried that his whereabouts would be discovered. He came to Mingde Temple for half a month and Huizhen had already clearly understood the work and schedule of the monks in the temple.

Just after midnight, the master and his brothers were sleeping soundly, and there was no one on duty in the kitchen.

After two cups of tea, Huizhen came to the door of the kitchen.

In order to prevent any rats stealing food from entering, the door of the room was locked, but this was not a problem for Huizhen.

A few days ago, he noticed that the door latch of the kitchen had been loose due to disrepair.

It doesn't take much effort to break it off.

"Before going down the mountain tomorrow, I will ask my masters to admit a mistake and ask my father to donate a new kitchen to the temple."

Huizhen's family is not short of money, so she unpacks a lock and then compensates for a new house. I think the masters will not blame him.

He reached out and grabbed the door tie, pulled it hard, and most of the door tie was pulled off.

Huizhen pulled it a little more and made a big noise, and the door latch fell off.

With a creak, the door of the kitchen opened.

What appeared in front of him was a dark room, with no fingers in sight, as if a ferocious beast that had chosen people to eat.

Huizhen felt a little nervous, feeling guilty.

He stood near the door, touched the flint from the stove, and took off the oil lamp hanging at the door.

The oil lamp was lit, and although the light was weak, it allowed him to see the scene inside clearly.

Huizhen breathed a sigh of relief, held the oil lamp and walked in.

As the kitchen house of Ming'an Temple, the space here is actually very large, with three large rooms inside and outside.

The outer room is for cooking, with a row of stoves built and the windows are open for ventilation.

The place Huizhen is looking for is the second kitchen house.

Huizhen looked at the oil lamp in her hand.

Mingde Temple does not make fires at night to make rice, and not many oil lamps are used.

Therefore, few people will pay attention to how much oil is left in the oil lamp, and naturally few people can remember to add new fuel to the lamp.

The lights were not very bright. He took a look and found that there was not much oil left in the lamp, and he needed to act quickly.

It was quiet around, and Huizhen could hear her thumping heartbeat.

He lifted the curtains that separated the room, went to the inner room, looked at it for a few seconds, and saw a basket on the table with a pot lid.

Huizhen walked over quickly, took off the lid of the pot, and put a few coarse grain buns in the basket, which were not small.

He was so hungry that he didn't hesitate, he picked up a bun and took a bite.

Although the steamed buns in the basket were already cold and hard, Huizhen felt that they were extremely delicious.

After eating steamed buns, Huizhen ran to the other end of the room and scooped a scoop of water from the water tank.

At this moment, he accidentally glanced at the inner room, the place that was regarded as a utility room.

When you see through the door curtain, you can vaguely see a large cylinder.

This large jar is more than one person tall, with a dark body and a thick shape, with some blurry patterns engraved on it.

Huizhen put the scoop in her hand down.

In his impression, this big jar was sent in from outside.

The monk who came to deliver the jar claimed to be from Tianchong Temple.

This name is consistent with the true Buddha [Tian Chong Buddha] that all the people in the Donghua Kingdom believe in.

Huizhen was born in an ordinary country and did not know the affairs of the world of cultivation, nor did she know the origin of Tianchong Temple.

But after seeing the monk from Tianchong Temple, the oldest and most knowledgeable host in the temple became excited.
To be continued...