One early morning a week later, in a small mountain temple filled with morning mist, the bells and drums rang early. The sound of Buddha lingered in the air, and the presiding monk wearing bright red cassocks led a group of eminent monks in the temple to walk slowly.

Entering the back hall, they were followed by a young man with short hair wearing brown monk robes. The high priest Yan Jing and several deputy priests from the Jing clan followed closely behind them. Behind them were four sad-looking people.

Female dependents.

Today is the day when Yanlong, the young leader of the Jing clan, is ordained and becomes a monk.

In the Dai family, getting a tattoo, practicing martial arts, and becoming a monk are all processes that a man must go through in his life. As a descendant of the Jing clan, Yanlong was supposed to complete this ritual when he was a teenager. However, Yanlong disappeared for more than ten years and only recently did he complete it.

I returned to the Jing clan, so I only added this item now.

According to the rules of the Dai family, it takes three to five years for a young man to become a monk before he can return to the secular world. However, now that Yanlong is about to take over as the clan leader, after discussion with the clan priests, this process can be simplified to three months. In other words, Wang

Fan has to live in isolation in this small temple in the mountains for three months.

This back hall is where the monks in the temple deal with internal matters. The ceremonial master raised incense to praise the Buddha, and the abbot mage held the incense to worship the Buddha before he ascended the throne and prayed. After the ceremony, the mage slowly turned around, and the razor handed by the monk was pointed at the kneeling Buddha.

The young man in front of me compassionately said, "Since you have requested to be ordained, I can now ordain the monk for your Dharma master."

"Thank you Master." Wang Fan first knelt down and bowed, then put his hands together to thank the Master.

Seeing the clumps of hair curled up by the razor peeling off Wang Fan's head bit by bit, Yu Han, Liu Xin, and Liang Xinyi held their hands tightly together. Although they knew that this was just a formality, they looked at being

Wang Fan's back surrounded by fragrant mist always felt like he was so far away from them, so far away that it was difficult to touch.

Soon, Wang Fan, who had completed his tonsure, was surrounded by a group of monks and slowly walked into the inner hall. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but the monks blocked him behind Wang Fan intentionally or unintentionally, blocking the way from the women.

The line of sight between Wang Fan and Wang Fan. Even when he and Wang Fan turned the corner, they could not catch a glimpse of the women.

"Woo" Seeing a group of monks entering the inner hall, Liang Xinyi couldn't control herself at first. She ran out of the back hall with her mouth covered, fell down on an old tree in the courtyard and sobbed.

"Don't be sad, it's only three months. Wang Fan will be back in three months." Liu Xin, who chased after her, pressed Liang Xinyi's shoulders to comfort her.

"Three months... such a long three months." Liang Xinyi looked back at Liu Xin and suddenly sneered, "You come to comfort me, aren't your eyes red too? Like a rabbit."

"I, I hate that he just left without looking back at us."

"With so many monks in the way, even if he turns around, can you see it?" Liu Xin, who followed him out, chuckled, "Okay, they are all women, everyone is worried about him, what's wrong with that?

It’s easy to admit...Oh, it’s just that after he left, I felt really empty."

The three women hugged each other silently, feeling the pain in each other's hearts and comforting each other's sadness at the same time.

On the way back, the three girls and An Lan were riding in the same car. Liang Xinyi, who had always been a bit sentimental, looked out the car window and suddenly said, "This time it's only been three months and it's been so long. If one day it really is...

If he really doesn’t come back, what should we do?”

The carriage suddenly fell silent, everyone was thinking.

This small temple in the mountain has a very common name - "Bodhi Temple". It is a clan temple that has always been worshiped by the Jing clan. Generally, Jing clan disciples come here to practice as monks. As Wang Fan, he is treated in the temple.

Naturally, it is not low. There is no need to do homework on time, and there is no need to assign any tasks. Special monks are also arranged to take turns to take care of Wang Fan's daily life. In fact, as long as Wang Fan stays in the temple with peace of mind for three months, he does not violate the Buddhist rules.

The great precepts are considered complete.

However, Wang Fan doesn't care just about the poor life in the mountains. He was also born in a poor family and grew up in a homeless situation. This hardship is nothing to him. The most difficult thing is the depression and loneliness in the temple.

The Bodhi Temple is located in the jungle on the mountainside. There is no water or electricity yet. To drink water, you have to fetch it from the mountain stream. To do anything at night, you can only rely on candles and oil lamps. Here, there are just a bunch of mobile phones and computers.

Scrap iron.

"Wuming, what do you usually do at night?" After dinner, Wang Fan asked the young monk who was serving him today. These young monks who took turns serving him were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they were all disciples of the Jing clan.

But they all practice according to normal procedures.

"Uncle Master, it's not convenient to do anything in this mountain. Except for a few who are particularly diligent and read Buddhist scriptures, we usually go to bed at 1:00 o'clock." Wang Fan directly named himself as a disciple of Master Zhizhi, the presiding master.

, his generation is naturally a generation higher than these little Shani.

"Go to bed at ** o'clock?" Wang Fan, who was used to going to bed late, felt a pain in his balls. He usually didn't go to bed until one or two o'clock, how could he endure this suffering?

"But Uncle Master, Master Abbot also gave instructions, saying that Uncle Master, you have just arrived and you may not be able to adapt to our life here at once. He said that if you really can't sleep, Uncle Master, you can go to the Sutra Collection Hall, where

Maybe there will be books you like."

Wang Fan thought about it, no matter how idle he was, he was just idle, and if he didn't find something to do, he would really be idle.

"Come on, you lead the way to the Sutra Collection Hall."

The Sutra Collection Hall is said to be called "Tang", but it is actually just a bungalow hut on the west side of the temple. In fact, for this small mountain temple with only about 20 monks in total, it is enough to carve out a single room to store books.

It's very good.

Wang Fan watched for a while. Wu Ming, who was leaning against the door, was already yawning. Wang Fan took the candlestick from Wu Ming's hand and said, "Okay, I can just look at it myself. You can go back and rest."

The child was used to the habit of going to bed early and getting up early in the mountains. Wang Fan would feel embarrassed if he was asked to stay up late with him.

"Uh, uncle, do you still know the way back to your room? Otherwise, I'd better wait."

"No need, how big is this temple? I'm already familiar with it today, so don't worry."

"Well, uncle, I will go back to my room and sleep first. You should be careful." Wu Ming said still a little timidly.

"Go ahead and leave more candles here."

Wang Fan sent Xiao Wuming away, holding a candle and looking through the books on the shelf in rows. The area of ​​the "Sutra Collection Hall" was only fifty or sixty square meters, but it was neatly kept. There were three neat rows.

There are stacks of books densely packed on the bookshelf, and the classification of each book on the shelf is marked on the edge, so it doesn't feel confusing at all when searching.

Wang Fan sorted through the categories and looked at them one by one. The two rows next to the door were all Buddhist collections. Of course, there were no precious secret collections in this small temple, they were just some famous Buddhist scriptures.

Wang Fan had no interest in these bitter and difficult-to-understand Buddhist scriptures. He flipped through them casually just to kill time. He glanced at them in a hurry and passed by.

Seeing the words "Buddhist Classic Collection" written on the third row of bookshelves again, Wang Fan felt a chill in his heart. He estimated that he would not find any interesting books to pass the time in this room. He was thinking

Turning around and going back to the room, he suddenly saw a classification note posted on the back half of the bookshelf against the wall. Wang Fan, unwilling to accept it, went over to take a look, hoping to find something new.

The candlelight was close up, and the note read "Medical Collection".

"Medical collections? That's always more interesting than some Buddhist collections," especially since Wang Fan knew that he had planted poisonous insects, he also read some medical books in order to fight against the poisonous insects. Although he pretended to be a fake in front of the three women,

He looked indifferent, but after all, this was a matter of life and death, and Wang Fan did not dare to be negligent.

Wang Fan casually flipped through a few books in the collection, and the books stacked here were obviously much older than the Buddhist scriptures he just read, indicating that these books were much older.

Wang Fan looked down the catalog and found that the catalog was arranged in the order of medical science, pharmacology, prescriptions, and health preservation. There was a small column at the end: "Ancient Books", and there was no bibliography in the content column.

, just written two words: "Details within"

"What kind of ancient books can be found in such a small temple?" Wang Fan laughed in his heart, but Wang Fan, who was so bored, still curiously followed the guidance of the catalog and searched. Later, he discovered that these so-called ancient books were actually the ones placed at the bottom of the bookshelf.

In a wooden box inside, there are several stacks of books covering the outside.

Anyway, he was so bored that he just wanted to help with the "cleaning". Wang Fan moved the books outside, crouched down, and dragged the wooden box out from behind the shelf.

Because the bookshelf itself has added feet, insects and ants can't climb up, so the box is relatively well preserved. This is an old clamshell wooden box with a lock on it, but the lock is already a bit awkward.

There is some rust, although it is not serious, but it is probably because it has not been opened for a while.

This kind of lock was not difficult for Wang Fan at all. He found a small wooden thorn and fiddled with it a few times, and the lock opened with a "snap".

Wang Fan opened the box, and the musty smell inside hit his face. He waved his hands to disperse the musty smell in the air, and looked into the box. There were several stacks of books neatly packed in the box. They were all thread-bound books from the old days. Look like that.

The book is quite old, no wonder it is called an "ancient book".

The catalog did not indicate the title of the book, so Wang Fan only took it out one by one and looked through it. He found that these were all old manuscripts, so it was impossible to know the year when they were written. In many cases, it was even impossible to find out who the author was.

"Perhaps these are some old folk remedies," Wang Fan guessed in his mind.

Suddenly, a book called "Comprehensive Map of Meridians" caught Wang Fan's eyes. What attracted Wang Fan was that it was thick. When stacked in a stack of books, it almost took up half the thickness of the stack of books. When he opened the pages, he saw that there was something inside.
Chapter completed!