In the early morning, the sun gradually emerged from the distant mountains, the sky became slightly brighter, and the faint light dyed the morning mist into goose yellow, covering the steep peaks and the eaves of the temples that were looming in the forest.

On the stone steps of the mountain road, the wild walk, sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky, and slowly stood up.

My whole body was full of energy, and my robes were wet with dew and instantly dry.

He took out the robes from his backpack and put them on. Only then did he face the direction of the temple, relaxed his whole body, and began his routine morning class.

When it was dawn, he stopped chanting scriptures, tidied up his clothes and robes again, then carried his bag, and walked up the steps calmly.

At this time, a little novice monk was pushing open the gate of the temple and seeing the strange monk appearing on the steps outside, and was stunned. Tianchan Temple is located in the deep mountain. Not to mention the monks who come to the door to hold orders on weekdays, even pilgrims have not seen many. Since he entered the temple, he has seen people who went up the mountain in the early morning.

Yuan Xing had already approached and looked at the strange little novice monk. He thought he should be a new disciple who had left the temple. Although he was in a hurry to see his master, he had to follow the rules.

"Amitabha, please tell the young master to report to the great monk that he has returned to the temple." He clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"Fate Xing..." The little novice monk looked him up and down, feeling that the name was very familiar, and the other party was similar to his master and uncle who had obtained the Dharma name. He did not dare to neglect at the moment, so he closed his tens and claimed the crime, turned around and ran back.

Yuan Xing couldn't help laughing when he looked at his frizzy back, then sighed again, stood in front of the door solemnly, and waited quietly.

After he came out of Lijia Village, he found the way back a day and a night. It was already dark at that time. He knew the rules of the temple and did not dare to disturb him in the middle of the night, so he caught dew on the steps all night.

After a while, footsteps came out of the temple. He looked at him and saw that the little novice monk who went back to report the news was leading a monk wearing a patched monk robe to come hurriedly? The moment he saw him? The old-fashioned face, who was usually serious, was dyed with excitement, and a faint smile spread from his mouth: "You are really back."

Yuan Xing smiled and greeted him? He hurriedly put his hands together and bowed: "Second Brother."

The person who came was the second senior brother who had not seen him for many years? Yuan Chen.

"You have not heard from you for so many years. You have experienced so long in the world? Have you made some progress in Buddhism?" The second senior brother, who has always been like a dull gourd, said such a long sentence as soon as he met? This is in the memory of Yuanxing? But it has never happened before.

After feeling the other party's emotions, he felt warm and smiled and said, "I didn't make much progress, but I've gained some insight."

Yuan Chenzai looked him carefully? Then he nodded. Then he returned to his solemnity: "Since you have returned, let's go and meet the elders first."

Then he took him into the Tianchan Temple, which he had been away from for a long time.

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Time seems to be fixed in this ancient temple. The steps in the temple are still mottled, and the old pine trees in the corners are still crooked. The doors and windows of the houses are old, and even the paint falling from the Buddha statues in the hall seems to be no different from before leaving.

At this time, the morning class in the temple had already ended, and the elders all returned to their rooms. Although they were anxious, Yuan Xing still held back and went to the main hall and the side hall to worship incense. Then they went to see several elders respectively.

At this time, five years have passed since Yuanxing traveled back to this world last time? That is to say, it has been ten years since he went down the mountain.

There were more wrinkles on the abbot's face? He also began to speak. After the fate had given great gifts, he first took the teaching of the Buddhist scriptures. Seeing that he was very sensible and could even express his own opinions, he nodded. He learned that he had entered the innate world and was even more satisfied and happily accepted the reading glasses.

The master has not changed much, only his white eyebrows have longer, but he has much more kind eyes than before. But this is all superficial, and he is still very strict with his disciples.

Facing the bow of the fate, he didn't ask him to get up, but instead asked about his experiences going down the mountain over the years.

Yuan Xing said something he could speak. After listening to it, the other party pondered for a while before asking him to get up. After taking the gift, he didn't even look at it and put it aside. He told him to go to his meditation room to listen to the training in the evening, and then waved his hand to drive him away.

There was nothing to talk to with the third uncle. The other party pulled Yuan Xing up, who was about to give a gift, and patted him on the shoulder, then smiled and replaced the steel ring knife that Yuan Xing gave him on the spot, and went to patrol on his own.

Yuan Xing came out of the elder's room and saw the smiling senior brother and the second senior brother who returned to his former appearance.

Several brothers who had not seen each other for many years gathered together, so of course they had to have a chat. During this period, a disciple came to serve tea. Yuanxing saw that he was happy. It was the good fruit that had been traveling with him. At this time, Liangguo had already received the great precepts and became a formal monk. He was also very excited to see Yuanxing, but due to the rules, he didn't say much, but the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.

When he left with an empty kettle, Yuan Xing withdrew his gaze and said to the senior brother with a smile: "Good fruit is very talented, and he will become a generation of monks in the future."

"Haha." At this time, the golden cicada suddenly appeared and gave two cold words of complaint.

Yuanxing pretended that he didn't see it, and he didn't tell a lie. Is it okay that he said it was completely true?

Yuanfa smiled: "It's thanks to my junior brother's guidance to him. After you came back from traveling last time, this child seemed to be enlightened. The Dharma has been progressing very quickly. I am ready to inherit his legacy in the future."

Yuan Xing was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly remembered the ruins he saw six hundred years later, and an obscure feeling surged in his heart. However, after all, he had experienced many things, and this uncomfortable feeling flashed across his face and was not seen by his two senior brothers.

After chatting for a long time, Yuan Xing finally gave the gift he prepared. The reading glasses he prepared for the eldest brother were also go pieces and Buddhist scriptures for the second brother. Both of them took them calmly.

After lunch, they went back to their rooms to rest.

In the afternoon, Yuanxing, who had a good night's sleep, received the younger generations who came to pay homage to him. After a lot of things, it was dark.

He sighed deeply and went to the master's Zen Room with a nervous mood to be scolded.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the room, he was scolded by his master, targeting him for giving up his precepts and killing without authorization.

Yuan Xing dared not refute a word, so he bowed his head and felt it. Perhaps his wilted look had worked. The old monk Fuguang calmed down a little and walked to the table to sit down.

Seeing this, Yuanxing hurriedly ran up to pour tea for the master and whispered: "The eldest brother has also trained his disciples, but he knows that he is wrong. Please calm down."

Fu Guang glanced at him sideways, hummed, and called his Dharma name: "Buddha Zen, you have been smart since childhood, and you even have the fate to practice supernatural powers. It can be said that you have a deep Buddhist connection. But this is why you must keep quiet. I have not been taught well ten years ago, and you have gone down the mountain in a hurry. I have been worried over the years that you don't believe you will do something that will betray your masters. I am worried that you will use supernatural powers inappropriately. You must know that supernatural powers are not as good as karma. If you rely on them blindly, you will backfire and make it an obstacle to the path to liberation and is not conducive to your practice."

Yuan Xing quickly stood up and agreed seriously: "Disciple can't do it."

In fact, he did not rely too much on supernatural powers. Since he learned the Heavenly Eye Power, he used the Earth once except for the first time out of curiosity. Because the Great Li Dynasty had to observe one of his luck, he had never activated the rest of the time. Of course, this was also related to the "backlash" caused by sequelae after the first use. In fact, there was a shadow of meaning in his heart, so he rarely used it unless necessary.

Recently, Shenzu Tong is often used, either for escaping or fighting, or for urgent situations, he has to do so. In his perception, he does not deliberately show off his skills in front of others and uses them if necessary. Well, if you use them when you get lost, it is a forced act. As for the situation and crisis, it is still hidden and unwilling to use them, which is definitely a brainless act.

Seeing that his expression was extremely serious and knew his character, the old monk no longer had to get involved in this topic, so he asked about other precepts, such as whether he had eaten meat after going down the mountain, whether he had intentional physical contact with the female donor, etc., and asked in great detail, and Yuanxing also answered one by one. After the inquiry, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he secretly blamed himself for leaving the temple, and he really neglected many rules.

Seeing his changes, the gloomy face of the old monk who knew him deeply finally looked a little better.

Yuanxing saw that it was getting late, and the master seemed to have finished speaking again. He asked to leave. The other party agreed to him and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be fine if he was scolded.

But who knew that when he went out, the old monk behind him played with the gifts given by his disciples in the candlelight, but seemed to be careless in his mouth: "You have made a mistake at the foot of the mountain. Although you have a reason for your words, you cannot cover up your master. You have to punish your big mistakes. You can kneel down for one day and silently expel it for three months."

"Ah?" Yuan Xing shivered. The so-called kneeling incense means kneeling in front of the lit incense and wait properly until the incense burns out.

But silent expulsion is much more serious. In addition to forcibly expelling from the temple or expelling the master, this is already the most serious punishment. The so-called silent expulsion means that the monks are restricted from their personal freedom and are responsible for the most difficult and tiring work in the temple every day. This is nothing. He has done a long time to work hard and tiring. However, there is also a strict regulation that during the period of punishment, monks who make mistakes cannot talk to anyone.

This is really terrible for Yuanxing, who finally came back. You know, although he is not a chattering man, he likes to talk to himself when he is alone. He likes to complain even more when he is fine. He asks him not to speak for three months, which is really a pain in his feet.

But the master is the master, and he can only follow his orders and actions, not to mention that he did make a mistake.

It turns out that the master who knows his temperament only scolds him at night to leave a day for him to reminisce about the past and then force him to practice "closed-mouth" for three months?

This is quite humane.

Yuan Xing couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's really...

It’s bitter!
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