At dawn, the sun is about to come out, and the melodious bells wake up the people in the capital from their sleep. Originally, the evening drum and morning bell are the daily homework of the temple, but in this city, they also have the function of telling the time to the people. In fact,
People in the capital listen to the temple bells when they live, sleep and eat. The temples will also adjust the time of ringing the bells as the seasons change to adapt to the length of day and night and take care of the people's work and rest in winter and summer.
According to the solemn statement, the Buddha is compassionate and compassionate to the world, and the monks should try their best to facilitate the people. But in fact, this is a commercial behavior-the temple provides time telling services to the people, and the people give back incense, money and food.
Since it is a business activity, of course the customer must be regarded as God, and I believe the Buddha would not blame him.
However, not every temple will receive feedback from the residents. For example, the Qingshou Temple in the Imperial City is a good example of people who ring the bells but no one offers incense. The young monks finished ringing the bells feebly and then started sweeping the courtyard with brooms.
...As for the great monks, they are doing morning lessons at the moment. There is only one exception for the great monk, that is, the monk Xinci who serves as the Zhike monk. He is responsible for all external affairs of the temple, so he is exempted from morning lessons.
It stands to reason that the temple should be open at this time, and pilgrims can come. However, Qingshou Temple has always been avoided by the common people, and there are only a few doors open until late at night, so there is no need to open the door so early. However, I am in a good mood today, so I opened it early.
After entering the courtyard gate, I found a pilgrim. I couldn't help but be overjoyed and thought to myself, where is the sun coming out? Someone came to offer incense.
The pilgrim was wearing a bamboo hat, so he couldn't see his true face, but he was so kind that he didn't care what kind of ghost or snake he was. Anyway, those who dared to come to Qingshou Temple to cause trouble were not even born yet. He greeted him with a smile and said, "The donor came so early.
You are so smart. Taking advantage of the fact that there are not many people offering incense and the Buddha is not busy, I would like to pray for something that will be particularly effective..."
The pilgrim listened patiently to his noises, shaking his shoulders as if he was holding back crying or laughing. The two entered the main hall, and the pilgrim took off his bamboo hat. Xinci was dumbfounded and couldn't help feeling depressed. It turned out that
The sun still rises from the east, and those who come are not pilgrims at all.
"Brother." That person was naturally Wang Xian. After offering incense and kowtow to the Buddha, he stood up, clasped his hands together and said with a smile, "Why don't you welcome me?"
"Why aren't you welcome?" Xinci said disappointedly, "But you came early, the abbot is still in meditation."
"It doesn't matter." Wang Xian smiled and said, "I came here early specifically so I could talk to my senior brother."
"I think you just had breakfast." A smile appeared on Xinci's face, and she accompanied him inside. "You are here today, there is something to eat in the morning."
"Senior brother is indeed a wise man." Wang Xian said with a cheeky smile: "I'm just here to catch breakfast. The some noodles at Qingshou Temple are really delicious."
"Of course, it is something that the emperor will never forget after eating it." Xinci couldn't help but feel proud, and after finishing speaking, he said depressedly: "Free meals, but no one comes to eat, what kind of world is this."
"Isn't that good? You are still free, and the temple can pay two less." Wang Xian smiled and said: "They say that every day a monk strikes the clock, why can't senior brother always look away?"
"This poor monk doesn't like to hear this." Zhike Monk said with a serious face: "I am Zhike Monk, who specializes in receiving pilgrims. If no pilgrims come to my door all day long, wouldn't I become a freeloader? Oh, how embarrassing it is...
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"Ha." Wang Xian couldn't help laughing and said, "Senior brother is really full of integrity."
"Uh..." Xinci heard what he said was interesting, and was about to laugh out loud when she suddenly heard a noise coming from the dining hall. Her face immediately darkened, and she quickly went in to check.
Wang Xian followed Xinci into the dining hall and saw a young monk fighting with several adult monks. Although the young monk was powerful and skilled, the monks at Qingshou Temple were very evil and even cooked.
All the monks have great skills.
In addition, there were many people bullying the few, and several monks made a fool of the young monk. The young monk suddenly threw himself at the person in front of him, and the monk behind him kicked him in the buttocks and kicked him to pieces. All the monks
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wang Xian frowned slightly, because he saw who the young monk was. He was the eldest son of Mahamu, Changsun Yexian, whom he brought back from Mobei. He was now a young monk in Qingshou Temple. As soon as he thought of the Buddhist name, he started speaking
, still considered his disciple... However, he did not shout out to stop the monks. Instead, he stood at the door with his arms folded, looking with interest to see what would happen next.
He wanted to take a closer look to see what was so extraordinary about Ye Xian. If Ye Xian was indeed the one who would capture the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty in the future, he would not succumb so easily. Sure enough, Ye Xian threw himself on the ground and rolled away.
, so he hugged one of the monk's legs. The monk quickly raised his other foot and tried to kick him away, but he let out a scream that was not like a human howl:
"ah"
Wang Xian watched clearly from the side, and bit the monk's calf hard first... The monk immediately fell to the ground in pain, covered his calf with one hand and howled miserably, turned his other hand into a palm, and Chao Ye started to panic.
Hit away.
"Let go, let go," the monk howled in a human-like voice. He didn't seem to notice anything at first, but just bit his calf. The monk was in pain and angry, and lost his mind. He actually attacked with all his strength.
After a few blows, he would vomit blood... This meant that he was eating snacks, eating meat, drinking milk, and practicing martial arts. His body was extremely strong. If an ordinary person had received these few blows, his internal organs would have been smashed.
Even so, Ye Xian still bites his tongue and refuses to let go, his eyes are blood red, like a hungry wolf cub...
At first, when he heard that someone was fighting in the dining hall, Xinci was quite anxious, but when he saw that it was the thornhead who was getting beaten first, he stood aside and laughed at him being bullied. Until both sides saw blood, they were about to show up.
When he was about to die, he coughed and shouted: "Stop, are you just taking the precepts with food?"
"Senior Brother..." When several great monks saw Senior Brother Xinci coming, they hurriedly stepped forward to start a fight. But they couldn't pull him away, so they had to greet him with fists and kicks, knock him out, and then opened his jaw before pulling him away.
Separate yourself from that monk first.
Not long after Ye was knocked unconscious, the monk also fainted from the pain... At this time, everyone discovered with horror that on the monk's bloody calf, two rows of clear tooth marks were visible deep into the bone. The monks couldn't help but gasped, and they all said
Speechless.
Fortunately, Wang Xian coughed and alerted the monk Zhike. He quickly asked the monks to carry the two of them to a side room and quietly had them treated to avoid making things worse.
As soon as they were carried away, the monks finished their morning prayers and filed in to have a meal.
Zhi Keseng and Wang Xian sat down at a table in the corner, secretly wiping their sweat and saying: "If we continue like this, we will definitely lose our lives."
"What's going on?" Wang Xian looked at the monks who were sitting one after another, with a complicated expression on his face. Ordinarily, he didn't need to feel bad, but after all, the boy was brought from the grassland by himself, and he had promised to his grandfather and father.
, will take good care of him. Now it seems that Ye Xian's situation is obviously worse than bad, very bad.
This cannot but be said to be his dereliction of duty.
"I've asked, and it's like this," Xinci whispered: "You also know that the disciplines in the temple are very strict. Even though Yi Nian has been here for more than a year, he still makes mistakes easily. If you make a mistake, you will naturally be punished. Yesterday
He was punished with not eating for a day. He might have been starving this morning. He ran to the kitchen to steal some food before the meal started. He was caught by some monks in charge of the kitchen. The two sides started arguing and then started fighting.
Got it..."
"Does my master know about this?" Wang Xian asked in a low voice.
"How can the abbot care about such trivial matters? Now all the monks in the temple are under the strict control of the lawyer." Xinci nodded towards the door with his chin, and Wang Xian saw a middle-aged monk with dark eyebrows and a serious face coming in.
As soon as the monk came in, the already slightly noisy dining hall was immediately audible. All the monks sat at attention, looking at their noses and minds, for fear of being picked out by him.
The disciplinary monk with a strict heart first glanced at the monks with a stern look, then walked calmly to a monk and asked: "Has Master's breakfast been delivered?
"I'm going to deliver it now." The monk hurriedly stood up holding a food box.
"Why are you still lingering?" Xinyan said coldly.
"Senior Brother Xinyan, I'd better go and see him off." A voice suddenly sounded out. Someone actually spoke without permission.
Already?" Although Wang Xian was secretly accepted as a closed disciple by Monk Daoyan, at least important figures such as the Discipline Monk and Zhike Monk knew about it.
"Haha, good morning, senior brother." Wang Xian clasped his palms together and said, "It's been a long time since I listened to my master's teachings, and it's been a long time since I ate the plain noodles in our temple. I miss you very much."
"Amitabha." Xinyan couldn't understand whether Wang Xian wanted to eat noodles or miss his master. But the other person was not a monk in the temple, and he couldn't act like a senior brother, so he had to pronounce the Buddha's name to express his dissatisfaction.
"Then I'll go, senior brother." Wang Xian took him as agreeing, grinned at the little monk delivering the food, picked up the food box and went out.
The young monk watched in astonishment as Wang Xian disappeared at the door of the dining hall, and then timidly looked at Xin Yan.
Xinyan snorted, ignored the young monk, walked to his seat and sat down. The monks calmed down, chanted sutras under the leadership of the senior brother, and began to eat quietly...
Wang Xian carried the food box in and went outside the Zen room in the backyard. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. After a while, he heard the old monk inside whispering: "Come in.
Wang Xian opened the door and went in. He saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed and his eyebrows lowered. He called out "Peifu" softly, then opened the food box and took out a few copper rice dishes inside.
He took out the bowl and placed it in front of the old monk. He gently placed the chopsticks and spoon on the bowl.
"Coming?" The old monk didn't open his eyes, but he obviously knew who was coming.