The snow in the mountains always comes earlier than elsewhere.

Although the elder brother brought a cart of charcoal from the bottom of the mountain, it was not enough as the snow covered the mountain. In order to save, several senior brothers had to sleep in a squatter again.

Naturally, there will be no spare charcoal fire for the scripture building.

This makes the fate of copying the scriptures miserable. Fortunately, he has been living in this world for three years, and he can endure these hardships.

Qin Kong let out a hot breath, then quickly rubbed his hands, and only after his hands were warm up again did he pick up the pen again and continue to write the following content.

In a hurry to finish today's homework earlier, he wrote so carefully that the call of the third senior brother almost caused the ink to scribble the written words.

He glanced at his senior brother dissatisfied, but the latter was unconscious, leaning against the window with a smile, looking enviously at the beautiful and neat little block on the table, and exclaimed: "No wonder Senior Brother supports you to copy the scriptures so much, this writing is really good." ”

Yuan Xing was helpless, seeing that he almost leaned over half of his body, raised his eyebrows, wanted to open his mouth and forcibly held back, but first covered his mouth with his left hand, and then said sullenly: "Senior brother drilled the window again, be careful that senior brother will scold you again when he sees it." ”

Yuankong pouted: "Senior Brother Gang went down the mountain in a hurry, and he couldn't come back in ten days and a half." After a pause, he sighed: "I'm afraid that something big has happened under the mountain, so that the senior brother has been absent-minded recently, and I have eaten stone ...... in the fasting meal for many days in a row."

Yuan Xing coughed dryly, and hurriedly picked up the pen and continued to copy the scriptures.

Seeing that his right hand was still covering his mouth, Yuankong smiled again: "Isn't it that the front teeth are missing, as for being so careful?" When it's time to change your teeth at such an age, who in the temple will laugh at you? ”

Who? Isn't that you? Yuan Xing complained silently, but his hand was put down.

"Little adult...... Yuankong muttered, looked at his junior brother again, and frowned: "I always feel that you are too mature, not like a child, is this what the elders said about Su Hui?" ”

Yuan Xing's expression was faint, but he didn't explain. In fact, because this is a monastery, everyone is a monk who believes in Buddhism, so he doesn't bother to hide himself, and he is not in the mood to pretend to be a child.

However, the senior brother's question reminded him of his previous life, when he was young, he only knew how to study, and he stayed at home after graduation, even Qin Kong of Blue Star was mostly active in the laboratory. Aside from relatives and limited friends, relationships are outrageously simple. When you think about it, it's no different from being in a temple.

Could it be that he crossed over to Tianchan Temple, it was really fate?

With this sadness in mind, he quickly finished copying the scriptures and waited for the ink on the paper to dry.

Seeing that he put down the brush, he hurriedly took out a cloth bag from his arms, and opened it on the table like a treasure across the window, and inside was a hazelnut that was still steaming: "When the senior brother got off the mountain, I secretly ran to the dining hall to fry it." As he spoke, he also crushed the hazelnuts that had no cracks one by one, so that it would be more convenient for the little junior brother to eat.

The fringed dried fruits are indeed better than the raw.

The spiritual life is rigid and boring, and only when you secretly enjoy food is the most comfortable.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the little novice has become a handsome young man.

It's still a scripture building, and it's still winter.

It's just that the third senior brother is not as frivolous and naughty as he was at the beginning, but sits upright in front of him. Picked up the fragrant tea and tasted it slowly: "Tomorrow I will go to ask the master for permission to go down the mountain to return to the world." ”

Yuan Xing's pen shook, and he looked up at him in surprise for a while before sighing: "Also, the situation in Senior Brother's family is special, and it is time to go back and have a look." ”

Yuankong didn't raise his eyelids, just stared at the tea bowl, and whispered: "The urging at home is too urgent...... and he smiled easily: "I remember that you always argued to return the vulgar when you were young, how about going down the mountain together this time?" You are good at kung fu, and it is not difficult to find a job to make money. ”

Yuan Xing put down the pen and said solemnly: "The supreme and profound subtle method, millions of calamities are encountered. I have seen and heard it now, and I am willing to interpret it as it comes. I'm used to life here and don't want to change anymore. ”

Yuankong seemed to know that he would say this, his expression did not change, and he still smiled: "Also, among the senior brothers, you are the one with the most Buddha nature." ”

Yuan Xing also laughed, and after a while, he lowered his eyes and said, "Senior brother has a family and mother to worry about, and it is natural for him to be vulgar. I am alone in this life, but my relatives are all in the mountains, and I can't give up. ”

The field was quiet for a long time, Yuankong carried the teapot, the first junior disciple poured a full cup, and then refilled his own, and then picked up the cup: "Wait for you to travel, remember to come down the mountain to find me." See you in the future. ”

Yuan Xing also raised his glass and said with a smile: "Goodbye to the rivers and lakes......"

In the early morning three days later, the third senior brother left the temple gate early.

Yuan Xing kept smiling, and felt that the time was almost up, so he climbed the bell tower.

The sound of the big bell of Tianchan Temple is pure and long, mellow and loud.

After one hundred and eight bells here, he looked at the drum tower opposite, and sure enough, the second senior brother had already sounded the big drum. In the slow sound of drums, Yuan Xing looked down the mountain, and his eyes were already in sight, and he couldn't see the figure of the third senior brother.

The sound of bells and drums spread far away, breaking through the dark night and telling the people of the world the direction of the temple.

It's like a life story, when the old story is told, a new story will happen.

As long as the temple is still there, the morning bell and dusk drum will still resound on the mountains......

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The new book was slow and had a difficult start, which made my blood pressure high.

I had to write something else to change my mind, of course, for fear that you would forget me.

Everyone wants to see who's extra, although leave a message at the starting point, I'll find time to post it. Ahem, Fang Daochang is exempt, her story is more than the number of words in the book of Buddhism, I really don't have the energy to abbreviate it.