Chapter 417

As soon as Jing Jiu returned to Guocheng temple, he saw a familiar young monk. However, compared with that year, the monk's face was darker and the color of wind and frost was heavier.

The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and was extremely surprised. He shouted out, and then subconsciously covered his mouth tightly and dared not speak.

Jing Jiu always treats people and things coldly, but somehow he looks at the young monk and is a little happy. Maybe this is fate. He smiles and says, "see you again."

The young monk was even more excited when he took the initiative to say hello to himself. He nodded desperately and didn't forget what he did with one hand. It was very funny.

Looking at his appearance, Jing Jiu asked unexpectedly, "are you still practicing closed mouth meditation?"

The young monk was stunned before he woke up. He put down his hand and said in shame, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

Well nine asked, "where's your master?"

The young monk said, "master went to the snow field with his uncle who crossed the sea."

Jing Jiu thought that Zen Zi would go there. Now even the chief of the law hall went to reinforce him. He wanted to come to the snow country and what was happening, and the movement was not small.

But he didn't ask anything. Anyway, he wouldn't go north.

The young monk wanted to say something to him. Listening to the call bell outside the temple, he quickly said, "there is an epidemic in Yu County. I have to go first."

Just a few steps away, he stopped again, turned back and asked, "how many days will you stay in the temple?"

Well nine said, "for a long time."

The young monk was very happy, smiled and saluted Zhao Layue, and hurried out of the temple door.

"Young master, do you know him?"

At the age of ten, Liu wondered why Jing Jiu knew the common medical monk in the temple.

Zhao Layue said nearby, "when we first left Qingshan for a tour, we met this monk and his master in Chaonan city. They were good."

When Liu was ten years old, he remembered that he was preparing to betray the mountain gate and pretended to be crazy in the stone chamber of Tianguang peak. He couldn't help smiling.

It's all a thing of the past. He has been studying scriptures in Guocheng temple for seven years and has no longer cherished, including his former teacher Bai Rujing.

Through many temples, I returned to the deepest courtyard of Guocheng temple.

When Liu was ten years old, he was surprised and asked, "do you live in Jingyuan?"

Zhao La Yue asked, "is this called Jingyuan? Do you know here? "

"A few years ago, he and the Duke came down to fulfill their wishes for your majesty. Those officials lived outside the quiet garden. I came to deliver vegetables."

Liu shisui pointed to a place outside the quiet garden. More than ten buildings could be seen in the mountains.

Walking into the quiet garden, the great monk is sweeping the leaves again. It seems that he is not ready to keep the small stone tower absolutely clean.

When Liu was ten years old, he said hello to the big monk. He looked around curiously. Finally, his sight fell on the small stone tower and asked, "childe, is this?"

Zhao Layue said, "this is the spirit bone tower of the former Emperor."

At the age of ten, Liu was shocked and speechless. After a long time, he said, "the legend is true. Your majesty is really pretending to die and practicing Buddhism here..."

Zhao Layue ignored him and looked at the three rain corridors in the courtyard to judge which light was better for Jing Jiu.

"I don't know what the God Emperor's name is here. In the end, it's also a tower for shelter. It's really..."

When Liu was ten years old, he went to the stone tower and was very moved. Then he saw the white cat sleeping in front of the tower, looking slightly stunned.

"What is this cat? Guard? Lord white ghost? "

He quickly bowed down and saluted solemnly. He didn't dare to be careless.

Since Liu entered the quiet garden at the age of ten, the sound has not stopped, like countless leaves falling from the branches, floating in the air.

Great monk Chang felt that green mountain disciples were so interesting and troublesome, so he couldn't help sighing.

When Liu was ten years old, Zhao Layue took the initiative to answer. Even so, Jing Jiu couldn't stand it.

"I always forgot to ask. I asked Zen to teach you to shut up. Why do you still talk so much now?"

Liu shisui said blankly, "I don't know. Zen didn't say it."

Jingjiu thought that the little monk was really unreliable.

Zhao Layue was worried. Zen left Guocheng temple and went to the north, indicating that there must be something in the snow country, and he couldn't help himself.

Well nine doesn't matter. The little monk has profound Buddhism, which can certainly help him refine immortal books, but he is too intelligent. If he meets too many times, he will be recognized. Of course, it's not a big deal to recognize it. It's just a little embarrassing. He avoided Fang Jingtian's killing intention by relying on Zen son Lian Yun outside Jingyang's fake Cave

That "little friend" he still can't forget.

Life in Guocheng Temple began like this.

The courtyard in the quiet garden is really quiet. Birds are singing in the distance. There are no cicadas in late winter. The three rain corridors are occupied by Da Chang monk, Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu respectively.

In addition to sweeping the fallen leaves, the great monk often sits on a futon and meditates. However, he is too old and often basks in the sun and takes a nap.

Zhao Layue sat on a futon with dozens of Buddhist scriptures piled beside her, reading them carefully, and occasionally closed her eyes and meditated for a moment.

The white cat sometimes lies on her knees in front of the tower, and sometimes sleeps in the pile of fallen leaves swept by the great monk.

Jing Jiu didn't read the Buddhist Scriptures or meditate. He took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

The sky suddenly began to rain. The white cat came out of the fallen leaves, returned to Zhao Layue and lay down quietly.

Now in the deep winter, only Guocheng temple is near the East China Sea. The climate is warm and Zen is hidden in the mountains. Snow will fall unless the cold wave reaches north.

At the age of ten, Liu finished his patrol and preliminary management of Jingyuan, found the teapot stove and related things, and began to cook tea by the corridor.

Before and after the water in the teapot boils, it will make a snoring sound.

Whether in the fallen leaves or on Zhao Layue's lap, the white cat often makes a snoring sound.

Lord white ghost is so cute.

Liu ten years old thought about this problem and took a sneak look at the cat from time to time.

After the tea is cooked, divide it into four bowls and put it in front of each other.

The rain pattered.

The tea fragrance is diluted by the rain, but it is more fragrant.

At the age of ten, Liu sat cross legged in a corner of the rain corridor and began to meditate and practice.

When the rain stopped and the dusk shrouded the ancient temple, he opened his eyes, woke up, cleaned up the tea stove and bowls, put them away, and went to the house to tidy up again.

Just like in Nansong Pavilion, the so-called service is these little things.

"Childe, I'm leaving."

"Yes."

In the twilight, Liu walked out of Guocheng temple at the age of ten and returned to the vegetable garden.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open happily. Xiao He said happily, "I thought you wouldn't come back."

Liu shisui smiled and said, "the guest house in the quiet garden has only one bed and can't sleep."

Xiao He's eyes changed slightly and he was surprised and said, "aren't the two immortal masters... It's said that Jing Jiuxian and Bai Zao are a pair?"

"What do you think? Childe likes to sleep on bamboo chairs. "

Liu shisui said with a smile, and then remembered that the bamboo chair was indeed a little old, and his sight naturally fell on a corner of the vegetable garden. There are several clumps of bamboos that he asked Gu Qing to find a way to move from Tianguang peak. I don't know whether it's water and soil or some other reason. They don't grow as well as when they were in the green mountain, and I don't know whether they are suitable for repairing bamboo chairs.

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Five days later, in the morning, the bell rang faintly. Jing Jiu stood up from the bamboo chair and took Zhao Layue to leave the quiet garden and walk to the temple.

The lecture hall opens today. Master Chengjia will lecture in person.

Guocheng temple is very big. There are temples, Zen rooms and stone pagodas everywhere. Jing Jiu walks freely in it, which seems very familiar.

The lecture hall is a main hall. At this time, dozens of monks, dressed in monk clothes representing different generations, sat on the futon without any sound. Looking at Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walking into the hall, the monks were a little surprised. You know, this is the inner temple. Why did these two benefactors appear here?

A monk knew the identities of Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue and whispered a few words, so his eyes fell on master Chengjia to see how he decided.

Master Chengjia was also surprised. He thought, are these two really coming to the temple to listen to the Scriptures?

Both Qingshan sect and Zhongzhou sect are leaders of the right path. Guocheng temple will give enough respect, but the lecture hall always forbids outsiders to stay here

Master Chengjia thought about the relationship between Zen and Shenmo peak, smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

Immortal Jingyang has half a teacher's friendship with Zen Zi. Today, even a little.

Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walk to a humble corner.

At the beginning, Zhao Layue reminded him that he should always pay attention to this occasion, so he didn't bring a bamboo chair and sat on the futon like those monks.

There was no prologue in the lecture of Guocheng temple. With the three stones running out, Qingming began.

Master Chengjia's voice was a little low, like the sound of a bell.

Today, he explained the seven ginseng scriptures of the heavenly tree, which was rather obscure. There was no undulating sound echoing in the lecture hall, which was quite effective in helping sleep.

Dozens of monks sitting on the futon listened quietly and looked very serious on the surface.

Some young monks with insufficient realm can't help pinching their thighs secretly in order to dispel their sleepiness.

Zhao Layue listened attentively without a moment's distraction. Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and the black and white became clearer and clearer, which was very spiritual.

Half an hour later, there were three clear sounds of stone exhaustion, and the sermon came to an end temporarily.

Most monks still sit on the futon and continue to understand the master's explanation.

Some monks stood up and went to the locust tree outside the lecture hall, either boxing or looking far away to recover some spirit.

Zhao Layue looked at these pictures and smiled. She remembered the scene of the Zhongzhou school told by Gu Qing. She thought that if Zhuo rusui was here, she would fall asleep in a moment. Then she looked at Jing Jiu around her and wanted to ask him for some advice, but she found that he was asleep with his eyes closed and his breath long and gentle.

What are you listening to When Liu was ten years old, he went to Jingyuan and found that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not there. He went to ask the white ghost adult, but the cat ignored him. He had to disturb the great monk Chang to know that they had gone to listen to the Scriptures. He has read and interpreted those Scriptures. He doesn't need to listen to them again. What are you going to do today? He returned to the vegetable garden, cut some bamboo, and then returned to the quiet garden again to repair the bamboo chair. Big monk Chang went to the courtyard and began to sweep the leaves. Looking at his more and more skilled movements, he smiled and thought, thinking that these green mountain disciples are really interesting“ Where will the fallen leaves be transported after sweeping every day? Master, these things will be done for me in the future. " When Liu was ten years old, he felt the gaze of the great monk. While repairing the bamboo chair, he said, "I heard the childe say that you used to be the Taichang Temple Qing of Chaoge city and gave birth to the name of becoming a monk. It's just a little less. It's really interesting." The great monk Chang looked slightly changed and thought that this kind of thing was interesting. He didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore. He continued to deal with the fallen leaves with a bamboo broom. Liu shisui looked back and said with concern, "your broom looks a little old. I just brought bamboo today. Do you want to make you a new one?" Great monk Chang was very helpless and thought that no wonder Jingjiu asked you to learn closed mouth Zen. Liu ten years old never needed an opponent to speak. He bowed his head and continued to repair the bamboo chair. The great monk sighed, his face wrinkled deeper, looked at the small stone tower and thought that now it is so noisy here, your majesty, do you want to move home A quiet and happy life is always similar. Every day is no different from the previous day, except sometimes it rains and sometimes it breezes. There are futons and bamboo chairs under the rain corridor in the quiet garden. Three people and a cat sit or lie or lie down. That's a day. Sometimes white cats get tired of lying down and go out for a walk. After all, this is Guocheng temple. There are many taboos, and it won't go too far. Every five or ten days, a Master explained the Scriptures in the lecture hall. Jing Jiu took Zhao Layue to listen. Once, the white cat was really idle and bored. He found it very interesting and listened carefully. The bamboo chair has been repaired. When Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue listen to the Scriptures, Liu will stay in the vegetable garden at the age of ten, finish all the farm work he has saved for many days, and move his muscles and bones by the way. It was just that the winter cold was getting deeper and deeper, and there were some signs of recurrence of the real Qi conflict in his body. The number of coughs increased obviously, and Xiaohe was very worried. Yin San is also reading scriptures in the Zen hall near the forest of the pagoda of Guocheng temple. It's far away from the Jingyuan and the lecture hall. Moreover, he is very deep in negative Buddhism and disdains to listen to the younger generation. He has never been there. After reading the Scriptures, the most common thing Yin San does is to sit on the stone steps of the Zen hall and bask in the winter sun. The most common thing Lao Zu did was to steal meat outside the temple. He often ate oil all over his mouth. Occasionally, Yin San will take out the bone flute and play a silent song. Lao Zu stood behind him, touching his red nose, looking at the distance and thinking of silent thoughts. Yin San didn't know Jing Jiu was here. Well nine didn't know Yin three was here. In the history of qingshanzong, it can even be said that they are the most legendary martial brothers in the history of monasticism. In this way, they spend time together in Guocheng temple. One day, Yin San looked up outside the Tallinn and suddenly saw green eyes. He knew that spring had come. He smiled and said that his heart moved, knowing that he would be able to solve his physical problems. Then he remembered Liu was ten years old. After a winter, I don't know if the little guy's cough is better. So he went to the vegetable garden. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.