Yuan Xing couldn't guess the Master's intention, but it was still a long time, right? Just keep reading. No matter what trouble the good deeds would cause, he would go on.

After two more days of peace, Yuan Xing has become completely used to such days. He can't say that he is tired, but he has little contact with outsiders and has nothing to say, but he feels surprisingly calm.

Is this what the master means? I want me to practice calmly? He speculated in his heart.

On this day, it was time to split the material again. The axe in Yuanxing's hand was so terrifying that he felt that if he was punished for a while, he would probably have created an axe technique.

Hearing the sound of the board, Shanguo went to the dining hall for dinner. A little shaman came with a bowl, which was specially delivered to Yuanxing.

But who knew that the little novice monk named Shanming had just walked outside the rope and suddenly his expression changed drastically. He put the tiled bowl in the place, and he screamed and ran away while covering his stomach.

Is this an urgent matter? But are you bringing the food in?

Yuanxing took a footstep and looked at the tiled bowl on the ground. There were mixed grain porridge inside, and half a layer of vegetables were covered with vegetables. It looked quite delicious.

He was irritated, and he muttered in his heart, his eyes swept across the direction of the little novice monk's departure, and when he saw that there was no one around, he wanted to step over the rope to get his own meal.

But I just raised my feet and took them back, and this was wrong.

He simply crossed his legs and returned to the ground, straightened his chin with one hand, staring at lunch that was only two feet away from the rope without blinking.

I thought I should wait a little longer, but as expected, the little novice monk went there for a long time. When he appeared again, he nodded apologetically to Yuanxing, and then took the tiled bowl back. Because I couldn't eat after noon.

Yuan Xing sighed, and he knew...

The next day, weeding in the fields was still noon? It was still the little monk Shanming? The wabo was still two feet away from his range of movement.

You are habitual diarrhea, right? Do you want your uncle to treat you? Yuan Xing looked at the little shakimi's back and fled in panic? I couldn't help it anymore? I started to complain.

He went straight to the bucket and drank a cold meal. At least he was full because he knew that today's lunch was not settled again.

Sure enough? It was still afternoon, and the little novice monk expressed his apology as yesterday, and then left with a bowl.

It is said that there are only three things? But Shanming just kept getting hungry for three days? Yuanxing was hungry for three days. You know, he was doing physical work and was punished, so he had no medicinal meal in the morning. This kind of labor intensity? One meal a day would be a must-have for food, let alone not eat for three days? If he hadn't been innate, his demand for food would be small? I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold on.

Master, are you going to starve your disciples to death? Or? To make me praise what step?

At this time? The pavilion outside the dining hall? The kind-hearted abbot was playing chess with the old monk Fu Guang. The fate, the fate, and the good fruit stood beside him and watched quietly.

Suddenly, Fuguang caught a glimpse of Shanming running back with a tiled bowl, frowned and asked, "He didn't eat it?"

The latter nodded repeatedly: "The disciple cat looked at it from a distance, and the uncle was just sitting there like the previous two days ago, and he didn't move."

"Hmph." Fuguang snorted coldly, turned to the abbot, and sighed again: "I don't know who has been influenced by him. How could a child who was originally very smart have become so rigid?"

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, all the eyes of the people in the pavilion gathered on him, and he squinted his eyes: "If I am really old-fashioned, can you continue the small movements you brothers made in the past years?"

The law of fate lowered his head and explained: "I don't mean that. My junior brother grew up by your side since he was a child, but he went down the mountain just after taking the precepts, so..." He followed his master for the longest time, so he naturally knew his master's temperament. He was just a subconscious reaction, really.

Fu Guang snorted and ignored him. Instead, the abbot said with a smile: "I'm afraid I don't even know the law of fate. Your master was in Jinan back then, and he was also a very famous elegant monk. It was only when he took the burden at Tianchan Temple that he seemed a little serious. It was absolutely impossible to talk about old-fashioned or unfair."

Fu Guang's expression was slightly slower when he heard this, but when he looked at the abbot, he had some complaints.

The abbot's mouth twitched and quickly changed the topic: "I have taken the exam before and have made great efforts in practicing Buddhism. It can be seen that the past ten years have not been abandoned. Why should I force him like this?"

"He is not young, but after so many years of studying the Dharma, his time is still much worse." Fu Guang's eyes were put on the chessboard again, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "Just from his brief introduction, he found that although he could keep his true heart, he was too lawful. It is a good thing to keep his precepts at heart, but it is wrong to act rigidly. My Zen sect emphasizes sudden enlightenment. He has perseverance and hunger, but he has no courage to step out of the cage. If he sticks to dogmas, how can he talk about letting go in the future?"

"I'm still a little anxious." The abbot sighed, "Since that's the case, why did you agree to him go down the mountain that day?"

"The heart is drifting away, what's the benefit of forcing it to stay?" Fu Guang lowered his eyes, put down the chess piece with a "slap" and said, "If I had known this, I would have liked to break his legs that day. At least I could have taught him for two more years." This was obviously an angry word.

"Did the junior brother discover something and dare not move?" Yuan Chen spoke at this time, and naturally rolled his eyes from his master.

After all, the good deeds are the youngest and can't interrupt, but I can't help but mutter in my heart when I hear this. We are doing so obviously, even a fool should see that it is unusual, right?

"Then you see, do you want to continue tomorrow?" Yuanfa asked with a smile.

"Do you want to starve your junior brother to death?" Fu Guang glared and snorted slowly: "Tomorrow's meals will be served as usual, remember to give more."

Yuanfa had no choice but to turn his head and wink at Yuan Chen. The latter coughed for a moment, and his always serious face forced him to smile: "Master, can you withdraw from Mo Xu? Yuan Xing has also learned a lesson, and it's impossible to be trapped again..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Guang, who was upset: "Punishment is punishment, how can the act of sanctioning the public be changed easily?" After saying that, he lowered his head and thought, but his heart softened a little. He sighed and ordered Shanguo beside him: "Don't arrange work for your uncle in the afternoon, at least let him take a break."

"Yes, Master." Shanguo nodded and agreed. He was actually very happy. Seeing Yuanxing being hungry, how could he feel good? But just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard his Master say again: "Remember, Yuanxing is punished for ten days."

"Ah?" Shanguo was stunned and asked blankly: "What's the reason?"

"What's the reason for me?" Fuguang raised his eyelids.

Shanguo couldn't help but shrink his neck, and quickly took out the brush, licked the tip of the pen, and wrote it down on the notebook.

The law of fate and fate were silent, and they all smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!