The snow on the mountain always comes earlier than other places.

Although the elder brother got a truck of charcoal from the foot of the mountain, it seemed that it was not enough to block the mountain with heavy snow. In order to save money, several elder brothers had to squeeze in a dormitory and sleep again.

Of course, there will be no spare charcoal fire to provide it to the Sutra Library.

This made the fate of copying scriptures extremely painful. Fortunately, he had been living in this world for three years, and he could bear these sufferings.

Qin Kong took out the heat, then rubbed his hands quickly, and after his hands were warmed up again, he picked up the pen and continued to write the following content.

He was eager to finish today's homework earlier, so he wrote it very seriously, so that the call from the third senior brother almost made Moji paint the written words.

He glanced at his senior brother dissatisfiedly, but the latter was unconscious. He leaned against the window ridge with a smile, looked at the beautiful and neat little calligraphy on the table enviously, and exclaimed: "No wonder Senior Brother supports you in copying scriptures so much. This word is really well written."

Yuan Xing was helpless. Seeing that he leaned over almost half of his body, he raised his eyebrows, wanted to speak and forced himself to hold it back. Instead, he first covered his mouth with his left hand, and then said depressedly: "Senior Brother is drilling into the window again, be careful that the eldest brother will scold you again when he sees it."

Yuankong curled his lips: "Genius Senior Brother has hurry down the mountain, and he can't come back for less than ten days and half a month." After a pause, he sighed: "I'm afraid something big happened at the foot of the mountain, so that the Senior Brother has been absent-minded recently. I have eaten stones in vegetarian meals for many days in a row..."

Yuan Xing coughed dryly with guilt, and hurriedly picked up his pen to continue copying the scriptures.

Seeing that his right hand was still covering his mouth, Yuankong laughed again: "Isn't it just that the front teeth have fallen? As for being so careful? You are so old and it's time to change your teeth. Who in the temple will laugh at you?"

Who? Isn’t it you? Yuan Xing complained silently, but he put down his hands.

"Little adult..." Yuankong muttered, looked at his junior brother again, and frowned, "I always feel that you are too mature and don't look like a child. Is this what the elders call Su Hui?"

Yuan Xing's expression was faint, but he did not explain it. In fact, because this is a temple and everyone is a Buddhist monk, he was too lazy to hide himself, and he was not in the mood to pretend to be a child. He could do whatever he should do. Even if he was exaggerated, he could explain everything with just one sentence of Su Hui. Why bother to work hard on himself?

However, the senior brother's question reminded him of his previous life. He only knew how to study when he was a child and stayed at home after graduation. Even Qin Kong from Lanxing was mostly active in the laboratory. Except for relatives and limited friends, his interpersonal relationships were so simple that it was outrageous. When he thought about it carefully, it was no different from being in a temple.

Could it be that his journey to Tianchan Temple is really destined?

With this sorrow, he quickly copied the scriptures and waited for the ink on the paper to dry out.

Yuankong seemed to have just asked more questions, without any thoughts. Seeing that he had put down his brush, he quickly took out a cloth bag from his arms, put it on the table through the window ridge, and opened it. There were still steaming hazelnuts inside: "Senior Brother got off the mountain, and I secretly ran to the vegetarian hall to cook." As he said that, he crushed the hazelnuts that had no cracks, so that it would be easier for the junior brother to eat.

Yuanxing, who has always been greedy, is naturally smiling. The fried dried fruits are indeed more delicious than raw ones.

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

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

It is still the Sutra Library, still the winter day.

However, the third senior brother was not as frivolous and naughty as before. Instead, he sat upright in front of him. He picked up the fragrant tea and slowly savored it: "Tomorrow I will go and ask my master for permission to go down the mountain to return to secular life."

Yuan Xing's pen tip shook, looked up at him in surprise for a while, and then sighed: "Yes, the situation in my senior brother's family is special, so it's time to go back and take a look."

Yuankong didn't raise his eyelids, but just stared at the tea bowl and whispered: "The urging at home is too urgent..." He smiled relaxed again: "I remember you always clamored to return to secular life when you were a kid. How about going down the mountain together this time? You have practiced your kung fu well, so it's not difficult to find a job to make money."

However, Fate Action put down his pen and said solemnly: "The supreme and profound and subtle Dharma is difficult to encounter in hundreds of thousands of kalpas. Now I have seen, heard, received and upheld it, and I wish to understand the true meaning of Tathagata. I am used to the life here and do not want to change any more."

Yuankong seemed to know that he would say this before, but his expression had not changed, and he still smiled: "Yes, among my fellow disciples, 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 is concerned about his family and mother, so it is natural to return to the secular world. I am alone in this world, but my relatives are all on the mountain, so I can't bear it."

The venue was quiet for a while, Yuankong carried the teapot. First, his junior brother filled a cup, then put his own continuation on it, and then picked up the cup: "Wait for you to travel around, remember to go down the mountain to find me. See you in the world tomorrow."

Yuan Xing also raised his glass and smiled and said, "Goodbye in the world..."

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

Yuanxing kept smiling, feeling that the time was almost over, so he climbed to the bell tower.

The sound of the big bell in Tianchan Temple is pure, thick, long, round and loud.

After eighteen minutes here, he looked at the drum tower opposite. Sure enough, the second senior brother had already beaten the big drum. With the slow drum sound, Yuan Xing looked down at the foot of the mountain. With his eyesight, he could no longer see the third senior brother.

The sound of bells and drums scattered from afar, breaking through the dark night and telling the direction of the temples in the world.

Just like a life story, after the old story is told, a new story will happen again.

As long as the temple is still there, the morning bells and evening drums will still resound in the mountains and fields...

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The new book is progressing slowly and the beginning is difficult, which makes my blood pressure high.

I have to write something else to change my mind, of course, I am afraid that you will forget me.
Chapter completed!