The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 145: Life in Guocheng Temple

　　Jing Jiu had just returned to Guocheng Temple, and he saw a familiar young monk in front of him, but compared to the previous year, the monk's face was darker and heavier in wind and frost.

　　 The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and was even more surprised. He yelled ah, and then subconsciously covered his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.

　　 Jing Jiu has always treated people indifferently, but for some reason he was a little happy when he looked at this young monk. Maybe it was fate. He smiled and said, "Meet again."

　　 The young monk was even more excited when he saw him take the initiative to greet him, and he nodded desperately. He hadn't forgotten what to do with one hand. It was very funny.

　　Looking at him like this, Jing Jiu asked a little unexpectedly: "Still cultivating a closed mantra?"

　　The young monk woke up in a daze, put down his hand, and said in shame: "Get used to it, get used to it."

　　 Jing Jiu asked: "Where is your master?"

　　The young monk said: "Master went to the snowy field with Uncle Duhai."

　　 Jing Jiu wanted Chanzi to go there, and now even the chief of Lutang is also going to reinforce him. If he wants to come to Snow Country, there is some movement, and the movement is not small.

　　 But he didn't ask anything, he wouldn't go to the north anyway.

　　The young monk wanted to say something to him. Hearing the ringing bell from outside the temple, he quickly said: "There is an epidemic in Yu County, I have to go first."

　　 just ran a few steps, he stopped again, and then asked, "How many days will you stay in the temple?"

　　 Jing Jiu said: "A long time."

　　 The young monk was very happy, smirked and saluted Zhao Layue, and hurried out of the monastery.

　　"You son, do you know him?"

　　 Liu Shisui was a little curious about why Jing Jiu knew the ordinary medical monk in the monastery.

　　 Zhao Layue said next to him: "When we left Qingshan for the first time to travel, we met this monk and his master in Chaonan City. They were good."

　　 Liu Shisui remembered that at that time, he was preparing to betray the mountain, pretending to be crazy in the stone chamber of Tianguangfeng, and couldn't help but smile.

　　 are all things in the past. He has been studying scriptures in Guocheng Temple for seven years, and he has no longer attached to him, including his former teacher and teacher.

　　 passed through the numerous halls and returned to the deepest courtyard of the Guocheng Temple.

　　 Liu Shisui was a little surprised, and asked: "You live in Jingyuan?"

　　 Zhao Layue asked: "This is called Jingyuan? Do you know this?"

　　 "A few years ago, the country's grandfather and his majesty vowed on behalf of his majesty. Those officials lived outside the Jingyuan Garden. I came to deliver food."

　　 Liu Shisui pointed to a place outside Jingyuan, and more than ten buildings could be vaguely seen in the forest.

　　 Entering Jingyuan, the monk is sweeping the fallen leaves again, it seems that he is not going to keep the small stone tower absolutely clean.

　　 Liu Shisui greeted the great monk, looked around curiously, finally fell on the small stone tower, and asked: "Master, is this?"

　　Zhao Layue said by the side: "This is the spiritual bone tower of the former **** emperor."

　　 Liu Shisui was shocked and speechless. After a while, he said: "It turns out that the legend is true. His Majesty the Emperor is a fake death. He is practicing Buddha here..."

　　 Zhao Layue ignored him, looked at the three rain corridors in the courtyard, and judged where the light was better, so as to leave it to Jing Jiu.

　　 "I don't know what the name of the **** emperor is here. In the end, it is also a tower. It's really..."

　　 Liu Shisui walked to the front of the stone tower, feeling very emotional, and then saw the white cat sleeping in front of the tower with a slightly startled expression.

　　 "What is this cat...? Guard? Lord White Ghost?"

　　 He hurriedly bowed and bowed solemnly, not daring to be sloppy.

　　 Since Liu Shisui walked into Jingyuan, the sound has not stopped, like countless leaves falling from the branches, floating in the air.

　　The Great Monk felt that the disciples of Qingshan were so interesting, but also felt a little troublesome, so he sighed.

　　When Liu Shisui spoke, it was Zhao Layue who took the initiative to answer. Even so, Jing Jiu still couldn't stand it.

　　 "I have forgotten to ask, I asked Zenzi to teach you to keep your mantra, why are you still talking so much now?"

　　 Liu Shisui said blankly: "I don't know, Chanzi never said it."

　　 Jing Jiu thought that the little monk was not very reliable.

　　 Zhao Layue was a little worried. Chanzi left Guocheng Temple and went to the north, indicating that something must be happening in Snow Country, and he could not help him.

　　 Jing Jiu doesn't matter. The little monk has a profound Dharma, and of course it can help him refine immortal urns, but he is too smart. If he meets too many times, he will definitely be recognized. Of course, it’s not a big deal to recognize it, it’s just a bit embarrassing. Back then, he relied on the lotus cloud of Zen Zi to avoid Fang Jingtian’s killing intent outside Jingyang’s fake cave...

　　 He still can't forget the "little friend".

　　's life in Guocheng Temple began like this.

　　The courtyard in the Quiet Garden is really quiet. The sound of birds is in the distance, and there are no cicadas in the deep winter. The three rain corridors are each occupied by Dachang Monk, Zhao Layue, and Jing Jiu.

　　In addition to sweeping the fallen leaves, the monk sits on the futon and meditates, but he is too old, and more often he is basking in the sun and taking a nap.

　　 Zhao Layue sat on the futon, with dozens of Buddhist scriptures piled beside him, reading it carefully, and occasionally closing his eyes to meditate for a while.

　　The white cat sometimes lay on her stomach in front of the tower, more often on her knees, and occasionally fell asleep in the fallen leaves swept by the monk.

　　 Jing Jiu did not read Buddhist scriptures or meditate, so he took out the bamboo chair and lay down.

　　 The sky suddenly rained, and the white cat got out of the fallen leaves and returned to Zhao Layue's side, lying quietly on her stomach.

　　 In the deep winter season, it's just that Guocheng Temple is near the East China Sea. The climate is warm and the Zen is hidden in the mountains. Unless the cold wave reaches north, the snow will fall.

　　Yu Shisui finished his inspection and preliminary management of Jingyuan, found the teapot and small stove and related things, and started to make tea on the side of the corridor.

　　 The water in the teapot will make a snoring sound before and after boiling.

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

　　 Shiro-sama is so cute.

　　 Liu Shisui thought about this question and took a peek at the cat from time to time.

After the 　　 tea is boiled, it is divided into four bowls and placed in front of each.

　　 The sound of rain is pattering.

　　The fragrance of tea is weakened by rain, but it is more fragrant.

　　 Liu Shisui sat cross-legged in a corner of the rain corridor and began to meditate.

　　 The rain stopped at a certain moment, and the twilight enveloped the ancient temple. He opened his eyes and woke up, cleaned up the tea stove and bowls, and went to the house to tidy up.

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

　　 "My son, I'm leaving."

　　 "Hmm."

　　In the twilight, Liu Shisui walked out of the Guocheng Temple and returned to the vegetable garden.

With a squeak, the door was happily pushed open, Xiaohe said happily: "I thought you were not coming back."

　　 Liu Shisui smiled and said, "The guest house in Jingyuan has only one bed, so I can’t sleep."

　　 Xiaohe's eyes changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Couldn't the two fairy masters...Isn't it said that Master Jing Jiu and Fairy Bai Zao are a pair?"

　　"What do you think? The son likes to sleep in a bamboo chair."

　　 Liu Shisui said with a smile, and then remembered that the bamboo chair was indeed a bit old, and his eyes naturally fell on a corner of the vegetable garden. There were a few clusters of bamboos that he asked Gu Qing to move from Tianguang Peak. I don't know whether it was water or soil or other reasons. I didn't know whether it was as good as when I was born in Qingshan, and I don't know if it is suitable for repairing bamboo chairs.

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　　 Five days later, in the early morning, a bell came faintly, Jing Jiu stood up from the bamboo chair, took Zhao Layue out of the Jingyuan, and walked towards the temple.

　　 Scripture Lecture Hall opens today, and Master Cheng Jia will give lectures in person.

　　 Guocheng Temple is very large, and there are stone towers everywhere in the temple's Zen room. Jing Jiu walks freely in it, which seems very familiar.

　　 The Scripture Hall is a large hall. At this time, dozens of monks have gathered, wearing monk clothes representing different generations, sitting on the futon, without any sound. Seeing Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walking into the temple, the monks were a little surprised. They should know that this is the inner temple. Why did these two benefactors appear here?

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

　　Master Chengjia was also a little surprised, wondering if these two really came to the temple to listen to the scriptures?

　　 Qingshan School and Zhongzhou School are both righteous leaders, Guocheng Temple will give enough respect, but the lecture hall has never allowed outsiders to stay here...

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

　　 Jingyang Zhenren has a half-teacher friendship with Chanzi, even if it’s a little bit back today.

　　 Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue walked to an inconspicuous corner.

　　 Zhao Layue once reminded him in Qipanshan that he always had to be more careful on this occasion, so he did not bring a bamboo chair over, and sat on the futon like the monks.

　　 The Guocheng Temple lecture did not have any opening remarks, and it began with the sound of three sounds of stone.

　　Master Chengjia’s voice is a bit deep, like the sound of a bell, and is extremely mellow.

　　 Today, he is explaining the Seven Sutras of Tianshu, which is rather obscure. There is no undulating sound echoing in the lecture hall, which is quite helpful for sleep.

　　Dozens of monks sitting on the futon listened quietly, looking serious on the surface.

　　Some young monks with insufficient realm can't help but pinch their thighs secretly to get rid of the sleepiness.

　　 Zhao Layue listened very attentively, without a moment of distraction, her eyes became brighter, black and white became more distinct, and she was very energetic.

　　 half an hour later, there are three more tones of stones, and the lecture comes 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 under the locust tree outside the lecture hall, or punched them, or had their eyes far, to regain some energy.

　　 Zhao Layue smiled slightly at these scenes, remembering the scene of the Zhongzhou faction questioning meeting that Gu Qing reported, and thinking that if Zhuo Rusui were here, I was afraid that he would fall asleep in a moment. Then she looked at Jing Jiu next to him, wanting to ask him something, but found that he was asleep with his eyes closed and breathing long and smoothly.

　　 What are you listening to?

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　　 Liu Shisui went to Jingyuan and found that Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not there. He went to ask Master Bai Gui but the cat ignored him, so he had to disturb the monk, only to know that they had gone to listen to the scriptures.

　　 He has read and interpreted all those scriptures, so he doesn’t need to listen to it again. What are you going to do today?

　　 He went back to the vegetable garden, chopped a few bamboos, and then went back to Jingyuan again to start repairing the bamboo chair.

　　 The Great Monk walked to the courtyard and began to sweep the fallen leaves, watching his increasingly proficient movements, smiling and thinking, thinking that these Qingshan disciples are really interesting.

　　"Where will the fallen leaves go after sweeping every day? Master, I will do these things for me in the future."

　　 Liu Shisui felt the gaze of the Dachang monk, and while he was repairing the bamboo chair, he said: "The son said that you used to be the Taichang Siqing of Chaoge City. Point, it’s really interesting."

　　The Great Monk's expression changed slightly, thinking about how interesting this kind of thing was, and didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore, so he took the bamboo broom and continued to deal with the fallen leaves.

　　 Liu Shisui glanced back, and said with concern: "Your broom looks a bit old. It just so happened that I brought the bamboo today. Would you like to make a new one for you."

　　 Da Chang Seng is very helpless, thinking that it's no wonder Jing Jiu wants you to learn the closed mantra.

　　 Liu Shisui has always spoken without an opponent. He lowered his head and continued to repair the bamboo chair, constantly muttering.

　　 The Great Monk sighed, his face wrinkled deeper, and he looked at the small stone tower, thinking that it is so noisy now, your Majesty, would you like to move?

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　　A quiet and happy life is always similar. Every day is no different from the previous day, except that sometimes it rains and sometimes it is breezy.

　　 There are futons and bamboo chairs under the rain porch in 　　 Jingyuan. There are three people and one cat sitting or lying down or lying down. That’s all for one day.

　　Sometimes the white cat will go out to stroll when he gets tired of it.

　　 Every five or ten days, there is a master in the lecture hall explaining the scriptures, and Jing Jiu will take Zhao Layue to listen to it. Once the white cat was really bored and went there, he found it very interesting. Also listened carefully.

The 　　 bamboo chair has been repaired. On the day Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue listen to the scriptures, Liu Shisui will stay in the vegetable garden and finish all the farm work he had saved for several days. It's just that the winter cold is getting deeper, and there are some signs of recurrence of the true Qi conflict in his body, and the number of coughs has obviously increased, and Xiao He is very worried.

　　 In the meditation hall near the forest of the Guocheng Temple~IndoMTL.com~Yin San is also reading the scriptures.

　　 It is far away from Jingyuan and the lecture hall, and he has a deep and profound attitude towards self-reported Buddhism, disdain to listen to those younger generations, and has never been there.

　　 After reading the scriptures, the most common thing Yin San does is sit on the stone steps of the Zen hall and bask in the winter sun.

　　The most common thing the ancestors did was to steal meat outside the temple to eat. They often ate their mouths full of oil.

　　 Occasionally, Yin San would take out the bone flute and play a silent tune.

　　The ancestor stood behind him, touched his red nose, looked into the distance, thinking about his silent thoughts.

　　 Yin San didn't know Jing Jiu was here.

　　 Jing Jiu didn't know that Yin San was here.

　　 In the history of the Green Mountain Sect, these brothers can even be said to be the most legendary brothers in the history of the monastic world. They just spent time together in the Guocheng Temple without knowing each other.

　　 One day, Yin San raised his head and looked out of Tallinn, and suddenly saw eyes full of blue eyes, only to realize that spring had arrived.

　　 He smiled slightly, his heart moved slightly, knowing that he would be able to solve the physical problem.

　　 Then he thought of Liu Shisui.

　　 One winter has passed, and I don’t know if that little guy’s cough has improved.

　　 So he went to the vegetable garden.

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