Sword comes

In the early morning, the gate creaked, and the skinny little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, tiptoed, and fled along the base of the wall.

Of course, Chen Pingan "woke up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave from a distance, he stopped following her whereabouts and returned to his own residence. Chen Pingan rented a house in the south of the capital. Tiao Zhuangyuan Lane has a great reputation, but it is actually worse than Xinghua Lane in my hometown. There are many poor scholars who go to Beijing to rush for the exam. Friends exchange knowledge and settle down like this.

Chen Pingan only had the key to the house, but not the key to the courtyard door, so he went back to his residence by pinch. The quilt has been touched, and a little bit of clues, in Chen Ping's eyes, are very abrupt, sighed, a little helpless, but fortunately there are many things.

Chen Pingan didn't live here before. He stayed in an inn and asked for a big room where he could practice boxing and swords at will. Later, he searched for a Taoist temple to no avail, and his mood became more and more irritable. For the first time, Chen Pingan stopped walking and fighting. Swordsmanship, in order to save money, moved here, and only occasionally practiced sword furnace stakes.

Chen Ping lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, dazed.

It's not a problem to be running around like a headless chicken all the time.

Benefited from the torment of dripping water and piercing stones on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, followed by two battles at Flying Eagle Fort, especially the evil cultivator Dan Shi blew himself up, and the spiritual energy poured like a flood. Chen Pingan went against the current and gained a lot. Chen Pingan is now There are some signs of loosening the bottleneck in the four realms of martial arts, but I always feel that there is still something missing. Chen Pingan has a vague intuition that he can quickly cross the threshold of the fourth and fifth realms as long as he wants, but Chen Pingan still hopes. Solid, really not, as Lu Tai said at the beginning, go to Wushengren Temple to try your luck, or find an ancient battlefield site, look for those heroic spirits and Yin gods who linger after death in battle.

He had to find something to do, otherwise Chen Ping'an was afraid that he would get moldy.

Chen Pingan decided to stay in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom until the end of summer. If he could not find the Taoist temple, he would return to Aquarius Island and focus all his energy on the seven realms of martial arts. On the other hand, Chen Ping'an has great confidence in this, and the ten-year agreement with Ning Yao may be a few years earlier.

However, Chen Pingan was still a little apprehensive, afraid that the barefoot old man with a sky-high heart and invincible boxing skills would threaten to polish him into the strongest five or six realms.

Back then, the Three Realms were already suffering so much. Chen Pingan was really afraid that he would be beaten to death by the old man, or that he would die from pain.

Chen Pingan held the back of his head with both hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know if there was a real winner between Ah Liang and the legendary invincible Dao second child that day.

I don't know how tall the tallest mountain and the size of the biggest water have been seen by Liu Xianyang on his long journey to Yingyin Chen's.

I don't know if Li Baoping is happy or not studying at the Yale Academy.

I don't know if Gu Can was bullied in Shujian Lake, or if there is another little book for remembering others' grudges.

I don't know if Miss Ruan Xiu likes to eat the peach blossom cake from the Qilong Lane shop.

I don't know if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia have traveled together and met new friends, they can go through life and death together, and slay demons.

I don't know if Fan Er met the girl he likes in the old dragon city.

Chen Pingan was thinking about something on his mind and just fell asleep.

There is Feijian Junior 15 in Yangjian Gourd, in fact, Chen Pingan is not too worried about this journey.

The owner of this house is a family of five with three generations living under the same roof. The old man likes to go out to find someone to play chess.

The old woman's words were harsh, and her face was gloomy all day long, which easily reminded Chen Ping'an of Granny Ma in Xinghua Lane.

There are two young couples. The woman does some needlework at home and does housework. She never lifts her head when she is scolded by her mother-in-law every day.According to the old saying in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, a man is a bagger, that is, he carries a big bag on his back, buys rags everywhere, wears a small drum around his waist, and yells loudly in the streets. Sell ​​it to a familiar antique shop, and you can earn a lot of silver once you sell it.

The couple looked mediocre, but they gave birth to a handsome boy, seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, not like a baby in a back alley, but like a young son of a wealthy family.When I went to school, I heard that he was very popular with the teachers. I often watched his grandfather play chess with others. He could squat for more than half an hour without saying a word. He was a real gentleman when he watched chess without speaking. up.

Neighbors, no matter how big or small, are close to this child, and often make jokes about him, the childhood girl in the alley next door, or Miss Liu in the school, which one do you like more.The child often just smiled shyly and continued to watch chess silently.

After Chen Ping fell asleep.

A small thing emerged from the ground, climbed up the table, sat next to the "book mountain", and began to doze off.

Xiao Lian was obviously proficient in the technique of earth escape, she was silent and extremely fast.

Before coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Pingan played with it a few times, or galloped his horse wildly, or galloped tens of miles in one breath. When he stopped his horse or stopped, there would always be A little guy poked his head out of the dirt and giggled at him.

Whether it is Chen Ping's boxing or swordsmanship, it never disturbs, and always watches from afar. Only when Chen Ping beckons to it, will it come to Chen Ping's side, climb up along the golden robe, In the end, they sat on Chen Ping'an's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoying the scenery together.

As for the snowflake money, it is temporarily deposited with Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping just took a short nap, and was soon awakened by the movement in the yard, the old woman's chatter, the woman's murmuring, the old man's voice was hanging, the child was reading the contents of the elementary school book in the morning, only the young and strong man , should still be sound asleep.

Chen Pingan sat at the table, gently picked up a book, and the little thing woke up slowly, feeling confused, staring blankly at Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Sleep with you."

The little thing got up quickly, ran to Chen Pingan's side, and helped him open a page of the book.

Chen Ping took it for granted that the books on the table were newly bought after leaving Lutai and Flying Eagle Fort. At that time, Lutai said that only by reading first-rate books can one hope to become a second-rate person.When it comes to reading, you can't ask for perfection, you can't chew too much, focus on intensive reading, chew slowly, really eat all the exquisiteness of a classic, and hide those beautiful images and insightful principles in sentences The spirit and spirit between them are turned into one by one for their own use. This is called reading, otherwise it is just flipping through books.

Chen Ping was enlightened when he heard it. If Lu Tai hadn't reminded him, he might have bought a good book whenever he saw it, and would read it carefully. But the sea of ​​books is boundless and life is limited. , but also to find Taoist temples, finally spare a little leisure time, should indeed be used to read the best books.

Lu Tai gave a book list, but Chen Pingan treasured that piece of paper, but did not buy books according to the book list, but bought Confucian classics and classics.

It's a pity that the books of literary sages and old scholars are no longer available in the market.

Chen Ping wanted to watch "Three and Four" and compared them.

From an emotional point of view, Chen Pingan is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi's husband, the old scholar who loves to drink and talk, but it is no problem to like, admire and respect a person. If everything is right, there will be big problems.

The knowledge of literary sages and old scholars is of course very high. According to the young Cui Chan, it was once so high that all scholars felt that they were "like the sky".

So is Chen Pingan qualified to think that the reasoning of the old scholar is not the most reasonable?

It seems ridiculous that a gnat may shake a big tree, but in fact there is, because there is a sub-sage, and there are classics left by the sub-sage.

Chen Ping once told Ning Yao's parents that to really like someone, you have to like the bad things about him.

I also told the children in Tsing Yi and the girls in pink skirts, "If I am wrong, please remember to remind me".

However, deep down in Chen Ping's heart, of course, he still hopes that after reading the knowledge of both sides of the March and Fourth Dispute, he can sincerely feel that Wen Sheng's old scholar is more correct.

Then next time we drink with the old man, we will have a chat.

Chen Ping sat upright, read slowly, and his voice was very soft. Whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiao Lian would quickly turn over a new page.

Then continue to sit back at the table between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, drawing a ladle on a gourd, imitating Chen Pingan's upright sitting posture, pricking up his ears, quietly listening to the sound of reading above his head.

Facing the courtyard full of smoke and fire outside the house, Chen Pingan, who is in a white robe with a sword on his back and a gourd hanging on his back, is like a strange figure far away in the sky.

Just pay.

Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there are wine shops, brothels, and temples with lingering Sanskrit sounds. Although they are close, they are as far away as two worlds.

Chen Pingan can often see monks going out on alms bowl. Although they are emaciated, most of them have serene faces. Even if they are not wearing cassocks, they can be seen at a glance.

On the other side of the Goulan wine shop, there is often a lot of people at night, and the whole street is filled with a strong smell of makeup and powder, which usually doesn't subside until the early hours of the morning.Although the characters over there, whether it is the guests drinking flower wine or the women toasting, are full of brocade silk and satin, and once the joy is over, they look haggard. After shedding her face, powder and make-up, the sky was bright, and she walked out of the side door of the brothel, and went to an alley full of vendors, where she sat and drank a bowl of rice porridge or wontons, and some women fell asleep on the table after eating. .

Chunxiao is worth a thousand dollars at a moment, as if borrowing money from God and has to pay it back.

Some street vendors who are familiar with those Goulan women like to talk nasty things the most, some women don’t care about it, and they are perfunctory. In order to save a few copper coins, some are extra serious. They flattered them, and immediately yelled at them, and the vendors shrank back, and when the women left, they began to scold them for being just pickled goods in the skin and meat business, and how dare they pretend to be those yellow flower girls.

The next day, the girls from the brothel who got scolded came as usual, and the street vendors who got scolded yesterday still peeked at their little white hands with their sleeves exposed, as white as pork on the chopping board, compared with their own yellow faces. Mother-in-law, it's really a world, I really don't know how these juicy girls are born, just thinking about touching their breasts, it will cost half a year of hard work, so I can only sigh.

There has been no war in Nanyuan Kingdom for hundreds of years, and the country is peaceful and peaceful. Generations of kings have ruled them, neither virtuous nor notorious.

Therefore, there is no night ban in the capital. The heroes of the rivers and lakes carelessly carry knives and swords, and the government never cares about them. When they meet on the road, they will immediately get off the horse. Both sides will greet them politely. Now, you talk about the helpless promotion in the officialdom, and I talk about the soul-stirring masters in the arena. If you come and go, you will definitely not be able to hold two or three catties of wine.

In order to find the Taoist temple, Chen Ping'an wandered around the capital every day, saw all kinds of things in the market, and also saw some weird things hidden in the market.

As long as they don't take the initiative to provoke him, Chen Pingan won't bother with them.

Lu Tai once said a word, I didn't feel deeply at the time, but now the more I chew, the more aftertaste.

After going up the mountain and cultivating Taoism, you will only feel that there are more and more ancient spirits and ghosts in the world.

Chen Pingan closed the book, and an hour passed like this, ready to go out and continue wandering.

Although Chen Ping'an's mood became more and more irritable during the search for Taoist temples, it's not that Chen Ping'an didn't try to calm down. In fact, he made a lot of efforts. He went to those temples, big and small, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and walked alone in the quiet path tree. In Yinzhong, every temple he went to was recorded on the bamboo slips. Chen Pingan visited the small temple on the side of Zhuangyuan Lane the most. Every time Chen Ping'an is restless, he will go there to sit, not necessarily talking to the monks, even if he just sits alone under the eaves, listening to the ding-dong of the wind chimes, he can pass away a scorching afternoon.

The Nanyuan Kingdom revered Buddhism and degraded Taoism. There are many temples in the capital and local areas, and the incense is flourishing. Taoist temples are rare to see, and there is no one in the capital.

In the past few days, a shocking and secret incident has been raging up and down in the capital. One of the four major temples in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Baihe Temple has a huge scandal. In the past, after the eminent monks of all dynasties passed away, they were able to leave their incorruptible bodies or burn out relics. The other three temples are all ashamed of themselves in this regard.

This is also regarded as a proof that the Buddhism of Nanyuan Kingdom is prosperous and far superior to that of neighboring countries.

However, not long ago, an eminent monk who placed an order to practice in Baihe Temple was elected as the abbot the year before last. , everyone looked at each other, it turned out that the old monk reported on Baihe Temple, poisoned his food, and plotted to pour mercury into his body after his death. Including the noble ladies in the capital, there are six major crimes in total.

This case was so shocking that it directly alarmed His Majesty the Emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, and ordered a thorough investigation of the matter. As a result, most of the [-] monks in Baihe Temple were imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital, and their certificates of registration were canceled. They will no longer be monks in this life.

 The other three temples are still in a detached position. After all, they are deeply rooted, but they have involved many small temples with little reputation. For example, the Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane has significantly fewer pilgrims recently.

The abbot of Xinxiang Temple is an old monk with a strong local accent. He is tall and tall with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. After 30 years in Beijing, the old monk still has his local accent, and he doesn’t like to chat with others about the profound and profound Buddhism. , every time I go to sit in the temple, Chen Pingan has to work hard to understand. Chen Pingan has a good impression of this old monk, and he has seen through it. The old abbot is a practitioner, but he has not yet entered the middle five realms.

Chen Pingan left the alley and went to Xinxiang Temple, planning to sit there quietly and practice the sword stove and stakes.

It was only two miles away, but Chen Pingan walked past a martial arts gym and escort agency, especially the high wall of the martial arts hall where the plaque of "Majestic Mountains and Rivers" was hung. Every time he passed by, there were a group of men humming there, probably in the Practice boxing.The street outside the gate of the escort agency is often crowded with escort vehicles. Young men and women are all high-spirited and high-spirited, while the old people are much more silent. When they see Chen Pingan by chance, they will nod their heads in greeting. Chen Pingan will bow his hands at first. Returning the salute, and when we met later, I took the initiative to salute, without thinking about coming and going, the old people lost interest one after another, and simply didn't even look at Chen Pingan.

Afterwards, Chen Pingan figured out the joint and laughed dumbfounded.

Mostly because he regarded himself as a cross-river dragon at the beginning, but after finding out where he lived, he underestimated himself. His too "polite" etiquette made the veterans of the escort agency think that he was an embroidered pillow.

Chen Ping found it quite interesting.

There are many martial arts halls and bodyguards in the capital, and those martial arts sects who have become famous all like to set up halls here, high-end courtyards, which are not inferior to the mansions of princes and dukes, and there is no need to be taboo about overriding the etiquette.On the contrary, there are very few rumors about Qi practitioners, and even the national teacher is just a master of the rivers and lakes.

But the most interesting thing is the characters in an inconspicuous house. The men and women who come in and out, almost all of them are martial arts practitioners, but they deliberately hide their identities, dress plainly, and be unsmiling. Chen Pingan once I also saw a master who was most likely to be a master of the sixth level of martial arts, followed by a young woman wearing a veiled hat. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she had a graceful figure. She should be a beauty.

Before he knew it, Chen Pingan began to look at the world with a different perspective.

When we arrived at Xinxiang Temple, there were few pilgrims in the temple, most of them were elderly neighbors, so the monks and novice monks in the temple were all sad.

The main reason why Chen Ping'an has been diligent in visiting recently is that he feels that the old host's time is approaching.

Today, the old monk seemed to know that Chen Ping'an was coming, so he waited early in the corridor of a side hall.

There are two cattail grass round seats, and the two sit facing each other.

Seeing that Chen Pingan hesitated to speak, the old monk cut to the chase and said with a smile: "Among the abbots of Baihe Temple in the past, there have been real golden bodies, not as rumored by the outside world, they are all liars, and Baihe Temple has a thousand-year history without a stick. "

Good to see.

But the premise is that the old monk saw the evil first.

The old monk laughed again: "It's just that after the death of the poor monk, I originally wanted to burn a few relics to add some incense to the temple, but now it seems difficult, and I have to deliberately hide it for a while."

Chen Pingan wondered: "Is this also the cause and effect of Buddhism?"

The old monk nodded and said: "Naturally, in the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected. It seems that the cause and effect are blurred, but in fact it is not. In Buddhism, the sky, the earth, and the earth are all connected with each other. implicated."

This is the first time the old monk spoke "Buddhism" in front of Chen Ping'an.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "Actually, there is cause and effect between the two temples, but it is too mysterious and subtle, too small, and the poor monk is not sure to say it at all, and the benefactor needs to experience it himself."

The two chatted, there was no need to be serious. The old monk used to be interrupted by the little novice, chatting about trivial matters in the temple, and left Chen Pingan aside. Chen Pingan would often bring a few bamboo slips or a book to read. The lettering doesn't feel inconsiderate either.

Today Chen Pingan did not bring any books, but only a slender bamboo slip and a small carving knife.

Chen Ping never tires of the old, the carving knife is still a gift from the store when he bought the jade plaque.

The old monk is very interested in talking today, about Buddhism, just scratching the surface, so I won’t talk too much, and more casually chatting like before, playing piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, emperors, generals, traffickers, and various schools of thought, just casually talk about it. generally.

The time is long.

The old monk asked with a smile: "Can a literati and official who has been a villain and has been stigmatized for thousands of years write beautiful calligraphy and popular poems?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Will a famous person and general who is famous in history have their secrets and flaws that they don't know?"

"some."

The old monk smiled and said: "That's right, don't go to extremes in everything. When talking about reasoning with others, I am most afraid that I will have all the reasons I want. The most fearful thing is that once I have a bad relationship with others, I will not see their goodness at all. Above the temple, there are party disputes, and even being raped. The fact that later generations regard party disputes as disputes between gentlemen, and why they still cause so many disasters, is that gentlemen and sages also do wrong in these matters."

The old monk continued: "But in the party disputes in the court, if you are weak, you will die miserably if you talk about this set of principles. It is really no wonder those scholars who have become officials. If this is the case, can it be said that the poor monk After talking on the phone, it went around in a circle, it was all nonsense, why should I say it?"

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile and said: "There was an old gentleman who told me a similar truth. He taught me to think about everything, even if I thought about it a lot and went back to the original point. Although it took a lot of effort, in the long run, Still beneficial."

The old monk nodded in relief, "This gentleman has learned a lot."

Chen Ping rubbed the small emerald green bamboo slips with his fingers, and said softly: "Once the old man was drunk, his eyes were hazy, and he seemed to be asking me, but he was probably asking everyone. As I said, no matter how many books you have read, you will dare to say that this world is like this, no matter how many people you have met, you will dare to say that men and women are like this, and how much peace and suffering you have seen with your own eyes, you will dare to assert the good and evil of others.”

The old monk sighed: "This gentleman must have had a difficult life."

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something, but he still couldn't figure it out. He asked curiously: "Do Buddhists really advocate putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Before answering, the poor monk first asked, do you think this statement is scary and unique, but after chewing it, I always feel that it is a shortcut, not the Dharma."

Chen Pingan scratched his head, "I haven't even read ordinary Buddhism, so I don't know if it is true or not."

The old monk laughed, "Put down the butcher's knife and immediately become a Buddha. People in the world only look at the shortcut, which is unimaginable, but they don't know the real mystery. It lies in realizing that the butcher's knife is in my hand, which means that I know evil. There are all kinds of things in the world. Many people do evil and don't know evil. Many people know evil and do evil. In the final analysis, they all have a bloody butcher knife in their hands. It’s just a matter of severity. If you can really let go and look back, wouldn’t it be a good thing.”

The old monk went a little further, "Zen is amazing, and outsiders are still surprised, but it is really amazing about the hard work before enlightenment. Ordinary people can't see it, and they don't want to do it. Is it difficult to become a Buddha? Of course it is difficult. Knowing The Dharma is difficult, and it is even more difficult to abide by, protect and teach the Dharma. But”

The old monk stopped talking suddenly, and sighed, "No, but since the poor monk is a person who devotes himself to the Buddha, he can't do it himself, why should he tell you such a far-reaching truth?"

Chen Ping smiled and said: "But it's okay to say, no matter how far the truth is, let's not talk about whether I will go or not. It is also a good thing that I can know that it is there."

The old monk waved his hand, "Let the poor monk rest for a while, drink a cup of tea to moisten his throat, it's almost smoking."

The old monk yelled, and in a monastery not far away, a young novice who seemed to be dozing off while bowing his head and chanting scriptures suddenly opened his eyes, and after hearing what the old monk said, he hurriedly brought two bowls of tea to the abbot and the guests .

Not far away, there is a towering tree with dense shade, and a little yellow warbler is parked, pecking at it.

Chen Pingan drank tea quickly, while the old monk drank tea slowly.

Chen Ping smiled and handed the tea bowl back to the young novice monk. Before the old monk drank half of the bowl, Chen Ping lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip.

Chen Ping looked left and right at both ends.

Bamboo slips are like a small ruler.

After drinking the tea, the old monk turned his head to look, the scorching sun scorched the world in the scorching summer, the world was rarely cool, and he was expressing emotion intermittently.

"In the age of the Dharma, all people in the world are like grass in drought years, withered and without moisture."

"Truth, I still have to talk about it."

"Buddhism is the principle of monks. Etiquette is the principle of Confucian scholars. Taoism is the principle of Taoist priests. In fact, it is not bad. Why stick to the school, yes, just take it and eat it in your stomach."

Chen Ping'an looked away from the bamboo slips, raised his head and smiled, nodded and said, "That's right."

The old monk looked towards the courtyard of the temple outside the railing of the corridor, "This world has always owed good people. Right, wrong, and wrong, how could there be no? It's just that we don't go far to investigate. You can not talk about it, or even deliberately turn black and white, but You have to know it in your heart. It's a pity that the world is so helpless, there are more and more smart people, and those who have as many eyes and hearts as a lotus pod often like to sneer and mellow, deny pure goodwill, and hate others' sincerity."

"Chen Pingan, how you look at the world is how the world will look at you."

Then the old monk did not need to do anything, as if repeating: "You look at it, and it is also looking at you."

Chen Pingan thought for a while and felt that it was reasonable, but he didn't think deeply.

Today the old monk spoke a lot, and Chen Pingan was a person who was willing to think seriously, so after a while, he hadn't followed the old monk so far.

The old monk suddenly smiled brightly and said: "Chen benefactor, what the old monk said today is not bad."

Chen Pingan felt a little sad in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's very good."

The old monk asked with a smile: "I heard you talk about the sequence, big and small, good and evil before, and I want to hear it again."

Chen Ping's words were unfamiliar and obscure for the first time, but the truth and the truth always became clearer and clearer, just like a mirror that was wiped from time to time to remove dust, it would become brighter and brighter.

There is a priority between right and wrong, first figure out the order, don't skip it, just talk about the truth you want to say.

Right and wrong are also divided into big and small. Use one, two or even more rulers to measure the size. use.The laws of the bottom line, high morality, folk customs of various places, and precise calculations will all be involved, and they cannot be generalized. It is extremely complicated and labor-intensive to study.

Only after that is the final determination of good and evil.

Invisibly, human nature is a three-fourth dispute between good and evil, so it no longer becomes an insurmountable danger for scholars, because this is something to talk about at the end, not the first step in making a decision at the beginning of reading thing.

Finally, there is a word "line".

Teaching and transforming the common people, Bodhisattvas preaching the Dharma to the world, and cultivating a pure body alone, all can be done according to one's own preferences.

The old monk looked serene. After listening to Chen Pingan's narration, he clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said, "Amitabha."

Chen Pingan looked at the little oriole that was sitting on the cornice, and it was looking at the little novice who was cleaning the temple.

Chen Ping looked away, and the old monk smiled and said: "The temple is not here, the monk is here, the monk is not here, the scriptures are here, the scriptures are not here, the Buddha is here, the Buddha is not here, the Dharma is still there. It means that there is no monk left in Xinxiang Temple. This scripture, as long as there are people who still have the Dharma in their hearts, the Xinxiang Temple will still be there."

The old monk turned his head and looked at the quiet courtyard again, only the rustling sound of the little novice sweeping the floor.

The old monk's vision was blurred, and he murmured: "The poor monk seems to have seen a lotus blooming in the world."

Chen Pingan was silent.

The old monk lowered his head, his lips moved slightly, "Go."

In the distance, the little monk looked towards the corridor, holding a broom in his arms, and complained to the old monk, "Master, the sun is so big, can I clean it later, it's going to be hot to death."

Chen Pingan turned his head, pointed at the old monk who seemed to be dozing soundly, and then stretched out his finger to his mouth.

The little novice quickly silenced, and then secretly laughed, haha, I like to be lazy, so it turns out that Master also likes to sleep.

He tiptoed to the eaves of the main hall to enjoy the shade. The little yellow warbler plucked up his courage and flew to the little novice's shoulder. The little monk who was alone touched his bald head, feeling a little guilty.

On the round straw seat in the corridor, the dead old monk maintained that loose sitting posture.

But it seemed that he took a breath of energy for this small world.

Chen Pingan thought of Lu Tai's words for no reason.

People die and sleep.