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Shi Yin accepted the invitation and was going to Daxing Temple in the capital.

The little novice was very reluctant to part with him, squatting at the door of the monastery, like a puppy, looked at Shi Yin eagerly, and asked, "Senior brother Shi Yin, are you really leaving? Will you come back?"

"Where is the capital city? Is the capital city far away from our Qingquan Temple? Can Master and I find you in the future?"

Shi Yin had already packed his things—but in fact there was nothing there, just a few clothes and a scroll of scriptures—it was packed in a bag, which was also very thin.

He walked over and gently touched the little novice's head, which had the scars of the ring he just received this spring, and gently answered the little novice's question: "I really have to go, but I will come back."

"The capital city...is far away from Qingquan Temple, so don't come and find me with Master."

"I will return."

He said it twice.

The little monk nodded ignorantly, saying that he understood.

Senior brother Shi Yin always counts what he says, and he will never lie. He believes what senior brother Shi Yin says.

But the little novice is still too young.

So he doesn't know that sometimes, whether a person can count on what he says is not up to him.

Everything was packed, and the invitation was placed next to the package, but Shi Yin was not in a hurry to leave, he was still waiting.

He is waiting for the master to come back.

Master went to the mountain to collect herbs, and he is not in the temple these few days, he must say goodbye to Master before he can leave.

From evening until late at night, Shi Yin was still sitting in the monastery.

The late autumn night is wet and cold, with a layer of frost pressing down, lighter than snow, but not without a chill.

It was with this level of chill that the master came to Shi Yin's abode in a blaze of anger.

Before entering the door, Shi Yin heard Master's voice.

The master shouted: "Shi Yin, come out!"

Shi Yin got up and went over, opened the door, and said in a neither high nor low voice, "Master, it's late at night, it's not good for you to make such noise."

Once the master got angry, he ignored it: "What is it? Who is your master? Do you still recognize me as your master? Why did you accept an invitation behind my back?! Where are you going? To Daxing Temple? Why, do you want to go to the capital just like that! "

Shi Yin listened to the master's continuous words, but did not refute, just stood there with hands down, listening to the lesson.

After the master finished talking on the phone, seeing that Shi Yin didn't answer, he became angry again, but when he was about to speak again, he was stopped by the abbot.

The abbot said: "Enough, one degree, enough."

The master turned his head to look at the abbot, who was standing under the porch of the monastery, with deep eyes, the master couldn't help frowning and asked, "Senior brother, why did you agree?! You clearly know..."

The abbot once again interrupted the master's words, saying: "Du Yi, Shi Yin has his own way to go. You should understand that everything cannot be forced."

The master gritted his teeth, looked at Shi Yin, then at the abbot, saw that both of them seemed to be at ease, and became even more anxious, saying: "Okay, don't force it! I won't force it! You can do whatever you like Come on, I don't care about you anymore!"

After finishing speaking, the master shook his hands and left the abode.

Shi Yin didn't move, he was still standing at the door, looking at the abbot.

The abbot knew what he meant, nodded slightly to Shi Yin, and said, "Shi Yin, go to sleep. You will go to the capital tomorrow morning. I will be there in Du Yi, so don't worry."

Shi Yin saluted the abbot, "Thank you abbot."

The abbot didn't speak any more, turned around and left the monastery, only Shi Yin was left standing at the door.

Shi Yin raised his head, looked at the cold jade plate in the sky, and wondered if the moon in the capital was as cold as this.

Early the next morning, Shi Yin left Qingquan Temple, left Jinzhou, and headed all the way to the capital.

When he first started on the road, Shi Yin didn't know that Qingquan Temple was very close to the capital, so close that he felt that he hadn't walked for a long time before he suddenly stepped on the boundary of the capital.

It turned out that Jinzhou was too small.

If it is not intentional, it is probably easy to skip Jinzhou, which is hidden in the middle of several major state capitals, not to mention the remote Qingquan Temple located in Jinzhou.

Shi Yin actually didn't care about these things.

As far as he is concerned, whether he stays in Qingquan Temple or is invited to Daxing Temple in the capital, no matter where he is, it is just practice.

As an outsider, where can he not practice Zen?

What's more, the abbot also wanted him to leave.

When they arrived at Daxing Temple, Shi Yin took out the invitation card. When the monk guarding the gate saw it, his face turned cold, as if he didn't dare to neglect, but he was very measured, and he was not too flattering. He just smiled and didn't talk much. He directly led Shiyin to meet the abbot of Daxing Temple.

After all, it is the capital city, which is different from Jinzhou.

When the abbot saw Shi Yin, he spoke a few words to Shi Yin very kindly, but he didn't ask him where he came from. He just said some daily things. She, Shi Yin followed.

Shi Yin didn't know the details, but he could guess some.

Probably someone, the two benefactors from yesterday, greeted Daxing Temple, so even if he arrived here today, the people of Daxing Temple were not surprised at all, and had prepared everything for him in advance.

But Shi Yin didn't care.

He just moved from one monastery to another and continued to practice his own Zen, there was no difference.

I have to study the difference carefully, that is, the present abode is larger than the previous one, and there is only a lotus pond outside the window.

It's just that it's late autumn at this time, and there is only a piece of dead branches and lotus left in the lotus pond. It doesn't have any good scenery, but it's a bit desolate.

Shi Yin put down the burden, tidied up the things he had brought, and stood by the window, looking out of the window, with no expression on his face and calm in his heart, only feeling a little cold.

There is no noise from the master, nor the naughty knock on the door by the little novice, there is only silence here.

In the distance, he could hear the sound of chanting scriptures coming from the Buddhist hall in the temple. It was very low, and he couldn't tell which volume of scriptures they were chanting.

Shi Yin stood for a while, then raised his hand and closed the window, the sound of chanting sutras became farther away, he returned to the desk, unfolded the volume of scriptures he had brought, picked up the pen to moisten the Mo, he wants to repeat the "Medicine Master Sutra" silently.

Write down one stroke at a time, and no one will interrupt him.

Thus, his days in Daxing Temple began in this tranquility.

But Shi Yin also knows that this quietness is light and fake.

Places like Daxing Temple will never really quiet down.

In addition to the deep voices of chanting sutras that float over when the windows are opened, there are also low voices of discussions swimming around in the temple.

Even if the master cannot leave the monastery, those voices will surround him by himself.

Shi Yin heard a lot.