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Daxing Temple sent two young monks to follow Shi Yin, which meant that Shi Yin was a newcomer and would inevitably be inconvenient. If there is any difficulty, they can ask them to find someone to come.

These two young monks are a few years older than the little novice in Qingquan Temple, but they are not much more stable than the little novice.

On the contrary, because he was assigned here, he was even more free.

Daxing Temple does not require Shi Yin to participate in any temple affairs, and the Jingshe is located in the most remote southeast corner of Daxing Temple, very few people come here, occasionally, they are just passing by.

Shi Yin naturally understood the purpose of this arrangement.

This is no different from what he was in Qingquan Temple before—even though he has a master in Qingquan Temple, he still lives alone in the Vihara.

He mentioned the matter of taking precepts twice, but the abbot didn't agree, and the master just prevaricated, so he knew about it, and he didn't mention it again.

He was hidden in the temple.

Just don't know who.

Shi Yin was a little curious, but he didn't want to know the answer urgently, it was even dispensable.

After all, he is an adult and has practiced Buddhism for many years. His state of mind has been settled, at least he feels that there will be no one or anything in the future that can shake his determination to enter Buddhism.

As long as it comes, it will be safe.

Daxing Temple will prepare and deliver all the things he needs in the jingshe at regular intervals, and there will be no shortage of anything.

So Shi Yin devoted himself to staying in the monastery, either copying scriptures, or sitting in meditation, in short, he seldom went out.

On weekdays, except for the two young monks who were sent over, Shi Yin never saw anyone else.

And those voices of discussion that never calm down are when the two young monks get together and sit next to each other under the eaves outside the door, talking carefully and enthusiastically, the tone of their voices is often not well controlled, and they always If it gets bigger, it will be passed into the house.

A wooden door can't block any sound.

Therefore, Shi Yin heard a lot.

It is similar to the old lady of a certain family who brought many people to Daxing Temple to offer incense, begging her son to marry a virtuous wife as soon as possible; and one day, the lady who was worried about getting married, I don’t know how many times she came to ask for a lottery , always pestering the master in the temple to untie the lottery for her, and asking about the date of marriage; another example is a scholar who is studying hard in a poor window, who came to make a wish for three years in a row, but failed to win.

There are also some rumors that are not very ear-catching, and the young monks will also talk about them, but when they say it, they are more cautious and secretive, sometimes mixed with some naive and vicious laughter.

Shi Yin listened to it as soon as he heard it, and never really listened to it, let alone easily have any thoughts because of it.

For him, the only important thing in the world is to practice Zen and approach the Buddha, and the rest are all matters of the world, no matter how much it disturbs his ears, it has nothing to do with him.

Shi Yin never mentioned to the two young monks what they discussed, or in other words, he would not speak easily if he could not speak.

So when the two young monks first arrived, they almost thought Shi Yin was dumb.

When Shi Yin heard them talking like this, he couldn't help laughing silently. He turned around and stood in front of the Xuan window, looked at the more dilapidated lotus pond outside the window, and thought, there is nothing wrong with being dumb, and he is like this now, Isn't that just being a dumb person?

As soon as late autumn passed, winter soon entered.

This year's weather is indeed colder than in previous years, but there is no problem with Shi Yin, one is that he does not leave the monastery, and the other is that the monks in Daxing Temple have already made preparations.

Perhaps it was specially taken care of, or maybe Daxing Temple did not lack money for incense sticks—all the supplies sent to the monastery were of the highest quality, so exquisite that there was a circle of lotus pattern decorations on the edge of the charcoal basin for the fire.

Shi Yin never cared about these things, he just concentrated on practicing his Zen.

After another month of cold weather, it finally snowed.

The snow fell at night, and there was no movement in the first half of the night. In the second half of the night, the wind and snow became heavier, and the snow fell on the roof of the abode like clumps. Accompanied by writings.

Shi Yin fell asleep with the sound of wind and snow on his pillow.

On the second day, Shi Yin woke up earlier than usual, but he didn't go out, and he didn't even open the window to look outside.

He just washed up in the room, had a simple breakfast, and sat down in front of the desk. The room was warm and the ink had not frozen. After Shi Yin moistened the pen, he continued to write what he hadn't finished writing yesterday. scriptures.

I always know that sentient beings, whether they follow the way or not, can be saved according to what they want, and I am teaching all kinds of dharmas.

He doesn't like snow very much.

Suddenly, Shi Yin paused for a moment, stopped there holding the pen, lowered his eyes to look at the handwriting on the paper, his brows were slightly frowned, and after a while, he put down the pen.

Sighed.

It was just a slight sigh, quieter than the wind outside the house.

But for Shi Yin, it was a shock to his heart.

Don't like snow.

For others, it's just a complaint, and it's over as soon as the idea arises; but for Shiyin, such emotions should never be there.

Now there is, it should not be.

Shi Yin stood up, stopped looking at the scriptures on the table, turned around and walked to the door, paused for a moment, finally stretched out his hand, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, there was a bright and somewhat dazzling snow light.

Then came the snowflakes and chill that were blown by the wind and fell on Shi Yin's body.

Snow is still falling.

Shi Yin stood at the door and didn't go any further. He saw the snow-covered yard and the snow-covered crabapple tree in the yard.

Except for the sound of the wind and snow, everything was quiet, as if the Abode had been abandoned and thrown into the wind and snow, no one would come to look for it, and no one would ask about it again.

Shi Yin shook his hand, then let it go quickly, only hanging on his side, his throat moved slightly, and he called out, "Return to the cloud, return to the rain?"

Gui Yun and Gui Yu are the two young monks.

But no response.

Shi Yin called again, but still had no answer, so he pursed his lips, stretched into a line, looked at the snowy ground, and frowned even tighter, after a while, he finally lifted his foot, as if to I stepped out, but just when I was about to take that step, suddenly, there was movement in the yard.

A person fell out from behind the crabapple tree and fell on the snow. The whole person rolled into a ball and let out a cry, which sounded like a child.

Shi Yin took back the step he hadn't taken, and continued to stand still on the spot, with brows flattened, kind and gentle, and asked softly, "Who are you?"

The person who rolled into a ball in the snow finally untied himself from the oversized cloak, but he still couldn't get up, only showing a face, which still had some immature roundness, Very white and clean, but there is some redness on both sides of the cheeks, probably from the cold.

The man blinked again, his eyes were moist, like a newborn deer, his eyes were clear and pure, he smiled innocently, innocent and harmless, and he replied: "My name is A Luan."

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