Chapter 158

Xiaoguang and Qinyin followed Chenhui to the temple to practice, and the master only smiled faintly after knowing it, and did not say anything.

Life in the temple is both bitter and idle, and when Chenhui practices in the temple, he has to travel with the monks in the temple.

Every day at five o'clock in the morning, the monks in the temple got up and began to participate in meditation, Xiaoguang and Qinyin were guests who accompanied Chenhui, naturally they did not need to follow, but pity Chenhui, and got up early every morning.

He sat in the main hall and looked at the monks around him who were meditating with their eyes closed, wondering how they could keep sitting motionless in this place.

The master sat in front of him and lectured the disciples on the Dharma, and Chenhui listened to 9 drowsy, he really didn't think that this kind of thing could calm down, he only felt that the more he did it, the more irritable he was.

He sat in place for an unknown amount of time, gradually lost consciousness, and by the time he woke up again, the temple bell had already rung.

This temple is practiced for two hours every morning, after which breakfast begins, and when Tatsuki hears the bell ringing, he is instantly refreshed and opens his eyes to eat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, and he saw that the other monks in the temple had already left, leaving only himself and the master to stay here.

Seeing that he was awake, the master walked to Chenhui with a serious face, and said coldly: "Dare to ask the benefactor, where did the poor monk talk about today's morning class?" "

Chenhui only listened to the first half, and he had already fallen asleep in the back, where would he know where the master was talking, he simply blindfolded one: "Talking about Amitabha Buddha?" "

As soon as the words fell, the master took the bamboo knife and knocked it, this time it was not light, Chenhui held his head in pain, and looked at the master with a resentful face.

The master said in a cold voice: "The Lord has been like this all the time, and he has calmed down every day." "

Practicing like him, not going crazy is considered a creation.

Chen Hui covered his head and said, "Master has Huigen, you better let me go." "

The master glanced at Chenhui lightly, and did not answer him, "The monks in the temple will go out to practice today, and the smoke and smoke outside are too strong, and it is not suitable for the donor, so please ask the benefactor to cook for the monks in the temple locally today." "

Chenhui sighed, knowing that he had no right to refuse, so he had to agree.

Today he spent the day in the temple, watched by the people left by the master to supervise, and made all kinds of miscellaneous goods called 'shuxuan'.

Whether it's fetching water or wiping the floor, or washing and cooking, these habits that Chenhui does there, at the end of the day, there is not much work, but a lot of trouble.

When he wiped the floor, he accidentally spilled water on the ground, and it was still troublesome for Xiaoguang that they cleaned up together.

At night, the master returned with the monks and ate the rice made by Chenhui with extra salt.

The master listened to the things that others told Chenhui to do 480 a day with a serious face, and took him to the Zen room with deep eyes, and gave him two bamboo knives.

Seeing Chenhui leave with a reluctant expression, the master sighed and didn't say anything more.

The Zen machine is still up to Chenhui to realize it himself.

Fortunately, Chenhui was not without talent at all, he stayed in the temple for a few days, although he was not too advanced, but fortunately he still improved.

When listening to the master's lectures, although he was still sleepy, he was able to persevere, and when cooking, he was calm and calm, and did not do anything messy.

Gradually, he also felt that his mood calmed down. _