Only I can understand the books in the Cangjing Pavilion

Wu Zhengfei tidied his clothes outside the abbot's meditation room, cleared his throat, and gently opened the door.He poked his head into the room through the crack of the door, the movement was exactly the same as that of the little monk watching the temple gate.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the six bald heads in the room suddenly turned around in unison. Seeing that there was nothing right or wrong, everyone frowned tacitly, and one person let out an obvious displeasure: "Huh!"

Wu Zhengfei smiled and said, "Yo, all the brothers are here? Master is also here, what are you doing, chatting?"

After finishing speaking, he walked in from the door, raised his right hand and gnawed hard on the persimmon in his hand, making a crisp cracking sound: "Little brother said that Master was looking for me, but I didn't expect to find five other brothers? It's a coincidence, Amitabha .”

"No right or wrong! You're late again! Why don't you hurry over here!"

Eldest brother has the most irritable temper, the most rigid person, and also the most unaccustomed to the nonchalant, nonchalant appearance.Wu Zhengfei wondered if his blood pressure would soar every time he saw him, and the veins and blood vessels on his bare head burst, and he felt uncomfortable for him.

"Brother, why are you angry again, calm down, calm down."

Wu Zhengfei came over with a smile, and sat down on an empty futon: "Aren't you full? People who are not full are prone to irritable, I will give you a bite of my persimmon..."

As he spoke, he handed the half-gnawed persimmon to the monk. The monk turned his head away with a cold snort, only looked at the abbot and said, "Master! We must deal with nothing wrong today. This guy has been idle all day long. He doesn't have classes in the morning. Whether he cultivates or not, he sees no one from morning to night, and only knows to be mischievous at the foot of the mountain, and the good reputation of Dazhong Temple has been ruined by him!"

Wu Zhengfei curled his lips, seeing that he ignored his persimmon, he withdrew his hand and took another bite, muttering: "Our family didn't have a good reputation, and no one came to the temple to burn incense for many years, and the Buddha statues were all torn. Drop the mud."

"Don't be disrespectful to the Buddha."

The abbot had been meditating with his eyes closed and pretended to be dead, but when he heard Wuzheng muttering, he opened his eyes slightly: "Liaofei, why don't you say that your senior brother is responsible for the reason, whether you don't have morning classes or evening classes?"

He was named by the abbot as the dharma name for right and wrong.

No right and wrong, right and wrong... It can be seen that the abbot is very afraid that he will cause trouble.But Wu Zhengfei knows that it is impossible for him not to provoke right and wrong in his life, so he can only appreciate the kindness of the abbot.

Wu Zhengfei has a sense of belonging to his name, but he has no feeling for the word "Liao Fei", probably because he doesn't feel that he is a monk from the bottom of his heart?

All right and wrong knew that the abbot wanted to punish him with a wrong punishment, so as to vent his anger on the senior brother, otherwise he would definitely drive him down the mountain again. The abbot simply spoiled the senior brother and punished him every time.

Wu Zhengfei finished eating the persimmon in his hand, and threw the persimmon stalk into the trash can in the corner from a long distance: "Master, I don't have morning and evening classes because I have to go to work. If you don't believe me, go to the kitchen and have a look. melted……"

"Yes, or not, where did all this nonsense come from?"

The abbot gave Wu Zheng a stern look, but he had white beard and hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and this glance had no deterrent effect on him.

Wu Zhengfei rolled his eyes: "Yes—"

"Since that's the case, let's punish you. Don't sleep tonight, just copy scriptures in the Buddhist hall."

Wu Zhengfei protested: "You might as well beat me up!"

Let him copy scriptures?Isn't this a joke!He can't read a word, can't hold a pen, let alone write, copying one night's scriptures can't be scrapped?

"That's it."

After the abbot finished speaking, he said to the monk sitting in the middle: "Enlightenment, you go to the kitchen and take care of the meals you have received, and eat dinner as soon as possible, and let him copy the scriptures."

Mo Wu is a somewhat chubby monk with an amiable smile.He got up from the ground and replied: "Yes, Master, this disciple will go right away."

Wu Zhengfei sat there, staring at Wu Wu without blinking, the eyeballs were about to fall out.Wu Wu hesitated for a moment, pointed at Wu Right and Wrong, and said, "Master, I can't handle it all by myself, let the sixth brother come and help."

After he finished speaking, he realized that his intention seemed too obvious, he rubbed his hands uncomfortably and said with a "hehe" smile: "The sixth junior brother...is better at things in the kitchen..."

"Okay, okay! I'm going to help Third Senior Brother!"

Before the abbot could speak, Wu Yu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I'll give the third senior brother a hand!"

The abbot glanced at him, then at the eldest disciple sitting on his right, and sighed, "Then you can go."

"Master!"

Wu Shifei jumped up from the ground at once, pushed Lu Wu to go out: "Hurry up, hurry up! Don't delay the senior brothers from having dinner!"

At any rate, he fled to the kitchen, Wu Zhengfei finally breathed a sigh of relief.Said it was helping, but in fact he just sat on the sidelines and watched the fire.Before he became a monk, he worked as a cook in a restaurant. Later, his family suffered a disaster and asked to go to Dazhong Temple. The abbot saw that he still had the roots of wisdom, so he stayed.

Wu Zhengfei smelled the scorched aroma of the pancakes being cooked by hot iron in the air, and he was a little muttering in his heart—whether the abbot has "wisdom roots" or not, in fact, it depends on whether this person is useful to the temple. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't think that the third senior brother had anything to do with the so-called "Huigen".

"Sixth Junior Brother, don't make Senior Brother angry again in the future."

Wu Zheng was in a daze, realized that he had already baked a piece of cake, threw it into the basket, and then started to bake the next one.While kneading the dough, he turned his back on Wuzheng and started nagging: "Once or twice is fine, you always make him angry, and Master can't protect you all the time."

There is nothing wrong with picking up a straw and holding it in his mouth. These straws have been piled up for a season, and they smell like dead grass, but they don't smell bad.He chewed and listened, feeling depressed.

"Where did I provoke him? He provoked me. He didn't like me."

——But it would be great if the abbot could drive him out of Dazhong Temple. He has long felt that it is troublesome to be a monk. Sometimes he catches a rabbit on the mountain with great difficulty, and he has to run away to eat it secretly and do his "business" "It's also inconvenient. If the abbot finds out, he will definitely smash his ass.

Wu Wu looked back at him, and said disapprovingly: "What nonsense are you talking about, there is no opinion among brothers and sisters that is not pleasing to the eye."

Wu Zhengfei snorted: "Why not, Liaochen doesn't like me. I regard him as a senior brother, but does he regard me as a junior? When he sees me, he blows his beard and stares, and he is more lenient than the master."

Liaochen is their senior brother's dharma name, and it stands to reason that no right and wrong can't be called a senior's dharma name.

"Elder brother said you are right."

Wu Wu quickly took out the second cake, and said, "He is rigorous and has extremely high demands on himself. You are always so cynical. As a senior brother, he naturally wants to educate you."

No right or wrong, no rebuttal, he had to admit that he was indeed not a qualified monk.But he really can't strive for this "qualification". The current situation in Dazhong Temple does not allow him to be "qualified". If he is also "qualified", all the monks in the temple will starve to death.

As for Liaochen...he really has no bad intentions, but his thoughts are completely different from what is right and wrong. He hopes that one day the Dazhong Temple will be included in the temple system of Fucheng, so that they can get a sum of money every year, and the monks can live. Have something to rely on.But the temples in Fucheng have strict requirements on the small temples below, and they say to the outside world that they will always select temples with standardized behaviors to enter their system. It was his fault.

It is a good thing that such an adult can still maintain a naive attitude.According to the point of view of right and wrong, he felt that even if every monk in Dazhong Temple became an eminent monk, Fucheng would not pay attention to them. Starve to death?

Wu Wu saw no right and wrong and didn't say anything, thinking that he was subdued, so he didn't continue to talk about it.After he baked the bread, he took it out of the pot, and there were five big sheets, mixed with a lot of wild vegetables and a little wheat bran, and baked thickly, enough for the monks in the Dazhong Temple to fill their stomachs.

Although Wu Zhengfei brought back two bags of white flour, Wu Wu still dared not eat everything. Such a luxury can’t be done even during the autumn harvest season. The new year is not over yet, and spring is still early, so we still have to save it. eat.

He is neither right nor wrong, and it is impossible for him to bring back so much food every day.

Wushifei helped Luwu carry the basket, bowls and chopsticks to the lobby, ready for dinner.Wu Wu suddenly said: "Sixth Junior Brother, although white noodles are delicious, they are not as cheap as rough noodles."

Wu Zhengfei tilted his head to look at him, and then he got up hesitantly: "Third senior brother, when I go out for alms, naturally, whatever the good Lord gives me, I will melt into whatever is given to me, and I can't ask others for white or rough noodles."

Wu Wu looked at him and shook his head—these things seemed to be bought with money, and he was not a fool, he just refused to admit it.However, Wu Wu didn't intend to insist on exposing him, he had reminded him of everything that should be reminded, and hoped that he would pay more attention.

The monks gather in the lobby for meals, sitting face to face around long tables, which is considered lively.It’s just that Wu Zhengfei is a little bit memorized today, and the person sitting opposite him is Liao Chen, who is staring at him sternly while eating, so staring at Wu Zhengfei that he can’t swallow—even if he swallows it, he will definitely suffer from indigestion .

So he hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of food and was about to leave the table. Liao Chen sneered behind his back: "Master punished you to copy scriptures, where are you going? The Zen room is on the other side."

Wu Zhengfei turned around and grinned: "I'm going to the toilet, can't I?"

He already knew that he would not be able to avoid this punishment, but now he was reminded by Liao Chen that he felt very uncomfortable.

I have to say that every time the abbot's punishment hits the sore spot of right and wrong, he has to copy the Diamond Sutra twice tonight before he can sleep.This is the most troublesome thing for Wu right and wrong. He can't read, and he doesn't want to learn to read. He feels drowsy when he reads a book.It's not that the abbot didn't teach him back then, he refused to learn life and death, and if he was forced again, he clamored to return to vulgarity.Later, the abbot probably also felt that nothing is right and wrong is a piece of rotten wood, so he stopped thinking about it.

So much so that he is still illiterate.

However, the abbot did not completely give up Wuzheng after all. He could not force Wuzheng to learn to recognize characters, so he punished him to copy scriptures. Finally, he can get close to "characters". Maybe one day he will suddenly become enlightened.But after being punished for so many years, I haven't seen any signs of him getting enlightened, and as long as he reads this book... reads this book...

Wu Shifei stared at the densely packed black characters on the scriptures with drooping eyelids, and drew a few words according to the gourd. Suddenly, he fell on the table and fell asleep.

For him, books are the best sleeping pills...

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Ah Fei is a coward...but he himself is very insane!You will understand after seeing it!