Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

"Don't give it to me."

Before Wen Song could finish speaking, Yin Su stopped him.

"Why?"

The little monk tilted his head, and his slightly upturned eyes showed a little doubt.

Yin Su looked at the wear and tear on the beads, and there was an imperceptible color in his dark pupils. He didn't expect Huiyin to give this thing out, "This string of beads should be held by Abbot Huiyin when he chanted mantras and praised Buddha. If you wear it on your body, it can delay the intrusion of mantras into your body. I am carrying a Buddha bone, so I don’t need this.”

"Okay then," Wen Song hung the rosary on his slender wrist after listening to him. The cyan beads reflected the slender white porcelain wrist, as if a piece of blue and white had been smudged in the ink, one black and the other White pole is commensurate.

That night, the two sat on the futon and talked a lot, most of which were said by Wen Song, and Yin Su occasionally answered a few words.

The next day, the rising sun rose to the sky, and a ray of pale golden light reflected into the tower.

Yin Su looked at Wen Song who was dawdling and refused to leave, and reminded: "If you don't go, your morning class will be late."

Wen Song stood up slowly from the futon upon hearing the words, "Then... I'm leaving."

"Ah."

Before leaving, Wen Song couldn't hold back and told him again, "Be sure to take care of yourself after Su Su goes out."

When Yin Su heard this sentence, two points of helplessness appeared in his usual shallow eyes, "You said it many times last night."

Wen Song looked down at his pine-like spine, and said seriously: "I have heard that sword cultivators always go forward without fear, and I am very afraid that Su Su will put his life aside, that's why I am so annoying. Those words were repeated over and over again."

Yin Su was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, Wen Song's words seemed to invisibly bind his sword, "I'll take care of it."

"Well," Wen Song heard Yin Su's honest response, two dimples appeared on his lips.

As the tower door was gradually closed, the warmth in Yin Su's eyes gradually faded, and the original indifference and indifference returned to him. He closed his eyes and quietly waited for Rong Xian's arrival.

After the evening class, Wen Song returned to the Ringing Bell Tower. It wasn't that he wanted to come back, but Yin Su specifically told him.

After pushing open the tower door, Wen Song was taken aback by the scene inside the tower. He looked around, but he didn't see Yin Su, so he was relieved.

There were five people in the pagoda, except Huiyin who was standing in the middle, and four monks with serious faces. When they heard the sound behind them, they looked back.

When Jueming saw the visitor, there was some suspicion and dislike in his eyes, and the monk also liked and disliked. Although Wen Song had already worshiped in Jingyin Temple, he really couldn't like this person who came to steal the relic.

Seeing Wen Song, Huiyin said, "Shanren, come here."

Wen Song walked over slowly, "I have seen Master."

"Amitabha," the rosary beads in Huiyin's hand had been changed at this time. Ringing Bell Tower with your help?"

Wen Song looked blankly, "Master, there are no apprentices."

"Do you know?"

Wen Song shook his head.

Huiyin stared at him intently, her eyes like deep water pouring out oppression.

Wen Song took a step back under the pressure of the oncoming coercion, his eyes slightly covered.

Huiyin looked at Wen Song's downcast eyes, and looked away, "You go to live in the Zen room first today."

"it is good."

Jueming looked at the back of Wen Song leaving the tower gate, and said: "Abbot, nephew Shanren has been close to Yin Tanyue, how do you know that he is not lying, so let him go like this, I am afraid it is inappropriate."

"Amitabha, I realized that my brother was wrong," Jueqing said, "The abbot's Dharma is bright, and he can see the precepts of all living beings, and he will not be deceived by others."

"Furthermore, nephew Shanren's cultivation base is low, so he probably doesn't have this ability."

Jueming disagreed with what he said, "Even if Shanren didn't help, he couldn't possibly be ignorant of this matter, and it's a fault if he doesn't report it."

"Abbot, I think Shan Ren should be sent to the Law Enforcement Hall for interrogation."

Jueqing looked at the stubborn Jueming, and said, "If Nephew Shanren already knew about it, why bother to come back today?"

After thinking about it, Jueming said: "Perhaps it is because he and Yin Tanyue are colluding together, and have come to us to create an old suspicion."

"Amitabha."

After Huiyin spoke, they all silenced, "There are traces of the law of space here, but there is no fluctuation of spiritual power. It should be someone who used a magic weapon of space to tear open the crack and take him away."

The implication is to put aside the relationship between his apprentice.

Jueming heard what he meant, so he could only point the finger at Yinsu, "Then Jingyin Temple just let the person who damaged the Buddhist relics go?"

"The old man put a restraint on him, before he is untied, you can follow the restraint to find it."

Thousands of miles away at this moment, the three of Yinsu were flying in the opposite direction to Jingyin Temple on the magic weapon.

Rong Xian looked at Yin Su, and said with a smile: "I don't know how much the life of Daoist Yin is worth?"

Yin Su raised his eyes, "100 million high-grade spirit stones, I will give them to you after the restriction is lifted."

Rong Xian agreed with a smile.

Although several people are in a cooperative relationship, no one will do this kind of life-and-death matter if there is not enough interest.

Just like he once bought his life from Yin Su.

After Wen Song returned to the meditation room, his heart was still beating violently. Although Yin Su had explained all these things before he left, but when it happened, he was still a little flustered, and he didn't know whether the master believed his words.

On the second day, Wen Song knew Huiyin's attitude.

"Are you deceiving?"

Wen Song looked at Huiyin's eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, and couldn't say no.

Huiyin asked again, "Are you deceiving yourself?"

Wen Song held the rosary beads that Huiyin gave him, and lowered his head, "Master, it's my apprentice who made a mistake."

"What precept did you break?"

"Don't lie."

"Copy the scriptures on the first floor of the scripture building and give them to the teacher."

Wen Song knew he made a mistake, so he obediently complied.

However, when he came to the scripture building, he realized how tortured Huiyin's punishment was. The scripture building is divided into three floors, and there are about ten thousand scriptures. Even if only one floor is copied, there are three thousand volumes. What year and month.

Wen Song cried and thought in his heart: Being a monk is really miserable, even lying is a sin.

Resigned to his fate, he went to borrow a pen and paper from the monk guarding the scripture building, and copied it stroke by stroke while lying under the bookshelf.

Since then, Wen Song's daily routine of worshiping Buddhism has become morning classes, evening classes, copying scriptures, and even the time for meditation is squeezed out. In short, it is very hard.

Six months later, Wen Song stepped into Huiyin's meditation room again. At that time, his face was still obviously haggard, "Master, I have finished copying."

"Bring it to the teacher to see."

Huiyin handed over her storage bag, "Because there are too many scriptures, I put the finished scriptures in there, and the master can review them."

Huiyin watched Wen Song open his storage bag wide, and wanted to say a few words, but after seeing the little things inside, he fell silent, and he took out the scriptures piled up into a hill. Two books, flipping through them.

The handwriting on the scriptures is not strong, and it is not even good-looking, but each character is square and square, which looks extremely regular, and the intention of the person who copied the book can be seen at a glance.

"The violation of the precepts has already been punished by the teacher, and it must not be committed again in the future."

"Teacher, keep it in mind."

Huiyin returned Wen Song's storage bag to him, "In three days, you will be twenty years old, and you should receive full precepts and become a monk."

When Wen Song heard the word "foot precept", he curled up his toes first, and looked at Huiyin in a daze, "Accept the sufficient precept?"

"Ah."

When he left the meditation room, Wen Song still hadn't recovered a little bit. It was only time for copying a book, so why should he be fully precepted?

After returning to his meditation room, Wen Song tried to use Lingxi Yin to contact Yin Su for the first time. When he sensed the existence of another person, he called out "Su Su" a little nervously.

"Well," Yin Su's voice was low, "You mean I only contacted me once every six months?"

Hearing Yin Su's response, Wen Song first rolled happily on the bed, and after hearing his words clearly, the smile on the corner of his mouth fell instantly, "I was copied by Su Su for six months, why? contact you?"

Yin Su was hit by a pot from the sky, so he didn't know why, "I'm thousands of miles away now, how can I harm you?"

"It was you who killed me," Wen Song told the whole story of his copying, and finally added: "You don't even know how painful my copying arm is."

Yin Su laughed at him, "Is it that difficult to say no?"

"Well," Wen Song frowned, talking about his feelings at the time, "Although Master's demeanor is very gentle, but for some reason, I just dare not lie."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1523:32:08~2020-01-1623:29:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I can bend, Zambichong 2; Baqiao Farewell, Panyan Beixiang 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 22 bottles without glasses; 8 bottles of black rabbit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!