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Guangji didn't make any indication on the answer to this question, he didn't nod or shake his head, he didn't smile or frown, he didn't continue to ask the next possible question, and he didn't continue this kind of "comparison". , vaguely, like this wet weather, the water vapor that seems to be attached to the skin does not exist when you touch it with your hands.

The monk on the side glared at Ji Mo: "Talk too much." He raised his hand and lifted him aside, out of the way.

The great monk, who pretended to be deaf and dumb, opened his eyes at this time, looked over, as if he had never seen the episode just now, and said with a smile: "You can read the Buddhist scriptures at any time, and you should rest first when you come here from afar. "

"It's okay to rest at any time, but the Buddhist scriptures must be consistent."

Guangji seemed to have something to say, and answered with a smile with the great monk. He took two steps forward, just passed Ji Mo's position, and left him behind.

[Main task: preacher. 】

[Current progress: Guangji (Master) - not completed. 】

Ji Mo stared at Kong Kong and glanced at the process displayed on the system screen, and immediately felt a headache, and it was not successful after all this, what else do I need!

This is really the hardest apprenticeship he has ever had.

Even so, Ji Mo, who was squeezed to the background board, didn't give up, as if he was stealing the spotlight, he quickly followed Guangji, and compared the monk who led the way behind.

The monk glanced unhappily at the stumbling little novice, if he deliberately walked two steps faster, he might trip him up, and given the distance between him and Guangji, there might be a chain reaction, It seemed that he was causing trouble for nothing and had trouble with children.

He had no choice but to give way, but Ji Mo took his place.

Aware of this "forbearance", Ji Mo glanced back, among other things, the cultivation of the monks in the temple is very good.

Guangji could not have been unaware of this small movement behind him, but he ignored it, and his brows and eyes seemed to have never taken it to heart.

After a brief exchange of words with the great monk, the great monk gave way to open the door and let Guangji in, and Ji Mo stepped in after him. When he crossed the threshold, he did not forget to look up at the great monk, and scratched his cheeks with his fingers. , shamefaced.

Who said that those who are afraid of getting wet in the scriptures, how can others not be afraid when they read it?

The great monk didn't even droop his eyelids, he just pretended not to know, and walked in with Guangji. Open flames were not allowed in the Sutra Pavilion. Lanterns on the porch outside the window.

When the fire lights up, it comes from a high place, and if you sit by the window, you can borrow some light. If there is a wind, the lanterns will flicker, the candle shadows will shake, and there will be a shadow in the lower corner.

Reading books in this way is obviously not good for the eyes. In addition, if the wind blows and rains, the rain may also fall on the scriptures. What the great monk said to Ji Mo is obviously not a lie.

"The temple is simple, that's all there is to it. This weather is really not a good weather for reading."

The great monk put down the pole, said this, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and sighed.

"Sun or rain is neither good nor bad, just calm down."

As Guangji said, his words were gentle, not a rebuttal. The great monk responded with a smile, "Yes, yes, you are young and have good eyesight. On this day, you all want to read scriptures."

In the words, Ji Mo seemed to be passing by, and Ji Mo vaguely sensed that this was good intentions, because because of such words, Guangji glanced at him, and this glance was much more serious than before.

The monk who led the way just sent the people there, and then he could leave. Seeing that Guangji had taken a scripture to read, he said a few polite words, said goodbye to him and left.

The great monk was not in the room either, and said with a big belly, "I'm old and my eyesight is not good. It's at the door. If you finish reading, remember to close the windows. I'll get the lantern on the porch by myself, no need to touch it. "

Guangji nodded his thanks, watched the great monk walk slowly into the shadows, sat on his seat, and opened a scripture that he took down randomly.

Ji Mo also went to the bookshelf to get a scripture, and sat across from Guangji. The table was not designed for him, it was a bit high, so the book was not placed on the table, but read with his little paws.

The book, which was originally designed for adults, looked a little unsteady when held by a child. Guangji took another look, as if he was afraid that he would damage the book. Seeing that he was reading it safely, he took it back line of sight.

Guangji reads books very quickly. On the one hand, he is familiar with many scriptures, and he can make no mistakes at a glance. On the other hand, he is trying to check for omissions. If they are the same, he can naturally put them aside for the time being. It is worth paying attention to.

His ability to check for omissions and fill in gaps is a level higher than Ji Mo's. Ji Mo is still at the stage of making mistakes in words and sentences, and the meaning of words is not clear. In terms of ordinary typos, it is more profound.

The wind in the corridor was a bit strong, the lantern was blown swaying, and the light it cast seemed to be spinning in circles, making people feel bored.

Ji Mo was dizzy, and looked up at Guangji, but he looked at the scriptures seriously as if he hadn't noticed it, but, judging from the distance between his eyes and the scriptures, isn't he a bit short-sighted?

Guessing that it was getting late, Ji Mo hesitated and asked about his background: "Master, why don't you read it tomorrow, or what do you want to read? As far as I am concerned, I will memorize the scriptures on these two rows of bookshelves, and memorizing them to Master will save you a lot of trouble." Save your eyes."

Guangji was still working hard at first, but when he heard this, he looked at Ji Mo unexpectedly: "You know how to recite these?"

His tone was unbelievable. A four or five-year-old novice monk can memorize so many scriptures. In addition to his own hard work, he must also believe in the words of innate talent. If it is not for his photographic memory, how can he memorize it so easily?

Or, it corresponds to the previous saying of "born with knowledge".

Seeing is not necessarily nothing. Guangji has traveled all the way and has seen many things that he has never seen before. He will not be limited by past cognition and believe that there is no such thing.

Those child prodigies, those Su Hui, or some local people exaggerated a little bit, but if they never showed any miracles, who would be so bragging about it?

There must be a reason for it to come out of nowhere.

Many things cannot be generalized.

Thinking of this, Guangji looked at Ji Mo more seriously, "Since that's the case, let's see it tomorrow."

While talking, Bai An closed the books, and put back the ones he had read one by one, Ji Mo also put away the books he had read, followed behind Guangji, watched him close the window, and went out with him .

The great monk was still at the door, yawning lazily. The weather was colder and damper, but it was just right for him. It was a good weather for sleeping. Hearing the regular sound of rain made him feel more at ease in his sleep.

Seeing them coming out, he raised his eyelids and pointed to the pole beside the door, "Go get the lamp and put it out, don't start a fire."

Obviously, she was very sleepy right now, and she really didn't want to move.

Guangji respectfully complied, like an ordinary monk, he obeyed his orders and went to lower the lantern on the porch with the pole in his hand. His movements were proficient, as if he had done such a thing before. Hold the lantern in one hand, blow into it with one breath to extinguish the candle, then hang the lantern on the top again, and return it to the pole.

Between the actions, there is a sense of purity.

Ji Mo followed behind him, step by step, seeing him walking towards Yunshuitang, he still refused to leave.

"What are you still doing with me?"

Seeing this little tail that couldn't be shaken off, Guangji turned to ask.

"Send Master to the residence, and I will return later."

Ji Mo responded calmly, as if what he did should be the way a disciple serves his master, which is just and right and cannot be questioned.

Guangji laughed, he didn't admit it yet, but he did, did the Buddha really mean it?

There was nothing to say all the way, and when we arrived at the place, Ji Mo wanted to show his hospitality again and help undress the monk's clothes, but was kicked out by Guangji, "Go and rest quickly, don't dawdle here."

Ji Mo had no choice but to turn back to where he lived. He came back late, and the laughing and frolicking young monks had already fallen asleep, and they were all stumbling around, making the Datong bunk a mess.

Seeing that half of his pavement was occupied by a young monk, Ji Mo pushed him helplessly, seeing the unclear dark watermark on the pavement through the dim light in the corridor, he was speechless for a while.

Drooling in sleep or something, God knows why a child of this age drools so much, it looks like wetting the bed.

This is also the reason why he was in a hurry to ask for a teacher. If he worshiped his master early, he would be able to leave this group of little devil kings early. At least he would not have to sleep with them anymore. When he was woken up by a kick in the middle of the night, Ji Mo wanted to give him a punch in return. .

Seriously worrying about such small things is because I am not magnanimous, I don’t care about it, and I feel that I really can’t live on, the one who feels uncomfortable is always myself.

"Child, it's the most troublesome thing."

Ji Mo muttered softly, avoiding the puddle of saliva, squeezed into the next bunk, kicked the opponent's buttocks, and the fleshy buttocks arched forward, leaving one who was okay. The warm position saves myself the need to warm the bed.

Early the next morning, after finishing what he had to do, Ji Mo went to find Guangji, followed him, and recited scriptures for him. His crisp voice had an inherent accent, which could have made people fall asleep. The sound of chanting sutras seems to bring the fresh air of vegetation after the rain in the morning, and there is a sense of arrogance.

Guangji nodded slightly when he heard it. Chanting sutras was the best way to see his foundation. He could hear the confidence and firmness in it, and his original impression of Ji Mo became clearer from this.

Later, when I went to the Cangjing Pavilion to read books, Ji Mo always accompanied him. Guangji once asked, "Why don't you play with other monks?"

"I'm different from them, so it's hard to have the same interest." Ji Mo replied.

"But don't you think they are ignorant?" Guangji asked.

"All living beings have different faces. I know what I don't know, and the other knows what I don't know. There is ignorance in both, and the two offset each other. Different games are just because of different paths."

Ji Mo was a little helpless about this kind of question with hidden traps. Considering his character, he couldn't ask clearly with words. Let's see in the future.