Get off the vulgar, smelly monk!

It took a whole morning to get familiar with the monastery, remember the time of the morning and evening classes, and even more remember the time of three meals a day, Bai Suxin finally ushered in the first lunch during the retreat—but he was not looking forward to it.

Not at all!

Reluctantly followed Moga to the Zhaitang, as expected.

Before the meal, he sang the offering verse, but Bai Suxin couldn't, so he could only put his hands together and listen silently, and couldn't help feeling sleepy while listening.Afterwards, weinar master called the monk's postscript, and then he could start fasting.

White noodles, steamed buns and small green vegetables, a bowl of pickled vegetable soup with scattered oily flakes, just look at it and don't want to eat it.

Moga ate steamed buns with a blank expression, and occasionally took a sip of soup, without making a sound during the period, quite self-restraint, worthy of being an example for all the disciples.

Bai Suxin was filled with righteous indignation, and tried to kill the vegetable in front of him with his eyes, and when Moga wiped his mouth gracefully, he was still lingering at the vegetable with his eyes.

Moga: "It's time to put away the bowls and chopsticks."

The implication: If you don’t eat now, you will starve to death later and no one will care.

Bai Suxin angrily tore the steamed bun, as if chewing on human bones: "Seriously speaking, snakes are carnivores!"

Moga had no choice but to put a chopstick of vegetables into the bowl: "Don't talk about food, be quiet."

Bai Suxin wanted to spray the other party with steamed buns all over his face.He moved the bowl away in disgust, not wanting to take a second look, and complained in a low voice: "I don't want to eat vegetables!"

Moga looked indifferent, as if saying: Then you starve to death.

In the end, Bai Suxin still ate the vegetable that was caught in the bowl as if he was dead, and found that the taste was not bad, sweet and not as grassy as he had imagined.

This taste is different from the green vegetables he ate when he was in the theater troupe.The troupe's taste is bitter and astringent, with an irresistible grassy smell; the taste here is slightly sweet and soft in the mouth, which is quite delicious.

For the sake of not being unpalatable, he ate a few more mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Moga's expression also eased down.

Soon after, the monks sang the verse of fasting - the end of meal time.Bai Suxin was about to suffer from indigestion.

After leaving the Zhaitang, Moga said to Bai Su: "From now on, you will clean our Zen room, and you will also sweep the area behind the mountain. After you are done, go back to the Zen room to recite scriptures and practice Taoism. Regarding the scriptures, what's the difference?" Ask me if you understand."

"Oh, I know that. Sweep the floor, sweep the floor, sweep the heart, don't sweep the heart... don't you?"

"Exactly."

Bai Suxin smiled and agreed, but he thought in his heart: You don't know when I will clean the back mountain and when I will go back to the meditation room to chant sutras.

Moga: "I will test your homework regularly."

"...Then what am I going to do this afternoon?"

Moga looked up at the sky and said, "Let's dry out the scriptures in our meditation room."

Bai Suxin shrugged: "What about you?"

"I'm watching you from the sidelines."

"do nothing?"

Moga stopped and looked back at Bai Suxin: "What do you want me to do?"

Bai Suxin choked when asked, "How do I know what you monks usually do?"

"..."

"that……"

"what?"

Bai Suxin's eyes wandered: "I feel sleepy when I'm full, can I sleep for a while?"

"... half an hour."

Bai Suxin lowered his head and tangled his fingers, ready to be rejected coldly, but Moga gave this answer.He was so flattered that he ran happily to the meditation room like a bird, and soon met with Zhou Gong accompanied by Moga's low voice of chanting.

As expected, after half an hour, Bai Suxin refused to get up, huddled under the blanket and acted like a baby with Moga.

"Master, let me sleep for a while. Fifteen minutes is enough! Snakes are lazy in winter, so you can't blame me."

"I'll count to three. Three, two..."

"Master..." Bai Suxin paused for a while, then continued after whetting his appetite, "Come and sleep together. Taking a nap every day is good for the body and mind, and it's also good for the skin."

With great self-restraint, Mo Jia didn't pop out the word "Miss".

"Are you willing to get up only if I recite the Forbidden God Curse?"

Bai Suxin sat up shyly, with her bun tilted to one side, she was dazed for a while before lazily starting to put on her clothes.The movements were slow and feeble, making one really worried that he might fall asleep again halfway through the clothes.

Moga was afraid that he would get angry every day trying to get people to wake up, so he simply made a rule: "If I go to sleep again in the future, I will directly recite the forbidden god curse."

Bai Suxin's movements froze, his lips moved, and finally he didn't say the scolding words out of his mouth.

"Correct your appearance and go to dry your books."

"Oh!"

Bai Suxin had no choice but to move the books to the yard, and spread them out on the ground to dry, while he picked one at random and sat on a small bench to read it, basking in the sun.

The text of the scriptures was difficult to understand, so he picked up an esoteric book to read, only felt that the words knew him, and he also knew the words, but he didn’t know anyone when he put them together. It's all words.At this time, someone took the book from his hand and handed over another volume, which was thin and didn't seem to contain much content.

"Read this volume."

He took it and saw that it was the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".Although I don't remember the full text, I can at least remember a few sentences such as "Form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form", which are indeed the best scriptures to understand and memorize.

He read it silently, and found that "Moga Mushou Respect Book" was written at the end of the scroll, which turned out to be written by Moga himself.

"The words are not bad."

He turned his head to look for the figure of Moga, and seeing someone sitting on the porch counting prayer beads with closed eyes, he couldn't help putting down the scroll and leaning over to take a second look.

Moga's slender fingers moved a prayer bead every once in a while, with regular and elegant movements, unaware of Bai Suxin's approach.

Bai Suxin squatted in front of him and looked up at him. From time to time, his five fingers waved in front of people's eyes. He couldn't help but want to pluck his eyelashes and pinch his face, or touch people's hands, always wanting to annoy the other person. happy.

He was having fun, his legs went numb when he was squatting, he moved his knees a few times and failed to stand up, instead he fell to the ground, the numb and itchy pain crawled up his calf, making him tremble He trembled twice, but he didn't dare to move.

Although Moga had his eyes closed, his five senses were keen. He had known Bai Suxin was approaching for a long time, and he frankly took his hands and feet as a test for himself. He could also feel Bai Suxin's fall just now.At this moment, he opened his eyes and stopped counting the prayer beads, and calmly raised his foot to touch the opponent's calf.

"Hiss—don't, don't, don't... Spare me, spare me!"

Looking at Bai Suxin's tangled face, Moga felt inexplicably comfortable, so he kicked twice more.

Bai Suxin gritted his teeth and felt sour, and felt furious: "No wonder the fat monk said that you are unclean, and you know how to bully people!"

Moga also realized his gaffe, and lowered his eyes and said: "Sin, sin."

After recovering for a while, Bai Suxin stood up, took the Buddhist beads from Mojia's hand and played with it, and said, "Since you know your crime, why don't you let me bully you back?"

Moga didn't answer, so he took it as acquiescence, raised his hand and carefully plucked the other person's eyelashes, and tilted his head to study for a while.

"Not as long as I am, nor as soft as me...Well, I still look good."

Hearing this, Moga raised his eyes subconsciously to look at Bai Suxin's eyes—a pair of peach blossom eyes rippling in the lake, looking from the outside to the inside, he only saw a stomach full of bad water.

"All dharmas are empty and empty. The skin and voice are just illusions."

Bai Suxin smiled slyly: "I know, what you monks say, skin is skin, there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness. But I think that if you look ugly, you will not be happy to do many things."

Moga's eyelids twitched: "Phase is born from the heart, what is happiness or not?"

"But I don't see how beautiful those girls who are kind and pure in heart but not good-looking are. Let's talk..."

Moga heard the turning point at the end of Bai Su's letter, and unconsciously took a deep breath.

"Besides, people who are ugly on the outside are not willing to look at them twice. Who can see how beautiful this person is on the inside? It's like you... If you were uglier, I would have loved you back then. I won’t recruit you anymore, I won’t even look at you!”

Moga gave him a cool look: "The color makes the mind faint."

Bai Suxin imitated Moga's appearance, clasped the Buddhist beads and clasped his hands together, and said deeply, "Yes, otherwise I wouldn't allow you to leave the theater troupe and come to Jinshan Temple. Liuxi treats me well, but it's not as fun as you. When I see you are serious I can't help but want to tease you."

Moga rescued the Buddha beads from Bai Suxin's clutches: "Jinghui is quick with his tongue, put away the book."

"Yes, Master..."

Bai Suxin sticks out his tongue with Moga on his back, enough is enough.

He really likes teasing this monk. On the one hand, it is for fun, and on the other hand, he also wants to use this gradual stimulation to make Moga's heart bear better, which is also good for suppressing inner demons.

He really felt that he was doing it well, but it was more because of fun.

In the setting sun, the Zhai Zhong rang 36 times, and the monks, big and small, came out of the meditation room and went to the Zhai hall.Bai Suxin just finished packing the books, looked up and saw Moga standing at the door waiting for him.The setting sun slanted on the round bald head, coated with a layer of golden light, shining brightly into the eyes.

Hmm... Although it's a bit boring, the people are still quite dazzling.Even the candles were spared, he thought.

The author has something to say:

Xiaobai saw that at the end of the scriptures it said "Maga Mushou respects the book", but when he looked at the reverse side, there was actually "read through and recite the whole text"

Hahahaha, this is the full version