Chapter 173 A few things about farming

Chapter 173 A few things about farming

The corner of the courtyard wall.

Duh duh duh…

In the small vegetable garden, Chen Shu held a hoe and worked on a newly opened wasteland. As he waved the hoe, the land slowly became softer.

The hoe was homemade before. There was no iron among the Buddhist fragments. It was just a simple version that was polished with stones into a rough shape and finally tied to a wooden stick.

The rope was only made of thinner rattan and was not very strong when tied up. Chen Shu would always stop to tie it up again every ten times he hoeed it.

There is a kind of primitive beauty.

The small vegetable garden can only provide enough fruits and vegetables to feed the master and apprentice of Stealing Heart Monk, so you need to grow some yourself - this is what Stealing Heart Monk said, but Chen Shu doesn't believe it.

But he didn't have any bad feelings about it.

My ears have been deaf for a long time. Working in this quiet world always produces a feeling of becoming closer to the heaven and earth, as if what I am hoeing is not the earth, but a state of life.

This is probably not an illusion.

After these days, Chen Shu's heart gradually fell into a kind of tranquility. Working in the fields every day seemed to calm his turbulent and undercurrent of heart, turning it into a deep pool, with a face as flat as a mirror and no depth. .

So at the beginning, Chen Shu just had the idea of ​​"I'm here for you", but later he seemed to really fall in love. In addition to reading the classics in the temple every day, he also did two things: hoeing the ground. Sometimes I just want to run outside and make use of all those wastelands.

It's just that the ground in this courtyard is also extremely strange. Chen Shu has been farming for at least ten days. His back and back are sore and tired every day. It's like fighting with others for three days and three nights. But so far, he has only been able to cultivate. A small piece.

However, the fruits and vegetables grown can indeed be called delicious. Each one is full of juice and contains a lot of pure energy. If sold in the real world, the value may not be cheaper than some spiritual objects. This is probably why There are some special features contained in the fragments of the Buddha Kingdom.

After all, according to Sha Mao, the Buddhist Kingdom was also one of the top three divine kingdoms in the world. It is not surprising that anything happens on this land.

"call…"

Chen Shu breathed a sigh of relief and put the hoe aside. At this time, a mountain breeze blew by, and the branches and fruits in the vegetable garden were luxuriant. As the mountain breeze swayed gently, the forest in the forest outside the door also made a rustling sound. Voices.

"If nothing happens, there seems to be nothing wrong with farming for a lifetime."

It's just not easy to open up another piece of land. Chen Shu works non-stop every day, but according to this trend, it may not be completed in less than a few months.

"Donor Chen, drink water."

The young novice handed him a cup of mountain spring. His eyes were tightly closed, but he seemed to see the world clearly, and he handed it directly to Chen Shu.

"Thank you." The little novice monk was the only one whose voice Chen Shu could hear so far. He poured it into his mouth without being polite.

The cool mountain spring with a hint of sweetness enters the throat, and all the heat is instantly extinguished.

"Almsgiver Chen, can you teach me how to read and write today?" The little novice monk asked expectantly.

"Can."

After nearly half a month of getting acquainted with each other, Chen Shu had some understanding of the temperament of the master and the disciple. It was said that it was half a month, but in fact it was just Chen Shu’s personal feeling. There was no distinction between day and night in the fragments of the Buddhist Kingdom. Not sure yet.

The Thieving Heart Monk was not a serious monk. Except for having a meal at night, he always sat in meditation in the meditation room on weekdays. He said he was studying Buddhism, but Chen Shu never took it seriously.

And Miaokong, the little novice monk, seems to be a curious baby. Apart from knocking wooden fish, he spends the rest of his time standing by the vegetable garden and watching him work. During his breaks, he mostly asks about the outside world. It's really like Things a kid of this age should do.

But sometimes Miaokong would secretly inquire about Chen Qin. The last time he was in the house, Miaokong had said that he would marry her when he grew up. Chen Shu's memory would not be biased, but he also found it interesting. From time to time, She would tease him a few words and make him blush with embarrassment.

Because there is not a trace of spiritual thoughts in the fragments of the Buddhist kingdom, it is difficult to practice even if you want to. You can only rely on cutting leeks to suck blood, and you are summoned to recruit two apostles every day. Fortunately, you can be considered leisurely.

The two people, one large and one small, soon arrived at the study room.

In addition to some Buddhist classics, there were not many books in the study. Chen Shu randomly pulled out two books.

It is said that it is teaching, but in fact it is better to say that it is Chen Shunian. Miaokong listens, no matter how uncommon the words are, he can understand them after listening.

Miaokong cannot be treated as a normal blind person. Although his eyes are blind, it does not affect his vision at all - unlike Chen Shu, who is deaf, Miaokong is probably playing blind.

At night, the three of them had dinner.

In addition to some clear porridge, there was also a plate of meat.

Occasionally, they would kill some exotic animals to eat. The heart-stealing monk always said that Miaokong was still young and needed nutrition, but every time he ate more than Chen Shu, but Miaokong never ate.

Another long time passed. Chen Shu farmed every day and taught Miao Kong to write. Because he had the habit of writing a diary, he also found a blank notebook and gave it to Miao Kong, hoping that he could learn some good habits.

Just when he was reading a book today, Miao Kong suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Shu: "Sir, I understand."

With that said, he hurried to the Zen room, as if he wanted to share it with his master.

After they became familiar with each other, Chen Shu taught him how to read and write, and Miaokong changed his tune.

Chen Shu was a little curious, but did not follow him.

But the little novice's voice still came through several walls.

"Master, I understand, I understand!"

"Oh? What did you realize?"

“A woman’s heart cannot be stolen.”

"To occupy."

Chen Shu couldn't guess the expression of the heart-stealing monk, but it was probably very exciting.

He has some too.

There are too many miscellaneous books in this temple gate.

…

Time flies.

There is no time in the Buddhist Kingdom. Turning around and looking back, more than five months have passed.

Chen Shu, wearing a gray monk's robe that didn't fit particularly well, sat quietly on the edge of the vegetable garden. The mountain breeze blew by again, and the leaves swayed, making a rustling sound. Light passed through the thick leaves of the vegetable garden and fell on him, warm and soft.

In his newly opened land, the branches are growing, the buds are green, and full of vitality. In a few months, there may be a good harvest. Chen Shu slowly closed his eyes and breathed deeply into the fresh air. , feel the breath of nature.

There was no disturbance in his heart, and his thoughts flowed quietly, like a clear stream flowing slowly.

He felt the pulse of the earth, listened to the chirping of birds, and sensed the subtle connections and harmony among all things.

In the tranquility of this countryside, Chen Shu seemed to have forgotten the hustle and bustle of the world and let go of everything.

He forgot about the college exams, where he came from, where he was going, who he was, and how big the universe was.

In a trance, he seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and his soul is blended with nature. Sitting here, the person is no different from the rocks, the grass and trees, and the scenery.

At a certain moment, time seemed to stand still.

There was a small sound in my ears, ringing quietly.

But it was like thunder.

"The time has come..."

In the Zen room, the heart-stealing monk looked at the sky. The cloudless Kingdom of Shard God suddenly became covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and strange beasts roared and flew in fear.

"Spirit God Heavenly Tribulation?" (End of Chapter)