Chapter 427 Jinshan Temple
The morning sun breaks and the fog is misty.
Jinshan Temple in Qiantang wakes up to the sound of bells.
The monks began their daily morning classes.
Different from the various complicated rhymes of Taoism, the rhymes of Buddhism are very monotonous, with basically no big ups and downs, so that listening to them is like flies buzzing in the ears.
Without concentration, it is very easy to become dizzy.
But fortunately, everyone had just woken up at this time, and they were basically not sleepy. The morning and evening classes were not long, so it passed quickly after gritting one's teeth.
But there are exceptions to everything. Xuan Jing, the senior brother in charge of the morning class, raised his eyes and saw a bare head like a chicken pecking at rice.
He sighed in his heart, but with an extremely serious expression on his face, he put down the scripture and stood up and walked over there.
This scene attracted the attention of the monks, so that the originally neat voices became chaotic.
They all saw the guy who was about to fall asleep, and many monks gloated and laughed.
"Is this the third time this month? Senior Brother Xuanjing will definitely punish him!"
"We are all brothers from the same sect. Isn't this not good?"
"Not good? What's not good? He always makes fun of us with his sharp tongue. He deserves it."
"Shut up!"
Xuanjing's hearing was sharp and she noticed these noises instantly.
He was still very authoritative. After his words fell, no one dared to look around.
"Did you sleep well?"
Xuan Jing asked.
"Well…"
Amber took a hit and said in a daze: "It smells good."
"Then shall I send you to the guest room to sleep?"
Xuan Jing's face became darker and darker, she gritted her teeth and smiled.
"This...hehehe, I still don't want it anymore."
Amber had woken up and scratched her head in embarrassment.
"Surely determined! I thought you were a brave and enterprising young man, but now you have just officially become a monk, have you revealed your true colors?"
Xuan Jing said in a tone that said she hated iron but could not make steel: "Are you worthy of Master Chen's uncle!?"
"Ah this..."
Amber didn't inherit too many memories from the past. Her impression of what he said was only limited to a few distinctive blood-red relics in the stupa, and she had no other impressions at all.
So I could only bow my head and say nothing at this time.
"Oh, since you are still young, I won't forget it this time. Go sweep the floor for another month."
Seeing him like this, Xuan Jing thought he knew he was wrong, and her heart softened. After all, she was watching a child grow up, so she had some feelings.
"okay!"
Amber's eyes lit up, she stood up from the futon, and ran away without a trace.
this…
Xuan Jing had a dark streak and felt that she had been fooled.
the other side.
Amber came out of the main hall, went to the utility room where the sweeping tools were kept, and then walked slowly towards the mountain gate with a broom on her shoulder.
Generally speaking, all kinds of chores in larger jungle temples are done by novice monks and converted disciples. Regular ordained monks have to be busy with many things every day, but they don't have time to do these.
They need to learn various classics, not only to read them, but also to be able to recite them completely.
After all, when holding Dharma and Wisdom ceremonies, you can't hold the sutra book in your hand and recite it, right?
Especially after King Qin came to the throne, the Taoist sect became more and more prosperous, and the living space of the Buddhist sect was squeezed. Without some real ability, it is estimated that it would be a problem to support oneself.
As for self-sufficiency…
Anyway, Amber didn't see many monks farming. He basically rented out the fields under his name, or hired people to plant them, and then gave some to those people when the harvest came.
However, this is just a matter of food and clothing. If we want the temple to prosper, should the Buddha statue be gilded? Do you want to buy sandalwood for believers?
Should I buy gold, silver, ingots, paper money, and money for rebirth?
Of course, there are also those ascetics who really practice hard and insist on not touching money and only asking for alms. But after all, they are only a minority. The real majority either cannot survive outside, or they have committed crimes and found ways to hide in the mountains.
Most of the Jinshan Temple has the latter, but there is also the former, but unfortunately there is only one.
Well, that monk’s Buddhist name is Xuanzang.
Amber has never met him, but has heard many legends about him, such as being taken in by the previous generation abbot and becoming an official monk at the age of thirteen.
"Hey, Brother Zhending, haven't you already been ordained? Why are you still sweeping the floor with us?"
The little novice monk who was sweeping the steps of the mountain gate stopped immediately when he saw Amber walking slowly with a broom on his shoulder and asked.
"Who stipulates that you can't sweep the floor after you've been ordained?"
Amber looked at the seven or eight-year-old child in front of her with a smile in her eyes: "Sweep the floor, sweep the heart. We monks must always reflect on ourselves and sweep away the dust."
"Can't understand."
The novice monk replied blankly: "But it feels very powerful."
"Hahaha, you will know later, come on, come on, this piece belongs to me."
Amber unceremoniously occupied the top clean area.
"Senior Brother Zhending, you are so unreasonable. I have obviously brushed you off."
The little novice groaned angrily.
"Okay, okay, can I tell you a story later?"
Amber found a clean lawn to lie down on, "Hurry up and sweep it up, otherwise the prison guards will come and you won't be able to reap the benefits."
"you…"
The little novice monk stopped mid-sentence.
Amber didn't care, "What am I? Do you wonder why I can lie down? That's because my heart is clean and I don't need to clean it."
"Oh? How clean is it?"
A deep and deep voice sounded not far away. Amber's head shrank, revealing a mask of pain, and then immediately turned into a smile.
"Ha, senior fellow prisoner, I'll sweep it right away."
He climbed up numbly, and immediately saw a kind-hearted monk standing next to the fat prisoner.
Hmm... I haven't seen him before, but his eyes are very upright and bright. He is a practicing person.
"Stubborn!"
The prisoner cursed, and then said to the people around him: "Senior Brother Xuanzang, this kid has become more and more lazy since the death of his uncle Master Chen."
"Lazy?"
Xuanzang looked Amber up and down, "How can a person who can say that he always reflects on himself and sweeps away the dust in his heart be a lazy person?"
"Ha...haha, no prizes, no prizes, but actually I'm just lazy."
Amber laughed, not wanting to give this golden cicada reincarnation any face. There are thousands of ways in the world, why bother looking for this big light bulb?
What should I do if I get into trouble?
He is an ordinary person with a little bit of strength, but he is going to push him...
Is it hairy? No hair at all.
"Yes, Not Bad."
However, Xuanzang didn't care. He just felt that Amber was very suitable for him. "Zhending, I have a great cause to do. You have extraordinary bones and deep wisdom. You should join me."
"Ah?!"×2
The prison guard and Amber exclaimed at the same time.
"Little monk, I am too lazy to eat and haven't taken a bath yet. How can He De and Uncle Xuanzang go... go..."
Amber was really a little panicked this time.
"Hey, Zhending, this is your blessing!"
The prison guard also recovered from the shock, his face filled with joy, "I have made the decision, you go and clean up quickly."