Yang Ning suddenly became angry. Zhenming was stunned for a moment before saying, "Junior Brother Ning, they are senior brothers. Since it is said that eating less food can cultivate the mind, it naturally makes sense. Why do you get angry?"
"I said little monk, are you stupid?" Yang Ning said angrily: "He is obviously bullying your little one. Do you really think what they said is a bullshit?"
"Amitabha." Zhenming hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Junior Brother Ning should not speak lies."
He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his behavior seemed to be mature. However, Yang Ning was called his junior brother by this little monk. He always felt a little awkward and asked, "By the way, what are our peaks?"
"The peak of Tianbao Mountain." Zhenming answered everything: "The three peaks of Zijin Mountain, the northern peak, the small Maofeng and the Tianbao Mountain are like a pen holder...!"
Yang Ning raised his hand and stopped and said, "No need to explain in detail. I ask you, are there only two of us left in this yard?"
"The master is not here, and there are only two of us left." Zhen Ming said.
"What do you mean by the morning clock?" Yang Ning raised his hand and pointed out, "What you said is the big bell on the edge of the cliff?"
Zhenming was really helpless with the new junior brother. He spoke without any hesitation and could only persuade: "Junior Brother Ning, you must be careful when speaking in the temple. It's fine if you only have you and the little monk here, but if you are heard by other people in the temple, you will definitely be sent to Uncle Jingneng."
"Uncle Jingneng?"
Zhenming said: "Uncle Jingneng is the head of the precepts of the precepts of Daguangming Temple. No matter who violates the precepts in the temple, he will be punished by the precepts."
Yang Ning said: "If we talk here, no one will hear it. Don't go too far. What does the morning clock mean?"
"Oh, there is a huge bell on the three peaks of Zijin Mountain. Here is the morning bell. Every day, the morning bell needs to ring. When the morning bell is heard in the temple, they will get up to do morning class." Zhenming explained: "The bell of Xiaomaofeng sounds, and then they will do afternoon class. When the bell of the North High Peak sounds, it will be evening class. At the hour of Hai, three bells will ring together, and then they will turn off the lights and go to bed."
"In this way, you will ring the first bell every morning, and then ring the last bell at night, and then eat so little?" Yang Ning said dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that your master is one of the Thirteen Monks of Light? Your status in this temple should be quite low, right?"
Zhenming hurriedly said: "Everyone in the temple respects the master."
"Then I'm wondering, why can't such a monk have a better place?" Yang Ning said: "Why did you choose here? I see that you are very thin. Of course, you can't ring the giant bell outside. It must be that your master gets up early and rings the bell in the dark every day. He is willing to do this?"
Zhenming shook his head and said, "Since the young monk was eight years old, he could ring the bell alone. It was the young monk who went to ring it twice in the morning and evening."
Yang Ning was stunned and couldn't help but look at Zhenming carefully. The little monk was handsome and thin, so it was hard to believe that such a weak little monk could ring the giant bell.
But this little monk looks quite honest and doesn't look like bragging.
"That's good." Yang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm just worried about staying here. Your master is not here, so I'll let me ring the bell every day."
Shin Mingqi said: "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I don't want to." Yang Ning said: "Yes, so, have you never left Da Guangming Temple for a day since you were eight years old? What if you are gone?"
Zhenming said: "Young monk just stay here and don't have to go anywhere else."
Yang Ning thought to himself that this little monk was kind, but he had been staying here for so many years and was not afraid of getting sick. If he were himself, it would never happen.
"Junior Brother Ning, Master told me before leaving that when you wake up, you can teach you the Qing Sutra. How do you feel now?" Zhenming said seriously: "If you can, the little monk will teach you the Qing Sutra's mantra starting today."
"Clean scripture?" Yang Ning said in confusion: "What is that? Is it a Buddhist scripture?"
Zhenming nodded and said, "When the little monk was six years old, his master taught the little monk the scriptures, which was the first Buddhist scripture that the little monk knew."
Yang Ning frowned and said, "I don't plan to be a monk, so there is no need to learn this Buddhist scripture."
"Junior Brother Ning, that's not true. Since the master has given me instructions, I must do it according to the master's instructions." Zhenming said seriously: "Seeing that you can eat and walk, you have met the requirements of the master. It's the morning class time soon..." Before he finished speaking, Yang Ning heard a low bell sound coming.
The bell sounds low and echoes among the quiet mountains. Although I am on the peak of Tianbao Mountain, I can still hear it very clearly.
Eight consecutive bells rang, and Zhenming immediately got up, turned around and walked out the door, saying, "Junior Brother Ning, the lunch hour is here, let's go...!" He looked back and saw that Yang Ning was not moving, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why don't Junior Brother Ning get up?"
Yang Ning raised his hand and said, "You go and do lunch classes first. I am not a monk, so there is no need to make those." He pointed to the meal on the table and said, "Since you don't eat it, I just happened to get rid of them all. Little monk, don't worry about me."
When did Zhenming come over and look at Yang Ning and said, "Junior Brother Ning, you must not eat during lunch class. Don't you know the rules of this temple? Well, you just went up the mountain and really don't know that it was the little monk who was wrong. But the little monk will slowly teach you the rules of the temple, so you don't have to worry." Seeing that Yang Ning ignored him, he reached out to grab the chopsticks, and he stretched his arm, grabbed Yang Ning's wrist and said seriously: "Junior Brother Ning, the little monk has already said the rules of the temple. Why do you still have to knowingly violate it?"
Yang Ning frowned and said, "Senior Brother Zhenming, are you here every day and don't even understand what I say?" He raised his other hand and pointed at his mouth, "Look at my mouth, I don't want to learn it. I am not a monk from Da Guangming Temple, so I don't have to follow your temple rules."
Zhenming shook his head and said, "As long as you go up the mountain and enter the temple, you must abide by the temple rules. This is what Master Jingneng told us in person. As long as you violate any temple rules, you will be sent to the precepts and punished. When the master left, he said, "You have just gone up the mountain and don't understand many rules. You don't have to be too harsh on you, nor do you have to send you to the precepts and halls, but... but you must learn the Pure Land Sutra."
"Don't talk nonsense." A little monk set rules for himself. Of course, Yang Ning didn't care, and was even a little bored. He raised his hand and shook the hand that was holding his wrist. "Little monk, no one in the Great Guangming Temple can control me. You little guy, you should set rules for me here? Go and go..." He went to get the chopsticks again, but before he touched the chopsticks, he was grabbed by Zhenming again.
Yang Ning's face darkened and he said angrily: "Little monk, what are you going to do? I can tell you that I have a bad temper. Don't be too young, I'm still not polite."
"You have to go for lunch." Zhenming stared at Yang Ning's eyes and did not give in. "Otherwise the little monk can only pull you out."
"Oh, I'm not a little angry." Yang Ning smiled and said, "What do you mean is that you want to fight me?"
He just felt that this little monk really didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick.
Although Yang Ning would not underestimate this little monk much, the little monk was only over ten years old and was still thin. He was at least an elite trained after special training. Even if three or five big men approached him, he would not be able to take advantage. Not to mention a little monk.
Zhenming stopped talking and tried to pull Yang Ning up with force. Yang Ning shook his hand, but this time he failed to shake Zhenming's hand away. The little monk tried harder instead. Although he was young, his power was not weak. Yang Ning felt that his wrist was tightly wrapped around and turned his face, "Little monk, don't mess with me anymore. I'm really going to turn against you. I'll call you three times, will you let it go?"
"Junior Brother Ning, are you doing lunch classes?" asked the little monk Zhenming, "If you refuse to do lunch classes, the little monk can only punish you according to the master's instructions."
When Yang Ning heard this, he burst into laughter, "Is it a small punishment? You are not wrong to me, little monk, are you? Hahaha... Come on, let me see how you punish me." He blinked twice and said slutty: "I like others punishing me, I can't wait, come on..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt his arms tightening, and then he felt his whole body flying lightly. Before he could react, he had already flew out of the door with a "bang" and fell heavily on the ground outside the door.
This suddenly happened, Yang Ning was not mentally prepared at all. After landing, he felt a pain in his whole body. He was shocked and looked up. He saw Zhenming standing in front of the door, folding his hands together, and saying apologetically: "Junior Brother Ning, the little monk has taken the action more heavily, are you okay?"
Yang Ning got up, and he was suddenly thrown out. He didn't even understand how the little monk threw him out. He even doubted how this little monk could have such ability?
He sneered, looked around for a while, and said coldly: "Who is this master here, why not show up?"
He really didn't believe that such a young monk had the ability to throw him out of the door, and he just felt that someone must have made trouble in the secret, but there was no response.
"Junior Brother Ning, no one else." Zhenming said sincerely: "Within three hundred steps, as long as anyone approaches, the little monk should be able to discover it."
Yang Ning opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
Zhenming took two steps forward, arrived in front of Yang Ning, and said, "Junior Brother Ning, can you start the lunch class? You can't delay too long."
Yang Ning's eyes rolled and nodded, "Since that's the case, I'll learn from you."
Zhenming smiled: "Junior Brother Ning, don't worry, the little monk will teach you well as the master's instructions." Walking outside the yard, only two steps, Yang Ning followed behind like a wolf, with one hand on Zhenming's shoulder, and sneered: "Little monk, do you dare to attack me? You are really looking for death." He swept his feet, just wanting to make Zhenming fall into a dog and eat mud, Yixue's shame just now.
Before he could sweep his feet, he saw Zhenming rising up, jumping high, his movements were as light as a cloud, and he turned back, and he had already turned behind Yang Ning, taking one of his arms behind. Then Yang Ning felt his waist and eyes numb, as if he had been pushed by his knees, his legs became weak, and he had already collapsed on the ground.
The little monk Zhenming clasped his hands together and said, "Junior Brother Ning, you... your martial arts seem to be very poor, and you are not a match for the little monk."
Yang Ning almost vomited an old blood.
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Chapter completed!