Minghui thought for a while, looked at Li Ye and said softly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Li Ye was startled, and quickly saluted Ming Hui with his hands clasped together, and respectfully replied: "Senior brother, please be merciful, and junior brother can be taught."

Minghui waved her hand and said, "You go back to the house, I want to finish today's homework."

After saying that, he stood up and lit a stick of incense, picked up the Buddhist beads on the table, held the flowers in his left hand, and began to chant the scriptures in a low voice.

Li Ye bowed again, stood up, pushed the door open and left.

...

In the days that followed, a group of monks in the temple noticed that the little uncle, who was rarely seen on weekdays, seemed to be free.

After sweeping the square every day, I would sit on the stone bench outside the main hall and stare at the pilgrims going up and down the mountain in a daze.

Several elders of the Scripture Depository Pavilion also felt strange that Li Ye, who usually borrowed scriptures to copy, actually came to the Scripture Depository Pavilion for one to two hours every day to copy the scriptures without taking them away.

, after copying, put it next to the scripture stand.

The monks in the temple informed Minghui of Li Ye's actions one after another. Minghui smiled and said, "Don't disturb him. This is junior brother's own practice."

After his husband left, under Ming Hui's guidance, Li Ye began practicing in Prajna Temple for nearly three years to cultivate his mind. In the words of Kan, "Sweeping the floor can reveal your mind, and copying scriptures can reveal your nature."

This is the true meaning of his coming to Prajna Temple to practice.

In the following days, I was either at Prajna Temple or on the way to Xuantian Temple.

The thin figure ran on the mountain trails of Fangcun Mountain like a whirlwind.

This was the quietest three years that Li Ye spent on Fangcun Mountain.
Chapter completed!