Before the morning bell in the temple rang, Li Ye got up and washed up, took off his monk's clothes and shoes, and walked out of the yard barefoot.

When he arrived at the dining hall, the senior brother who was cooking had not yet gotten up. Li Ye picked up the big bucket beside the door and ran hard to the back mountain.

Because I used to carry water for the first time yesterday, I used my strength a little harder, and my shoulders were so invulnerable that I had worn out some flesh. I could see the blood sticking to the iron armor. Li Ye changed his shoulders and continued to fetch water in the stream.

Using the power of the physical body of the Wuxian Dharma Body and carrying a weight of 200 kilograms is still a bit difficult for his current situation.

Carrying three buckets of water at a time will allow you to fill the water tank in just three hours at a time, saving more than half an hour.

Li Ye, barefoot, ran between the back mountain and the dining hall under the starlight in the sky. When the bell in the temple rang, it was almost filled with a large water tank.

After the morning class, the senior brothers lined up outside the dining hall, looking at Li Ye running back and forth with two buckets of water and one bucket of water.

Someone was laughing: "This new junior brother had been running for a long time yesterday. Why are he still running today? Didn't anyone tell him the water well behind the dining hall?"

The monk who was playing the board in the dining hall looked at the monks and said, "Is your practice in vain? Is it in vain for food and sleep? Is your practice in vain? I line up and wait for the board." I was neither sad nor happy as I spoke.

The monks in line said in unison: "But listen to the teachings of my senior brother."

The monk who was beating the board nodded and continued, "Who else likes to talk? Let's go to the back mountain to carry the water afterwards with his senior brother."

For a moment, the monks were silent.

Li Ye, who was running, knew that the little novice monk would ask the monk to leave food for him, so he no longer rushed to the meal in the vegetarian hall.

What he needs to pay attention to now is the road under his feet. Although it has not rained, the mountain road is rugged and he will fall if he is not careful.

Although the three buckets of water are more difficult than two buckets of water, after yesterday's training, he felt that the strength of his body had increased slightly, and he could withstand the test of returning to the three buckets of water.

He didn't stop, but when he was thirsty, he would drink two sips with the stream water in the bucket.

As yesterday, the old and young monks who came to the vegetarian hall to use the vegetarian food saw a bald monk wearing black armor carrying two buckets of water, carrying a bucket of water in his hand, filling the water tank outside the vegetarian hall while running.

The old monk in the dining hall looked at Li Ye's running back and murmured: The next day.

Almost exhausted his strength, Li Ye spent three hours today to fill the five large water tanks in the zhaitang.

Today he felt no pleasure than yesterday, thinking that he had to continue to temper his body.

Drag a chair out of the dining hall and put it under the eaves. Sitting on it, taking out a towel to wipe your sweat while restoring your strength.

Shaoqing pushed open the door of the fasting hall as yesterday and opened the steamer on the pot. He saw a bowl of white porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. He smiled and said, "It's not bad."

After breakfast, wash dishes and pots, and continue yesterday's practice.

With yesterday's experience, he first looked at the chopping firewood in the firewood shed, placed the dried chopping firewood in a pile, half-dry and half-wet chopping firewood in a pile, rested for a while, picked up the axe in the firewood shed, picked up a piece of it from the dried chopping firewood, and chopped it down with an axe.

With yesterday's experience, today we will chop dry wood and wet wood. This not only saves effort, but also saves time. It only takes one hour to chop all the chopped wood that will be burned tomorrow.

As soon as I looked up, at noon, the monks in the temple had already used up their lunch vegetarian food and returned to the meditation room to rest.

Li Ye took out a towel, fetched water in the well in the yard to wash his face, and wiped away the sweat stains on his body. He said softly: "It's not bad, I finally saved an hour.

Push the back door of Tianzhaitang, and opened the steamer from the pot, which contained a bowl of vegetables and a bowl of dry rice. The difference is that there was an extra bowl of sweet potato soup today.

I recited the scriptures in my mouth and thanked the senior brother in the dining hall to leave the rice for myself. I sat at the table with the rice and chewed it slowly and savored it carefully.

Eat, wash dishes, wash pots, cover the gate of the vegetarian hall, and recite scriptures all the way back to the small courtyard where I live.

I went back to the house and slept. When I woke up, I put on monk's clothes and shoes, and walked out of the Sutra Collection Pavilion in the courtyard.

It took half an hour to clean the fallen leaves in the inner courtyard. When Li Ye was carrying him to the outer courtyard to continue cleaning, the old monk came out of the Sutra Pavilion. Li Ye stopped and looked at the old monk and said, "Don't you rest at noon?"

The old monk came over and touched his head and said, "I've suffered a lot in the past two days."

"The disciple is thick and can stand it. He still has to continue practicing."

The old monk nodded and walked out of the yard.

At this moment, a gust of autumn wind blew, and countless fallen leaves fell from the trees. The old monk looked up at the old tree on the wall of the courtyard, bent down, slowly picked up the leaves on the ground one by one and put them in his pocket.

When Li Ye saw this, he quickly said, "Master, don't pick it up. I will sweep it back a while. Yesterday, just after sweeping the gust of wind, it was falling leaves on the ground. It was so annoying."

The old monk smiled faintly and said, "You can't say that. Will the ground be clean just after you swept it? I will pick up one more fallen leaf and it will make the ground cleaner."

Li Ye touched his head and thought for a while and said, "Master, there are fallen leaves everywhere in the temple. You pick them up in front and fall behind. How can you pick them up?"

The old monk continued to pick up two fallen leaves, looked up at Li Ye and said, "The leaves not only fall on the ground, but also fall on our hearts. I am not picking up fallen leaves on the ground, but on my heart."

Li Ye was stunned and blurted out: "Is the fallen leaves on the ground the same as the fallen leaves in our hearts?"

The old monk turned around and looked at him, and smiled and said, "Is it different?"

Li Ye stood in the wind and did not wake up until the old monk left with his hands behind his back. He looked at the old monk who walked out of the yard and said, "Thank you for your teachings from Master, Amitabha."

The old monk was walking in the autumn wind, and a voice came back: "If you don't sweep a courtyard, how can you sweep a temple? If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world?"

Li Yewen said softly: "...How can you wipe out the world if you don't sweep a house?"

At this time, the old monk had already walked out of the outer courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion and smiled while walking.

He murmured in his heart: "With such high wisdom, one can realize the Dharma at once, one can be calm about the suffering state, and not be moved by the happiness state. It is a pity not to enter the Buddhist sect."

Thinking of the Buddha's words that the old monk said, Li Ye was much calmer than yesterday. He was chanting the six-character mantra, and the broom in his hand gently swept the fallen leaves on the ground...

Just like yesterday, I spent two hours cleaning the inner and outer yards twice. When I returned to my room, I swept the small yard as soon as I could, and then lit the fire and cooked a pot of mushroom soup to comfort me.

When practicing in the temple, there is no dinner in the dining hall, so I feel so hungry that I think of my own way.

I touched my stomach and thought that when I entered the city, I had to buy some rice and oil in the house. Although I practiced hard, my stomach still had to be filled.

......

I smelled the fragrance of mushrooms in the pot and thought that my arrangements were really good today. Although I worked hard, I had an extra hour and a half. When I practiced for another month, I would have time to read some scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

I also thought that if I followed my husband to Fangcun Mountain in Xixuan Domain next year to practice, if this is the case, I would not even need my husband to accompany me, and I could practice quietly for five years or even longer by myself.

According to the old monk, if you can practice "The Dharma Body of the Unformed Faith" to perfection, you may be able to break the realm and distract the spirit through your practice. Even if you cannot use the skills of the Nascent Soul realm for ten years, these ten years may not be a kind of practice.

......

Just when the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows in the Sutra Library thought about the subtle transformation of Li Ye's sweeping the floor in the inner and outer courtyards over the past two days, and he also liked it very much.

When he visited the statue of the Buddha on the Buddha's altar, the old monk with long beard and white eyebrows looked for a piece of light yellow rice paper, grind a cup of light ink, and picked up a pen and wrote on it:

The Buddha taught to the monks: "There are five kinds of special merits for sweeping the floor. One is to purify one's own mind; the other is to purify others' hearts; the third is to be happy and praised by the heavens; the fourth is to plant good causes for the correct and solemn appearance of the world; the fifth is to be reborn in heaven at the end of life."

After writing, I put my pen on the research platform, took some slurry and water from the scriptures to apply it on the back of the rice paper. Then I lifted my feet out and went down to the eaves of the first floor to place the broom. I gently laid the light yellow rice paper on the pillars. Tomorrow, Li Ye came to sweep the floor and could see it with his eyes raised.

He turned to the stairs and said softly: "The Buddha hopes that all sentient beings who are willing to cultivate blessings can plant pure good deeds in the field of extraordinary blessings. I hope that you can also obtain your own blessings in all kinds of suffering practices and plant your good deeds in the next life."

He chanted the Buddha's name and gently covered the door.

......

The evening drums in the bell tower in the temple were ringing, and it was already sunset, and the monks began to practice evening classes.

At this time, the sound of chanting scriptures spread around the temple.

As the Buddhist scriptures sounded, the environment around the Great Buddha Temple suddenly changed strangely, and the entire temple was silent, and the front and back halls were all peaceful.

All things in the world seemed to return to the original state of the world with the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, and only a trace of autumn wind roared outside the house.

Li Ye put a bowl of mushroom soup from the pot and placed it on the table. He took out the Lotus Sutra to the seventh chapter of the Huacheng Metaphor I read yesterday, and recited gently:

Such lands

Point or not

All over and over again

One dust is a disaster

I say to you to practice your Buddhism, and I practice my Buddhism.

The appearance of the self-image, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the longevity of the world, all appearances in the world are self-images and do not leave the appearance of self. All dharmas are dependent origination, and consciousness is also dependent origination.

At this moment, the monks in the Great Buddha Temple were chanting the sutras during evening classes.

At this moment, Li Ye was in the cottage of the courtyard and realized his own Buddhism from the Lotus Sutra.

He wanted to see the Saha world clearly, and through the practice and study of the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Lotus Sutra, he would constantly understand, perceive all the magical causes and conditions, and find the journey he wanted to take.

If you have no affection, you will not rise to the Saha world. So is the young lady on Phoenix Mountain her own Saha world?

Will Dongfang Yuer, who has long forgotten from his mind, be his own Saha world?

What about Mu Mu brought back from Tianshan Mountain? What about Xiaobai? What about his parents and sister?

Many delusions arose, which scared Li Ye. He picked up the mushroom soup on the table and took a sip, patted his chest and said, "Don't think about it, don't remember lies. Walk between the Buddha and the demon in one thought."

Three thousand Taoist sects, forty-eight thousand Dharma doors.

It takes him to spend more time and energy to practice hard.
Chapter completed!