Seeing Jueming walking away, Guo Mo came back to his senses and walked into the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion as usual.
At the entrance on the first floor, there is also a gray-robed monk who is responsible for registering the daily borrowing of scriptures.
Guo Mo had been here for several days, and the gray-robed monk was quite familiar with him. Even without Juoming's guidance, Guo Mo successfully entered the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
Guo Mo walked back and forth twice as usual, passing by a corner and looking at several scriptures placed there.
Guo Mo picked them up and read them one by one, and finally there were two books left in his hand. He seemed to have been struggling for a long time, and then put down one of them, still looking reluctant to part with it.
"It's a pity that I can't copy that much in one day. It's better to borrow this book tomorrow." Guo Mo said to himself.
Selecting the scriptures took almost the same amount of time as before.
Go to the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion and ask the monk in gray to register.
The monk took it over, glanced at the name of the scripture, handed it back to Guo Mo, and wrote three words "Lengha Sutra" on the registration book.
Guo Mo didn't stop either and returned to his residence along the original route.
Still under the eaves of the corridor, on the stone table where he used to copy scriptures, Guo Mo took out the paper and pen he had prepared.
This "Langha Sutra" is different from the past. It is a relatively thick sutra, with four volumes in total and written in Sanskrit, with more than 60,000 words.
Time was limited, so Guo Mo did not dare to neglect and started copying scriptures.
My eyes are fixed on the scriptures and my hands are writing quickly. I have become accustomed to this rhythm in the past few days.
"Sure enough, in the gaps between the Lankavatara Sutra, there are densely written small characters." Guo Mo said in his heart.
On the surface, he was as usual, staring at the scriptures and writing non-stop.
What outsiders don't know is that at this time, Guo Mo has already used the method of "single mindedness and dual functions", silently reciting the small words in the gaps in his heart.
"If he is strong, he will be strong, and the gentle breeze will blow on the hills; if he is allowed to be horizontal, he will be horizontal, and the bright moon will shine on the river."
"The virtual and the real must be clearly distinguished. One place has a virtual and a real, and everywhere there is always the same virtual and real. The Qi must be vigorous, and the spirit should be restrained. There should be no defects, no bumps and convexities, and no discontinuities."
"He doesn't move, I don't move, he moves slightly, I have already moved. The strength seems to be wide but not loose, the will is not developed, the strength is broken and the intention is continuous."
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"Calling for the Nine Suns and embracing the Yuan, this book can be called the 'Nine Suns True Sutra'".
His mental strength was as strong as Guo Mo's now, plus he had lunch and made excuses to go to the toilet three times in order to seize the time to rest and adjust.
It wasn't until the sun went down and Jueming had brought dinner that Guo Mo's "Nine Suns Sutra" could be memorized silently.
However, the "Langha Sutra" still has several thousand words and has not been completely copied.
"Amitabha, Donor Guo was really diligent and actually copied the Lankavatara Sutra."
"This sutra is said to have been written by Patriarch Bodhidharma himself and written in Sanskrit, but the young monk has never read it."
Guo Mo also stopped writing, "Master Jueming is here. Sanskrit is indeed difficult to understand, and even a young student can only read a few words."
"Fortunately, it's just copying. It would be much more difficult to study." Guo Mo laughed at himself.
"Donor Guo is not in a hurry. Come, let's eat first."
"After the meal, the young monk lit a few more candles for the donor and asked the donor to finish the copy tonight without delaying the repayment tomorrow."
Having been here for five or six days, Guo Mo and Jue Ming were already familiar with each other. Huang Rong was not here, so Guo Mo simply invited Jue Ming to have dinner with him.
Jueming really believed in people. After dinner, he ordered people to light four large candles in the living room where Guo Mo lived, making it shine like daylight.
"Donor Guo, please excuse me. The young monk went to do the evening class first. After an hour, he will come back to pick up the scriptures copied by the benefactor."
Guo Mo copied the subsequent "Lengha Sutra" without any distractions. Before the second watch, Guo Mo finally finished copying.
Before enlightenment arrived, Guo Mo picked up the Lankavatara Sutra again and pretended to recite it, but in fact he read the small words in the gaps from beginning to end.
I wrote down everything in my mind and verified it one by one, and it was completely correct, and then I gave up.
At this time, Jueming happened to come over and asked, "Amitabha, has Donor Guo finished copying it?"
"Little Master Jueming, you came just in time. The young man has just finished copying. Could you please little Master, please take the scriptures away with you."
"I'm really tired today. Let's remove these candles as well so that I can rest early. I'll borrow scriptures early tomorrow morning so that I can complete my mother's instructions as soon as possible."
Jueming took the "Lengjia Sutra" and copied the thick scripture with Guo Mo's hand, and nodded.
"Then the young monk will not disturb the donor's rest," he waved and called another young monk. The two of them packed up the candles in the room, closed the door, and went out.
Guo Mo was the only one left in the room, and he was very excited at the moment - he had obtained the "Nine Yang Manual" - but on the surface he remained calm.
Go into the bedroom, turn off the lights and go to bed.
Guo Mo was reciting the contents of the "Nine Yang Manual" over and over again in his mind.
It is truly a magical skill. Before practicing it, Guo Mo felt its extraordinary qualities.
Guo Mo is a person who has achieved great success in practicing the "Quan Zhen Xin Dharma" and has also seen the "Seven Styles of the Desert" created by the master "Flying Bat" Ke Zhen'e.
Compared with the "Nine Yang Manual" that I got today, there is no way to tell the difference.
There was nothing to say all night, and it was dawn the next day.
It was Jueming who brought breakfast again, for two people. They finished it together and went to the Sutra Pavilion.
Guo Mo was very quick today and found the scripture he had put down yesterday. "The fate didn't come yesterday, so it's time to borrow it from you today." He murmured to himself.
The seventh day...
The eighth day......
The ninth day......
The sun turned to the west again, and Guo Mo closed the "Great Light Sutra" in his hand.
"Amitabha" Jueming's voice singing the name of the Buddha rang in my ears.
"Donor Guo, nine days have passed, and the benefactor has also copied nine Buddhist scriptures and offered them to me before the Buddha. His merits are immeasurable."
Guo Mo also seemed to let out a sigh of relief, "These days, I have disturbed your temple a lot, especially young master Jueming." He clasped his hands together and gave a deep salute to Jueming.
"This last copy of the 'Great Light Sutra' was copied by Xiaosheng, and I also asked little master Jueming to do it."
After saying that, Guo Mo reached into his arms and took out two gold ingots weighing ten ounces and placed them in front of Jueming.
"This is a little bit of Xiaosheng's wishes. Please ask Master Jueming to take care of it for you."
Seeing Guo Mo's appearance of leaving, Jueming said: "Amitabha, the benefactor has spent money. You might as well stay one more night. It won't be too late to go down the mountain at dawn tomorrow."
"'Goodbye, my guest, my host.' You have come when it is time to come, and you will go when it is time to go."
"Besides, it's still early in the day, so my book boy in Dengfeng City should be waiting impatiently." Guo Mo clasped his hands together again.
"Xiao Sheng took this monk's robe with him as a souvenir of this trip."
After that, Guo Mo stepped forward and walked away.
Jueming stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at Guo Mo's retreating figure, "This man is very human."
What Jueming didn't know was that his master, the first Zen Master Wuwu of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who had appeared on the first day, was also standing somewhere in the Shaolin Temple, watching Guo Mo's leaving figure, and couldn't let go for a long time.
"What exactly did this son, Shaolin and his entourage do?"
"I secretly observed for ten days and found nothing..."