Wang Xian covered his bleeding nose, rubbed his aching ribs and back, and looked at Xinyan speechlessly. Xinyan wanted to teach him a lesson, and said: "But junior brother, fighting is absolutely not allowed in Buddhism.
If you allow it, regardless of whether you have reason or not, it is a violation of the precepts."
Wang Xian had no choice but to show the wooden sign that read 'Speechless.
Xinyan looked at those two words, and a smile appeared on his rigid face, "Forget it, since it's your first time here, I won't punish you this time, but I won't do it next time. It's dinner time, go and eat.
"
Wang Xian nodded, limping and followed Xin Yan to the dining hall. By this time, the monks had already arrived, and they all looked at Wang Xian who was holding his nose. Wang Xian had never been in such a miserable state in the past few years. He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl under.
Go in.
However, when they saw Xin Yan who came in with him, the monks immediately became honest and put on the wood with their noses and noses in mind.
Xinyan snorted coldly and walked to his seat to sit down. Wang Xian looked around and saw Xinci greeting him, so he hurriedly walked to his side and did a good job. The monks began to recite scriptures, and Wang Xian didn't know.
What were they chanting? Fortunately, he was practicing silent chanting, so he didn't have to pretend to hum along. He just stared at the food on the table and swallowed secretly.
After finally reciting the sutra, the monks started to eat. Wang Xian quickly grabbed the chopsticks and started to watch the storm. He felt sad for a while and thought to himself, such a big man can only live a good life, why bother to suffer this crime?
Woolen cloth?
Monks cannot waste a grain of rice, so there was just enough food on the table to eat. Halfway through, Wang Xian put down his chopsticks and quietly put two buns in his sleeves. Although Xinci saw it
, but only regarded him as a noble person, ate less and more meals, and wanted to save it for midnight snack, so he smiled and said nothing.
After dinner, the monks had to do evening classes. The advantage of Wang Xian practicing closed-mouth meditation was that he didn't have to chant sutras, so he just went back to his room and stayed there. He walked around in the yard for a while and saw the monks gathered in the front hall.
When the sound of chanting rang out, he raised his legs and walked towards the Discipline Hall.
The door of the Discipline Hall was ajar. Wang Xian gently opened the door. Through the dim light, he saw Ye Xian who was gagged and tied to a pillar. He walked over and stood opposite Ye Xian with a bruised nose and swollen face.
He could not speak or move, but his eyes stared at him hatefully. To use the old line, if eyes could kill, he would have been killed a hundred times.
,
Wang Xian sighed, took out a pile of papyrus and a writing brush from his arms, soaked the tip of the pen with his saliva, wrote a few words on the paper, and sent it to Ye Xian. A descendant of a Mongolian noble like Ye Xian, he has been studying since childhood.
Chinese, at least literate.
After reading the words on the paper, I felt as if I had been given a restraining spell. I was no longer so manic, but my eyes were straight. After a while, my eye circles were red and tears were dripping down.
The words Wang Xian wrote were, 'If I didn't bring you back, where would you be today?'
The answer is also very simple. Either he was killed by Arutai like his grandfather, or he was captured by Arutai like his father and became a slave that Arutai and his son would abuse at will... In May, when Wang Xian went to Hetao,
Then I learned that the Oara Tribe was wiped out by the Tatar Tribe, that the Great Khan Tariba and the Grand Master Mahamu were killed in battle, and that Tuohuan's whereabouts were unknown. Later, before leaving the grassland, he learned that Tuohuan had been captured. According to the Mongolians
According to the rules, the whole family became slaves of the Tatars.
Now a few months have passed, and this news has already reached the capital. Now it seems that he has heard about it first. This is probably the reason for his drastic change in temperament... But the injustice has its owner, and the debt has its owner, and Wang Xian does not want to replace him.
Arutai is the creditor.
Seeing a word that woke up the dreamer, Wang Xian wrote a few more words and sent them to Ye Xian: Are you hungry?
He sniffed first and nodded.
‘I’ll give you a break and don’t shout.’ Wang Xian wrote.
He nodded again first.
Wang Xian pulled out the cloth from his gag, but accidentally bit him first. Wang Xian slapped his bald head hard and wrote: You are a mad dog.
"You liar, you are not the prince of the Ming Dynasty at all," Ye Xian said in a low voice. Mongolians have clear grievances. Although the debt for the ruin of the family cannot be attributed to Wang Xian, this guy defrauded his father and grandfather in the first place.
The same applies.
You can only count on me now, do you really want to treat me as your enemy?" Wang Xian filled a piece of paper, then changed another and continued writing.
Ye's eyes lit up first and he said eagerly: "Can you help me take revenge?"
You think too much... After Wang Xian finished writing, he stuffed a steamed bun into Ye Xian's mouth, and Ye Xian took a big bite. The result was that the bite was so big that he choked and rolled his eyes. Wang Xian had to continue writing:
Eat it one bite at a time,
This statement is actually quite meaningless. To Wang Xian, it is just nonsense. But in the eyes of a person like Ye Xian who is about to drown, it is like grabbing a life-saving straw... He thinks this is a promise given by Wang Xian.
When the time is right in the future, he will avenge himself. Busy nodded vigorously, and the look in Wang Xian's eyes changed...
As soon as Wang Xian looked at his little eyes, he realized that what he wrote was ambiguous, but he didn't bother to remind him that there were mistakes anyway. It would be nice if he could make this kid obedient first. As for the future, he would just let the tiger go back to the mountain.
He would not do such stupid things.
After Ye devoured two steamed buns first, he gained some strength and said to Wang Xian, "I have repaid a favor with a grudge. I am not a human being. You can punish me as you wish. You can treat me like a cow or a horse."
"No need, anyone who engages in such a thing will lose his mind." Wang Xian sighed and wrote. This was because he had some magical effects. He beat himself until his nose spurted blood, so he didn't care about it.
He also showed an moved expression at first, and after a while he seemed to remember something and asked, "Why are you mute?"
Wang Xian rolled his eyes and showed him his little wooden sign.
Ye Xian has been practicing in the temple for so long, so he naturally knows what this wooden sign means, and he showed a sympathetic expression and said: "The old monk is such a bastard, and he is deliberately trying to hurt you."
Wang Xian nodded in deep agreement.
"You're not really that obedient, are you?" Ye Xian asked in a low voice.
'As long as you say a word, I have to leave.' Wang Xian wrote helplessly: Everyone in this temple is staring at me.
"You can tell me, I swear I won't betray you." He quickly expressed his stance.
'What I want is your words.' Wang Xianxin said, and then wrote: 'People have many eyes and mixed views, so it is better to be careful.'
He also nodded first to show understanding.
'I'm going to beg you and let you go back early.' After Wang Xian finished writing, he thought about it and added a few more words. By the way, I am your master. After writing this sentence, put the pen and paper to
After holding it in his arms, Chao Ye bared his teeth and smiled, then blocked his mouth again and left the Discipline Hall.
The reason why Wang Xian left in such a hurry was because he didn't know how long the evening classes would last for the monks, so he was worried about being caught. But in fact, he was overly worried. It was not until the Xu Zheng time that the monks finished their evening classes and came out of the hall.
Xinyan left the main hall and walked to the Discipline Hall where he lived. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a dark figure coming out of the corridor. Xinyan took a closer look and saw that it was Wang Xian, and asked, "Junior brother, is something wrong?"
Wang Xian nodded, pointed inside, and bowed to his heart with his hands together, as if he were begging.
Xinyan guessed: "Are you begging for mercy for Yi Nian?"
Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had called him this Buddhist name at first, and nodded hurriedly.
"Junior brother, don't be too troublesome..." Xin Yan frowned and said.
But Wang Xian held him tight, pointing to the north and then to himself, all making random gestures, and even he didn't know what they meant.
Xinyan could only guess: "You mean you brought him back from the grassland? You are also his master and you are responsible for him?"
Wang Xian nodded repeatedly, and then realized that there was an advantage in not speaking. The words the other party made up on his own would always be more profound in his heart than what he said himself. He was busy making gestures.
"This..." Xinyan couldn't understand what he meant by being crazy about chicken feet. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you want to discipline him yourself?"
Wang Xian wanted to kiss him, but he didn't expect that there was such a considerate heart hidden under this black face.
"Then...Okay." Xinyan also gave Ye Xian a headache. That boy was just a piece of meat. No matter how hard he was, he couldn't bow his head even if he was locked up and not allowed to eat. Every time he was let out, he would have to pay him back.
Anyway, when he saw a successor, he naturally wanted it. He thought about it and said, "I'll give this face to my junior brother, but I have my word first. If he commits another crime in the future, it will be your responsibility."
Wang Xian nodded vigorously and patted his chest in assurance. But in his heart, he secretly despised the monk's frivolous nature...
"Come in with me." Xinyan led Wang Xian into the room and said to the man tied to the pillar: "Your master repays evil with kindness and intercedes with you. If you promise to listen to him in the future, I can give him a favor this time."
Please remember this punishment."
He nodded hurriedly first, but now Wang Xian asked him to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of fire, and he didn't even blink an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
Throwing the potato out, he naturally pretended not to see it. He untied his rope and said, "Go ahead."
"Humph." He pulled out the rag from his mouth first, and was about to curse, but Wang Xian slapped him on the head, and his anger immediately disappeared. Wang Xian pointed his heart seriously again, and he understood first, and reluctantly moved his hands.
Put your hands together and salute your heart.
Xinyan looked at the two of them in surprise, and said to himself that it was indeed a tofu with brine, and one thing was reduced to another. He didn't want to care about the reason. As long as someone could discipline this kid who gave him a headache, he would be happy. He waved his hand.
He said: "Go back and reflect on it."
Wang Xian also saluted Xinyan with his hands together, and left the Discipline Hall with him first.
Looking at the backs of the two of them, Xinyan shook his head. He really couldn't understand what these two weird masters and disciples were thinking...