Chapter Five Hundred and Nine: Eating Meat and Drinking Again
In Qingshan Temple, the sounds of chanting sutras and ringing bells are heard, coupled with the smell of incense billowing to the sky, giving Qingshan Temple an even more solemn feeling.
The little monk played in the forest for a while, and finally came to the lecture hall, but he focused on the cigarette again. Now he was squatting on the ground and chatting with the sweeping monk in front of the lecture hall. Anyway,
In any case, the young monk just didn't want to go in and listen to the abbot's sermon, because the young monk felt that the abbot's sermon was endless and had nothing useful.
"Why don't you go in? If you don't go in, the abbot will be angry again." The sweeping monk said to the young monk with a smile.
"Just be angry if you're angry. Anyway, I just don't want to go in. If I do, I'll get yelled at. It's better to wait for a while before going in." The young monk replied disapprovingly, then turned to look at the sweeping monk and asked with a smile: "Master
Uncle, do you know Master Xuanxie?"
After hearing this, the sweeping monk was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion on his face, and said softly: "Why do you talk about this person so politely?"
"I'm just curious. I've heard this name a lot recently. They all say that Uncle Xuanxie is coming back soon. Is it true?" The young monk turned to look at the sweeping monk and asked.
"Haha." The sweeping monk smiled after hearing this and said in a low voice: "It's almost time to come back. After all, the day when our Qingshan Temple will compete with Qi Qingguan is coming soon. Xuanxie should be back."
"Really?" The little monk's eyes widened after hearing this, with a very excited expression on his face.
"Xuanxie is back, why are you so excited?" The sweeping monk turned to look at the young monk and asked softly.
"No, I'm just curious about what kind of person this monk who can eat meat and drink alcohol is." The young monk looked at the sweeping monk and smiled and explained.
The sweeping monk glanced sideways at the young monk and said with a smile: "Did you know? Your master Xuan Zheng and that Xuan Xie are brothers!"
"Is it true?" The young monk was stunned when he heard this.
"Of course it's true. The two of them are brothers." The sweeping monk nodded slowly.
The young monk had indeed not heard the name Xuanxie recently, but he had never heard his master say that Xuanxie was his younger brother, and no one had ever mentioned this issue to him.
"But since they are brothers, why is there such a big gap? My master only knows how to chant sutras every day and does not practice martial arts. I have never seen my master practicing martial arts, but others say that my master is the best martial artist in the world.
Monk, I didn't notice it." The young monk said with his mouth curled up.
"Haha, your master is indeed the best monk in the world." The sweeping monk laughed.
"Then why doesn't my master teach me how to practice martial arts?" The young monk scratched his head and said with curled lips: "I will soon represent our Qingshan Temple to compete with the people of Qi Qingguan, but my master still doesn't teach me how to practice martial arts."
As for my martial arts, I don’t know anything yet. I can only spread my wings like a white crane, and it’s so ugly.”
"Maybe your master thinks you don't need to practice martial arts yet." The sweeping monk said with a smile.
"I'm already very powerful, right?" the little monk said with a smile.
"Ha ha!"
The sweeping monk laughed and said nothing.
"Uncle, if you see Uncle Xuanxie come back, be sure to tell me. I want to see what kind of person he is." The young monk frowned and looked at the sweeping monk and said.
"Okay, but if Xuanxie comes back, you will probably hear the news soon." The sweeping monk nodded.
"What do you mean by this?" The little monk stretched out his hand and scratched his head, with a bit of confusion on his face.
"You will know when Xuanxie comes back." The sweeping monk smiled faintly, stood up slowly and ran forward.
"Uncle Master, are you leaving?" the young monk shouted quickly.
"Yes, I'm going to sweep the floor. You should hurry up and listen to the abbot's chanting." The sweeping monk nodded slowly.
The young monk looked at the back of the sweeping monk and sighed helplessly. He looked up at the sun in the sky and frowned slightly. He felt that the abbot should have almost finished speaking, so he reached out and pushed open the door of the lecture hall.
"Crunch!"
The wooden door made a scraping sound.
The abbot who was sitting in front and giving lectures looked up and found that it was a young monk who had walked in.
"You still know how to come here?" the abbot lowered his head and said slowly.
"Um."
The young monk replied calmly.
"Sit down."
The abbot sighed helplessly. He originally wanted to teach the young monk a lesson, but then he thought about it and let it go. He said that he would definitely not be able to defeat the young monk. In the end, he made himself very angry. It was better to pretend that he had nothing.
Never seen it.
The monks in the lecture hall looked at the young monk one after another, with a bit of envy in their eyes. It seemed that only the young monk in the entire Qingshan Temple had this kind of treatment. Even the abbot did not dare to talk about him casually. He could come to lecture whenever he wanted.
, if you don’t want to come, then you won’t come.
After the young monk chose a remote location and sat down, he looked around and studied for a long time with his big eyes wide open. In the end, maybe because he felt bored, he had to take off his cheek with his small hands and look at the abbot giving a sermon in front of him.
The monk couldn't understand why the abbot always gave sermons on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the busiest days for the temple. There were so many incense donors outside and no one paid attention. All the monks hid here and listened to the abbot's chatter.
The young monk listened with wide eyes for almost half a stick of incense. In the end, he still felt that he couldn't listen. In the young monk's eyes, everything the abbot said was long and difficult to understand, and it was of no use.
If the monk listened carefully, he would inevitably have a lot of feelings in his heart.
There were so many questions, but the abbot no longer allowed the young monk to ask questions. No matter what the question was, he asked the young monk to ask his master. Unfortunately, the master didn't know anything, so from then on, the young monk never asked the abbot any questions.
Don't even listen to what he said.
Thinking about these things, the young monk fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, the abbot was gone, and the surrounding monks also started to pack their things and left the lecture hall one after another.
The young monk rubbed his eyes, turned around and looked around him, grabbed a random monk and asked in a low voice: "Brother Jingming, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to practice martial arts. I will practice martial arts at the martial arts training ground in the afternoon." Jingming turned to look at the young monk and said calmly.
"oh oh."
After hearing this, the little monk stretched out his hand and scratched his little head, frowning slightly, thinking that if he went back at this time, he would probably be dragged by his master to practice martial arts. Practicing martial arts is nothing more than facing that person who is motionless and can't fight.
The young monk felt bored when he thought of this stupid man who neither yelled nor scolded, so he dragged Jingming and said, "Brother Jingming, can I go practice martial arts with you?"
"Junior Brother Wujie, don't be ridiculous. How can you practice martial arts with us if you are so powerful?" Jingming seemed a little surprised after hearing this and shouted.
"I'm not very good, I just think it's too boring to go back. Please take me to the martial arts training ground and let me see how you practice martial arts." The little monk said with a smile.
Jingming was silent for a moment after hearing this. He thought that if he offended this little monk who even the abbot was afraid of, he would definitely not have any good fruits to eat. If the little monk was really angry, he would punch himself.
He couldn't stand it, so Jingming had no choice but to nod.
"You promised to take me there?" the young monk shouted very happily when he saw Jingming nodding.
"I can take you there, but after you go, don't make any trouble, you know?" Jingming said helplessly to the little monk.
"Brother Jingming, don't worry. I won't cause trouble. I just went over to take a look." The young monk nodded quickly and said.
"Okay then." Jingming nodded, turned around and ran outside the lecture hall.
The little monk hurriedly followed Jingming's pace. The little monk had never been to the martial arts training ground since the last time, because Xuanzheng did not allow the little monk to go. The little monk couldn't understand why the master kept not letting him go.
Go to the martial arts training ground, so at this time the young monk was a little curious as to what was so mysterious about the martial arts training ground.