Zhou Yi calmly put down his right hand that was covering his forehead, raised his left hand, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and performed a Buddhist salute to Fa Xin in a generous manner.
"Young monk Yichen is just a walking monk. He has heard about the name of Yeguo Temple for a long time and came here to pay homage to the aura of our Buddha."
Faxin returned the Buddha's salute and said with a smile: "Buddhism in the world is one family. Zhanyou, take Master Yichen to the studio."
You actually think of me as a shameless person who comes here to make a living???
I have good eyesight...I wonder how the food here is.
The smile on Zhou Yi's face did not diminish, and he declined politely: "The young monk still wants to go with a few donors."
Even though he knew the truth about Yeguo Temple, hope was still not lost for him.
However, Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi, the two restless masters, were obviously plotting something, and they had to keep an eye on them at all times to avoid hindering their apprenticeship and return to secular life.
"this……"
Faxin looked at Zhuo Mengyuan and his party hesitantly.
Zhuo Mengyuan hesitated for a moment, pointed at Fang Ziqi and said: "My companion also fell in love with Master Yichen at first sight, and we had a great conversation."
Fang Ziqi nodded tacitly, and at the same time, he did not forget to stare at Zhou Yi "affectionately" and wanted to pull Zhou Yi's sleeve, but Zhou Yi calmly stepped aside.
"That's good, that's good." Fa Xin saw this and said nothing more.
On this day, Zhou Yi followed Zhuo Mengyuan and his party, first made a wish in front of the Buddha, and after eating a fast meal at noon, he walked around the entire temple accompanied by Fa Xin.
Yeguo Temple is either big or small. It has about ten monks, as well as more than ten believers and laymen who help take care of the orchards and nurseries.
The monk's letter has one senior fellow apprentice and three junior fellow apprentices below him. They are all direct disciples of the abbot here. They are about thirty or forty years old, and are somewhat far away from the "old monk" in Zhou Yi's mind.
Zhou Yi learned about it while chatting.
The master of the monks, the old abbot of the retreat, Master Daming, is over 100 years old. He has studied Buddhism for more than 80 years. During this period, he has practiced closed-mouth Zen for 39 years. As early as 20 years ago, he was five years old.
Baili Land, a rare eminent monk!
The sun is setting in the west and dusk has arrived.
Zhuo Mengyuan seemed to have fun yet, so she discussed with everyone how to stay overnight in the temple.
Except for Fang Ziqi, everyone else was reluctant.
But he couldn't resist Zhuo Mengyuan, the daughter of the prefect, so he donated some silver to the temple in exchange for three Zen rooms.
"Master Yichen, this room is for you."
Zhuo Mengyuan brought Zhou Yi to a clean Zen room.
Fang Ziqi didn't say anything.
The other two young masters named Zhao Haizhou and Wang Shuang looked angry.
There are only three rooms. This monk of unknown origin occupies one room, Zhuo Mengyuan occupies another room, and the rest of them have to share one room.
It doesn't matter anything else, the key point is that Fang Ziqi's blabbering is really annoying.
Before either of them could speak, Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and declined with a smile.
"Monks pay attention to being at peace with things as they come. Luxurious houses and luxurious beds are all delusions. Miss Zhuo does not need to make deliberate arrangements.
If Mr. Fang doesn't mind, I am willing to live in the same room with you."
Fang Ziqi was startled and nodded slightly.
The faces of Zhao Haizhou and Wang Shuang improved significantly, and their looks towards Zhou Yi became friendly.
"Master Yichen deserves to be a real monk. You and Fang Ziqi can live in the same room."
"I have long thought that Master Yichen was polite and well-spoken. I guess he came from a wealthy family before he became a monk, right?"
"Tonight we are going to go on a hunting trip from the temple. If Master Yichen is interested, let's come and play together."
Zhou Yi returned the greeting with a smile: "Amitabha, in that case, it is better for me to be respectful and obey my orders."
When Zhuo Mengyuan saw this, she didn't say much.
She chose a Zen room by herself, arranged for Zhou Yi and Fang Ziqi to share a room, and the remaining five princes and princes shared a room.
In autumn, it rains heavily in the mountains.
After finishing the vegetarian meal in the evening, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
After all, several princes from the county were not able to get their wish to go out to the temple for a night trip.
But they were not idle either.
Wang Shuang, who was tall and powerful, found an old lottery ticket with peeling paint from somewhere and placed it on the porch outside the Zen room. He turned around and laughed at everyone: "Why don't you play a game of pot throwing? I happened to have a certain person with me.
Arrow."
Zhao Haizhou said angrily: "What's the point of playing with you? Who doesn't know that you are the best in Guangyuan County in double throws?"
Even so, everyone couldn't resist Wang Shuang and started playing. After all, it was too boring to be idle.
Zhou Yi looked at it with interest from a little distance away.
Touhu originated from the "shooting" ceremony.
It means throwing arrows into the pot, and the one who hits more arrows wins.
Similar to a combination of darts and shooting.
If a group of people are of equal skill, adding some bonuses will make the game more fun.
But as Zhao Haizhou said, Wang Shuang, who came from a family of military generals, was really good at throwing pots.
More than ten steps away, the ape stretched his arms and breathed softly. Every time he made a move, he would surely throw the small arrow into the lottery tube.
With such a master here, after just a few games, Zhao Haizhou, Fang Ziqi and others lost interest and kept shouting that it was boring.
Zhou Yizheng was watching when footsteps sounded from behind.
"Master Yichen, if you are interested, you can also play with us."
Zhou Yi turned around, clasped his hands together, and performed the Buddhist salute to Zhuo Mengyuan: "Why don't Miss Zhuo go have some fun?"
Zhuo Mengyuan turned her head to look at the rainy day outside the corridor, and sighed softly: "I have been in a bad mood recently, and I really can't get myself excited."
Zhou Yi smiled, then turned around, his deep eyes seeming to penetrate into the end of the night.
"Is it because Miss Zhuo has too many obsessions in her heart? Self-attachment is the source of pain. Emptiness is color, color is emptiness. Too many obsessions can turn into inner demons. Why don't Miss Zhuo try to let go?"
Zhuo Mengyuan seemed to be affected by these words. She was stunned for a long time before looking at Zhou Yi.
"You are young, have an extraordinary appearance, and speak well, but you have become a monk. Is it because you have given up all your obsessions?"
Zhou Yi laughed and shouted the Buddha's name: "No, there is a way... If I don't go to hell, who will?"
The little monk’s obsession…
Only if you are obedient and don't cause trouble in this temple can the young monk return to secular life smoothly and no longer have any obsessions.
"Mengyuan, little master, what are you talking about? Come over and play together?"
Wang Shuang saw Zhou Yi and Zhuo Mengyuan in the distance of the corridor, his eyes lit up and he shouted hello.
His interest has just risen.
However, other people have been frightened by him and don't want to continue playing.
"You guys are playing, I'm a little sleepy." Zhuo Mengyuan waved her hand.
Wang Shuang sighed and looked at Zhou Yi expectantly.
"Master Yichen, why don't you play a few games with Wang Shuang?"
"Yes, Master Yichen, I see that you neither chant sutras nor have evening classes. You are not as serious as the monks in this temple. Haha, you should be able to throw pots and other things, right?"
All the young men joked one after another.
Zhou Yi smiled, clasped his hands together, and shouted the Buddha's name.
"In that case, the young monk will play a game with Donor Wang instead of Miss Zhuo."
Zhuo Mengyuan was slightly stunned.
The other young masters were also stunned. It was just a joke at first, but they didn't expect the monk to take it seriously.
Wang Shuang didn't care so much, he rushed over, laughed, handed the arrow to Zhou Yi, and sang "Fai Nai" in an exaggerated way.
"Master, please move..."
However, the next moment, Wang Shuang's expression changed slightly.
"Wait a minute...wait a minute."
But after taking the arrow, Monk Yichen just glanced at the lottery box under the porch.
Then from a distance of more than thirty steps, he threw out his sleeves.