messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 30 It's Important to Learn the Basics Well
The next morning, the rain stopped.

There are puddles in the road area, and dew drips from the grass blades in the grass beside the road.The sky is blue and the leaves are green, and one or two insects are singing in the shallow grass. Everything seems to be so vibrant in spring.

It's a pity that in front of the temple, there are two people who are not so able to integrate into this environment.

Chu leaned against the corner, Yingzi was lying in her arms, it seemed that she had already fallen asleep.

The girl breathed lightly, her chest rising and falling slightly.She frowned, maybe she had some bad dream, she kept holding on to the corner of Chu's clothes, as if she was worried that Chu would disappear when she woke up.

Chu Chu didn't want to wake Ying Zi up, so she had kept this position for the whole night without moving. Fortunately, her body wouldn't go numb, otherwise she might not be able to feel the existence of her body by now.

"squeak."

The gate of the temple was pushed open, the old monk walked out, and he looked towards the door.

I saw Hatsune and Sakurako who were still sitting there.

She glanced at him across the line of sight.

The old monk saluted with a smile, bowed his head and picked up the lunch box he sent yesterday on the ground.

Seeing that the green leaves that originally wrapped the rice ball were divided into two halves, his eyes showed some joy, and asked Xiang Chu.

"Did you share the rice ball yesterday?"

Chu Chu didn't know why the monk suddenly asked this question, so he replied calmly.

"Ah."

"That's it." The old monk nodded and asked again, "Are you wandering here?"

He is already very old. Fortunately, time has brought him not only his old body, but also rich experience.

Seeing Chu and Yingzi's appearance, he basically guessed their situation.Presumably, it was the wanderers passing by who had nowhere to settle down, so they took shelter in front of the temple from hunger and cold.

"Yes." Chu didn't explain much, and she and Yingzi are indeed homeless at present.

With some memories in his eyes, the old monk took a look at the words on the plaque in front of the temple with his lunch box.

He seemed to think about it for a while, his expression relaxed, and he said to Chu.

"If you have nowhere to go, there are still two people who need to clean this temple, you can think about it."

After that, he knocked on his back with his hands behind his back, and walked back to the temple, but this time he didn't close the door.

Chu hesitated for a moment, gently picked up Yingzi, and walked in.

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Qingxin Temple is a small temple, and there are only six rooms in the whole temple.A Buddhist hall, a Zen room, a main residence, and three guest rooms.

Including kitchens, small courtyards, vegetable gardens and other places, it is not small, but it pales in comparison to other temples.

There is only an old monk living in this temple. He is the host here, but he is also the chore monk here.

Hearing from himself, he has lived here for 30 years.

The most special thing about Qingxin Temple is that there is no Buddha statue in its Buddhist hall, there is only an empty cushion, and a faint incense is burned in front of the cushion.

As a result, there were never many pilgrims in this temple, and naturally there was no incense money. The old monk's daily meals were vegetables he grew in the vegetable garden.

Chu and Yingzi lived in the temple for the time being. The old monk didn't ask them about their origins or their identities, but asked them to be responsible for cleaning the temple every day.

This is not a heavy job, there is very little mess in this temple, and the only thing to do every day is to sweep the fallen leaves in front of the door.On the contrary, they can get a shelter and warm food.

This is a very good residence, quiet and livable, without being disturbed by others. Apart from taking care of the vegetable garden, the old monk spent almost all day sitting in the Buddhist hall chanting sutras.

Nothing bad, the only thing missing is some fireworks.

Yingzi doesn't care where she lives, she just wants to practice swordsmanship and kill her enemies with her own hands.

Apart from this thought, she had nothing left, and all her things had been burned away by that fire that day.

Chu naturally didn't care about where she lived. For someone like her who was used to resting next to the dead body, having a dry and warm room was already a rare luxury.

The next morning, Yingzi began to teach herself swordsmanship.

The morning sun was warm, the old monk got up early and made a pot of tea, and sat beside the small courtyard to enjoy it.

Drinking tea may be the only time he enjoys in a day. When drinking tea, he always has a smile immersed in it, holding the warm green tea soup and sitting on the wooden floor, as if he is an old tree, enjoying With the nectar of heaven.

In the yard, Chu and Yingzi stood together, holding a wooden stick in their hands.

This was first taken out of the firewood room, and after a simple adjustment, it was made into a stick about the same size as a sword.The old monk didn't accuse Chu of this kind of waste of firewood, anyway, it was a waste, and now the firewood was cut by Chu.

"Yakko, I'll do it first, so you're good." Chu didn't call Yingko the summoner, because Yingko said that she could just call her by name.

At this time, Chu was demonstrating the simplest sword moves for Yingzi. In fact, she didn't know any so-called sword skills, but she was very good at using swords. For her, the sword was like a part of her body, and she could do whatever she wanted. driven by.And being able to achieve this level is only because of her continuous use all year round.

So her method of teaching Yingzi is also very simple, practicing the most basic things over and over again until she can fully master them.

This is a very stupid method, but if it is really practiced countless times, it can also make a master swordsman.

Of course, Chu is not unable to teach everything, she can teach Yingzi the most correct way of using the sword and movements, which can save Yingzi a lot of detours.

She will point out the direction for Yingzi, and then the road ahead can only depend on Yingzi herself.

In the yard, Chu stood in front of Yingzi holding a wooden stick, his eyes suddenly became sharper, looking ahead, the wooden stick in his hand pierced out in an instant, driving the wind, dust, and air flow.

"Huh!" The wind tightened, and the wooden stick stopped straight in front of Chu's body. After stabbing with the sword, the wind from the sword gently blew Yingzi's hair, rolled up the corners of Chu's clothes, and the dust on the ground slowly fall.

At the beginning of this sword, the speed was slowed down as much as possible, in order to let Yingzi see clearly, otherwise, with her full strength stabbing, the air current in the surrounding area might not stop spinning.

Even so, Yingzi was still frightened by Chu's sword. She had seen the swordsmanship of her father and that swordsman that day, and it was far from Chu Kuai and far from Chu's sharpness.

It would be very simple if Chu helped himself to avenge himself.

But soon Yingzi abandoned this idea, clenched the wooden stick in her hand, and she wanted to avenge herself.

The old monk sitting by the yard drinking tea also looked at Chu in surprise. He had seen a few swordsmen in his life, but Chu's sword alone was enough to surpass everyone he had seen.Even if he doesn't know much about swordsmanship, he can still see how extraordinary he is at the beginning.

Who would have thought that a wanderer who came to hide from the rain on a rainy day would have such sword skills.

The old monk smiled helplessly, but said nothing, and silently lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

The Buddha said, don't be surprised or disturbed.

Well, today's tea is also very good.

Yingzi imitated Chu's movements and began to practice. She had never learned swordsmanship, and she was always awkward at the beginning.But she worked very hard, even to the point of being too hard.

From morning until noon, and then until evening, she hardly stopped to rest.

When the old monk came out from the Buddhist hall after reciting scriptures, Yingzi was still stabbing sword after sword in the yard.

Her wrist was already red and swollen, the sword she was holding was trembling slightly, and her palm was worn out, but she still didn't stop.

Chu sat in the yard on one side, watching quietly, without stopping.

Perhaps in her opinion, this is how swordsmanship should be practiced.After all, when she was practicing swordsmanship, if she made a mistake, she would die.

(End of this chapter)