messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 31 Life Always Seems So Unfair

"prick!"

Yingzi stabbed the last sword, this sword already has some appearance, it is not good, but at least it can be regarded as standard.

Also after stabbing this sword, Yingzi lost all strength in her body, she loosened her palm, the wooden stick fell to the ground, and her body also fell forward.

Just before she fell to the ground, Chu appeared beside her and supported her thin body.

Although it was Sakurako's request, she worked harder than she had imagined.

Can the so-called hatred motivate people so much?
Chu supported Yingzi to think.

Who knows, maybe it's just because for Yingzi, she has nothing but hatred.

Yingzi was too tired to speak, she hadn't drank water all day, her lips were a little chapped, and her eyes were drooping.She almost fainted, but the pain from her body kept her awake.

It was obvious that she could no longer practice, so Chu carried Yingzi to the eaves next to the small courtyard and put her on the floor.

The old monk looked at Yingzi who was exhausted and fell to the ground, shook his head, and closed his eyes.

He could tell that Yingzi had just started learning swordsmanship, and it was inconvenient for him to say anything since he had never learned swordsmanship, but no matter what it was to practice, it should be done step by step.

Only in this way can we use what we have learned for ourselves instead of being changed by what we have learned.

In his opinion, Yingzi's heart is too impatient, this will not have a good result.

High-intensity exercises are accompanied by injuries to the human body, but such injuries caused by excessive fatigue can be dealt with at the beginning.She also came here in the past, so she often inflicted injuries on herself, probably this is the so-called good doctor after a long illness.

After doing some simple massages for Yingzi's wrists and adjusting the ligaments to avoid any hidden injuries, Chu put his hands on Yingzi's palms.

The originally slender and white palm was now stained with blood, where the old monk couldn't see, Chu had covered Yingzi's damaged skin with his own evil.

Evil climbed onto Yingzi's palm, repaired the wound, and then changed into the color of the skin, as if a new layer of skin had grown out.

This kind of evil that has been separated from Chu itself will only exist for a period of time, and when Yingzi's wound heals, the evil will fall off by itself.The purpose of doing this is only to stop bleeding and protect the wound in time, and it will not affect daily life and actions.

"Uh." After treating the wound, Yingzi regained consciousness and let out a groan.

Chu turned Yingzi's body over, let her lie flat, and gently placed her palm on Yingzi's head.

"Take a rest, today's practice is over."

Chu Qing's cold palm seemed to have the ability to calm people down, Yingzi closed her eyes weakly.

Not long after, her breathing became even and she fell asleep.

Chu was sitting next to Yingzi without saying a word, until Yingzi woke up, she would sit here.

It will be late.

Beside the courtyard, the old monk brewed another pot of tea, and the fragrance of tea overflowed in the small courtyard.

Chujing sat next to the sleeping Yingzi, and the afterglow of the evening fell in front of the yard, illuminating the yard in two colors, half as shadow and half as the setting sun.

"Your sword skills are too sharp, which is not good for this child." Under the eaves, the old monk suddenly said softly.

Chu didn't reply, but she moved her eyes away from Yingzi and looked at the old monk, as if she was waiting for him to continue talking.

The old monk felt that Chu was watching him, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"It's better to let her learn some Buddhist scriptures with me, so that she can read and write, and she can also stabilize her mind, otherwise she will easily hurt others and herself if she is full of vigor."

The emerald green tea soup is poured into the teacup, and the color of the tea is very heavy and thick, making people stare at the tea surface but not see the bottom.

The old monk picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked back at Chu, and said with a smile.

"If you want, you can study together."

After a while, Chu asked slowly.

"Buddhist scriptures, what are they?"

She seemed to have heard this term before, when she was an ordinary person, but that was a long, long time ago.

The old monk thought for a while, stretched out a finger, and said jokingly.

"A tedious and boring scripture."

If other monks heard him say such things, they would probably be scolded out of anger. How could a monk say such a thing about Buddhist scriptures.

But Chu Chu was not a monk, and what the old monk said only made her more confused.

"Then why study Buddhist scriptures?" she asked.

Since even old monks say that Buddhist scriptures are useless, why bother to learn them?
"It's because it's long and boring." The old monk said, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and he sat cross-legged, holding warm tea in his hand, and pointed to his chest with his finger.

"That's why people have time to calm down and think about themselves."

It was quiet under the eaves, and Chu didn't say anything else.

I don't know if she understood what the old monk meant.

But the next day, in addition to continuing to teach Yingzi swordsmanship, she also started to let Yingzi and the old monk learn Buddhist scriptures.

At first, Yingzi was reluctant, but when she told her that it would help her swordsmanship, she became serious and never slacked off.

The time is arranged every morning, and the study of Buddhist scriptures comes before swordsmanship.After all, if she finishes practicing the sword, Yingzi should not have the strength to learn any more Buddhist scriptures.

Because Yingzi has no foundation, the old monk started from the most basic literacy.Sometimes, Chu will also sit in on it.

A stick of incense was burning in the Buddhist hall as usual, and the faint smoke and light fragrance drifted in the hall, making the people sitting in the hall calm down unconsciously.

The old monk and Yingzi sat at a table with a book spread out on the table.

The old monk pointed to a word in the book with a branch, and asked Yingzi.

"This word, what do you read?"

Yingzi's expression froze, her face flushed slightly, and after a while, she said uncertainly.

"Luo (gè)?"

"Crack." The branch in the old monk's hand lightly hit Yingzi on the forehead.

"Stupid." Cursing softly, the old monk pointed to the word and said, "This word is pronounced 雒 (luò), copy it ten times."

Yingzi didn't refute, she lowered her head and copied the words.

Sitting on the side at the beginning, he touched his forehead unconsciously.

Speaking of which, she didn't know the word either.

In the hall, the old monk looked at Yingzi and smiled kindly. Yingzi was studying very seriously, and it won't be long before she can formally study Buddhist scriptures.

In this Buddhist hall, life seemed to be in order. Chu listened to the old monk teach Yingzi about Buddhism every day, took a broom to sweep the floor in front of the door, watched the sky cloudy and sunny, and then taught Yingzi how to practice swords.

In the afternoon and evening, she sometimes went to the nearby mountains to chop firewood, and sometimes drank a cup of tea with the old monk. She didn't like the taste very much, it was a bit bitter.But once you get used to it, it's not that bad.

A regular and ordinary life will always give people a feeling that it is orderly and stable. Some people find this kind of life boring, but some people dare not even dream of such a life.

Who knows, isn't life always like this, things that are extremely precious to some people can be discarded at will in the hands of others.

One day, I heard the old monk suddenly say that the cherry blossoms should be about to bloom at this time of year.

(End of this chapter)