After dreaming about the flowers of the high mountains, he actually?

Chapter 67 Shang Hexing appeared in front of her

Wen Zhi's eyelashes were still wet, and the pillow was wet with tears. She didn't notice it, raised her hand and gently placed it on Meng Fan's back: "Meng Fan, I dreamed of my mother again."

Meng Fan said nothing.

She guessed so.

What could make Wen Zhi cry so sadly in her dreams was either her mother or her father.

After breakfast, Wen Zhi tidied up briefly and changed into loose Zen-style clothes and trousers.Meng Fan is a person who loves wearing skirts, but because he cannot wear skirts when going to the temple, he has recently given up his hobby and tried his best to pick out a few sets of good-looking clothes.

The car drove for more than an hour before arriving at Jingci Temple.

The two of them first bowed to the Buddha.

Then, guided by the deacon monk, they entered the living room one after another.

It had been nearly half an hour since the conversation. Half an hour later, the names of Wen Zhi and Meng Fan were left on the roster.

The two of them each donated [-] incense money.

The monk asked Wen Zhi: "How many days will the two benefactors stay?"

Meng Fan thought Wen Zhi would blurt it out for half a month, but unexpectedly Wen Zhi was silent for a moment.

The monk clasped his hands together and looked at Wen Zhi: "Why is the donor trapped?"

Wen Zhi thought for a while and said, "Love."

Meng Fan raised his eyebrows.

The monk said: "Love is for relatives, for friends, for lovers, for children, just understand it in your heart. In addition, the three days are for precepts, concentration, and wisdom, the six days are for escape from the six paths of reincarnation, the seven days are the seven days of Buddhahood, and the seven days of pure practice."

After hearing this, Wen Zhi asked: "Is living here for a month considered practice?"

Meng Fan raised his eyebrows again? what?A month? ? ?

The monk smiled: "Practice is about cultivating the mind, so the donor just needs to follow his original intention."

Finally Wen Zhi decided to practice for half a month.

The monk took the two of them to the dormitory where they stayed. On the way, they met a little novice sweeping the floor. Meng Fan said: "This little novice looks so soft and cute. I really want to pinch his cheeks."

The voice just fell.

The little novice's voice came: "Female donor, please respect yourself."

Meng Fan: "..."

When they arrived at the yard outside the dormitory, the monk handed Wen Zhi a copy of the Jingci Temple work and rest system, and said a few more words before leaving.

Meng Fan took the Jingci Temple work and rest system from Wen Zhi's hand and opened it: "Don't step on the threshold of the hall, don't smoke, don't make loud noises... Wow, there are so many things you don't want, and there are many rules for eating. Don't hit too much, don't leave any leftovers." I even wash the dishes, wipe the table, and clean up the food by myself, and I have to get up in the morning and evening to sweep the yard, my God, I have to completely rely on myself here.”

Meng Fan had been pampered since he was a child and had never experienced hardship. When he read about these systems, the creases of his frown could kill a mosquito.

Wen Zhi was very indifferent. She put her luggage next to the cabinet: "The temple is not as good as outside. If you are not used to it, you can leave early. You don't have to worry about me."

This time Meng Fan didn't dare to say the words he promised: "This is the first day here, so let's live it one day at a time."

The three meals in the temple are mainly vegetarian.

Meng Fan got used to it on the first day and pretended to have lost weight.

The next day, Meng Fan could clearly feel dull and unmotivated to do anything.

On the third day, Meng Fan was visibly wilted.

Meng Fan failed to achieve the three elements of three-day practice, namely precepts, concentration, and wisdom. He came with a smile and left bitterly.

"Zhizhi, you and I are not going back to Baishi. I will still stay at the villa where I used to live in Linshi. You can practice well and I will come see you another day." After saying these words, Meng Fan left in a hurry.

Wen Zhi couldn't laugh or cry.

She knew that Meng Fan would definitely have a big meal tonight to make up for the lack of clear soup and water these days.

After sending Meng Fan back, Wen Zhi passed by the yard and the little novice monk who was sweeping the floor said to her: "She doesn't need to practice at all. The only one who really practices is you, the female donor." Wen Zhi stopped and she bent down slightly and smiled. Asked: "What is the name of the little master?"

"Kong Ci."

Wen Zhi wrote it down and was about to turn around and leave when Kongci's voice came from behind him: "Female donor, you have a demon in your heart."

Wen Zhi paused and turned sideways.

Kongci placed the broom on the ground and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the female donor must not have evil thoughts."

The smile disappeared from Wen Zhi's face, and she asked Kong Ci: "Little Master, don't I look like a good person?"

Kong Ci said: "The female donor doesn't look like her."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips.

Kongci added: "The female donor is a good person."

Wen Zhi's eyes were a little startled, and Kong Ci looked directly into her eyes and asked her: "There is no evil in the female donor, but she came to Jingci Temple in advance to wash her. Is it because she would do evil in the future without feeling guilty?"

Wen Zhi's face instantly turned pale.

She asked: "Did you guess it?"

Kongci answered her: "Buddha saves all sentient beings and does not save others by himself."

Wen Zhi choked and laughed: "I don't do evil, but there are people who are unforgivable."

Kong Ci's clasped hands parted, he bent down to pick up the broom, turned around and continued to sweep the floor, saying something while sweeping: "Harming others and harming yourself is the way of reincarnation."

Kong Ci didn't say this to Wen Zhi, but to remind her.

Then Wen Zhi returned to the dormitory silently.

The deacon monk stood in the courtyard, and two other monks were cleaning the room where Meng Fan lived.

This room is opposite Wen Zhi's room. Wen Zhi and Meng Fan can see each other every morning when they open the door.

The deacon monk clasped his hands to Wen Zhi, and Wen Zhi made the same gesture and explained: "I just sent her away, and I haven't had time to clean up the room yet."

The deacon monk told her: "There were other pilgrims who came to stay. The abbot met them in the living room. I was afraid that they would not be able to make it in time, so I asked them to pack up the dormitories quickly."

Wen Zhi was surprised: "Has someone moved in again so soon?"

The deacon nodded.

After tidying up the dormitory, the deacon monk and the two monks left. Wen Zhi looked at the door opposite, thinking that just after Meng Fan left, a pilgrim came in, and he didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl.
But Wen Zhi wasn't that curious, so he went back to the house and closed the door.

About half an hour later, the sound of footsteps was heard from the opposite door. Wen Zhi heard the abbot talking, and he was polite. This pilgrim seemed to have a lot of face, or had he donated more money for incense?

After a few brief conversations, there was no sound at all.

Wen Zhi opened the door, but there was no one outside. The door opposite was also closed, but he still couldn't see the pilgrims opposite.

Seeing that the time has reached noon, dinner is about to begin.

Wen Zhi changed into Zen clothes and knocked on the door opposite. There was no sound. Wen Zhi patiently knocked twice more, but still no one answered.

"strangeness."

Wen Zhi asked her neighbor to have lunch out of kindness, but she was afraid that she would be hungry and couldn't find a place to eat. No one answered her, so she had no choice but to give up.

She liked today's vegetarian food very much. She ate more and felt a little full. When she came back, she was afraid of accumulating food, so she picked up the broom and swept the front yard left for her by Kongci.

At this time, the sun was scorching and the heat enveloped him. Wen Zhi rolled up his sleeves and worked seriously.

As she scanned, pilgrims passed by her.

Wen Zhi put away her broom and turned aside to make way for the pilgrim, but the pilgrim stopped in front of her.

Wen Zhi raised his head and suddenly paused after seeing the pilgrim in front of him clearly.

(End of this chapter)