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The temple has been suffering for years. The pure copper Buddha statue that was originally placed in the lobby was sold by his brothers in the early years. The place where the Buddha statue was originally placed was naturally vacant. Now it is just a simple spiritual seat.

Revered Master Spirit.

Simply four words, engraved on a simple wooden sign, there is no offering, not even incense candles.

The only oil lamp was lit beside the old monk. He lowered his head and kept rubbing the Buddha beads in his hand.

After an hour, he walked towards the bookshelf beside him.

At that time, many of his brothers sold everything that was valuable in the entire temple, including the pure copper Buddha statue, including the plaque with the gold lacquer inscription hanging on the gate. Only the bookshelf and the books on the shelf were preserved.

At that time, it was in troubled times, there were refugees everywhere, and the living people were thinking about how to live to the next day every day. No one would read these ancient Buddhist scriptures again. The price, his senior brothers naturally have no interest in this.

These scriptures are not only in Chinese, but also in Sanskrit and Tibetan. I don’t know where these books came from Leiyin Temple.

After looking down for a long time, I found an old book from the corner of the bookshelf.

In the dim light, the old monk could clearly see the handwriting on the cover. It was a Buddhist "Heart Sutra", just an ordinary Buddhist book.

That is the Buddhist sutra that the eminent monks who have attained the Tao must recite when they rescue the dead souls.

The old monk has not read this Buddhist scripture for a long time. Over the years, the whole film is full of corpses, and there are dead people everywhere. Most of them are buried on the spot, and no one has even made tombstones, let alone find him to do it. , The last time he recited this sutra was decades ago.

Decades are too long, long enough for him to forget everything in this Buddhist scripture that he has never read. Ever since the old abbot took his seat, he kept this Buddhist scripture in the corner of the bookshelf. Quietly stained with dust.

Now he had to turn it out again.

He thought it was the last time.

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse and obscure, and he didn't know why.

The window was full of stars, and the moon was half hidden in the clouds.

Chapter 003, the master sends ancient scrolls

The next day, early in the morning. ∏ Magazine ÷ Magazine ÷ Bug ∏

Ye Changfeng opened his eyes early. In this ancient world, there were no entertainment activities at night. As a cultivator, he didn't know what to practice, so he couldn't run at night.

Therefore, Ye Changfeng naturally went to bed early, and of course he woke up early.

A little while later, it will be breakfast time. On weekdays, the little novice is responsible for these trivial matters. In Ye Changfeng's memory, this little novice is still conscientious.

He slowly opened the door, Ye Changfeng took a few deep breaths of air-conditioning, and closed the door to go into the mountains to chop some firewood. Yesterday, because of his bathing, there was not much left of the last firewood, so he had to chop more quickly. When the firewood comes back to cook, I have to chop more and save it for backup.

"Remember to come back early today."

Ye Changfeng turned around, and the old monk stood in front of the door of the back room and looked at him. He was neatly dressed, and his turbid old eyes were the same as yesterday, without any fluctuation.

Ye Changfeng raised his eyes slightly, nodded and said yes.

He knew what the old monk had found out after all, because it was the first time he saw the old monk dressed like this. To be exact, it was the first time that the little novice had seen such an old monk. Although the clothes were still simple, even that The monk's clothes have been washed until they turn white, but Ye Changfeng has seen them before. It is the clothes that the abbot of the temple must wear when he eats fast and recites the Buddha every day.

But the old monk never wore this dress.

This is even the first time that the little novice has seen the old monk wearing this clothes for the first time in these years.

This is enough to say a lot.

"The disciple understands."

Ye Changfeng nodded and bowed respectfully towards the old monk.

When he looked up again, the old monk had walked to the back room and closed the door.

He did not receive Ye Changfeng's gift.

……

"Xiaofeng, you are different from before." The old monk surprised Ye Changfeng as soon as he opened his mouth, this old monk is really witty.

"Yes, Master. The world is so big, I want to go out and see!" Ye Changfeng thought for a while and replied.

"You are indeed different from before, no, to be precise, you are different from a day ago, and I don't know what you have experienced." The old monk's tone was still indifferent, and there was no waves.

"Master, once this disciple leaves, he may not come back." Ye Changfeng felt that it was cruel to leave the old monk alone in this barren mountain.

"Xiaofeng, you don't need to worry about me, the old man. You have never entered Buddhism, you are considered a lay disciple, and you can go all over the world." The old monk plucked the Buddha beads on his chest.

"Buddhism always pays attention to entering the world to practice, you can go to the world to experience and practice."

"Thank you, Master!" Ye Changfeng nodded, this old monk is not old at all, not confused at all.

"It's just that this world is a troubled time. You haven't practiced martial arts. It's very dangerous to travel in this troubled world." The old monk said slowly.

"Disciple..." Ye Changfeng was about to reply.

The old monk took out a bamboo scroll from his sleeve, and said solemnly: "This is the ancient scroll passed down to the poor monk when my teacher was sitting in a state of meditation. It is said that the old man once received the Buddha's Daigo empowerment by chance. The scroll was placed beside him, and the Buddha said that he should give it to someone with a predestined relationship."

The big, dry hand slowly rubbed the scroll. The old monk smiled for the first time and handed the scroll to Ye Changfeng, "Xiaofeng is also related to this scroll, let's take it and comprehend it by yourself. How much depends on your own creation."

Ye Changfeng respectfully took over the scroll, feeling rather uneasy. This time, the system was generous, and a reclusive master like a sweeping monk was actually arranged as a master. Could this scroll be the magic secrets of the legendary martial arts world? ?

Ye Changfeng can't wait to read this ancient scroll, is it only me who is the only one in the world?Beiming magic?Yijing tendons?

Ye Changfeng has already gone through all the magical arts that can be thought of in his mind. This is a temple. Ye Changfeng guesses that this ancient scroll should be related to the martial arts of Buddhism, or it may be the martial arts of Shaolin Temple at all.

"Don't worry, the way of martial arts, one by one, you have been carrying water and chopping firewood in the mountains for ten years, and your physique has been practiced well. You can proceed step by step." Seeing that Ye Changfeng was too excited, the old monk said.

"Yes, Master!" Ye Changfeng also felt reasonable when he heard it.