Self-cultivation of Male Supporting Role

Shi Yan was held by the abbot as they walked down the mountain path. The two remained silent. The abbot was accustomed to Shi Yan's silent appearance and did not feel strange at all.

Pointing to a big tree in front of which several people were hugging, he said warmly, "Ayan, do you still remember this tree? You followed your father to the temple to see me when you were a child, and the uncle brought you here to play, and you sneaked over there. I fell asleep in the big hole in the tree, let me have a good meal with your father, and your father was in a hurry and almost reported to the police."

Shi Yanxin said: I just don't remember. For the past six months, if you say it every day, I'm going to be brainwashed by you.

Seeing Shi Yan, the abbot said nothing, took his hand and continued walking: "Are you still unwilling to call someone? I am your uncle, your only relative in this world.

Your Majesty sent you here, presumably because of this consideration, not to let you become a monk with your uncle, and wait for the future when the border is peaceful and the enemy country will not dare to re-offend, or when you grow up and want to go down the mountain to experience , you can leave here.

Ah Yan, you are free, you have choices, now you just need to grow up happily every day. "

Passing by a stream that was knee-deep for an adult, the abbot held Shi Yan in his arms, crossed the stream with ease, and slowly placed Shi Yan on the ground, regardless of his already soaked trouser legs, and continued to lead the person forward. .

Shi Yan had no idea what was going on in the head of the Buddhist bald head. After walking a few dozen steps forward, there was a small arch bridge over the creek for pedestrians to pass through. Such a toss, can't figure it out.

The abbot continued to ramble on: "When you were just sent to Uncle, you would wake up from your dreams every night, so sleepy that your forehead touched the ground, but you didn't dare to fall asleep. Uncle spoke with you all night, and after half a year, the situation changed a little. Get better."

As he spoke, he patted Shi Yan's smooth little head, followed by a burst of laughter: "You are also stubborn, just like your father. After the situation improves, you will move out with a pillow and live by yourself. Recently, I slept at night. alright?"

Shi Yan said in his heart, "Even if I ate and slept soundly before, I'm afraid it won't work from now on. Now, when I think of monks chanting sutras, I have a severe headache.

Xiaojia snorted lightly: "Team leader, to be a monk, you need to be honest. Don't Taoists recite sutras? It's not just monks who can knock on wooden fish. When you are a Taoist priest, knocking on wooden fish is crisp and loud, and many of you are from the same door. I talked to you about your experience!"

Shi Yan smiled without saying a word, and didn't remind Xiao Jia that Xiao Jia should not know about these things now.

Taking Shi Yan for a walk in the mountains, feeling the power of nature, it took about an hour, seeing that it was getting dark, the uncle as the abbot had countless things waiting for him to deal with every day, so he took Shi Yan's hand. walking back.

At the junction of the back mountain and the Buddhist temple, there is only a small wooden door. This side of the door is a natural scenery, with lakes and mountains, and kingfishers singing. On the other side is the grand scene of the world, the constant flow of pilgrims and the smell of fireworks.

On the eve of opening the door, the abbot suddenly squatted down and said to Shi Yan, "Ayan, will I find you later to understand Senior Brother?"

Seeing the doubts in Shi Yan's eyes, the abbot rubbed Shi Yan's bare head with his big hand: "The relationship between us that outsiders don't know, only that you are a child picked up from the mountain by the uncle.

Uncle has been with you for more than half a year, taking you wherever he goes. Not only the monks in the monastery, but also many pilgrims outside the monastery think that you are the heir that Uncle has come for.

The uncle was brought back to the temple by the master at this age, so they had this misunderstanding, but after all, you do not belong here.

If you continue to be misunderstood, it will be detrimental to your life in the temple, understand? "

Shi Yan nodded.

Although they were both chanting sutras, Taoist chanting sutras and monk chanting sutras were two completely different concepts in his mind. One made him very cordial, and the other made him irritable and wanted to beat people, so it would be better not to follow the abbot.

What's more, the temples are not all quiet and inactive monks who only recite sutras, such as the dining hall, the precepts hall, the accountant, the inspection team, the organization of morning and evening classes, and the management of warrior monks and ordinary monks.

Especially in a large temple like the Wanfo Temple, where pilgrims come and go every day, just the money for the extra sesame oil, I don’t know how much it is in a month. Don’t look at the monks who stay out of the temple all day, as if they have nowhere to spend money.

In fact, daily food, more than a dozen sets of new clothes throughout the year, monks’ monthly silver, gifts to pilgrims, porridge at the foot of the mountain during New Year’s and festivals, maintenance and renovation of temples, expansion of Buddhist temples, and remodeling of Buddha’s golden body , every expense is not a small amount.

Especially the most intuitive remodeling of the golden body, then the big Buddha is all remodeled with gold, one can imagine the wealth of the temple.

Small temples are also clay sculptures, but they just put a golden heart on the Buddha. The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is different, saying that it is a golden body, which is a genuine golden body.

Therefore, becoming the successor of the abbot is not just a simple and profound Dharma, but also means inheriting everything in this temple, including the endless money.

The first few months were fine. Recently, Shi Yan often heard whispers from the monks in the monastery, and felt that he had no progress in Buddhism and was not worthy to be the direct disciple of the abbot.

This life has no relatives and no reason, it is a good time to continue to practice Taoism, but practicing Taoism in a monk's temple, no matter how you hear it, it feels strange.

Xiaojia unprincipled Shiyan: "Leader, they are all monks anyway, and it doesn't make much difference to be a monk or a Taoist priest. You really can't stand the bald head of a monk, so we can change to Taoism! Listening to you knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the scriptures, it doesn't matter to me!"

Shi Yan said angrily: "Don't think about it, the emperor personally ordered me to be placed here, and there are secret guards around, do you think there is no legitimate reason, there is no better choice, can I leave here easily? ?

If I let the enemy do something to me outside, do I still need the emperor's face? "

"Forget it, isn't it just cultivating in a monk's temple? I can do it!" Shi Yan said firmly.

Then, all ambitions withered when they saw Senior Brother Liao Wu and the people who followed him.

The male protagonist, Cheng Changqing, is fifteen years old this year and looks like a talented person. Although his face is more like his mother's second princess, this face grows on him, and there is a bit of handsomeness in his toughness, which attracts the attention of the little girl even more.

Cheng Changqing knew the true identity of Shi Yan, the only son of his aunt, and was ordered to take refuge in Wanfo Temple.

Ever since Shi Yan moved into Wanfo Temple, his father and mother often brought him over to play with his bereaved cousin under the pretext of burning incense, hoping that he would be happier.

When Shi Yan saw the other party, he remained silent.

Silence is his usual character.

It was the label on Shi Yan's body after losing his parents.

After saying goodbye to Senior Brother Wu, and seeing that there were no outsiders nearby, Cheng Changqing squatted down with a smile, and said to Shi Yan, "Cousin, I will accompany my parents to burn incense on the mountain, and see what goodies I brought you!"

Talking like a thief, he took out an oiled paper bag from his arms. As soon as it was opened, the oily, fragrant roast chicken appeared in front of Shi Yan, and Shi Yan gulped down his saliva.

Shi Yan remembered that the last time he ate meat was half a month ago. The abbot had something to deal with at noon. He asked the monks in the temple to take care of him, so he followed the other party to eat boiled meat, bah! Not to mention the taste!

He's still a healthy kid!

Cheng Changqing looked at Shi Yan's small appearance. Although the expression on his face was still tense, his eyes were obviously glued to the roast chicken and he couldn't move it. He didn't say much at the moment. Shi Yan ate it.

By the way, I said, "My father said, you eat and live with the abbot, everything is fine, but for food, you must follow the abbot to be vegetarian, how can a child grow up without eating meat?

It would be fine if the abbot was a warrior monk. At the very least, warrior monks should keep fit and not eat meat and fishy food. It's so good now, it's so miserable!

Hey, you eat slowly, I still have it here, how about my cousin quietly sending you something delicious every other day? The location is here, you come carefully, don't let people find out, you know? "

As he said that, he wiped the oil stains from the corner of Shi Yan's mouth, carefully hid the handkerchief, and continued to feed him: "Hey, I don't know what Your Majesty thinks.

You live in my house, whether you live with my mother in the princess mansion, or with my father in his general mansion, or if I get married in two years and set up another mansion outside, you can also live with me, always. Is it more comfortable than being in a temple?

My father is your uncle, can he still abuse you? At least someone at home to serve, much better than being an ascetic in a temple. "

As he spoke, he touched Shi Yan's small bald head: "Hey, what a pity!"

Shi Yan was originally very appetizing, but after being shattered by this thought, from the initial irritability to the later fatigue, it only took a short tea time.

Shi Yan said in his heart: Just with this shattering kung fu, it is really hard to say whether it has been passed down with the abbot and passed down from generation to generation. Could it be inherited?

Shi Yan was full of food and drink, and was chanted by the monk Cheng Changqing. He was so sleepy that he jumped off the stone bench, waved to Cheng Changqing, and walked straight to the backyard wing with his short legs.

Shi Yan just wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

There was no pause in his ears since he woke up. He felt that this body could no longer hold it, especially after he had a soul like him in the body, it was even more difficult to hold on.

Cheng Changqing didn't get angry when he saw Shi Yan like this, and with a good temper, trot two steps to keep up with Shi Yan's pace, holding his hand: "Cousin sent you back, are you sleepy? Children should sleep more in the morning, with a group of Why do monks get up early to do morning classes like monks?

The abbot has been used to this kind of hard life since he was a child, so he didn't notice it. If you are not used to it, you can boldly tell the abbot. If he doesn't agree, you can tell your cousin later that he asked my father to go to the abbot to reason with him. ! "

Shi Yan felt even more sleepy after this thought. He closed his eyes and was dragged forward, and his consciousness began to fall into a drowsiness.

Dazedly, I felt myself falling into an embrace, and I heard a nagging voice like a monk reciting a scripture: "It's just too pitiful to say that this temple is not a place for children to stay!"

Shi Yan thought in a daze: Although this male protagonist is annoying, but his mind seems to be quite normal, how can he do so much **** just to be with the female protagonist?