The temple was on a nearby hill, and it was easy to recognize, and you could see the yellow temple wall on the verdant hill from a distance.
You can see it at a glance, but you can't take a step when you walk.
And not only can't you take a single step, it's simply that you can't take 10,000 steps Zixi carried the willow on his back, ate a few astringent wild fruits along the way, drank some mountain springs that I didn't know if there were parasites, and didn't dare to close my eyes and slept at the foot of the mountain for a night, and finally arrived at the temple exhausted.
"Help, save people" Zixi raised his weak arm and patted the bronze door of the temple hard, in broad daylight, what kind of door is closed She didn't know that she was shooting the back door of the temple, and inside the door was the temple's stove room.
"Save people," Zixi said with all her might, but it was easily overshadowed by the crisp birdsong of the green trees on the edge of the temple.
As soon as her shoulders fell, the feverish willow slid off her back and slammed headlong against the door, making a loud noise, several times louder than the knock she had just made.
Liu Xing was already burned, and now he passed out directly.
However, this sound finally made the fire monks in the temple hear the movement.
"The boar hit the door" The fire monk was overjoyed, and the axe in his hand went to open the door happily.
I think he has been here for thirty-four years, and he has only eaten wild boar meat once, and that is because the old fire monk can't finish eating it and is afraid that the abbot will find out, so he ate a few bites.
Since then, he has been determined to become a fire monk, hoping that one day he will be able to eat such delicious wild boar again.
It's a pity that this wish has not been realized until the old fire monk returns to the west.
Now when he hears a certain voice, it really makes him happy.
He listened intently for a while, but did not hear any movement, and judged that the boar had either run away or fainted.
With such a loud sound, he probably fainted, but he still cautiously opened a crack in the door, stuffed the axe out first, and swung it a few times, seeing that there was no sound, he couldn't wait to open the door wide.
A probe, stupid.
A little girl at the door, staring at him with round eyes.
He glanced left and right, strange, what about the boar Retracting his gaze, he looked the little girl up and down, how could the boar essence become so skinny He frowned, looking at Zixi, who had no meat on his body, and was very dissatisfied.
I saw that the little girl looked at him without blinking, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the door: "You killed someone" ohygod Even though he secretly hid the little girl and her brother, who was said to have been cut by him, in the firewood room, the incident later alarmed the abbot.
In fact, it could have been covered tightly, but the little girl didn't listen to the precepts he said, and appeared in front of the brothers with the dishes, and was so shocked that the dishes of the brothers slipped and broke several.
This is still a small matter.
But, because of this, he committed the precept of not lying It's a pity that no one can see the pain in his heart.
Back then, he ate the boar because he killed the boar by himself, and he could be regarded as playing a side ball, not breaking the killing ring.
But nowadays He was restless day and day, he couldn't sleep at night, the Buddha was on top, he was also forced by the situation at that time, and he had to break the precepts I still remember that day "You're smart, too."
While chopping vegetables, he looked at the little girl who helped him add fire and water, and then looked at the firewood room where there was no movement, and said, "It's much smarter than your brother." ” He sighed: "It's a pity that you're a woman, otherwise" He pondered in his heart, otherwise how good it would be for multiple apprentices to fight and start Of course, this apprentice has to be recruited from the disciple who has just entered the door, and there have been no new disciples in more than ten years, he can't help but envy his fire burning monk master, how could he be so lucky back then, and used a piece of wild boar to trick him into recognizing the master, so as to be the master's hand for decades.
Now the boy in the firewood room looks very pleasant, but he has a straight face all day long, as if someone owes him.
He felt weak, as if he really owed him something.
He straightened up, but the little girl said it was okay.
"Ahem" Zixi choked on the smoke, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, saw that the fire was big enough, added a few more firewood, then stood up and turned behind the fire monk.
Behind him was a large pot of freshly cooked cabbage, and next to him was a small bowl for her and Liu Xing.
"I'll take the food," Zixi said, scooping some food with a big iron spoon.
"Hmm."
The fire monk heard the sound of the bowls and spoons colliding behind him, and did not turn his head, and said, "Come back quickly, busy," and as he spoke, he put the vegetables that had cut a cutting board into the pot, grabbed a few more green vegetables, and cut them rustling.
Zixi rolled his eyes, picked up a large pot of vegetables, and walked towards a house with some difficulty.
The fire-burning monk neatly cut the dish on the next cutting board, fell it down, and turned around to grab the iron spoon and prepare to tinker a few times.
But He turned his head suddenly, the big pot with vegetables on the wooden table was gone, and in the small clay bowl specially used for the sisters and brothers in the firewood room, half a bowl of cabbage was steaming.
A bad premonition flashed in his heart, and sure enough, as soon as he looked up, he saw the little girl struggling to hold a large vegetable pot, just about to cross the corner not far away, and after the corner was the dining hall of the senior brothers.
Before he could finish his words, he instinctively threw something at her, trying to get her back as soon as possible.
However, when he saw the iron spoon that was cooking vegetables, drumming in a big circle in mid-air, he chuckled in his heart, it was over He hated himself for not holding a cabbage in his hand, but an iron spoon He also hated why he had developed the skill of throwing firewood with one hand, and he chopped firewood on weekdays, and he picked it up and threw it away, and now he is too As if in slow motion, he watched as the iron spoon hit the back of the little girl's head with a 100% hit, and the little girl staggered, and the vegetable bowl fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling around the corner.
He hated it at the time, why was this spoon made of iron, if it was made of wood, it wouldn't have been smashed so much, maybe it was just a pain that just knocked her.
When he rushed over, he only heard a few clay bowls breaking, and then And then, he was tragic.
Under the strange gazes of the brothers, he stood in front of the abbot with the two little ones.
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