Of course, the fate did not have a sudden idea to review the homework, but planned to leave the Buddhist scriptures missing in this world at Baoguo Temple, which had all the cause and effect.

I spent some time with Xuanwu before, and although I was surprised that the other party didn't seem to know many of the scriptures I talked about, and I didn't care at that time. I only realized after I put aside the order to pay the country's temple that Xuanwu was not good at Buddhism, because there were really no classics in this world that he was very familiar with.

For example, the Great Prajna Sutra does not exist here, so there is naturally no Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita.

If you have no energy and do not have the ability to recall the 600-volume Great Prajna Sutra. Fortunately, the Heart Sutra is the essence and essence of the Great Prajna Sutra. As long as you read and understand the Heart Sutra, you will be equivalent to mastering the entire content of the Great Prajna Sutra.

You should know that "Buddhism is Prajna, and Prajna is Buddhism." The Heart Sutra is the essence of Prajna, which is the principle, essence and core of the Mahayana Prajna sutra. It not only opens up wisdom, but also in daily practice, this Heart Sutra is a must-read scripture.

Therefore, the first thing left behind by fate is this scripture with only 260 words.

He has worked hard on his calligraphy, and his fonts are well-consistent and well-behaved. In a short while, the classic was finished.

He took out new paper, and the next one was not easy.

The Lotus Sutra of the Mahayana Dharma is a big book with a total of more than 80,000 words, which cannot be completed in one or two days. I silently calculated the time in my mind. There is still some time before the New Year. I can hurry up and I should be able to complete the dictation before leaving.

"What are you doing?" Jin Chan actually appeared on the voluntary occasion.

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment and asked in his heart strangely: "Don't you know what I plan?"

"Since you level 9, your spiritual sense has been strong. Unless you take the initiative to let go of your mind or ask me questions, you will not be able to sense your inner thoughts." Jin Chan was silent for a moment before answering.

Yuan Xing's eyes lit up, so he simply put down his pen and thought silently in his heart.

"You broke the precepts and even cursed in your heart." The golden words of the golden cicada slowly passed by his eyes.

Yuan Xing made a furious statement: "You are still lying to me, is this called not knowing?"

"You are really scolding me..." The golden words were much faster.

Yuan Xing curled his lips, this golden cicada was really treacherous.

Perhaps because his facial expression was too rich, he was looked at by the monk who was entrustment by the side, and then the other party whispered with his companions.

Then Yuan Xing felt the attention of the surrounding eyes, coughed awkwardly, continued to recall the content of the scriptures, and carefully copied them onto the paper.

After a while, the golden cicada appeared again: "If these two sutras can be spread in this world, you will be considered to have the Dharma in full and will definitely have immeasurable merit."

Yuan Xing did not look squintingly, and he picked up his pen and filled with ink again. He said in his heart: "I do this mainly to give back to Baoguo Temple. This merit is not something you can see within one or two years." It is very easy to spread the scriptures just, and you can find a few trusted people to do it. Chen Niansheng and Xuanwu are good candidates. But if you want local believers and monks to recognize the views in the scriptures and learn and understand, you can only leave it to time.

The Water and Land Dharma Assembly is a good opportunity to expand its influence, but the organizer is Baoguo Temple. It is said that although outsiders are allowed to participate in the final debate, the quota has been allocated. When is his turn to leave his hometown alone to come to power?

As soon as these words came out, Jin Chan stopped talking.

Yuanxing also focused all his attention on copying. He had to recall carefully to avoid mistakes and fallacies, and he also had to pay attention to writing and not be contaminated and affected neatness. The speed of writing can be imagined, and it was only when it was dark that he wrote a thousand words.

After rubbing the sour wrist, I carefully packed up the results of today, then I blew out the candle and walked out of the Sutra Library.

Stroll along the already familiar path, enjoying the coolness of the wind and the tranquility of the night.

Seeing that he was about to walk back to the dormitory, his ears suddenly moved, and a few depressing crying and scolding caught his attention. After thinking about it, he changed direction and walked towards the direction where the sound came.

The night after the snow was brighter than before. Under the moonlight, three tall novice monks were blocking a thin figure in the corner, yelling and scolding, and from time to time punching and kicking the figure inside.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Xing's eyesight was amazing, so he naturally saw these people clearly. He had been here for nearly ten days. Although he had not seen all the monks of all sizes in the temple, the people in front of him were familiar with them.

His arrival shocked the people on the outside. When he saw his appearance clearly, he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Although Yuan Xing is just an outsider monk, he is a monk after all, and he is already a half-step innate master. Naturally, these novice monks dare not offend him.

"Master Yuanxing." The leading novice monk clasped against Yuanxing: "Mingxin made a mistake today, and our brothers taught him the rules."

"Rules?" Yuan Xing said lightly: "If you remember correctly, Mingxin is doing things in the dormitory? When will your vegetarian hall teach the rules of the dormitory disciples?" After that, he glanced at Mingxin, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, still lacked a hand. He still remembered that the order was still a tool sent to him by this little novice monk. He was very impressed.

"But..." The tall novice monk didn't expect that the outsider in front of him was so familiar with the belongings of them, and could not help but speak.

"Isn't you leaving yet? Is the rules of Baoguo Temple mean to bully the weak behind your back?" Yuan Xing glared and shouted.

The few people hesitated for a while before leaving in disappointment.

When they walked away, Yuan Xing sighed lightly. There were disputes in places where there were people. With such a huge population in Baoguo Temple, it was inevitable that there was some disgusting in private.

But he couldn't care about this. He stepped forward and helped Mingxin up. Seeing that he was not injured, he patted him on the shoulder with comfort and left.

He naturally didn't take this matter to heart and returned to the dormitory where he lived. Surprisingly, Xuan Wu was there too.

"Why are you back today?" Yuan Xing sat on his couch and asked with a smile.

Chaotian Temple is quite famous in Dali, and is no less than Baoguo Temple. It naturally has countless relationships in Beijing. In recent days, Xuan Wu has visited various places with his brothers every day, often staying until dark, and by the way.

So Xuan Wu rarely comes back, and this room seems to be his own.

"I am a monk, and I always live in the donor's house and it is not in accordance with the rules." Xuan Wu replied, and then his expression turned into admiration and said softly: "Speaking of this, senior brother, I have heard a strange story recently. When Ning Shui Hou entered the capital, he encountered a big monster attack. A holy monk controlled the dragon to help, which caused the monster to seriously injured and retreat. Is that the work of my junior brother?"

"How come I look like a holy monk?" Yuan Xing pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly. How did this news come out? He clearly told the Chen family to keep it confidential.

"The new book of Ning Shuihou will be published soon. It is said that there is a story about a saint monk driving a dragon and fighting a black dragon..." Xuan Wu looked at him happily.
Chapter completed!