It is said that after a banquet, Lao Chen drunkenly told the experience on his way to Beijing, and proudly announced that the specific details would be written in the vernacular book for everyone to watch.

Whether he really made a mistake after drinking, or made Yuanxing famous, or simply because he was itchy and lost the subject matter, Yuanxing's deeds of eliminating monsters have spread in the upper circle of the capital.

If you change someone, you may wish you this, or you may be favored by the emperor with your reputation.

It may not be a good thing for fate. He is a parallel person, but he does not have the ability to be a master of the dragon. The real ability of Jin Cicada is now half-dead. If someone really wants to compete with him...

That was definitely a tragedy.

Fortunately, according to Xuan Wuyan, Lao Chen lived in a remote place with his father. Whether it was to hide his weakness or really like him, he wandered around for many years and was always famous for his unreliability in the aristocratic circle. Many people think this story is just his crazy words after drinking.

The current story does not mention the name of Yuanxing. In addition to the Chen family, Xuan Wu can guess something in the capital.

Before the storybook was published, there was still some purity.

"We should hurry up." Yuan Xing recited silently in his heart. He made up his mind to speed up the progress and left the Baoguo Temple, which had many practitioners before his reputation spread.

After morning class the next day, he found the Zhike Monk and told him about his plans to leave before the New Year.

The orders are always free, and the other party agreed after verbally trying to keep them.

After quickly completing the work assigned to him, Yuan Xing plunged into the Sutra Tower.

Although he was in a hurry, he could not ignore Buddhist scriptures at all. He was refreshed and wrote them in a refreshing way. One by one, the strong and elegant words appeared on the paper. He still wrote steadily and did not appear to be rushing.

After writing a paragraph, you will stop writing and check if there are any mistakes before continuing.

Suddenly, someone came close to him and might have seen that there was not much ink, so he pressed the inkstone with his bare elbow and began to grind the ink with his other complete hand.

Yuan Xing paused, looked up, then withdrew his gaze, continued to bow his head, and the pen was trampled.

Throughout the morning, his eyes remained on paper and never looked at the visitor.

After lunch, they continued to copy the vegetarian food. Not long after, the figure came again and still stood by and grind the ink for him. From the beginning to the end, one of them wrote carefully and the other watched silently, and there was no conversation between them.

Two days later, on the morning of the third day, the progress of the copying of the Lotus Sutra was halfway through. Yuan Xing suddenly removed only 30% of the paper and threw it into the Sutra again.

First write the name "The Sutra of the Mahayana Mahaprajna Paramita Sutra of the Southern Sect, Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of the Divine Sect, at the Dafan Temple in Shaozhou."

He glanced at the person who was stunned by his name, smiled, and then wrote: "Master Shi went to Baolin. The governor of Wei of Shaozhou, Ming Ju and the bureaucrats entered the mountain. He asked the teacher to go out. He opened his fate to preach the Dharma for the people. The master was promoted to the seat. More than 30 governors, more than 30 scholars of Confucianism, more than 1,000 monks, nuns, Taoism and secular people. He also made a ceremony. He wished to hear the Dharma..."

Unlike before, I remember the content of the writing this time very well, so I am confident in writing and the small regular script font is smooth, and there are only a few places that require stop writing and recalling.

Before noon, the first one of the travelers was finished. Yuan Shu breathed a sigh of relief, put down his brush, looked around, and saw that many monks had gone to the dining hall. There were three people in the distance who were packing their belongings. They probably couldn't hear them talking here, so he asked the person beside him who was grinding the ink: "Did you understand?" The person he asked was fourteen or five years old and was extremely thin, which was Mingxin who occasionally helped him a few days ago.

Mingxin heard his question, Zhimo's hand trembled, and then murmured: "Some are OK, some are not quite understandable."

Yuan Xing lowered his eyes for a while, suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Why did you become a monk?"

Mingxin pursed her lips and said quietly: "A few years ago, there were bandits in the village. The master passing by in Meng Temple survived after he rescued him. He has been ordained since then."

"Do you like Buddhism?" Yuan Xing asked.

"I like it." Mingxin was stunned again, and then hurriedly said: "Students have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures in recent years and often listen to the explanations of the masters. But their qualifications are dull and they do not seek much understanding."

Yuan Xing just nodded, thought for a while, put away all the paper with dry handwriting under the other party's eager eyes, and then asked again: "What do you don't understand what I wrote?"

Mingxin hesitated a little, and then said after a while: "The students have never heard of Shaozhou, Fanyang and other places in our dynasty. What is the Ruliao? Who are the Fifth Ancestors?"

Yuan Xing sighed lightly: "Maybe the things in this scripture happened in other countries or even other worlds, and place names and characters are naturally different from Dali." After a pause, another sudden question said: "Which sentence do you like the most?"

Ming Xin didn't even think about answering directly: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?"

Yuan Xingting was in a state of mind, staring at the other party with sharp eyes, Zhengrong asked, "Why do you like it?"

Now, Mingxin's round face turned red, but she couldn't understand the reasons in her heart.

Seeing this, Yuan Xing calmed down his expression and chuckled, "I like it too..." After saying that, he ignored Mingxin, who was stunned, and cleaned up and went to eat.

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After finishing his work in the afternoon, Yuanxing came to the old position of the Sutra Building and began to continue copying the Lotus Sutra. When he came to the heart, he still had a smell of dust on his body when he was close.

Yuan Xing glanced at him lightly, changed the paper again, and replaced the content of the writing with the "Platform Sutra".

When I was at the lantern, the Prajna Chapter came to an end. I rubbed my sore wrist and cleaned it up by myself. I walked out of the Sutra Tower. During this period, I didn't say the first half of the sentence to Mingxin, but only took a look before leaving.

When he arrived outside the building, a cold wind blew, and the coolness poured into the collar made Yuan Xing frown. However, he was unmoved and still kept his hands on his back and waited quietly in the wind. His robe was blown and he looked like a master.

After a while, he swept the thin figure at the entrance of the building from the corner of his eyes, and then he continued to move forward.

Mingxin trotted all the way, and then took a step away from him before he followed slightly with a breath.

The two still had no communication, and the route they were traveling became more and more remote. Finally, they reached a quiet place. Yuan Xing slowly spoke: "Do you don't understand the content of the afternoon?"

"I don't understand very much." Mingxin answered honestly.

Yuan Xing smiled slightly and said, "Do you still remember the morning content?"

Mingxinzhen did not expect that he would not ask about the scriptures he wrote in the afternoon, but instead mentioned the content of the morning. After hesitating, he recited the entire work from the text, and there was no mistake during this period.

Yuan Xing nodded while walking. This person really cannot be compared with others. He consciously read and memorized scriptures. He has been studying Buddhism for more than 20 years. The reason why he can recite many Buddhist scriptures is because of the daily contact and careful study. However, the little novice monk only read it and wrote it himself in the morning and remembered the whole article. This memory is really solid.

After sighing in his heart, Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, glanced at the surrounding environment, and asked, "Where is this?"

"Prajna Academy!" Mingxin was puzzled. It was clearly the other party who brought him here, so why didn't you know where this place was?
Chapter completed!