"Well, yes, it's very fresh, you can try it." Monk Kongxu had already drunk half a bowl.

Looking at the bright mushrooms floating in the porridge, Wusheng felt unsure and put down his chopsticks.

"Master, I'm not very hungry, you can eat it first." After that, he left, found the vegetables and pancakes prepared for them from the village during the day, and ate two to satisfy his hunger.

After dinner, he went to find Monk Kongxu and learned the mantra of rebirth from him. This Buddhist scripture was not long, but it was a bit difficult to talk about. Wusheng read it several times and then remembered it. Monk Kongxu saw this and praised him for being a monk.

What is this a big comment? Wusheng’s heart.

Wusheng was too lazy to talk to him, so he went back to his room, but he didn't sleep, but sat cross-legged and recited the Heart Sutra of Prajna. After these two close contacts with ghosts, he found that he had a strong effect on these ghosts, and the more he focused his concentration, the more powerful the effect. The chanting of the scripture itself can make people calm and concentrate, which complement each other. The first thing he has to do now is to memorize the scriptures and keep them in mind.

That night, he slept late, but it was particularly fragrant, without nightmares, and he was awake until dawn.

During breakfast, he found that Monk Kongxu and Wudou had two faces, their faces were sallow, their affectionate and listless, and they had deep bags of their eyes. After conversation, they learned that they had vomited and had diarrhea all night last night.

Mushrooms, they must be those mushrooms.

Wusheng is very grateful for how foresighted he is.

On this day, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the sun is brilliant. Then for these monks in Lanruo Temple, it is still a day without much trouble.

Abbot Kong Kong didn't know where he went. Kongxu and Wudou were exhausted. One lay on the bed and read books that were not suitable for children, and the other lay on the bed staring at the ground in a daze. They used their actions to interpret what it means to do something and love something.

This also made Wusheng realize that his previous guess was correct, and there was no normal person in this temple!

The temple during the day was equally quiet, extremely quiet. Wusheng was alone, reciting scriptures and practicing palms. For some reason, today he was able to slap two palms, but after the second palm was slapping out, the feeling of being hollowed out even more.

"It's still too crisp, you need to exercise more."

Realizing the problem, he had to solve it. He began to develop exercise plans, simple push-ups, squat, and run around the temple.

The next day, his master, Monk Kongxu, put down his beloved book, dragged his sick body to talk to him for a long time, and asked him if he was bored on the mountain and what he wanted to eat, meat, which made Wusheng stunned. Later, he understood what Kongxu meant, because he was worried that he would be bored here.

"Master, I'm exercising and strengthening my physical fitness. If you are so fat, you have to exercise regularly to be good for your health." Wusheng explained, and finally let Kongxu dispel his doubts and allowed him to continue his exercise plan.

On the third day after they went down the mountain, someone went up the mountain, and there were still three people, the dead Ning Aniu's wife, son and his younger brother. They came to thank Kongxu and Wusheng for their sake and burn incense.

It was a coincidence that Abbot Kong Kong was also there. He rarely came forward in person. He seemed very happy. After all, there were not many outsiders in this temple all year round, and they were all over the day. It was indeed a bit too boring.

Wusheng is in a good mood and is really grateful for the feeling of being thanked by others. It’s simply too good. How to say it is that it is comfortable from the inside out and from the heart, just like in the brilliant spring, I saw flowers blooming all over the mountains.

They didn't bring any money for incense. After all, the people at the foot of the mountain didn't have much spare money, but they brought a bag of rice, which was considered a pity. The abbot smiled and accepted it, and personally sent it to the temple gate.

"Empty and Wusheng, you have done a good job in this matter." The abbot said with a smile.

Monk Kongxu did not say any polite words like "It's the senior brother who is good at the leader", but just smiled.

At this moment, they all felt a special satisfaction and pleasure, and the feeling of lifelessness became even more strange. He felt that his body seemed very warm and comfortable, and he attributed it to spiritual growth.

At this time, Wudou still looked at the sky and stared blankly.

"Master, have you always been like this?" Wusheng asked curiously.

After several days of contact, he found that this senior brother rarely said anything, and his favorite thing to do was to be dazed.

"No, it was pretty good at the beginning. The abbot took him down the mountain once and then came back like this. Maybe he was thinking about Xiaowei." Monk Kongxu said.

"Xiao Wei, who is that?"

"The girl in Chunfeng Tower." Monk Kongxu said.

"Chunfeng Tower?" Wusheng muttered twice, "What's the good thing about this name?"

"brothel!"

He suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a place when he was in Jinhua City. There were some beautiful and gorgeous girls standing at the door, glaring at him and insisting on pulling him in and sitting. Wusheng had lost all his strength before he broke free.

"Shh, shhh, shh, don't be heard by the Buddha!" ​​Monk Kongxu pointed to the Buddha statue not far away.

"You've looked at Uncle Huang in front of him, are you afraid that he will hear this mess?"

"It's different. I just look at it. It's about honing my mind and practicing."

"Okay, you always have a reason. I can't tell you. However, the abbot is really good. He actually led his apprentice to the brothel?!"

"Don't misunderstand, the abbot's original intention was to save those who have gone on the wrong path, and hope they can return to the wrong path."

"Stop talking nonsense with me, what's the result?"

"After coming back, Wudou felt like he had lost his soul, and he was inactive in everything he did, and kept muttering Xiaowei." Monk Kongxu said.

"Hey, why haven't I heard him read it?" Wusheng said in surprise after hearing this.

"The abbot's senior brother thought he was quarrel, so he slapped him more than a dozen mouths, and took him down the mountain again. He was like this after he came back." Kongxu said.

"Oh, it turns out that there is such an interesting story! Master, let me tell you your story?"

"It's time for me to read a book." After saying that, Kongxu turned around and left.

"Don't rush to leave. Is it interesting to read that book every day?"

Time passed day by day, and a week passed in a blink of an eye. Wusheng realized that one sentence was right.

If you want to ruin a person, the best way is to leave him idle and have nothing to do.

This is basically what he meant. He felt that he was about to lose his life. Although he could now play three palms every day and tried to practice the second palm - Vajra Push Mountain, it took less than half an hour to finish. In addition, the exercise was only one hour, and there was still half a day left to do nothing.
Chapter completed!