The next day, at dawn, the heavy snow had stopped. Before dawn, the soldiers came to the temple to see Shen Guang. When they saw the young man who had cleaned his face, his face was as gentle as jade, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance was graceful. Even the team no longer suspected that the man was from a large family.

"Master, this gentleman, please ask you!"

When the team was leading the soldiers to say goodbye, they took away the token of the cavalry lieutenant found in the armor of Shenguang. They delayed for two days and returned to the city and needed an explanation to guard the place.

The rest of the things brought back by the warriors were cleaned up by the monks and put them in the monastery. When everyone left, Chen Guang opened his eyes.

This era was unfamiliar to him. He didn't know where he was or how to survive. The only thing that made him feel at ease was that he was in a temple. Maybe he could become a monk in this temple and learn linguistics first.

The warm winter sun shines in the colorful glass windows in the pane, and the light is colorful.

When the gate of the monastery was pushed open, Shen Guang's eyes narrowed. Before the water and rice were in, he was already very hungry. He suddenly smelled the faint fragrance of porridge, and he could no longer hold it back.

Seeing the young man on the bed awaken, the little novice monk who was serving the porridge couldn't help but feel happy, "You are awake, this is really great. It must be that the Buddha heard us recite the scriptures sincerely..."

Chen Guang didn't expect that the little monk who came was a chatterbox and kept chatting, but he couldn't understand what he was saying, so he could only stare at the bowl of steaming rice porridge.

"Ah, my husband must be hungry, so the little monk will feed him the husband to drink porridge."

The little novice monk was stared at by Chen Guang and finally understood. He quickly put down the porridge bowl, helped Chen Guang up, and carefully fed him the porridge.

A large bowl of millet porridge that was so boiled was soon seen. Chen Guang felt warm in his stomach and some strength was also generated in his tired body. The little novice monk was still talking nonstop, "Langjun, where are you from? Captain Wang said you are a noble person..."

Chen Guang finally realized the feeling of the monkey when he was about to strangle Tang Sanzang with his intestines, but now he can't speak. What else can he do besides keeping his cheek muscles in brackets!

In the eyes of the little shaman, the young man who woke up smiled and listened to him from beginning to end, without any impatientness, which moved him very much. In the temple, his senior brothers didn't like to pay much attention to him except for practicing. This is the first time that anyone can hear so many things he said.

"A lot of knowledge, don't bother to ask your husband to rest, and you won't go to practice well!"

Suddenly, the familiar voice of the little novice monk came from outside the monastery. He quickly picked up the porridge and spoon and responded, "Yes, abbot."

"Mr. Lang is weak and needs to rest for two days before he can walk down the ground."

Fa Neng Wei Chen Guang took the pulse again and said, then he looked at the young man who looked clear after waking up and frowned slightly.

At this time, Chen Guang raised his hand, pointed at his throat, and then opened his mouth, but he made a sound of ah ah.

"Your husband can't speak?"

Looking at the old monk's confusion expression in front of him, Chen Guang thought for a moment and nodded. Then he thought that he would never see his parents again, and his sadness naturally appeared on his face. He was also sad because of his name. He thought that this man didn't know what sad things he had encountered, and he was so sad!

"Amitabha, although I don't know what sad things are for you, but once you survive, you can see that you have the will of heaven in the dark, and you must not give up on yourself."

Seeing that Chen Guang's eyes seemed to be disgusted with the world, the Dharma could recite the Buddha's name, and he also told Chen Guang to live and rest and leave the temple after he was ready to rest.

Chen Guang was resting in bed for two consecutive days. On the second day, the little shami, who was called "Dongyin", also gave him some pickles and pickled radishes, which were no longer bland and tasteless.

On the third day, Chen Guang could already walk down the ground, and in the courtyard of the monastery, he could hear the chanting of scriptures coming from outside. When he stopped and listened, he looked at every concentration and thoughtful look.

In Fa Neng's eyes, the man Chen, who was saved by the warriors, probably had experienced life and death, so he had some enlightenment. He went to the meditation several times and saw that when he listened to the chanting of the scriptures, he seemed to have gained something in his expression.

"I want to copy scriptures and worship Buddha, and I ask the abbot to fulfill his wish!"

Chen Guang dipped it in clean water on the table and wrote. He now knew that the old monk in front of him was the abbot of the temple. However, the old monk was very busy and rarely had time to see him. Usually, the little novice monk named Duowen gave him food, drinking and water, and cleaned the bowels.

"Then I'll have a hard time."

Fa Neng smiled and nodded. Zanmo Temple was a temple worshipped by the royal family of the Khotan Kingdom, but there were only a few monks who could write books in the temple, and they were all disciples he brought from Chang'an. It is a good thing that one more person can copy Buddhist scriptures now.

Let Duowen take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and take into account the fact that Shen Guang's disease has just recovered, and he only let him copy the Heart Sutra less than 300 words.

After lit the sandalwood and cleaned her hands with clean water, Shen Guang took a brush and dipped it ink and began to write the Heart Sutra on paper. He used to be a music teacher at school, but occasionally he also worked in art classes, and was involved in Chinese painting and calligraphy. As for the process of copying Buddhist scriptures, the school learned it with students in a temple with the most incense-rich temple when the school was doing Chinese studies activities.

In Fa Neng's eyes, this Shen Langjun is indeed a child of a large family. The elegant and profound attitude when copying Buddhist scriptures is very comfortable.

Chen Guang concentrated on his mind when copying the scriptures. The entire Heart Sutra was written in silence. There was no pause in the middle and it was completed in one go. He could nod his head when he saw the Dharma at home. In his opinion, this man Chen must have been a lay Buddhist who worshiped the Buddha very diligently, otherwise why would he be so familiar with it?

The Dharma Neng left with satisfaction. The Heart Sutra was translated by Master Xuanzang after he returned to the east. Its words were both "faithful and elegant", which was the most reflective of the subtle meaning of Buddhism among the Buddhist scriptures. Among the royal families and nobles of Anxi, the Heart Sutra was extremely popular. In the past, only a few disciples copied most of the scriptures, and it was difficult to take into account the Heart Sutra. Now that someone can finally make up for this void, it is really great.

Duowen was left to serve Shen Guang. After Chen Guang finished writing the Heart Sutra, he asked Duowen to recite the sutras for him, and he would pick the pronunciation word by word. In addition to the Heart Sutra, there were also several other Buddhist scriptures that Chen Guang could read from time to time in his spare time, and listen to Duowen and recite at the same time.

On the seventh day, most of the bruises on Chen Guang's body healed. In addition to copying the Heart Sutra and listening to the scriptures, he also practiced swords and guns in the courtyard outside the monastery every morning. The sword technique was the Xinyou sword technique routine that was restored to later generations, and the gun technique only practiced the technique of mid-line assassination.

Whenever Chen Guang practiced martial arts, Duowen would watch from the side with great envy. He was a branch of the royal family in the Khotan royal family. Although his surname was Yuchi, he was sent to Zanmo Temple because of his poor family. He yearned for the Anxi Army of the Tang Dynasty and wanted to become a warrior of the Tang Dynasty.

Duowen couldn't understand what Shen Guang practiced, like the midline sting back and forth, which made him feel the most bored. Chen Guang held a horizontal knife in his hand and practiced the Xinyou sword technique. When he advanced and retreated like the wind, he would applaud when the sword light rolled over.

Half a month later, Chen Guang learned the pronunciation of the Tang Dynasty in this era, and copied the Heart Sutra five hundred times. After Duowen sent the copying of the Heart Sutra to Fa Neng, he said to Duowen, "I will teach you to read."

"Mr. Chen, you...you can speak!"

Duowen looked at Chen Guang who was talking and was stunned. He once thought that Chen Langjun was a mute, and the abbot also said that Chen Langjun had suffered a major change and had lost his voice, and perhaps he would not be able to speak in his life.

"Don't you?"

"I'm willing!"

Although Chen Guang's accent sounded a little awkward, Duowen had no time to take care of it and quickly agreed.
Chapter completed!