Chapter 260

After writing, I felt much more comfortable. After picking up the broom on the ground and cleaning all the Buddha statues in the corner, I began to walk unsteadily towards the main hall of the temple.

There is a senior brother who sits there and reads the Buddhist Scriptures for many years. The Buddhist scriptures in his hand seem to be endless. New scriptures appear every day.

It's like this omnipotent elder martial brother dug up a relic of an eminent monk and let his cheap master stay in his Sutra hall for more than a month.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang inexplicably accelerated his pace under his feet.

The elder martial brother said yesterday that he had learned the basic common fonts. From today on, he will start to explain geography and people's livelihood to him.

Compared with the boring Buddhist scriptures, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to know more about the vast land ruled by the Great Yuan Dynasty and the customs of every city in the world he lived in.

To appreciate the ends of the earth that he may not reach in his life, and to ask if there is really an overseas Penglai fairy mountain.

These are too novel for Zhu Yuanzhang who has not broadened his horizons, which makes his heart surging.

He couldn't explain why. He just felt that if he knew more and more, one day, he would use his feet to go out of the small temple that temporarily sheltered him from the wind and rain, go out to see the huge thing that swayed and swayed, and appreciate the world that gave birth to him and raised him.

While thinking, Zhu Yuanzhang pushed open the door of the main hall and saw Gu Zheng, who devoutly recited the Buddhist scriptures before the innermost case. It seems that this mysterious senior brother has never had any reaction due to the change of foreign things.

He lifted his eyelids lightly, just pointed to the seat where Zhu Yuanzhang had been sitting for a long time, and looked at the book in his hand again without saying a word.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was outside the door, sat down obediently and began to copy the big characters learned yesterday on a piece of rough paper that was not big enough.

These things called homework will be kept in an exercise book. According to his senior brother, they will be bound into a book for his memorial after graduation.

I can more intuitively see where the progress is, know what I have learned, detect my shortcomings, and a kind of memory after many years.

Zhu Yuanzhang thinks this is a good practice. Now he occasionally takes the exercise book saved in the eldest martial brother and looks at it. He will find that the handwriting alone is much better than what he wrote a month ago.

However, after Zhu Yuanzhang wrote an imperial character again, he subconsciously looked at the handout made by his senior brother on Gu Zheng's case. The natural, handsome and unspeakable graceful and romantic fonts on it made Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth water with envy.

Elder martial brother's handwriting is really beautiful.

It is several times more beautiful than the font of the old Confucian scholar he saw in the school in the village when he was a child herding cattle to the landlord's house.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who buried himself in the book, didn't realize that through this month's life and study, he rarely used the word "living hell" when he mentioned the big senior brother in front of him on weekdays.

What's more, he sincerely called the elder martial brother. Sometimes, Zhu Yuanzhang felt that the young monks in this small temple could go to the same school outside.

Who doesn't get hit by the board there.

I didn't even know that I had been beaten by Gu Zheng to Zhu Yuanzhang, and then wrote down.

At this time, Gu Zheng, who was holding the Scriptures, wandered out of the sky.

Because the tearful little green ball in his mind finally sent out Gu Zheng's nightmare, which belonged to the monks of Huangjue temple, and was about to come.

But now, Gu Zheng still has a more important thing to deal with, because in his mind, there is a video recorded by xiaoforgetshu with its new ability to release the seal in order to please him.

Three dimensional real-time monitoring.

In one third of an acre of Huangjue temple, every corner is shrouded in the new skill of laughing and forgetting books.

Just like the surveillance of the camera, it recorded every bit of life in the temple.

Now, the video played in Gu Zheng's mind is the information that xiaoforgetshu feels it necessary to make a small report to Gu Zheng.

In the hall of the side hall, Zhu Yuanzhang sweeps the floor, still brooms, inner activities, and the lens of writing inscriptions behind the statue of Buddha are now playing back in Gu Zheng's mind.

When the video was finished, Gu Zheng sighed thoughtfully.

People can have no faith, but always have a little more awe.

In such a world, if you can't even be awed, he can't guarantee how lawless a person will be in the end.

Looking at the round chapter head written with his head down in front of him, Gu Zheng didn't know how to guide his heart for a moment.

If this feeling of recklessness continues until he becomes an emperor, and not many people can press on his head and restrict it, will he be more unscrupulous.

What a terrible thing it is that the monks sheltered by the temple disrespect the Buddha and the emperors pushed by the people are not close to the people.

Such worries continued until Gu Zheng finished his daily teaching and returned to his meditation room without knowing it.

Under the weak reminder of the abbot ball in his mind, he recovered from his thinking.

"Excuse me, does the host extract the reward of the previous basic task?"

"Yes!"

Alas, if you want so much, you'd better get the character prize first.

He really doesn't want to take this infrastructure. It's useless now. It still occupies the space of his backpack.

It's not like other rewards can overlap. If he smokes too much, his 20 grid basic backpack will be filled.

As Gu Zheng's answer fell, a golden pilgrim Hall fell into Gu Zheng's hands.

This view is for the subsequent development and expansion of incense and for the families of pilgrims from large families who come to add incense and oil money.

From Gu Zheng's point of view, the Zen houses in this row, which are simple and do not lose Buddhist nature, are low-key but comfortable, and are really high-end and high-grade.

It can definitely make those who have the money to come to Shangxiang to stay feel at home.

Coupled with the Buddha aura in the room, Gu Zheng followed Zhu Yuanzhang's surname whenever he stayed here all night and didn't throw all the money in his pocket into the box of charity.

However, this thing is of no use to the current Huangjue temple and even his task.

He began to recite silently like chanting scriptures. With a low-key and forbearing Gu Zheng, he opened the turntable of his lucky draw.

"Do you want to use the lucky draw for this basic task?"

"Yes!"

"The lucky draw begins... Congratulations to the host. He sneaked into the dream with the wind and moistened the object silently. Would you like to use it now?"

What's this?

Gu Zheng, who was always very careful, looked at the description of the Amulet of the general system of this yellow and powerful amulet.

There is a small line of instructions next to the miraculous talisman. Don't use it blindly without knowing anything. If you don't waste resources, it may be counterproductive.

After he looked at it carefully three times, he said, "use it now."

"Will the host use this talisman for? 1. All the monks of Huangjue temple, 2. Designated individual manifestation?"

Gu Zheng waved his big hand and chose the most cost-effective option: "all the monks of Huangjue temple."

So after Gu Zheng's choice was determined, the little talisman floated in the air. After the golden light was prosperous, it fell into Gu Zheng's hands.

The small characters in the remaining line of explanation have also become the number of times that the manifesting Rune can be used.

The 23 above makes Gu Zheng understand that this thing can be used twice.

This is really a good thing to publicize feudal superstition. Gu Zheng, a hamster, carefully placed it in his backpack, which is still empty now.

When all this was done, he began to look at the manifesting talisman and play the edited Buddha Manifesto in the minds of the monks in the whole temple.

A Buddha as like as two peas in the temple of the emperor's temple, with compassion and compassion, stood outside the temple of Emperor Huang Jue. Some hesitated to look inside the temple, and the feet that he wanted to get in, but as if they were obstructed, they could not get in.

The monks in their sleep were very nervous when they saw this scene. One by one, they flew to the temple gate to welcome the arrival of the Buddha.

"Welcome the real Buddha to the small temple! Please move the Buddha to the side hall and accept a incense offering from our little monk."

But who knows, the Buddha at the gate of Huangjue Temple shook his head and returned: "I was stationed in this temple, and now I need to leave."

The monks of Huangjue temple were very frightened, especially the old host. They didn't even wear monk shoes and white socks. They stopped outside the door barefoot.

While running, he asked, "what should I do? Never, never. How can there be no Buddha in a temple?"

But the Buddha at the door was very determined. He looked inside the door and said, "the Lord asked me to leave here and find another way out."

With that, he dissipated a little reluctantly at the gate of Huangjue temple.

As soon as this realistic scene was over, the monks who had fallen asleep in the whole Huangjue Temple woke up.

The most exaggerated is Gu Zheng's master. He really ran barefoot towards the mountain road where he didn't even have a temple gate.

After repeatedly confirming that there was no trace of Buddha's manifestation, Yousi directly recruited the monks who had no idea of sleeping in the whole temple and went straight to the side hall.

As the candles in the side hall were lit, the host with a small oil lamp carefully inspected the Buddha statue he didn't observe very much on weekdays.

Sure enough, all the monks saw this sentence written behind the statue of Buddha.

This made the old host, who was rarely in charge in Huangjue temple, feel bad. He left his nose and tears full of heartache at that time.

"No desire, no desire, where are you? Come and have a look. There is a black sheep in our temple. Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

"Come and take care of it. If you don't care, the Buddha will leave!"

Gu Zheng, who couldn't stand such a cry, unfolded his monk's robe, clicked in the direction of Zhu Yuanzhang, who had shrunk behind his second brother from the beginning, pointed his finger behind the Buddha statue and ordered: "Zhu Yuanzhang, go and erase your words!"

"It's late today. After finishing this work, go back to your room and go to bed."

"If you have anything to say in class tomorrow morning."

"Also, master, don't cry. The Buddha didn't get angry or leave angrily, but was reluctant to give up."

"Doesn't this just mean that our little temple serves fairly well, and he doesn't intend to leave?"

"It's no use crying. When the earthly Lord said in his mouth erases the handwriting that ordered him to leave, won't he come back again?"

"Don't worry. He's reluctant to leave when a devout monk like Shifu attends him. The war is in chaos."

Gu Zheng didn't say much later. Those monks who have experienced troubled times can understand by mending their brains.