Chapter 1301 Seeking a Home in the Buddhist Monastery

Jiang Wang had been gone for a long time.

In the dilapidated temple of Sanbao Mountain, Monk Jingli sat cross-legged quietly.

Monks are renunciates, but if there is no "home", where can they "leave"?

The green lamp and the ancient Buddha, the cultivators avoid the world. But if they have never been in the world, what can they avoid?

Since he could remember, he didn't know what his family was. He had never seen his parents. It was Kujue who brought him up.

Some little monks missed their parents and cried.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

In the so-called turbid world, there was no one to place his "missing".

Living in the sound of Sanskrit chanting, rolling in the pile of Buddhist scriptures, and growing up in the sound of bells. Sometimes I would think about what "home" is?

Why do we have to "leave" and why is it hard to leave.

The master said that when they are together, they are home.

Then he understood, and he couldn't leave.

Then he was a little monk seeking "home" in the empty door.

His world is very simple, and this is his home.

Master said Jiang Wang is his junior brother, so he has one more family member.

This is such a happy thing.

So every time he sees Jiang Wang, he is very happy.

He is very happy and hopes that his junior brother is as happy as him.

But today he found out that his junior brother is not happy. It turns out that his junior brother has come to where he is today with such a heavy burden on his shoulders.

He likes to sleep very much, but he doesn't know the feeling of never being able to sleep. He also doesn't know that closing his eyes is the shock of blood and fire.

At this moment, he is sitting alone on the wooden bed, thinking of his junior brother, and feels very sad.

"Jingli! Jingli! Jingli! Jing..."

The thunderous voice, which sounded like a soul-stirring and life-threatening sound, fell into the room and stopped.

The skinny monk Kubing, like a sharp stone, smashed in front of Jingli. He took a look at the pitiful little monk and softened his tone unconsciously, but it was also like a roar: "Why don't you respond when I call you?"

"Uncle Master." Jingli stood up and bowed obediently: "I haven't had time to respond yet, and you..."

"Forget it." Kubing waved his hand and said: "Contact your master, I have something to ask him."

His voice was like a war drum, shaking the room with a buzzing sound.

"Ah?" Jingli stood there, and said innocently, "I can't get in touch with him?"

The next moment, his ears were pulled up, and Kubing grabbed him and said, "You've learned to lie, haven't you? If I hadn't just eavesdropped on your conversation, I would have almost believed you!"

Jingli didn't care about the pain of his ears being pulled, and said angrily, "Uncle Master! How could you eavesdrop on our conversation?!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Kubing knew that he had said something wrong, but he forcibly skipped the topic and maintained the dignity of an elder. His voice was like exploding in Jingli's ears: "Hurry up and contact your master!"

"I won't!" Jingli resisted stubbornly.

Kubing glared at him and raised his hand, and he quickly shrank his neck.

"Okay, okay."

Master often said that a good monk would not suffer a loss in front of him. Jingli has always been obedient, and of course he implemented this concept.

Let your apprentice Jingchen wait!

While lifting the bed board, he reluctantly muttered: "Can't we contact the temple?"

Ku Bing said impatiently: "So much nonsense? Isn't it your master who ignores us?"

"Ha, is that so?"

Jing Li suddenly became happy, feeling that his master had vented his anger.

He still made a seal, poured power into the array pattern, and summoned the round light mirror.

Although the main array pattern of this "round light mirror" is engraved on the back of the bed board, the power that actually supports its operation involves the entire temple. Of course, the most core part is the power left by Ku Jue.

Not long after, Ku Jue responded and appeared in the round light mirror, and said: "Have you been fighting for so long? Just fight casually, forget it, if you really hurt your junior brother, you will pay... Ku Bing, old bald donkey?!"

He glanced at Ku Bing and immediately wanted to cut off the round light mirror.

Ku Bing had already shouted first: "Brother Abbot has something to tell you!"

Ku Jue rolled his eyes: "Brother Abbot's secret art of heart voice is unique in the world. Is it necessary for you, a sickly person, to deliver the message?"

Ku Bing suppressed his anger and said: "You blocked the heart voice, didn't you?"

"Oh, so that's it." Ku Jue was not embarrassed by being exposed, and said indifferently: "Then why are you looking for me, Jianglongyuan can't continue?"

"I said that it was my brother who was looking for you!"

"Then tell me quickly! What are you looking for me for?" Ku Jue shouted back: "Do you think it's easy for my disciple to maintain the round light mirror?"

"Brother asked you to come back!" Ku Bing said it very quickly.

"What?" Ku Jue asked over there.

Ku Bing slowed down his speech and said word by word: "Brother, let, you, come back!"

"Speak louder!" Ku Jue shouted.

"You can come back or not! Anyway, I have delivered the message!" Ku Bing was annoyed and turned away.

Kujue quickly winked at Jingli.

The master and the disciple had a rapport, and Jingli burst into tears: "Master, please come back! I miss you so much!"

"Don't cry, my dear disciple." Kujue quickly persuaded: "Well, okay, for your sake, I will reluctantly agree... Kubing!"

Kubing, who had already walked to the door, stopped and said impatiently: "I heard it!"

"But I can't go back now, let's talk about it later. I still have to cover for my beloved disciple!" Kujue added.

"I said you were fat and you're out of breath, right? You said you're not doing anything right every day, do you really think you're begging at the Hanging Temple..."

Ku Bing turned his head back angrily, but the round mirror had already dissipated...Ku Jue had no intention of listening to what he said next.

He wanted to roar, to rant, to hit someone.

He was filled with anger, but he had no way to vent it.

Finally, he looked at Jing Li, and finally he couldn't vent his anger on the younger generation. He threw his sleeves and walked out of the door, indignant: "It's really a mess, there are no rules! Can this be forgiven?"

Jing Li watched Uncle Ku Bing walk away, and then he patted his chest to relieve his tension.

As for Uncle Ku Bing's talk about rules and what should not be forgiven...

He was actually a little confused.

Leaving the mountain gate was such a serious matter that even he knew that it was impossible to come and go as he pleased.

Why could the master be so willful, and why would the abbot take the initiative to persuade him to come back?

But as witty as he was, he soon found the answer-the master was the most respected monk in the entire Hanging Temple, and the only choice for the next abbot, so how could he not forgive him?

If something happens to the abbot, will the Hanging Temple no longer need an abbot?

Thinking of this, Jingli quickly said, "Oh, sin, sin, I didn't curse the abbot."

He put his palms together and chanted, "Om, Xiulixiuli, Mahaxiuli, Xiuxiuli, Svaha!"

After chanting this mantra to purify his mouth and karma, he was satisfied and put the wooden bed in place and lay on it.

It was too hard today, so I should take a nap...