The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 260 The Old Nun Finding Faults

Just as Song Qingyue was working hard to promote the great cause of science education, the old nun in the temple started acting like a demon again.

For the first time, Song Qingyue said that since she came to the temple to clean up, she should study Buddhist scriptures, and asked Song Qingyue to copy the "Yan Leng Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", and "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" seven times each.

Song Qingyue got the scriptures, opened the first page of "Yan Leng Sutra", and frowned: "So I heard. For a while. The Buddha was in Shiluo Raft City. Only Huan Abode. With the great monks. Thousand 250 Everyone. All are great arhats without omissions. The abbot of the Buddha. He is good and surpasses all beings. He can be in the land. He has achieved majesty. He turns the wheel from the Buddha. It is a testament. It is strict and pure. It spreads the three worlds..."

"WTF!"

After reading for a few seconds, Song Qingyue closed the scriptures.

Master Sanzang’s translation is really hard. Song Qingyue also listened to Buddhist lectures in her previous life, but she really couldn’t understand it. It’s not as easy to understand as the "Book of Changes" that Li Zhao told her. Song Qingyue thinks that she can’t understand such a profound Buddhist teaching with her own IQ. , decisively handed over the scriptures to Mo Ran to practice calligraphy.

Mo Ran has the best handwriting in several Moli halls. The old nun has never seen Song Qingyue's handwriting, so the arduous task of copying the scriptures should be left to Mo Ran, which is enough to get away with it.

After that, the old nun found that Song Qingyue slept until very late every day before getting up.Every day when the ugly hour came, the little nun was sent to call Song Qingyue to get up and do morning lessons with the monks and nuns in the temple.

The morning class is to meditate and recite the Shurangama Mantra or the Great Compassion Mantra.

The Buddha's cross-legged meditation posture is deadly, and both feet have to be broken to the thighs. Song Qingyue felt that her knees and ankles were about to be broken by the group of nuns, and howled like a pig in the hall: " Pain, pain, pain! Woohoo! You group of evil people who torture the living in the name of Buddha! The Buddha will not forgive you! Ah, it hurts to death!"

"Shut up! Miss Song San, are you going to blaspheme the Buddha?"

"Bah! The person who blasphemed the Buddha is obviously you, an old demon nun! Woohoo, it hurts, hurts, hurts, Your Highness! Husband! Brother Azhao, come back and save Yue'er! Yue'er is about to be bullied by these demon nuns!" died!"

Song Qingyue struggled and yelled, Zeng Maozhi couldn't stand it, and suddenly appeared and pushed the group of nuns away, stopped in front of Song Qingyue, and said seriously to Mrs. Jingxuan: "Master, please don't torture me on purpose. Our princess!"

"Torture?" Jingxuan was frightened by the man who suddenly came in, "Who are you? How did you appear here? This is the place where the female relatives have morning classes, and men are not allowed in! Get out quickly! "

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists and said: "I am the personal guard of Prince Su's son, who is ordered to protect the safety of the princess, and please don't hurt our princess!"

"Ha!" Jingxuan seemed to have heard some joke, and said: "Shizi Concubine? The third girl of Song Dynasty is already a shaved and clean-spirited person, and has nothing to do with Su Wangfu, please leave quickly!"

"Master! The concubine is still the concubine! The Holy Majesty only let the concubine come here to clean up. The palace did not write any resignation documents, and the majesty did not issue an edict to demote her to a commoner. She is still the concubine of the Su palace. Master, please be more respectful!"

What Zeng Maozhi said was righteous, and Song Qingyue lay down on the ground and wailed at the right time: "It hurts so much, my knee is going to break, woo woo woo, it's going to break!"

At this time, another row of black-clothed guards appeared at the entrance of the main hall, frightening Jingxuan's face even paler, and the group of old nuns behind her who wanted to come forward to teach Song Qingyue a lesson were also frightened by such a battle. move.

Never encountered such.

Which of the women who came to this temple was not abandoned by the family, how could there be so many servants by her side?

What's more, all of them are vicious guards with knives.

Just relying on the nuns who do rough work in the temple on weekdays, they can't beat them at all!

Mo Ju and Mo Lan came in with their heads down, and helped Song Qingyue out who was still screaming.

Zeng Maozhi clasped his fists at Master Jingxuan, led the group of men in black whoosh and disappeared.

In the main hall where the morning classes were held, there were small buzzing discussions.

Jingxuan shouted: "Silence!"

She scanned the crowd with a ferocious face, and everyone shut up silently.

"Don't stop, keep chanting!"

Jingxuan was so angry that her head was dizzy, until she walked back to her meditation room, her body was still trembling slightly, she slapped the table with her palm, and said to the little nun who was serving her, "Yuanhui, Yanmo! I want to write a letter to Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the master was so angry, several young nuns with sallow complexions and thin stature were all scared and shivered.

Jingxuan quickly wrote the memorial of the complaint, and handed it to a stout middle-aged nun, asking her to send the letter to the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

However, it was impossible for Song Qingyue to ask her to deliver the letter. The nun who was going to deliver the letter was stopped halfway, and was threatened by Zeng Maozhi with a knife, telling her to go back and "reply well."The nun who delivered the letter had never seen such a cruel person. She was so frightened that she fell to the ground, with snot and tears streaming down her face, she repeatedly begged for mercy, and promised to "respond well."

In this way, Jingxuan sent three letters into the palace one after another, but they all disappeared without a word, and no news came back.

Song Qingyue lived a peaceful life for a few days.

When writing physics textbooks to the chapter "Refraction of Light", she suddenly thought of transforming the telescope.

So I wrote the light-gathering law of the convex lens in detail, and drew the design of the microscope and the high-powered telescope, and asked Zeng Maozhi to hand it over to the cave, and attached a note: You can try to install a sight on the long-distance smoothbore gun. telescope.

She also drew a schematic of a sniper rifle with a scope.

Time quickly came to the winter solstice, and the princes who had been imprisoned for a long time were finally released to their respective homes. Only the third prince, Su Wang, was left pitifully forgotten by the emperor's father in the imperial mausoleum.

The abandoned prince Shen Junwang stood on the court again, and in the streets and alleys of the capital, there were rumors of nursery rhymes about the abandoned prince traveling to the south of the Yangtze River and destroying embankments with a beauty in his arms. The emperor's dragon collapsed...

And God seemed to have a sense of it. At the end of November, there was a once-in-a-century snowfall in the capital and the North Zhili area.

There are countless overwhelmed houses, people who have been frozen to death everywhere, white sails and white lanterns are hung all over the streets and alleys, and the mournful cries are buried by the snow that is almost as tall as a person.

The emperor's newly recovered body was crushed again by the sudden heavy snowfall.

On the day of the queen's death, the emperor fainted in front of all his officials!

The capital was under martial law again, and the whole city was shrouded in a depressive atmosphere.

Song Qingyue, who was cultivating in the temple, was thinking about the children in the south of the city, and wanted to go down the mountain to visit, but Jingxuan not only refused, but also used the emperor's illness as an excuse, asking Song Qingyue to use blood to copy the "Infinite Life Sutra", "Sangha One volume each of the Zha Sutra and the Diamond Sutra, praying for His Majesty.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, several eunuchs from the palace came to the temple and asked everyone in the Baoen Temple to chant scriptures and pray for His Majesty. Song Qingyue couldn't resist in front of the eunuchs in the palace, so she was caught by Jingxuan and cut her wrists on the spot. A large bowl of bloody water was released.

That's a big bowl!

Song Qingyue looked, there was no 800cc, but at least 400cc!She had never donated so much blood in her previous life!Up to 200cc each time!

At that time, I was really hurt and scared. I didn't know whether it was because of anger or excessive blood loss. My head felt dizzy and my eyes turned black.

He was escorted back to his room by several maidservants, and lay there for several days.

After New Year's Day, the eunuchs in the palace left, Song Qingyue immediately called Zeng Maozhi in, and asked, "Master Zeng, is there any way that we can't find out and make life worse than death?"

She was really angry this time, if she didn't take revenge, she would write her name upside down!

Song Qingyue is not a real bun, nor is she a coward. Usually, she just gives in because she knows she can't beat Li Zhao.

But how dare a powerless old nun in the temple dare to shit and pee on her head?

I'm really going to be pissed off!
Seeing Shi Zifei's still pale complexion, Zeng Maozhi felt angry in his heart!

He nodded, leaned close to Song Qingyue's ear and whispered a few words, Song Qingyue sneered, and said, "Just do that!"

That night, after Jingxuan returned to the room, he was served by the attendant as usual to clean his face and rinse his mouth. After undressing, he lit some soothing incense, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the quiet night of Wan Lai, Zeng Maozhi sneaked into her room, extinguished the tranquilizing incense, and then came to the teacher's bed, moved his fingers first, and then touched the teacher's whole body up and down, and then only heard the sound of "click" - — Zeng Daanwei dismantled all the joints of Jingxuan's body, and then there was another click, and he put back the joints that he had misplaced just now.

Jingxuan woke up in a burst of severe pain, but now her limbs were weak and she couldn't move. Zeng Maozhi grinned at the teacher in the dark, raised his hand to remove her chin with a click, and exerted a little skill in his hand, snapping his fingers, Cracked the knuckle where her jaw joined, and floated away.

Zeng Maozhi was more polite to the other dozen or so old nuns who acted as Jingxuan's thugs and pressed Song Qingyue to let them bleed. He didn't let them suffer, and he was thrown into a coma on the downhill road, leaving them to fend for themselves in the heavy snow.

Even if someone finds their bodies after the snow melts, it doesn't matter, just say that they accidentally slipped and fell when going down the mountain.

At dawn the next day, the little nun who served Jingxuan every day hadn't seen her teacher get up for a long time, knocked on the door several times, and finally heard a faint sound inside, then pushed the door open, went in to have a look, and screamed out.

The charcoal fire in the copper furnace had already been burnt out, and the room was as cold as the outside, Master Jingxuan's eyes were protruding, the corners of his mouth were crooked, a lot of saliva flowed out, and there was a hoarse and indistinct sound from his throat.The joints all over her body were red and swollen, and she was lying limp, unable to move.

The little nun was so frightened that she hurriedly went to her senior sisters to see what was going on.

"Is this a stroke?"

"I look like I'm allergic!"

"But why do I think it's rheumatism?"

A few little nuns talked to each other, and they discussed whether they should go down the mountain to ask for a doctor.

One of the little nuns was wearing a thick jacket and a hat and was about to go down the mountain when another little nun who looked older reached out and stopped her.

"what happened?"

The senior sister who stopped her hesitated for a while, lowered her head and clasped her frostbitten hands, and said, "Isn't it good that the teacher is like this?"

The expressions of several people were stunned for a moment, and then their expressions became subtle.

On weekdays, the teacher's wife is extremely strict with everyone, so strict that it is almost cruel.

Before these little nuns were sent up the mountain, they were also rich and pampered ladies. Each of them was sent here by their families because of mistakes, unknown fate, or other reasons. The teacher has been tortured for a long time in different ways.

It's just because Jingxuan herself is the daughter of the clan, and her seniority is quite high, she can be regarded as the generation of great aunts and grandparents, with a distinguished status.Because of her seniority, the palace has always respected her, so no one has ever dared to resist her, but who is not filled with resentment?
"It's snowing so heavily, does that mean we can't go down the mountain?" A little nun asked tentatively.

"Master's rheumatism is an old problem!" said the little nun who took the lead.

Then, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and saw light in each other's eyes.

"Except for the teacher, the concubine of Prince Su's mansion has the highest status here, why don't we talk to her about it?" Another little nun suggested.

This proposal was approved by the rest.

But there was still a little nun who was originally an orphan cowardly and didn't want to be with them: "But, but, but I was picked up from the street by the teacher. The teacher has kindness to me..."

The little nun who took the lead suddenly walked up to her, stared fiercely into her eyes, and asked, "Aying, do you think that the master has become like that, and those masters disappeared, are these all coincidences?"

Ah Ying took a step back in fear, and asked back in fear: "Could it be, isn't it?"

"Do you still remember those men in black who suddenly appeared in the hall that morning to protect the concubine Su Wang? Do you think that man is slaughtered by others, and Jingxuan will bully him casually but won't fight back?"

"No, it won't..."

"It's fine if you don't want to participate. Go back to your room and get sick. If you don't want to be bloodletted like that imperial concubine, then don't make trouble for us!"

Jingxuan uses blood to transcribe the scriptures every year, but she never uses her own blood, only the blood of adopted girls. There are all kinds of torture methods.

But she can't do those penance methods by herself, so she has to be practiced by others.

Before Ah Ying, several little girls died of illness due to their weak health and unbearable Jingxuan's long-term torture.

Ah Ying lowered her head, thought for a while, then silently turned and walked towards her own room.

(End of this chapter)