The strategy of conquering the national division begins with drawing Thangka

Chapter 24 Morning Exercise and Evening Class

Early the next morning, Bai Zeqing was woken up by the little novice knocking on the door.

The little novice was very polite: "Benefactor, the morning exercise has started, Master Uncle please come quickly."

"Morning exercise?" Bai Zeqing sat up in a daze.She read until late last night, and she couldn't stand it any longer, so she leaned on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.Waking up at this moment, still holding the "Puppet Spirit Art" in his arms, he muttered inarticulately: "I'm not a monk, why do I have to do morning exercises?"

The little novice knocked on the door again, raised the volume a little, and shouted: "Benefactor, the master and uncle have said, the immortal elder ordered before leaving, please don't delay the morning exercises and evening classes!"

"???"

Bai Zeqing yelled "Why!" in his heart, but stood up obediently.

She opened the door slowly, the morning light was dim, and the sun didn't know where to hide.She felt even more collapsed, getting up with nowhere to vent her anger, and could only digest it abruptly.She swayed to the water tank next to the flower garden in the small courtyard, took the water and slapped it on her face. She was so cold that she followed the little monk to the martial arts training ground by the release pool.

In a trance, he followed the monks and punched for a full hour. Bai Zeqing's hands and feet were sore from exhaustion, and he secretly complained: This is more tiring than riding a horse and archery with Qi Ge.

Shouldn't it be like this from now on?It seems that I have to prepare as soon as possible, and then go to Yuanzhou City to complete the tasks assigned by the master, rather than getting up before dawn every day for morning exercises.

She followed the team of monks to the fasting hall with a numb expression, and lost her appetite after eating a few mouthfuls of fast food.As soon as she put down the bamboo chopsticks, she remembered what her mother and aunt had taught her carefully when she was taking her to pray for blessings and worship the Buddha and eat vegetarian food: there should be no leftovers during the vegetarian meal.

She let out a long sigh with a frowning face, still silently picked up the bamboo chopsticks, insisted on eating until there was no rice left, and cleaned the wooden bowl before returning to the layman's room listlessly.

After tidying up the clean room in the small courtyard, her head was groggy, and she wanted to catch up on sleep, but when she lay down, her mind was filled with the "Puppet Spirit Art" that she had watched all night last night.

There is not much content in this book, and the text is not too obscure. She read it several times last night and could almost memorize it, but she couldn't fully understand the meaning of it.

In other words: She can understand every word, but she seems to be able to understand the meaning of the connected words, but she can't understand them all.

This feeling made her panic.Couldn't sleep at all.

She opened her eyes, looked at the roof, took a deep breath, and sat up.

Or watch it again.The master said, read it a hundred times and you will understand it, maybe you will understand it after reading it a few times.

Thinking about it, she casually touched the book on the case table, dragged the bamboo chair under the eaves, and slowly moved to the front of the flower garden. She was stunned for a moment before opening the title page.

After reading a few lines, Bai Zeqing felt something was wrong.Close the page again, and the three large characters on the cover clearly read "Yan Shu Ji" - she took it by mistake, this is another book thrown to her by the Taoist priest.

Bai Zeqing sighed, blaming herself for being confused.Got up to change, just took two steps, stopped again, many questions flashed through my mind: Why did Master give her two books?Why nothing else, just these two books?Could it be that this Yanshu is closely related to the puppet spirit itself?
She turned around and sat back on the bamboo chair, turned the pages of the book again, and read carefully.

This reading sank in.

Sure enough, as she expected, the combination of Yanshu and Puppetry made many things that I couldn't figure out before suddenly become clear.

As the sun was setting, the little novice ran up the steps to call her evening class.He will go up the steps, turn around the flower bed, and then stand there in a daze, forgetting what to say for a moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely into the small courtyard, illuminating Bai Zeqing's entire body transparently, without blemishes or stains, as if his whole body was enveloped by a layer of light.

The little novice suddenly felt afraid to look directly at him.So he closed his eyes and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Bai Zeqing was taken aback, and then looked up from the book in a daze.

The little novice closed his eyes and said loudly: "Benefactor, Master Uncle asked me to invite you to the evening class." After saying this, he turned and wanted to leave.

She stood up eagerly and called to the little monk: "Little master, where is Zen master Cifa?"

"Da, Bodhidharma will teach, give evening classes."

"Wait for me! I have a lot of questions to ask the Zen master!"

The little novice led Bai Zeqing into the Bodhidharma Hall, and all the monks sat quietly listening to the Buddha and meditating. Except for a few little novice monks who looked slightly sideways, the rest ignored her arrival.

Bai Zeqing had no choice but to suppress his mind full of questions, sat cross-legged in a corner and listened to the Tianshu Zen Machine. As he listened, his head became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

The little monk tugged at his sleeve for a long time before waking her up, and whispered anxiously: "Almsgiver, believers must not disrespect the Buddha."

"A believer?" Bai Zeqing murmured, "I'm not worthy to be a believer." Her mother and aunt worshiped the Buddha all the year round, and her uncle painted Thangka devoutly. But when the city of Ningzhou was destroyed, the Buddha did not bless them.

She would not say these words to outsiders.She calmed down, sat up straight, listened to Chan Master Cifa's lecture, and slowly lost her mind again.

After staying up for an entire hour, the evening class ended, Bai Zeqing hurriedly got up to find Zen Master Cifa, but her feet became numb after sitting cross-legged for a long time, before she could stand up, she fell again and fell to her knees on the Damo Hall just passing by. Brother's feet.

The elder brother hastily took a step back, and said with a smile: "Little benefactor, you and I are not from the same family, so I dare not accept this great gift." His eyes signaled the little novice to help.

The surrounding monks couldn't help but hurriedly left with their heads buried.Only when I went out, I could still hear whispers and shallow laughter.

Bai Zeqing was so embarrassed that she didn't want to raise her head, she rubbed her legs and stood up with the support of the little novice monk. After saluting, she limped to find Zen Master Cifa.

At this time, Zen Master Cifa had returned to the Zen room, sitting cross-legged on the Luohan couch by the window, flipping through a very thick book, while the newly brewed Zen tea was steaming on the charcoal stove next to him.

After the little novice made the announcement, Bai Zeqing paid homage with due courtesy, and then impatiently asked, "Zen Master, do you know Yanshu?"

Chan Master Cifa usually likes to go straight, so he didn't find it strange to hear this abrupt question. Instead, he thought about it for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "I've heard it a little bit." As he spoke, he pointed to the futon opposite.

Bai Zeqing sat cross-legged on the futon and asked, "Zen Master, do you know the puppet spirit technique?"

Zen Master Cifa took Zen tea, heated the firewood beaker, poured half a cup for Bai Zeqing, and then slowly said: "I have only heard of it, but I have never seen it in person."

Bai Zeqing nodded slightly, bent his right index finger and middle finger, tapped the table to express his gratitude, and continued: "Zen Master, what do you think will happen if Yanshu is combined with Puppetry?"

Zen Master Cifa saw that she was obviously bright and bold, but she did not lose the etiquette in the details, so he nodded slightly.Hearing Bai Zeqing's question, the copper pot for refilling tea was hanging in the air, thinking of some bad things, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "I don't know, but..."

He gently put the copper pot back into the small charcoal stove, hesitated to speak, as if he was thinking about where to start.

Bai Zeqing didn't have much contact with Zen Master Cifa, and he also knew that he was straightforward.Seeing that he didn't know how to speak, he couldn't help but put the teacup back on the low table and sat up straight.

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