The monkey that will cross in the journey to the west

Chapter 4 There must be a way of doing everything carefully, and you are afraid that you will not achieve anything.

The Taoist temple is located at the top of the sky, and there is a Chinese pagoda tree in the courtyard. The top of the mountain is windy, lacks water and is dry. Although it is midsummer, there is a thin layer of fallen leaves on the ground.

Zhu Yan picked up the broom and swept it left and right. The wind was strong, stirring up dust and dead leaves.

The fallen leaves slowly gathered together with Zhu Yan's broom. He found a sack and prepared to pack it up and throw it out.

Unexpectedly, there was a gust of wind on the top of the mountain, and the piles of dead leaves turned into colorful butterflies, flying around the courtyard.

Zhu Yan was annoyed for a while, scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, picked up the broom and continued to clean. The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, sometimes rushing and sometimes slowing down, and the fallen leaves were flying in the courtyard as if they were against Zhu Yan.

The leaves are difficult to sweep, and unconsciously aroused Zhu Yan's monkey nature, he grinned, chasing after the wind, very annoyed.

At this moment, the elder brother who carried the water came back. He was thin and elegant, and the shoulder pole was as clear as nothing.

Zhu Yan hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted: "Zhu Yan has met the senior brother, may I ask the senior brother's title."

The brother carrying water put down his shoulder pole and bucket, embraced Yin Yang in his hands, and returned a salute: "The poor Taoist Zhang Daoyi, I have met Junior Brother Zhu Yan."

"Today, the younger brother started to clean the courtyard under the decree of respecting the teacher, but the mountain wind is howling and often against me. Brother, can there be a way to restrain it."Zhu Yan quickly asked.

"When the mountain is high, there must be wind, and when the valley is deep, there must be water. The younger brother disturbs the mountain wind, and the mountain wind naturally disturbs the younger brother. Although there are many fallen leaves, the younger brother will go with the wind and follow the trend. If you remove a leaf, there will be one less leaf. The younger brother insists that there will always be fallen leaves." Time to sweep away."Zhang Daoyi smiled and relieved Zhu Yan.

"Thank you brother for understanding."Zhu Yan's heart was moved, he thought about Zhang Daoyi's answer, and then realized something, he bowed down and thanked his senior brother.

"Junior brother, you don't have to be polite."Zhang Dao picked up the pole and went into the backyard.

Zhu Yan put the broom aside, picked up the sack and picked up the leaves one by one. It moved bluntly. There were a lot of dead leaves in the courtyard. It was not until the sun was in the west that the leaves were picked up. Once the mountain wind passed, a few dead leaves fell. , Zhu Yan looked up at the locust tree, and silently picked up the leaves.

Zhu Yan carried half a sack of leaves, left the Taoist temple, walked into the woods, and dumped the leaves.He found some fruits along the way to relieve his hunger.

When he returned to the Taoist temple, some dead leaves fell on the ground.

Zhu Yan sat cross-legged in the courtyard, and when a leaf fell from the tree, he picked it up.

At this time, the brother who was hoeing the ground came back. He was dressed in a short body, more like an old farmer than a Taoist priest.

Zhu Yan hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Brother Zhu Yan, I pay my respects to my brother, please ask me for my title."

The senior brother put down his hoe, held Yin Yang in his arms, and saluted, saying: "Poverty Yuyangzi, I have met my junior brother."

"Annoying my brother, my brother paid a visit to my mentor yesterday, respecting my teacher's decree, and ordered me to clean the courtyard, but this locust tree keeps falling leaves, it's so annoying, my brother can teach me a good way."Zhu Yan asked directly.

"Trees have spring and autumn, leaves have withering, this is a natural principle.

There are no flowers that bloom constantly in the world and leaves that never fall. If you live in the world for a long time, how can you be spotless and never fall? The younger brother only needs to sweep it from time to time, and you don’t have to be obsessed with never falling." Senior brother Yuyangzi explained Zhu Yan .

Zhu Yan looked up at the locust tree. As the mountain wind blew, a few leaves fell again. It is a natural law that leaves fall in autumn, and he has some understanding.

"Thank you, brother, for clarifying the confusion. It's the brother who is confused."

"Junior brother, you don't have to be polite."Seeing that Zhu Yan was fine, Yuyangzi picked up his hoe and went back to his residence.

Zhu Yan stopped paying attention to the locust tree, took a Taoist scripture, found Qingtong boy who was bored, asked him about the characters in the book, learned traditional Chinese characters, and recited the Taoist scripture.

It was getting late, and the brothers who had gone out came back one after another. After eating the fast meal, all the disciples gathered in the main hall to have evening classes and chant Taoism scriptures.

Zhu Yan sits cross-legged at the end, holding the scriptures, and recites with all the brothers.

Going back and forth like this, Zhu Yan picked up fallen leaves every day, chanted scriptures and swept the floor, and the old Taoist did not see him imparting immortality.

Wang Qijian, who was apprenticed to a teacher on the same day as Zhu Yan, was troubled. He could not bear the pain of chopping firewood, and complained quite a lot.

Zhu Yan finally got used to it, picked up leaves every day, and then entered the scripture building, recited Taoist scriptures, studied classics, and learned Taoist knowledge.

It's just that picking up leaves every day takes up too much time, and he just feels like a waste of time and wasting his monkey nature.

It was midsummer, there shouldn't be so many fallen leaves, Zhu Yan frowned and looked at the locust tree.

"Junior Monkey Brother, what are you looking at?" Wang Qi came back from chopping firewood, saw Zhu Yan standing there blankly, and asked.

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Zhu Yan pointed to the leaves and explained the reason.

In the Taoist temple, the rest of the senior brothers have all entered the Tao and can understand the monkey language, only Wang Qi has not entered the Tao, and does not know the words in Zhu Yan's mouth.

But Wang Qi knew that Zhu Yan's task was to clean up the fallen leaves, so he was worried about the locust tree at this time, it must be because of the fallen leaves.

"There are only so many leaves on the tree. If you climb up and shake it, beat it a dozen, there will be no leaves falling for a long time."Wang Qi said with a smile.

Zhu Yan raised his head, looked at the locust tree, and then at Wang Qi.

He shook his head. It is a natural rule for a tree to have fallen leaves. Shaking the leaves will naturally fall down, which is inconsistent with the Taoist philosophy.Especially Taiqing disciples who pay attention to Taoism and nature.

During this period of time, Zhu Yan inquired many times about the name of the master, the inheritance of the master, and the name of the master. Zhu Yan never knew it, but the inheritance of the master was clear.

Our sect inherits Taishang Qingwei, and practices inner alchemy.

Seeing Zhu Yan shaking his head, Wang Qi didn't care. He said to himself: "I've seen it for more than a month, but I haven't learned the magic of immortality, I haven't seen the Taoism, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to the pain of chopping firewood every day."

This Wang Qi was well versed in the way of retreating, he couldn't bear the pain, and he said some depressing words from time to time, but Zhu Yanquan pretended not to hear them.

He continued to look up at the locust tree, thinking about the solution.At the same time, he turned and left the monastery, far away from Wang Qi, and listened to his complaints without hesitation.

Outside the Taoist temple, there are rugged mountain paths and steep cliffs, Zhu Yan is already familiar with this place.

He went into the woods, found mountain peaches and wild fruits, filled his stomach, and then picked some good ones, carried them in his arms, returned to the Taoist temple, and tasted them with his senior brothers.

"Hey! This flower is so delicate and beautiful."Zhu Yan saw a wild flower blooming on the side of the road, which is very rare in the top of Laoshan, where the water is short and windy.

"Junior brother Zhu Yan, you are so leisurely, you picked fruit for us again."A young Taoist climbed up the steps, took out a fruit from Zhu Yan's arms, rubbed it on Zhu Yan's clothes, and opened his mouth to eat.

"Not bad, my brother is worthy of being a spirit monkey, the mountain fruit water I picked is juicy and sweet."

"Brother Ma Tao thinks it's delicious, eat more, I'll pick some more."Zhu Yan grinned, contrary to the pretentious Wang Qi, he greeted people, picked wild fruits to give to his seniors, and had a good relationship with the seniors in the sect.

After getting along for a long time, Zhu Yan already knew that his senior brothers who carried water and cut firewood all had mana in their bodies and could make immortals soar, but they were simple in style and natural in Taoism, and they were still like ordinary people, working at sunrise Rest at sunset.

"The five flavors are delicious, just eat one to taste, and there is no benefit to eat more."Brother Ma Tao said that seeing Zhu Yan looking at the flowers, he understood Zhu Yan's question, and said, "Brother Zhao carries water and passes here every day, and some stream water will always be shaken off, and the mountain flowers are naturally blooming brilliantly."

"Watering! Such a simple principle, why didn't I think of it!" Zhu Yan laughed, very happy to think of a way to treat the dead leaves of the locust tree.

"Thank you, Brother Ma Tao."Zhu Yan hugged Yin and Yang, and thanked Ma Tao.

"It's you who enlightened yourself, I didn't do anything."Ma Tao waved his hand, not taking credit for it.

"I still want to thank you, brother, please."Zhu Yan carried the mountain fruit and returned to the Taoist temple together with Ma Tao.

"Every gain is bound to be a loss. Today's joy will become tomorrow's worry."Brother Ma Tao mentioned Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan frowned, unable to understand what Ma Tao meant.

"How do you say that, brother?"

"It cannot be said."Ma Tao shook his head, looking mysterious.

Zhu Yan couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't go into it. Anyway, he couldn't see any harm in watering the tree.

The next day, when the morning class was over, Zhu Yan was not in a hurry to pick up the fallen leaves, but followed Zhang Daoyi, carrying two buckets down the mountain.

The mountain road is rugged and the path is deep and difficult to walk. Zhu Yan followed Zhang Daoyi, and while driving, asked about the puzzles in the Taoist scriptures.

Zhang Daoyi did not discriminate against Zhu Yan as a monkey, so he explained it to him in detail.

After carrying water, Zhu Yan watered the trees.

"Mountain locust tree is drought-resistant and wind-resistant, half a bucket of water per day is sufficient, and watering too much is not beautiful."Zhang Dao pointed out.

"Thank you brother for your advice."Zhu Yan thanked.

He looked at the water in the bucket, it was definitely not good to occupy the bucket, it would be a pity to pour it out.He rolled his eyes, took out a hoe from the backyard, left the monastery, and entered the forest. He chose left and right, and he saw a peach tree.

This peach tree is as tall as a person, and the fruit it bears is thin, because it was born under a big peach tree. Although there is a big tree to shelter from the wind and rain, it also loses sunlight and cannot absorb water.

Zhu Yan dug it out, went to the gate of the Taoist temple, planted it in front of the gate, and watered it with the water in the bucket.

From then on, Zhu Yan carried a load of water every day. After a few days, the locust tree was indeed full of leaves, and the dead leaves were scarce.

The peach tree at the door was revived under Zhu Yan's careful care. Although no fruit fell, it will definitely produce peaches when it grows up in a few years.

(End of this chapter)