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- When he was inwardly inwardly, more than a hundred monks gathered outside the copper pagoda unknowingly.
Apricot yellow monk robe fluttering.
When they spoke in a low voice, their eyes drifted to Fakong from time to time.
Fakong slightly closed his eyelids, as if in meditation.
What attracted the attention of the monks was the gray monk's robe he was wearing, which was incompatible with the surrounding apricot monk's robes.
"When" The bell rang in all directions.
Fakong withdraws his mind from the void in his mind.
"Squeak" Four strong young monks slowly pushed open the copper gate, and a faint sandalwood fragrance suddenly floated out of the tower, and was quickly blown away by the wind.
More than one hundred monks entered the Sutra Pavilion one by one with wooden plaques.
Fakong found that their wooden plaques were no different from his own, they were all engraved with two large characters of Tibetan scriptures.
He consciously stayed at the end to enter, and the four young monks glanced at him, and their eyes turned around on his gray monk robe, without blocking him.
Fakong smiled and stepped in slowly.
He started to browse quickly.
?Starting from the first row, walk slowly, and imprint what you see into your mind with your eyes like lidar.
The first row, the second row, the third row
All the way through the thirty-sixth row.
The copper tower is two or three times larger than he imagined, with thirty-six rows of bookshelves, each row has twelve bookshelves.
Each bookshelf has five floors, and each floor is so full that it is difficult to count how many books there are.
Some of the books here are withered and yellow, some are brand new. Obviously, new books are constantly flowing in, and the collection of books is constantly increasing.
After he finished walking, he searched for the names he was interested in in his mind, found a book and was about to read it, when he suddenly stopped.
Wearing a sable fur, Chu Yu walked in slowly and gracefully.
He looked around, stopped in front of a bookshelf, took out a book and flipped through it casually.
Fakong was curious.
Isn't it closed to the outside world?
I made a great contribution by myself, so I can make an exception. What about Chu Yu?
He shook his head, no longer wasted time thinking about it, went to another corner, took out a book to read carefully.
Immersed in the ocean of books, time flies by.
"When" A bell rang through the entire Leiyin Tower.
Fakong came back to his senses and found that all the monks put back their books one after another, reluctantly going out.
He understood that it was time to close the scripture pavilion.
He followed the gourd, put the book back, and left the Leiyin Tower, only to find that it was already night.
In the cold night, the crescent moon hangs obliquely.
Melting moonlight sprinkled down.
Leiyin Pagoda seemed to have absorbed the moonlight, and it turned purple, illuminating the surroundings brightly.
When he returned to his abode, he found Zhao Huaishan standing upright at the door of the abode opposite.
Seeing him appear, Zhao Huaishan clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Monk Fakong, my son is here to invite you."
Fakong smiled and wanted to refuse.
"Squeak¡ª" the courtyard door opened.
Chu Yu opened the door and came out with a smile on his handsome face: "Monk Fakong hasn't eaten yet, right? Why don't you come over and have some supper to fill your belly."
" bothering you." Seeing his kindness, Fakong knew that it was not appropriate to refuse, otherwise he would become an enemy.
Even if you can't be friends, you don't have to be enemies¡ª¡ª
The bright lights illuminated the tiny courtyard like daytime.
There are two charcoal stoves in each of the four corners of the courtyard, and the eight large charcoal stoves are burning red, and the heat is pressing.
In addition to the four corners of the courtyard, there is also a large charcoal stove in each of the four corners of the pavilion.
Chu Yu was sitting at the stone table in the small pavilion, brewing a cup of tea and handing it to Fakong, who was eating a snack.
All five guards stood outside the small pavilion, and only two were left in the pavilion.
The two chatted about the world, astronomy and geography, medical chess, star divination, and talked casually.
Fakong bears the memories of Huiwen, Mo Qingyun, and Deng Yuanzheng, covering almost all of the time, geography, and social levels. The breadth of knowledge is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary monks.
This situation will become more and more obvious as he casts the Great Light Mantra again.
Of course, knowledge from books and wisdom from personal experience cannot be compared.
"Monk Fakong, you can even study in the Sutra Pavilion?"
"Master Chu, that's exactly what I want to ask." Fakong said with a smile: "The Sutra Pavilion in Daleiyin Temple is not open to the public.If you are poor, you will spend all your time on reading. If you are extremely intelligent but lose your femininity, you will be extremely unfavored and unsatisfactory in Xinwangfu.
Because he has a photographic memory, reads a lot, and is knowledgeable, even the officials in the palace who are educated are far behind him.
The whole world values ??martial arts and despise literature, but he is just the opposite, so he feels lonely.
This is the first time I have met someone who can talk freely with me and who is as knowledgeable as me, and I feel like I have found the same kind of person, so I feel a little reluctant to leave.
Fakong Heshi smiled and said, "Young Master Chu, there will be a meeting later."
"There will be a period later!" Chu Yu nodded.
"Is the third son cured?" Jing Li smiled and walked out of the small pavilion.
Chu Yu smiled wryly: "How can the disease in the mother's womb be cured? Not only is it not good, but it is even worse."
"The imperial doctor can't do anything?"
"If there is a way, the concubine mother won't have to suffer this much." Chu Yu showed a look of pity.
It doesn't matter to me, I'm used to coughing, but my concubine's body is weak, especially after giving birth to me, her vitality was seriously damaged, and now she is lingering on the sick bed all day long, miserable
When he thought of this, his heart felt like a lead.
Jingli nodded: "Your illness is indeed a congenital defect, so you haven't tried to practice Taiye Butian Jue?"
He glanced at Lu Xuanming who was guarding Chu Yu's side: "Should Lu Xuanming not begrudge this magical feat?"
Several people have already reached the door of the monastery.
Fakong and Jingli have crossed the threshold.
Zhao Huaishan was sticking to the center of the screen wall, blushing, trying to break free.
But the invisible force was like a mountain, pressing him firmly all the time, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
Seeing Fakong and Jingli coming out, he glared angrily.
Jingli didn't even look at him, only talking to Lu Xuanming and Chu Yu.
Fakong could only pretend he didn't see anything.
"Taiye Butian Jue?" Chu Yu smiled self-deprecatingly: "I want to practice, but I can't. The children of the Chu family can only practice the royal mind."
"That's true." Jing Li expressed his understanding: "It's a bit unfair to you, Third Young Master."
"Tai Ye Bu Tian Jue is useless." Lu Xuanming said lightly.
"Mr. Lu is right," Chu Yu nodded, "I can't practice, but my concubine can, and my concubine's aptitude is far better than mine. It's a pity"
"Is this disease so difficult?"
"This is fate" Chu Yu seemed to be ridiculed, as if to laugh at himself, shaking his head: "I hope the Buddha can protect my mother and concubine."
The mother and concubine are so devout and believe in the Buddha so much that they collect a batch of books and dedicate them to Daleiyin Temple every year, and let themselves come here every year to offer incense and fulfill their vows, and stay here for seven days.
"Fakong, you try?" Jingli turned his head and looked at Fakong with a smile.
Fakongheshi: "Master uncle, I'm a three-legged cat, so I don't want to make a fool of myself anymore."
"Okay, then let's go back first." Jingli nodded, and he said: "Third Young Master, please go back."
He flicked his sleeves while talking.
Zhao Huaishan, who was struggling desperately to get away from Zhaobi, flew up again, climbed over the wall and landed in the Abode.
Lu Xuanming's face was ugly, his eyes stared coldly at Jingli's back until Jingli entered Fakong's abode. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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