Yang Ning suddenly became angry. Zhenming was stunned for a moment and then said: "Junior brother Ning, they are senior brothers. Since they say that eating less can cultivate the mind, it makes sense. Why are you angry?"
"I said, little monk, are you stupid?" Yang Ning said angrily: "It's clear that he is bullying you, do you really think what they say makes sense?"
"Amitabha." Zhenming hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Junior brother Ning, please don't lie."
He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his behavior seemed young and mature. However, Yang Ning always felt a little awkward when this little monk called him his junior brother. He asked: "By the way, what is our peak?"
"The top of Tianbao Peak." Zhenming answered knowingly: "The three peaks of Purple Mountain, North Peak, Xiaomao Peak and Tianbao Peak are like a penholder...!"
Yang Ning raised her hand to stop and said: "There is no need to explain in such detail. Let me ask you, are we the only two people left in this yard?"
"Master is gone, so there are really only two of us left." Zhenming said.
"What do you mean by the morning bell?" Yang Ning raised her hand and pointed outward, "Are you talking about the Big Ben on the edge of the cliff?"
Zhenming was really helpless towards this new junior brother, who had no inhibitions about what he said, so he could only advise: "Junior brother Ning, you have to be careful what you say in the temple. There are only you and the young monk here, so that's fine. But if you are... If anyone else hears this, they will definitely be sent to Uncle Jing Neng."
"Master Jing Neng?"
Zhenming said: "Uncle Jing Neng is the head of the ordination hall and is in charge of the precepts of Daguangming Temple. Anyone who violates the precepts in the temple must be handed over to the ordination hall for punishment."
Yang Ning said: "No one will hear us talking here. Don't go too far, what does the morning bell mean?"
"Oh, there is a huge bell on the three peaks of Purple Mountain. Ours is the morning bell. Every day at the quarter o'clock, the morning bell needs to be rung. When everyone in the temple hears the morning bell, they will get up and do morning prayers." Zhenming explained. : "When the bell at Xiao Maofeng rings, it's time for lunch class. When the bell at Beifeng rings, it's time for evening class. At a quarter past midnight, when the three bells ring together, it's time to turn off the lights and go to bed."
"So, you ring the first bell every morning and the last bell at night, and then you still have so little food?" Yang Ning said dissatisfied: "Didn't you say that your master is one of the Thirteen Bright Monks? One? His status in this temple should not be low, right?"
Zhenming said hurriedly: "Everyone in the temple respects the master."
"Then I'm surprised, why can't such an eminent monk live in a better place?" Yang Ning said: "Why did you choose to be here? I see that you are very thin. Of course, you can't ring the huge bell outside. You must It’s your master who wakes up early every day to ring the bell in the dark, and he’s willing to do this?”
Zhenming shook his head and said: "The young monk has been able to ring the bell alone since he was eight years old. He has to ring the bell twice in the morning and evening."
Yang Ning was stunned and couldn't help but take a closer look at Zhenming. This little monk had beautiful features and a thin body. It was hard to believe that such a weak little monk could ring the giant bell.
But this little monk seemed quite honest and didn't seem to be bragging.
"That's good." Yang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm just worried about staying here. Your master is not here, so I have to ring the bell every day."
Zhen Mingqi asked: "Aren't you willing?"
"Of course I don't want to." Yang Ning said: "Yes, in this case, have you never left the Daguangming Temple for a day since you were eight years old? Twice in the morning and evening every day. What if you are gone?"
Zhenming said: "As long as the young monk stays here, there is no need to go anywhere else."
Yang Ning secretly thought that this little monk was kind-hearted, but he had stayed here for so many years and was not afraid of getting sick. If it were him, that would be absolutely impossible.
"Junior Brother Ning, Master told you before he left that when you wake up, he can teach you the Qing Sutra. How do you feel now?" Zhenming said seriously: "If it is possible, the young monk will teach you the Qing Sutra formula starting today. "
"Qing Sutra?" Yang Ning asked doubtfully: "What is that? Is it a Buddhist sutra?"
Zhenming nodded and said: "When the young monk was six years old, the master taught him the sutra-clearing formula. It was the first Buddhist scripture that the young monk knew."
Yang Ning frowned and said, "I have no intention of becoming a monk, so I don't need to learn these Buddhist scriptures."
"Junior brother Ning, that can't be done. Since the master has given instructions, we must do it according to the master's instructions." Zhenming said very seriously: "Little monk, I see that you can eat and walk. You have met the requirements that the master said. It will be lunch class soon." Time...!" Before he finished speaking, Yang Ning heard a low tone of bells.
The sound of the bell was low, echoing among the tranquil mountains. Although I was on the top of Tianbao Mountain, I could still hear it very clearly.
After the bell rang eight times in a row, Zhen Ming immediately stood up, turned around and walked out the door, saying: "Junior Brother Ning, it's time for lunch class, let's go over...!" He looked back and saw that Yang Ning was not moving, so he was stunned for a moment. Asked: "Junior Brother Ning, why don't you get up?"
Yang Ning raised his hand and said: "You go to do the lunch class first. I'm not a monk, so I don't need to do that." Pointing to the food on the table, he said: "Since you don't want to eat it, I'll just finish it all. Little monk, you Do not bother me."
When Zhenming came over, looked at Yang Ning and said, "Junior brother Ning, you must not eat during lunch hours. Don't you know this temple rule? Well, you just went up the mountain and you really didn't know. It was the young monk who was wrong. But The young monk will slowly teach you the temple rules, so you don't have to worry." Seeing that Yang Ning ignored him, he reached out for the chopsticks, reached out with his arm, and grabbed Yang Ning's wrist, and said seriously: "Junior Brother Ning, the young monk has already spoken to the temple. Why do you still knowingly violate the rules?"
Yang Ning frowned and said: "Brother Zhenming, are you sitting here every day and can't even understand what I say?" He raised his other hand and pointed at his mouth, "Look at my mouth shape, I don't want to "Xue, I'm not a monk at Daguangming Temple, so I don't have to abide by your temple rules."
Zhenming shook his head and said: "As long as you go up the mountain and enter the temple, you must abide by the temple rules. This is what Master Jingneng said to us personally. If you violate any of the temple rules, you will be sent to the ordination hall for punishment. Before leaving, the master said, You have just gone up the mountain, and you don’t understand many rules. There is no need to be too harsh on you, and there is no need to send you to the ordination hall, but... But you must learn the Jing Sutra."
"Don't talk nonsense." A little monk set the rules for himself. Of course Yang Ning didn't care, even a little bored. He raised his hand and shook Zhenming's hand away from his wrist. "Little monk, no one in Daguangming Temple can control it." Stay with me. You little guy, you want to set rules for me here? Go, go, go...!" He went to get the chopsticks again, but before he could touch them, Shinaki grabbed his wrist again.
Yang Ning's face darkened and she said angrily: "Little monk, what are you going to do? I can tell you, I don't have a good temper. Even if you are young, I will still be rude."
"You have to go to lunch class." Zhenming stared at Yang Ning's eyes and did not give in. "Otherwise, the monk will have to pull you out."
"Oh, that's not a small tone." Yang Ning smiled and said, "You mean, you want to fight me?"
He just felt that this little monk really didn't know how high the sky was and how high it was.
Although Yang Ning would not despise this little monk, this little monk is only more than ten years old and is still thin. He is also an elite who has undergone special training. Even if three or five big men approach him, he will not be able to take advantage. Not to mention a little monk.
Zhen Ming stopped talking and tried hard to pull Yang Ning up. Yang Ning's hand shook, but this time he failed to shake Zhen Ming's hand away. The little monk actually used more force. Despite his young age, This power is not weak. Yang Ning only felt that her wrist was tightly cuffed, and she turned her face and said: "Little monk, please don't mess with me anymore, I'm really going to fall out. I count to three, can you let go?" put?"
"Junior brother Ning, do you want to do the afternoon class?" asked the young monk Zhenming: "If you refuse to do the afternoon class, the young monk can only give you a small punishment according to the master's instructions."
Hearing this, Yang Ning laughed out loud, "A small punishment? You're treating me, little monk, right? Hahaha... Come on, come on, let me see how you give me a small punishment." He blinked twice. , Sao Sao said: "I really like others to punish me, I can't wait any longer, come here...!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt his arms tighten, and then he felt that his whole body was flying lightly. Before he could react, his whole body flew out of the door with a "bang" and fell heavily to the ground outside the door.
This sudden attack made Yang Ning completely unprepared. After landing, he felt pain all over his body and was shocked. He looked up and saw Zhenming standing in front of the door, clasping his hands together and saying with an apologetic expression: " Junior Brother Ning, the young monk’s attack was a bit harsh, are you okay?”
Yang Ning got up, and he was suddenly thrown out. He didn't even understand how the little monk was able to throw him out, and he even wondered how the little monk could be so capable.
He sneered, looked around, and said coldly: "Who is the master here? Why don't you show up?"
He really didn't believe that such a young monk had the ability to throw him out. He just felt that someone must be causing trouble in the dark, but there was no response.
"Junior Brother Ning, there is no one else." Zhenming said with a sincere face: "Within three hundred steps, as long as anyone approaches, the young monk should be able to find it."
Yang Ning opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
Zhenming took two steps forward, arrived in front of Yang Ning, and said, "Junior brother Ning, can we start lunch class? We can't delay for too long."
Yang Ning rolled his eyes and nodded: "In that case, let me learn from you."
Zhenming showed a smile: "Junior brother Ning, don't worry, the monk will definitely teach you well according to the master's instructions." He walked out of the courtyard and only took two steps. Yang Ning followed behind like a bad wolf, with one hand already on his side. On Zhenming's shoulder, he sneered: "Little monk, you dare to attack me? You are really looking for death." He swept his feet, just wanting to make Zhenming fall into the mud and get rid of the shame just now.
Before he could reach his feet, he saw that Zhenming had already jumped up, jumped high, his movements were as light as a cloud, and turned behind Yang Ning, taking one of Yang Ning's arms behind him. , and then Yang Ning felt numbness in her waist and eyes, as if she was hit by a knee, her legs softened, and she collapsed on the ground.
The young monk Zhenming put his hands together and said, "Junior brother Ning, you... your martial arts seems to be very poor, and you are no match for this young monk."
Yang Ning almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.