C7 There's a Temple on the Mountain

The shadowy mountains were like a sleepy fairy in a veil of cicada's wings. They were filled with emotion, and their eyes were focused and silent. Lee Fann felt the autumn when he walked in the mountains. The tall trees around him blocked the autumn wind. The yellow leaves under his feet reminded him that autumn had arrived.

Ever since he communicated with Chen Xi in the sports field, Lee Fann decided to go to the ancient temple on the mountain during the holidays to study. He would only know when he went to ask the local students according to the address on the advertisement. It turned out that there really was a thousand-year-old temple on the hill near his school.

It was said that it was an ancient temple established during the Tang Dynasty. After a thousand years of testing. However, as time passed, fewer and fewer people would go to the ancient temple to burn incense and pay their respects. It was not because there were fewer people who believed in Buddhism, but because the journey up the mountain was difficult. Every year, only on the first day of the first month would some businessmen come up the mountain to burn incense and pray for Buddha to bless their business.

When Lee Fann went up the mountain, he felt that the road was relatively flat. There were also some people who exercised on the mountain. After walking for more than an hour, he noticed that the number of people walking on the mountain was gradually decreasing. Furthermore, there were more winding paths and steep stone steps on the road. If there were no old road signs on both sides of the road, Lee Fann felt like he was going to get lost in this mountain.

After a morning of hard work. Lee Fann finally found the Millennium Ancient Temple at noon. Lee Fann could not believe his eyes when he saw the temple.

This was the thousand-year ancient temple mentioned in the advertisement. Lee Fann could not believe it. In his imagination, if it was a thousand-year ancient temple, even if it did not occupy a vast land, it was still a thousand-year ancient temple. It has to be as grand as a famous temple. But the temple in front of him was about the size of two football fields. The outside of the temple was overgrown with weeds. It looked very desolate. If one didn't see a monk sweeping the floor from the open temple door, one would have thought that the monk was sweeping the floor. Lee Fann would definitely think that this was an abandoned temple.

"Amitabha. Patron, are you here to offer incense?" An old monk in his fifties stopped what he was doing when he saw Lee Fann walk into the temple. He pressed his palms together and asked.

Lee Fann looked at the clean ground in the temple in disbelief. Compared to the chaos and desolation outside the temple, the temple looked solemn and peaceful. "Hello, I didn't come to offer incense. I came here because I saw the advertisement for the recruitment of students from your temple." Lee Fann quickly took out the advertisement from his pocket and handed it to the old monk.

The monk looked Lee Fann up and down. He took the advertisement from Lee Fann. "Since that's the case, please follow me."

The old monk turned around and led Lee Fann through the main hall. They arrived in front of a room with the words Registration Centre written on the door. "Benefactor, this is it." The old monk reached out his hand and pressed the door three times. Then, he pushed open the door with a creak and gestured for Lee Fann to come in.

Lee Fann walked into the room and found that there was only a table in the room. There was a monk sitting on a cushion behind the table with his eyes closed. He was about 60 years old. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room. The door behind him creaked shut. The light coming through the window made the house a little dim.

"Little benefactor, are you here to be a student?" The monk, who was sitting on the hassock, asked.

"Yes." Lee Fann gradually got used to the light in the room. He saw that the monk was holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, but he still did not open his eyes. "My name is Lee Fann. I don't know if I am suitable for your request."

"Amitabha." The old monk opened his eyes. Although he was very old, his eyes were still bright. "How many years has it been since someone came to our temple? The monk's name is Huineng. As the recruitment information said, the young patron is an undergraduate. He is at level 6 in English."

Lee Fann was about to say that he met the requirements when he suddenly said, "No, I am a specialization. I have not passed English."

Huineng's eyes swept over Lee Fann a few times and said with a smile, "That's right. Young Almsgiver doesn't meet the requirements, but he still dares to speak the truth. That's right. "It seems that you are fated to meet Buddha. Forget it, I will accept you. "You can become an intern in my temple now."

Lee Fann could not help but feel a little surprised. According to what he thought, there was no hope anymore. He did not expect Huineng to accept him. He quickly asked, "Master Huineng, I don't know what I'm mainly responsible for."

"Since you are fated to be Buddha, I'll give you an important mission. In the future, you will be responsible for the work in Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion. " Come, sign this contract. "In the future, we will call you Lil 'Fan." Lee Fann finished signing his name on the contract. Huineng turned to the door and said, "Martial Nephew Wuchen. Bring Xiao Fan to familiarize himself with the situation in the monastery. In the future, he will be in charge of Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion."

The door creaked. The monk who brought him in stood at the door. He pressed his palms together and said to Huineng, "It's Martial Uncle. Lil Fan, please follow me."

Lee Fann looked at the monk called Wuchen at the door and turned back to look at Huineng. He found that he had closed his eyes again and was fiddling with the prayer beads in his hands. He had no choice but to follow Wuchen out of the house.

Wuchen brought Lee Fann to roughly look at the temple's situation. After explaining some of the temple's rules, he brought Lee Fann to the so-called Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion.

"Lil 'Fan, this Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion is an important place that has existed since the temple was built in the Tang Dynasty. It is filled with many years of treasured Buddhist books and historical documents. In the past, this place was personally managed by Huineng's Martial Uncle. I didn't expect that you would be in charge of it. "I hope you can cherish Martial Uncle Huineng's kindness." Wuchen stood at the entrance of Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion and said seriously to Lee Fann.

"Don't worry, Master Wuchen. I will do my job well." Lee Fann nodded seriously.

Wuchen put his palms together. "You can call me Master Wuchen from now on. In that case, I will leave the Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion to you. From now on, you will live here." After saying that, Wuchen turned around and left.

Lee Fann pushed open the wooden door of Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion and found that it was actually a row of bookshelves like a library. Every bookshelf was filled with books. Lee Fann looked at them one by one. Some of the books were covered in dust and had not moved for a long time. When Lee Fann finished browsing through all the bookshelves, he found that there were some books that had not been touched for a long time. Buddhist books are categorized according to scriptures, laws, and theories, while other literature is arranged in chronological order. There were about a million books in the entire Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing that the entire Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion was a little messy, Lee Fann started to pack up. After all, this was his place to sleep in the future. He still wanted this place to be cleaner.

"Not bad. Lil Fan has blended into the work so quickly." After an unknown period of time, Lee Fann heard voices coming from the entrance of Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion. When he walked to the door, he found that it was Master Huineng whom he had met before.

Lee Fann threw away the things in his hand. He pressed his palms together like Huineng and asked, "Master Huineng, I also saw that this place was a little messy, so I cleaned up. Right. 'You haven't told me what my job will be?'

Huineng walked to the center of the bookshelf and picked up a book to read. "Work. Aren't you doing very well now? You just need to keep it in the future."

Lee Fann pointed at the bookshelf and asked, "Do you want me to be a cleaner in Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion? "Didn't you say I am a student?"

"Yes." Huineng heard Lee Fann's question and looked up from the book. "We are looking for a cleaner in Tripitaka Sutra Pavilion. The cleaner in our temple is called a student."

"You..." Lee Fann felt his blood boiling. He shook his hand and said, "I quit."