The next day is the winter solstice, and the New Year is the New Year, but Buddhism is just a secular festival. The temple is as quiet as before. In the morning, the north wind blows, and the sky is as gloomy as ink. In the afternoon, the sky becomes more and more gloomy, and fine snow particles are falling. In the evening, the snow like goose feathers falls, and soon, the ground is covered with silver.

The nuns finished their evening class as usual and returned to the meditation room to rest in the wind and snow. After the third update, the snow did not stop, and the night became deeper, and the coldness increased. Three black shadows jumped in from outside the wall and headed straight to the Sutra Pavilion where the Buddha bone relics were worshipped in Jinglian Temple.

With a loud "boom", the earth shook and the mountains woke up, the sleeping Song Ruoxi from his dream, turned over and sat up, looked at the door with sleepy eyes, with a little confused expression.

"Jingchen, someone outsider enters the temple. If you go as a teacher, come, don't go out." Huijin's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, I know." Song Ruoxi retracted into the quilt. It was so cold outside, but she was still warm in the quilt. She didn't understand how to join in the dangerous excitement. But she was still worried and could not fall asleep peacefully. She tossed and turned on the bed. Could it be that Jinglian Temple is like Shaolin Temple, where there are extremely martial arts secrets hidden in the Sutra Pavilion? The highest martial arts monk in Shaolin Temple is the Sweeping Monk. The highest martial arts monk in Jinglian Temple is the Sweeping Monk, which is not the Sweeping Monk? Is it possible to go around the Sutra Pavilion tomorrow, and you may meet a master, but you won't learn other martial arts. You can escape your life by learning light skills.

There were no clocks in the dark night. I don’t know how long it took. Song Ruoxi, who was thinking about it, was about to fall asleep again in a daze. Suddenly, Huijin’s voice came from outside the door, “Jingchen.”

Hearing the sound, Song Ruoxi suddenly woke up, and as she got up to dress, she asked, "Master, you are back! Who broke in? Have you caught someone?"

"It's nothing, you can sleep with peace of mind!" Hui Jin said.

Song Ruoxi didn't bother to put on his clothes, so he rushed to the door with his shoes, opened the door, and a cold wind blew in. He shivered in with the cold, and shrank his neck and said, "It's so cold, Master, come in quickly."

"If you get sick from cold and get sick, please add more yellow lotus to the medicine." Huijin followed Song Ruoxi into the door, closed the door, and lit the oil lamp.

This threat is very effective for Song Ruoxi, who is afraid of drinking bitter medicine. He stuck out his tongue and quickly climbed onto the bed, hugged the quilt, and acted coquettishly at Huijin, "Master, I'm just anxious to know what happened!"

Huijin looked at her, sat down beside the bed, and said simply: "The three of them entered the Sutra Pavilion at night and accidentally touched the shocking drum. They fainted by the sound of the drum. They gave each of them a book called "The Heart Sutra of Mahaprajna Paramita". They said in front of the Bodhisattva that they would repent of chanting sutras. So they opened the door of the temple and let them leave on their own."

"Let them leave on their own?" Song Ruoxi felt incredible about this treatment. "They visited the Sutra Pavilion at night, and they had no intention of stealing the treasures in the temple. They should be locked up and interrogated. How could they let them go?"

"This is the place where all the nuns practice, and there are no treasures. It is just a matter of spreading rumors. When they find out that there is nothing they want in the Ming Temple, they will not disturb you again." Huijin smiled slightly, put his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name, "I am merciful and save all sentient beings. I wish them to put down their butcher's knife and become Buddhas on the spot."

Song Ruoxi curled his lips, put down the butcher's knife and became a ghost on the ground, but she would not say this to Hui Jin, so as not to listen to a bunch of Buddhist Zen scriptures and yawn, "Master, I'm sleepy."

"If you are sleepy, go to bed." Huijin looked at her lovingly, smiled brightly, got up and turned off the oil lamp, and went out to go back to the room.

The temple restored the tranquility of the night, and the three men in black who left by themselves used their light skills to move forward quickly in the forest. They soon arrived at the inn at the foot of the mountain, stood on the roof, and made a strange cry.

A room in the inn responded, and the three of them flashed into the dark room.

"Can you find it?" The cold male voice rang in the dark.

"Young Master, my subordinates fainted from the loud noise before they entered the Sutra Pavilion, and they had no chance to find him." The timid voice was filled with fear. If the mission failed before it started, what kind of severe punishment would they be punished?

The sound of the shocking drum was very far at night. Even if you live at the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely hear it. The man in the dark was silent for a moment and asked, "Since you were shocked, how did you escape back?"

"I didn't escape back, but the old nun released the subordinates and gave each of them a Buddhist scripture, saying that I wanted my subordinates to recite the scriptures and regret it."

"Let you come back?" the man sneered, "I'm afraid you've been followed, but I don't know."

"The subordinates were sure that they were not followed, so they came to see the young master." The man in black explained anxiously.

With a "swoosh", the oil lamp in the house was lit up. The man sitting on the chair was no one else. It was Chen Mo who should have left here long ago, "bring the Buddhist scriptures."

The three men in black standing in the house quickly took out the book of the book that was placed in their arms and presented it to him with their hands. Chen Mo opened the book of scriptures and wrote a scripture copied in regular script. Each stroke and stroke, the font was beautiful and round. The last page of the book of scriptures was not a scripture. He wrote a sentence: "The fields are in autumn, and the fields are full of cauliflowers in spring."

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and his face was as deep as water. Hui Jin was indeed powerful. He knew that it was his sent. Those who returned home in a desperate situation said that the temple was very strict. He tried it today and was indeed not a shame. He had already alerted the snake. He could only wait for the snake to be unprepared and then take action. He decided to make up his mind, and moved his fingers slightly to signal the man in black to leave.

The man in black did not expect Chen Mo to let them go so simply. He breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and retreated, jumped onto the roof, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye. The lights in the room went out and everything returned to peace.

The next day, although the wind and snow stopped, the coldness did not diminish. Song Ruoxi went to the Sutra Pavilion to find a master despite the cold weather. The Sutra Pavilion had three floors, Buddha bone relics were enshrined on the third floor, and the first and second floors were placed with various scriptures and notes hosted by all generations.

The person who cleaned the Sutra Pavilion was not the wrinkled old nun, but the six young nuns. When Song Ruoxi came in, he stopped his work and bowed together, "Uncle Master."

"You guys keep cleaning, don't worry about me, I'll come and have nothing to do." Song Ruoxi said with a smile.
Chapter completed!