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Chapter 178 Sutra Pavilion
"Brother, Brother!
Your jaw dropped to the ground." Huineng was amused by Huijing's surprised expression and reminded her softly.
Hui Jing came back to her senses and explained to Huineng: “Brother, the Sutra Library is open to us, which means we will be able to access unlimited martial arts secrets and supreme Buddhist classics.
This is a precious resource for our practice!"
When Huineng heard this, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "Ah! If that's the case, then we two are going to be rich!"
The abbot laughed and gently reminded: "Buddhist disciples must not be greedy, and should focus on practice. Remember this!"
Huijing and Huineng immediately put their hands together, nodded slightly to the abbot, and said respectfully: "Amitabha!
Follow the abbot's instructions!"
The next day, the early summer morning light gently sprinkled on the earth, the sky was clear, and the breeze was not dry.
The main hall of the Discipline Hall in Bailin Temple is majestic and solemn.
Soon, the Discipline Hall made a fair judgment on the dog meat incident caused by Huiyuan and a group of monks.
Because Huiyuan violated the temple rules, he was severely punished by being beaten with the cane fifty times and forced to face the wall for one hundred days.
The martial monks in the Arhat Hall who had participated in this incident, including Huiqing, were also punished by facing the wall for thirty days as a punishment.
From then on, Huiyuan, Huiqing and some martial monks in the Arhat Hall developed a deep resentment towards Huijing and Huineng.
However, Huijing and Huineng had no time to care about the feelings of Huiyuan and others.
All they have in their hearts now is their devotion to Buddhism and their pursuit of martial arts.
The Sutra Library, as the holy place for book collection in Bailin Temple, has an irreplaceable status in Bailin Temple.
At this moment, Huijing and Huineng looked so small standing in front of this magnificent five-story attic.
At this time, Huineng exclaimed sincerely: "Wow!
This is the Sutra Library, the holy place for books in Bailin Temple!
It’s really quite impressive.”
Huijing immediately turned to Huineng and warned him, "Brother, you must never lie in a place like the Sutra Repository!
Be careful or you may get into trouble! "
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I won't do it again."
The Sutra Repository has a total of five floors, and its height far exceeds that of an ordinary five-story building, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.
Each floor is connected by an exquisite wooden staircase.
The roofs are usually covered with glazed tiles, which are neatly arranged, brightly colored, and sparkling in the sun.
The unique design of the roof's eaves and corners is both decorative and effective in draining water.
There is a pagoda on the top floor, which adds a sense of mystery and majesty.
The walls are mostly made of brick and stone and may be painted red, giving them a simple and elegant look.
The doors and windows are exquisitely designed, which not only provide ventilation and lighting, but also incorporate rich cultural connotations.
The window lattices are carved with auspicious patterns such as lotus and auspicious clouds, symbolizing the vastness of Buddhism.
The gate of the Sutra Repository is carved from ancient wood and is magnificent. On both sides of the gate, two burly and solemn monks stand like guardian gods, their eyes revealing an inviolable majesty.
Huijing and Huineng, with awe in their hearts, put their hands together, bowed slightly, and chanted softly: "Amitabha! Senior Brother Huizhen, Senior Brother Huiren, this is the abbot's handwritten order."
Huijing respectfully handed over the abbot's handwritten letter. Huizhen took it, examined it carefully, and then gently returned it.
As the two nodded slightly, the heavy wooden door slowly opened. With a creaking sound, the two heavy wooden doors were slowly opened.
When Huineng stepped into the Sutra Repository, his eyes were filled with surprise and shock.
This is a whole new world for him.
The entire first floor is spacious, with rows of towering bookshelves arranged in order, and each book carries thousands of years of wisdom and heritage.
The simple decoration adds a touch of solemnity and mystery. It is similar to a modern library, but with a more otherworldly charm.
Just as the two were immersed in this shock, an old and deep voice suddenly sounded, like an echo from ancient times, which made people feel awe.
"Two little guys, didn't you come over?"
Huijing and Huineng looked in the direction of the sound and after a careful search, they finally found a cushion in an inconspicuous corner. An old monk in a gray robe was sitting cross-legged on the cushion with his eyes closed, resting.
He seemed to be isolated from the world, but his otherworldly temperament could not be ignored.
Huijing brought Huineng and slowly approached, put his hands together again, bowed and said: "Amitabha, I pay my respects to Master Kongwen."
The voice was full of respect for the predecessors.
The old monk Kongwen slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Huijing and Huineng, and then slowly closed them again.
"It's rare that you, a little guy, actually recognized me!" Although his voice was soft, it made people dare not slack off.
"Then, let me introduce the layout and rules of the Sutra Library to you two little guys:
The bookshelves on the first and second floors are filled with Buddhist texts and scriptures. This is a holy place for monks to cultivate their minds and cultivate their character.
The third and fourth floors contain rare martial arts secrets and physical skills manuals, which is the paradise that martial artists dream of.
As for the fifth floor, it is a forbidden area and no one is allowed to enter without the special approval of the abbot.
In addition, you must remember the rules of the Sutra Library - all books are not allowed to be taken away from here, and violators will be severely punished by the Discipline Hall."
After saying this, Master Kongwen closed his eyes again, as if everything had returned to its original tranquility.
Huijing and Huineng looked at each other, their hearts filled with curiosity and yearning for the unknown world.
Huineng looked at the rows of Buddhist scriptures in front of him and felt dizzy. He really had no interest in Buddhism at all.
"Brother, the first and second floors are filled with Buddhist scriptures, so let's go directly to the third floor."
What Huineng didn't expect was that his senior brother actually came to study Buddhist scriptures.
"Junior brother, my main purpose for coming to the Sutra Library is to study Buddhism. I don't really have much interest in martial arts.
We can only go our separate ways here, please go to the third floor quickly and don't waste time here."
When Huineng first heard Huijing's words, he was surprised, but after careful consideration, he felt relieved.
In Bailin Temple, there are actually not many warrior monks. Most of the monks come here to practice Zen and study Buddhism.
They are immersed in scriptures all day long, and few of them practice martial arts.
As for his senior brother, he was a monk serving as a errand boy. Huineng often saw him busy with chores and rarely saw him reciting scriptures, so Huineng actually did not understand this senior brother who was only ten years old.
"Okay then, I'll go up right away and not disturb you, brother!"
After saying that, Huijing turned and walked towards the stairs to the second floor.
After arriving at the second floor, Huineng found that the layout here was similar to that of the first floor. There was also a cushion in the corner, and an old monk in a gray robe was sitting on it.
After Huineng took a quick glance, he continued to walk up the stairs to the third floor.
Stepping onto the third floor, Huineng immediately felt that the decorative style of this floor was completely different from that of the second floor, and the overall atmosphere seemed tougher and more resolute.
Huineng walked casually in front of a row of bookshelves on the third floor and pulled out an old paper book.
"Iron Sand Palm!" he whispered, "This name is really domineering. I wonder how powerful it will be after I master it..."