Learning Sanskrit
"Void! Have you cleaned up the Sutra Depository?"
In the Chores Quarters, Huiqing was patrolling with her round belly.
A young servant monk who was about ten years old and dressed in a white monk robe put his hands together and bowed when he saw this. He replied,"Martial Uncle Huiqing, I've already finished cleaning the Sutra Depository!”
"That's right. Xuchen, have you finished your homework?？”
Huiqing had a slightly tipsy smile on her face. Her cheeks were still flushed red, and the meat oil at the corner of her mouth hadn't been wiped clean. It was bright and greasy. With one look, one could tell that this monk had stolen some fish.
Huiqing wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
Ye Chen saw his expression and understood.
This Huiqing was not a monk who abided by the rules. He always secretly went down the mountain to break the precepts. He was a pure wine and meat monk. However, this had nothing to do with Ye Chenxin, so he could not be bothered.
At that moment, he put his hands together and said,"The ground has been swept, Martial Uncle Huiqing."”
His homework was to sweep the floor. He was just a little sweeping monk.
Xu Kong, who was standing beside him, was in charge of cleaning the Sutra Library. They were all doing the most basic work.
"Not bad, not bad. Let's go to the canteen to eat vegetarian food! I'll go to the kitchen to take a look at that lazy fellow!”After Huiqing finished speaking, she left with her big belly.
Ye Chenxin and the little monk looked at each other in the air, made faces at each other, and quickly walked towards the canteen.
After these few days of interaction, Ye Chen had also gotten to know a few monks among the many servant monks in the servant quarters. One was the void. The other was the 'lazy fellow's Ethereal Energy' that Huiqing mentioned.
She was in her twenties, liked to sleep in, and worked in the kitchen.
Because he was too lazy, he was often lectured.
There was also a young monk called Xu Jing, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Contrary to his Dharma name, he did not like quietness at all. He was a very lively and active young monk. He liked to fight and especially wanted to become a martial arts master. However, his aptitude was not high. Otherwise, he would not have been assigned to the Chores Quarters. He was currently helping out in the kitchen.
In the small dining hall, hundreds of monks sat and ate vegetarian food.
Ye Chenxin left the place after eating with the monks from the Chores Yard.
They still had other tasks to do.
In the Chores Quarters, other than working, they also needed to go to the Great Treasure Hall to practice writing, recite scriptures, and learn the knowledge that monks must have. However, they were not allowed to practice martial arts.
According to Martial Uncle Huiqing, he had to undergo a three-month trial period before he could learn Shaolin Temple's martial arts.
However, Ye Chenxin already had a system.
He was no longer passionate about martial arts.
No matter how powerful martial arts were, they could not compare to the divine powers of Buddhism!
He was only interested in merit points now. With merit points, everything would be fine.
"Take out the Diamond Sutra that I gave you.”
"Yes, sir! Elder!"
Ye Chen took out the Diamond Sutra that he had long read.
The group of servant monks sitting on the praying mats also took out their scriptures and looked at the skinny old monk sitting in front of them seriously. The old monk seemed to be asleep, but his words were unusually clear.
"Today, I will recite the fourteenth level of the Diamond Sutra, the Nirvana of Separation."
"Subhuti. I heard that it's a scripture..."
"Subhuti. I heard that it's a scripture."
When the old monk recited a paragraph, the young monks followed suit. However, none of them could understand the words on the scriptures. Some of them even held the scriptures upside down, but they still looked extremely serious, making people not know whether to laugh or cry.
The old monk would only teach them to recognize these words after they finished reciting the scriptures.
"Why? This man doesn't have my face. No one's face. There are no signs of life. The face of the Wushou."
The monks agreed.
Looking at the scripture, Ye Chen looked at the old monk again and could not help but admire him.
The old monk had already memorized these scriptures and did not need to read them at all. Taking advantage of the moment when the monks were silent, Ye Chen read out the next paragraph of the scripture loudly in his heart: "Why? My phase is the phase of right and wrong. The appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of those who live is the appearance of right and wrong."
The hall was silent.
The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Chenxin with the young monk from the Chores Yard.
"You, can recognize the words on the scriptures?" The old monk's eyes lit up as he stared at Ye Chenxin.
"Xuchen learned a little before entering the temple, so he recognized it.”
"Yes, continue reading."
the old monk said after a moment of silence.
Ye Chen, who deliberately acted extraordinary, was secretly happy. He recited two more lines of scripture as he was told, and then said,"Elder, I don't recognize the people below.”
The old monk revealed a joyful expression and nodded in praise.""That's right. Although his aptitude for martial arts isn't high, he has an extraordinary talent in the Dao of writing. Your Dharma name is Xuchen, right? After the lecture, you will stay behind."
"Yes, Elder." Ye Chen put his hands together and thanked him.
The other young monks looked envious.
The chanting continued.
Xu Kong, who was sitting beside Ye Chenxin, whispered,""Xuchen, how are you so powerful? Many of the elders had never taught him those words.”
"I've learned this before. Sit tight, or the elders will punish you.”
"I won't, unless you promise to teach me!”
"I'll teach you. Sit properly!"
Xu Kong sat down obediently.
As time passed, the chanting ended very quickly.
The old monk simply taught them how to practice literature and calligraphy, then let them go back to do their homework. Only Ye Chenxin was left behind to give him special treatment. Ye Chenxin could read to begin with. In addition to his good memory after transmigrating, he easily convinced the old monk.
In the old monk's eyes, he was just a little divine monk.
Therefore, the old monk made up his mind.
"Xuchen, this is Sanskrit. I'll teach you, but you have to learn it seriously.”
The old monk took out a yellowed Buddhist scripture from somewhere and said to Ye Chenxin.
"Yes, Elder."
The reason why he had displayed his extraordinary talent was to learn Sanskrit from this old monk.
He had to clean the Sutra Depository as well. Sometimes, Ye Chenxin found that many of the scriptures there were written in Sanskrit, which he could not understand at all. Thinking that this would affect his enlightenment of the Buddhist scriptures, Ye Chen planned how to learn Sanskrit.
It was obvious that he had gotten what he wanted.
After talking with the old monk, Ye Chen got a satisfactory result. The old monk of the Great Treasure Hall had promised him that he could study Sanskrit for an hour every day without affecting his schoolwork.
Ye Chen was overjoyed and thanked him profusely.
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