Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

He almost fled in a hurry and locked himself into the meditation room.

Fumbling to the table, Wangchen lit a stick of incense, sat cross-legged on the futon, twirling a Buddhist bead with one hand, and beating the wooden fish with the other.

Trying to calm down in this way.

However, he failed.

Like a bewildered man, the picture just now would involuntarily pop into his mind.

After a pause, Wang Chen got up and went out, taking advantage of the night to come to the Buddhist hall.

Facing the golden Buddha statue, he tried to enter meditation again, saying "Amitabha..."

Heart...but twisted like hemp.

Until the buddha beads were broken, Wang Chen's clear eyes were only blanked and dull.

In front of the Buddha statue, the beads were broken.

This is the Buddha's instruction.

He has demons.

The little monk stood up slowly, lowered his head, picked up the beads scattered on the ground one by one, and put them into his sleeves.

In the second half of the night, Wang Chen stayed up all night, kneeling on the futon.

The guilt in my heart was infinitely magnified in this quiet and cold night.

…

next morning.

Feng Qian got up early and went directly to the meditation hall after breakfast.

At this point in time, the little fragment has not come over yet.

Feng Qian sat cross-legged, not daring to doze off, so he sat quietly and meditated.

Soon, she heard the sound of the door of the meditation hall being pushed open.

But it was just pushed away, and there was no movement after that. Feng Qian looked back, only to see the little monk guarding the meditation hall bowing his head and closing the door.

Feng Qian turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

Well, it looks like the little shard won't be coming today.

…

The front yard of Jingyuan Temple.

Wang Chen lowered his eyes, his white fingertips held on to the gray broom, and slowly cleaned the ground.

The little monk passing by was a little surprised when he saw Wangchen, "Brother Wangchen, why are you sweeping the floor here?"

In the temple, there are also special sweeping monks.

For Wangchen to practice in the monastery, he only needs to comprehend Buddhism and Zen principles.

It's amazing to be sweeping here now.

What's more, everyone in the monastery knew that at this point in the past, Wang Chen would go to the meditation hall to meditate on time and not eat or drink until night.

The young monks in the monastery all admire and respect Wangchen.

He has a firm will and excellent wisdom, he has understood the principles of Zen, and he has also been able to solve the signature. Even though he is fourteen years old, the monks of the same generation still treat him as a senior.

Hearing the sound, Wangchen paused, and said: "Sweeping the floor is also a kind of practice."

Hearing the other party's answer, the young monks nodded with a vague understanding.

Secretly admiring him from the bottom of my heart, Senior Brother Wangchen's realm is just different.

The little monk raised his right hand to his chest, and said, "Amitabha. Then... Senior Brother Wangchen, we won't bother you."

Wangchen paused for a moment while holding the broom, freed his right hand, and returned a salute.

"Amitabha."

After the person left, he continued to sweep the floor with his head down.

Wangchen is always like this, with no emotion on his face, as if he is supercilious, looking down on the world of mortals, so calm that people feel that he and the other party are not in the same time and space.

There is the hustle and bustle of the world here, but there is silence and tranquility, where you can hear the drop of a needle.

In the past, his heart was like still water, calm and indifferent, indifferent to everything in the world.

Now, it is ironic that excuses are used to fool those little monks.

The calmness on his face could not hide the restlessness and panic in his heart.

When he opened the door of the meditation hall and saw the girl, the blood in his body seemed to congeal for an instant, and after he realized it, he fled.

Facing that girl, he began to lose his calm.

It was the first time he had practiced Buddhism for many years, he felt so helpless, and his unusual reaction in front of the girl also inflated the guilt in Wangchen's heart.