Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 11: I Received Another Apprentice

After only three days at home, Grandma and Rosh moved to Wang Xin Temple. This is the temple of the royal family, just west of the palace, about a minute's walk from the National Master's Palace. Before Rosh left home, he had arranged for me to stay at his house as his Chinese teacher, and Rosh came to me every evening after class.

As for going to China Plains, because it is winter and snow is blocking the way, the merchants have long stopped moving forward. I'm leaving, and I have to wait for next spring. I am not in a hurry to leave. I have just arrived in Turz. I have not started my probation work. I have only learned half a bottle of vinegar in Spitting Fire. I am happy to accept this teaching position.

I have always been courteous, like a college professor in Confucianism. If we had a professor like him in our school, it was estimated that all the girls in the school would choose his classes and not even sit in the hallway. I couldn't help but think that if he taught Sanskrit, Ji would be able to learn Sanskrit without worrying. He was extremely reassured by me, never asking how I was taught, and gave me another student after Rosh praised me for teaching well.

Crude walked several times in King Turtle City - Yencheng. This oasis had a triple state-owned city, and the city was heavily guarded. The central palace is magnificent and glorious. The entire city is more than five or six times bigger than Wenjuku City I've visited, and the Buddhist atmosphere in the city is intense, with large and small Buddha temples everywhere.

Tortoise northern Yitian Mountain, among the countries of the western region can be counted as rich in water resources, so the farming and pasture are developed. The Tianshan Mountains are rich in gold copper and lead tin, and minerals are available throughout the western region. Together with its location at the crossroads of the Silk Road, the boom in commerce has also brought prosperity to the handicraft industry. Turtles are wealthy, ranked first in the whole west.

Daily silk horses are crowded with official channels and trendy markets for businessmen from all over the country. Walking in Turtle City is an ancient exposition of races: Moon, Usun, Hun, Express, Turkic, Vivid, Soft, Mongolian, Persian, Big Food, Geranium, even Greek Rome, among other modern European races, and of course a number of Chinese. Every time I walk down the street, I can stop walking and be stunned at pedestrians of different colours of clothing until I am severely despised by the new students who lead me beside me before moving on in love.

Speaking of my new students, alas, right now, it's making my head huge.

A super cute skin-whitening little guy is holding my sketchbook, graffitiing it with a pencil, and wiping it off with a rubber. He treats my reusable writing tool as the latest toy, and he doesn't like to draw it.

I whispered painfully: "Young master, little ancestor, little devil head. You think I own a stationery store? You erased half the rubber, you painted only half the pencil, and you wrote three broken sheets of paper. Do you know that these are non-renewable resources that you have consumed? Where are you going to buy them for me in this era? ”

Actually, I have it in my bag, but who knows how long I'm going to be here in ancient times, and it's always right to save it.

He ignored me and continued to paint. He doesn't understand anyway, I said it in Chinese. When I broke the fourth piece of paper, I finally couldn't bear to scream in flaming Roman: “Don't draw! ”

My river lion roar didn't do anything to this kid. He raised his head, and his two big, blinking eyes discharged desperately at me. His eyes, like Rosh's, inherited from his father, were light gray, and his curly reddish brown hair was his mother's. His light grey eyes twirled, he lost his pencil, climbed down the stool and squeezed it into my arms: “Then sing me a song! ”

Ever since Homomortis went to Auntie's office one day, he hasn't come back for a few nights, and the little guy's been in my room every night trying to sleep with me. I sang a song to him to make him less confused, and he started asking me to sing every day, and it didn't matter. My modern song, it's all hypnotic. Alas, it's a shame.

I sighed and gave the stool half way out, letting the little guy sit in my arms and sing Zhou Huajian's "Kiss My Baby" and pat him gently on the back. Little guy with his eyes closed and long eyelashes lined with tall nose beams, it's really cute.

I can actually understand why he likes to stick to me. Both his mother and brother served Buddha, and his mother left the country when he was six years old, with no news for more than four years. And his closest nanny passed away a few years ago. Although there is a maid babysitter in the house, she is unable to give him the love he needs most. At his age, he needed a playmate. Although he went to the palace every day to study with the princes, no one could play with him when he came home. He was like a little adult three years older than his brother, and he hadn't been with him for four years. Every time he saw Rosh, he was a little wary.

So I showed up, and I played the role of mother and playmate, and I let him have a delicate object every day. All his naughty moves around me were actually just to attract my attention and make me take an extra interest in him. Just bitter me. I was forced to be both a soldier and an enemy every day. I followed the Admiral for orders to report on the military situation. Then he pretended to fight the Great General Huahuadi, and finally raised the white flag and shouted for his life. Alas, jumping up and down with an energetic kid, tired me half to death every day.

I finished the song with pity and found him asleep. I picked him up and put him in bed. Rub his shoulder and whisper to him, “Do you know you're heavy? I can't hold you any bigger. I'm ten years old and I like kids' things, and I can fall asleep singing a song. ”

It has been snowing for a few days. I am from Gangnam. I rarely see such heavy snow with goose fur under the global warming greenhouse effect. I was really excited at the beginning, and I piled two snowmen in the yard with Fursati. But it wasn't long before I realized it wasn't fun. Because of the snow, I was afraid of the cold, so I rarely went out, and my expedition was temporarily delayed. Fortunately, Rosh brought a lot of books, including the Chinese version of History, Left Passage, Lu's Spring Autumn, Warring States Policy, Poetry, etc., which I've read a long time ago, and some books that have already been lost, such as the Shi Star.

His study also has a large number of Sanskrit Torch Rowenboro Fans Luwen volumes and books, which are very extensive. Sound rhythm, linguistics, process, technology, history, medicine, logic, astrology, legal record, etc. I looked at all the books in the house and drooled. If these books were to be brought back to modern times, it would be worth a lot of research. Books of this era are simply unaffordable, and a book amounts to a year's expenditure for ordinary people, not to mention books written on silk. The ultimatums used by the government, the deeds of sale, are mostly written on wooden boards, because paper is much more expensive than wooden boards.

The state-owned mansion of Tumorosis looks ordinary and has an average layout, but the wealth is hidden in this study. That's why I spend hours every day in this immeasurable study, desperately copying those precious books. I didn't mean to buy it, but he had a lot of books in his study that he couldn't even buy at the market with money. He had Morosis from India, and messengers from all over gave it to King Turz. Since I couldn't get it right, I had to copy it. So it's not boring these last few days.

And Rosh, he comes home every day, says hello to his father, then comes to my class, then goes to the study to read a few books. He read the book in silence, and I copied it in silence. He'll have an unfinished book in his hand when he leaves, and the next day he can take it away with him. Sometimes he comes and I haven't finished Fursati's class, so he sits around and reads his book, often waiting for me to lecture him, and he can already recite what he has to say. The wrong thing I said would also be gently corrected, making my forehead sweaty. Am I easy? It's all in one brain for 5,000 years. Can't you make a mistake? I slapped him in the head with impatience and warned him to respect his teacher.

I'm thinking about the experience of being a governess in the National Teacher's Office for over a decade, while I put a duvet on for Fursati. Suddenly I felt the cold behind me was Rosh, who opened the cold curtains and leaned on the door frame to look at me.

“Hey, how did you get here so early? ”

His evening classes are between 4: 00 and 5: 00, usually after 6: 00. It's actually 5: 30 today. How do I know the exact time? Because my time crosses the table already has a time function, and the corresponding twelve hours, the sun calendar and the date of the pubic calendar, it's very convenient. Since the loss of the crossing function, the watch has only left the chronograph function, so I still carry it with me every day, and others look at it as if it were a strange-looking bracelet.

It should also be noted that Xinjiang time differs from Beijing time by two hours, and when I travel in Xinjiang, I adjust my watch to Xinjiang time. Otherwise, I woke up at 10: 00 in the morning and ate lunch at 2: 00 or 3: 00 in the morning. It was still dawn at 9: 00 in the evening, and I slept more than 1: 00 a day. It was a strange time. Anyway, there was no time difference concept 1650 years ago, so my time crossed the table using modern Xinjiang time. (For convenience of drafting, the time mentioned in this paper is Xinjiang time, not Beijing time.

“Talked to Uncle Wang in the palace and came straight over. ”

He walked into the house and glanced calmly at the Fursati woman on the bed and suddenly said in flaming Roman: "Stop pretending. ”

Fursati immediately opened her eyes and rolled her bones from the bed to the ground, screaming blushly: “Brother. ”

I glanced at the dead kid, pretending to sleep, lying to me and holding him to bed. Rosh is still faint, letting Fursati go back to her room and sleep herself. Fursati was more scared to see his brother than he was to see his father, so he hurried out.

“He's still a kid, don't be so hard on him.” My motherhood is so overwhelming that I can't resist being hard on Fursati.

“That was a nice song.” He looked at it from the left to the right.

“It's just some Hanzi songs. Turtles' songs are definitely better.” Turtles "Orchestral Buddhist Letters of Good Nations” is recognized by Xuan Xuan.

“I've never heard of it.” He paused and frowned, "my parents never sang to me to sleep like you. ”

Imagine mumps and mumps singing to the baby Rosh, and I laughed out, presumably hypnotizing.

He looked at me with some confusion, and I said, “Do you want to hear it? ”

He hesitated, didn't answer me, but bowed his head. Then he nodded firmly at me, as if he had made a great determination. I'm a little weird. I'm just listening to a song. What else do you want? I sang "Kiss My Baby" again. When I thought of the bridge section of Song Huiqiao's song in "Romantic Mansion", I accompanied it with some temporary dance moves based on the lyrics. Of course, there was no beauty, but the comedy effect was particularly good. Look at the bright, cloudy little monks laughing at it. That carefree laugh is what a 13-year-old should have.

After singing, look at him still laughing, his laughter is really nice. I decided to look at him and try to put this smile in my head. He has been painting for several days, trying to bring his portrait back to modern times, so that people of the twenty-first century can see the true face of the great monk 1650 years ago. However, after all, I didn't learn to draw originally. It's okay to draw a plan and draw characters at a very limited level. Painted several times, not satisfied. Not to mention that without his rhyme, it doesn't even seem like a third. At this moment, I really hate that I don't have a pen from God. Otherwise, the smile in front of me, if I can enter the painting, will instantly condense into eternity. How wonderful!

His face began to blush again, his eyes floating elsewhere. I said to God, I must have made him uncomfortable to stare at him like that, hurry up and find something to say: "Well, what is it that Wang wants from you? ”