In a hazy way, bursts of confused sounds came into my ears, and Xie Fan's consciousness woke up slowly.
Me, still alive?
This was the first thought that came to his mind.
As a social animal who has just graduated and is still in the internship period, he worked overtime for a week continuously and slept only three or four hours a day.
Finally, I had a hallucination in the office last night. I saw the code on the screen jump out and yell at myself, "Why write bugs! Why write bugs!"
Roaring and beating himself with hot Kunjin.
He ran away in a panic in fear, and turned the window into a door. He took one step and avoided 50 years of detours.
Sure enough, you can't go crazy at work.
Unfortunately, I'm an orphan. The company doesn't even have to pay anyone.
But why didn't you send it? Isn't the company on the 18th floor?
Xie Fan tried hard to open his eyes, but it was hazy.
I want to move, but I find my body doesn't work.
I want to shout twice, but the sound is' wow wow '.
Xie Fan is confused, blind, dumb and paralyzed?
Help me up and let me jump again!
"Eh? It seems that there is a crying baby?"
"Alas! Who left the child here?"
Suddenly two women's voices came, and Xie Fan was stunned.
Baby? I?
As the sound of footsteps approached, Xie Fan felt that his arms were circling into his soft arms.
"I'm afraid it's just a full term!"
There was a voice above his head. Xie Fan tried to open his eyes, only to find that he could barely see things when he was close.
It is a huge face, beautiful features, dignified and elegant. She is a woman, with her lips lit, a string of Buddhist beads hanging around her neck, and her hair meticulously combed in an ancient high bun.
A soft hand touched his body and turned out a piece of paper from his swaddling clothes.
The woman opened her eyes and asked, "Xie Fan... is that the child's name?"
"Madam, there is no one nearby, and the child may have been abandoned," said a younger female voice.
"Amitabha, Amitabha... Who is so cruel and evil..."
Xie Fan was confused for a long time, and his smart IQ gradually regained the high ground.
I have... passed through!
It also became an abandoned baby!
Xie Fan felt a chill in his heart. What's the beginning?
Plug in? Golden finger? grandpa?
I called in my heart, but no one answered.
Xie Fan feels cold in his heart.
"What should I do? If the child is left here, then..."
The woman's huge face looked down at her, and her eyes and eyebrows were full of sadness. It could be seen that she should be a kind-hearted person.
Xie Fan's heart was moved. Seeing the woman's dress, she still had a servant girl beside her. It should be a rich family.
He was picked up by a kind-hearted person from a rich family and accepted as an adopted son. He grew up under the oppression and humiliation of his own offspring in the side room of the main house, and then counterattacked. Maybe he will also have a childhood sweetheart who is a servant girl.
It turned out that the script I took was not unacceptable.
After all, what is more intolerable than overtime?
"Madam, if you take it back to your home, the master will not allow it."
The servant girl on the side mercilessly broke Xie Fan's plan.
The woman looked down at Xie Fan, frowning.
A moment later, the servant girl nearby suddenly said, "That's right! Not long ago, Ying'an Temple opened a charity hall. You can send it there! This is a piece of merit!"
Xie Fan saw the woman's eyes brighten and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Master Hongji is an eminent monk and will take good care of him!"
With these words, the master and servant had already started.
Xie Fan is stunned and sent to the Monk Temple at the beginning? I'm not familiar with this script!
He tried to struggle to show his attitude, but the baby's body was so weak that he felt tired and fell asleep.
……
Dayan Dynasty, Shishan City, Ying'an Temple.
The lintel is towering and majestic, and the three characters "Ying'an Temple" on the red sandalwood plaque are shining in the sun.
The three legged incense burner, two people tall, was sitting on the square paved with white marble. The Sanskrit sound was blowing and the fragrance was curling.
There are many pilgrims coming and going. The golden Buddha in the Mahavira Hall is shining brightly. There are even two monks standing beside the merit box all the time, so that the merit box can be replaced when it is full.
Buddhism came from the Western Regions, not from the local Dayan Dynasty.
But Shishan City is located in the northwest of Dayan, close to the Western Regions, and deeply influenced by Buddhism.
Ying'an Temple occupies a large area in the Stone Mountain City and has a high status. Even the dignitaries in the city lord's mansion are regular visitors in the temple.
The seven storey glazed tower is the highest point of the whole Shishan City.
The Benevolence Hall is located in a corner of Ying'an Temple's backyard, which is a separate courtyard.
Every morning, the deafening sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lv will come through the high wall and wake Xie Fan on his bed.
Xie Fan yawned, rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed.
It has been three years since I was sent to Ying'an Temple by the kind-hearted lady.
Finally, I can't speak, see or move. Now I can walk, jump and talk.
Life in Shantang is boring. The daily diet is porridge, steamed bread and pickled vegetables. The only source of protein is eggs.
But somehow, I survived in this strange world.
Regrettably, I still haven't awakened any plug-in.
Xie Fan got up and put on his clothes in a babbling sound.
"Xie Fan, you did a good job."
The little novice monk in charge of looking after them praised Xie Fan with satisfaction when he saw Xie Fan dressed himself.
Among these children, Xie Fan is the most precocious. No matter when he was hungry or had to pee, he would make a sound signal and didn't need much attention.
Even at the age of three, he can read books by himself!
This surprised the Sami of the Charity Hall. They called him talented and promising.
As usual, the breakfast consisted of porridge with pickles, half steamed bread and an egg.
As we were having breakfast, a loud chanting sounded behind the high wall next door, echoing over the temple.
The monks stood up with their faces down, folded their hands, and began to chant in a low voice.
Xie Fan and other children in the Charity Hall had to put down their food and stood up and bowed their heads in silence.
Two days ago, Master Hongji, the abbot of Ying'an Temple, suddenly passed away without any sign. For the past three days, he has been chanting sutras for him every day.
The pilgrims of the whole Stone Mountain City were deeply grieved and spontaneously gathered in Ying'an Temple every day to commemorate Master Hongji.
Even these two days, many people have stopped doing business and planting fields. They come here every day to recite scriptures to Monk Hongji.
The monk who is responsible for replacing the empty merit box has broken his waist these days.
After about half a burn of incense, the chanting sound behind the high wall gradually stopped.
Xie Fan, the children of the Charity Hall, can sit down and continue to eat.
After breakfast, it's time to start 'morning class'.
The children of Shantang had to sit honestly on the futon and listen to the monks chanting sutras.
Children often fall asleep when they listen. Xie Fan is also not interested in these Buddhist scriptures.
It was not easy to finish half an hour of morning classes, and then I had to do all kinds of work under the supervision of the monks.
To carry water, wash and clean, no matter children are three or ten years old, they have to do whatever work they can, otherwise there will be no lunch.
Xie Fan was very happy that Ying'an Temple didn't let Xie Fan starve to death, but Xie Fan didn't like the way of life in Ying'an Temple.
Before crossing, I was a crazy social animal at work. After crossing, I had to work every day for a bite to eat and listen to the superior chanting sutras.
Then I wear it for nothing?
After work, I had lunch, and the afternoon was study time.
The so-called learning is still to listen to the sutras taught by the monks. If Xie Fan can read, he can read the sutras himself.
Today, however, there are some differences.
