Sorry, sorry, no updates for a few days, will double update to make up for it, haha! ***************************** Temple life is simple and austere, but very regular. Jing Xuans schedule was the same as that of the young disciples. Every day at the end of Yin, he would get up, and the older monks would chant scriptures and do morning exercises in the main hall. The young disciples would carry water buckets to fetch water from the small stream at the foot of the mountain to temper their minds.

  The water bucket is also particular, each water bucket weighs about five kilograms, and two are ten kilograms. The bottom of the bucket is conical in shape and cannot stand upright. After the monks fetch water, they must run back to the temple without resting halfway, otherwise the water will spill.

  Behind the Puti Temple, there are dozens of large water vats with a diameter of three meters and a height of two meters. Young monks must fill up these vats every morning before the bell rings. Whether its for irrigation or drinking, all the water used in the temple comes from here. Among them, two large vats are different from the others, with a wooden staircase placed on the edge of the vat. This is specially prepared for cleaning dust. A five-year-old kid cant even reach half the height of the vat.

  The water bucket used by Jingchen is smaller than usual, and he only uses one bucket at a time. The time it takes to fill two buckets is just enough for the other monks to fill all the remaining buckets, and after finishing fetching water, they can go have breakfast with the older monks who are doing their morning chanting.

  This good habit was naturally brought down the mountain by Xiaoguang, at 5 am, Xiaoguangs biological clock, which is more accurate than Beijing time, woke up on time, blinked his eyes, and unconsciously moved a little, only to find himself being held in his fathers arms. Xiaoguang accidentally softened his heart, it turned out that his father was afraid of the dark to such an extent?

  The good little bald head raised his hand and touched his fathers head, Bai Xijing, who was not sleeping too deeply, woke up immediately. He opened his eyes and was almost blinded by the kind (?! ) light in his sons eyes. The little bald head blinked, "Dad, did you sleep well last night?"

  Bai Xi Jing let go of the dust that had been trapped in his arms without leaving any marks, and lightly coughed, saying reluctantly, "Good."

  Xiao Guangtou smiled contentedly and scrambled to his feet, starting to put on his clothes. Bai Xijing was stunned, what kind of logic is this?

  "Put on your dust-proof suit and woolen pants, jump down to the ground. Bai Xi Jing finally couldnt help but speak up, What are you doing?"

  "Fetching water..." No, thats not right. Yesterday she saw the pipe that produced water with her own eyes, so it seems like they dont need to fetch water here. Jingchen tilted his head and thought for a moment about Masters worldly knowledge course, then said decisively, "Im going for a morning run."

  Bai Xi Jing suddenly remembered the routine of life on the mountain, thinking that when he first came down from the mountain, he was also diligent in various ways, exercising and getting used to things, but now... had indeed degenerated!

  Then, Xiaoguang led Dumb Dad into a deep repentance of the Buddha on the first clear morning after descending the mountain.

  After his repentance, Bai Xijing fell again and was lying on the bed with one hand propping up his head, gazing at Xiaoguangs busy figure with an appreciative look. Finally, Xiaoguang stood in front of the bed, seriously zipping up the zipper of his sports jacket like a learned scholar, and said to Bai Xijing seriously, "A days plan is made in the morning, Master said that no matter where you are, you cant waste your cultivation, Dad, do you want to come with me?"

  "...The somewhat dark and silly dad looked out the window at the faintly visible dawn sky, shook his head decisively, and decided that sleep was more important. He had already completely forgotten about the silent confession to Buddha five minutes ago."

  Xiao Guang didnt mind either, ran to the entrance and changed into sports shoes before opening the door and going out.

  After standing in front of the elevator for a full five minutes, Xiaoguang decisively decided to take the stairs.

  Jin Ding Garden community covers a large area, although there are not many households, but they are all wealthy and influential people. In order to satisfy the owners to the greatest extent, there are not only dedicated sports fields, leisure gardens, and small plazas, but also tennis courts, basketball courts, and a bowling alley, which can be turned into a mini entertainment center. Of course, these recreational facilities are free for residents within the community, while outsiders cannot even enter the outermost gate of the community.

  There are many people exercising in the garden in the morning, mostly elderly people. There are also many people running on the sports field, mostly young people. However, on a cold winter day, there are hardly any who will come out to brave the chill at five oclock.

  Looking at the dark and empty playground, thinking of those diligent and hardworking senior monks on the mountain, Little Monk suddenly felt a little sad.

  Like a little adult, he let out a deep sigh and started running with his two short legs. Without the pressure of the water bucket and water, the little monks energy was still very abundant and didnt consume much, with plenty of endurance.

  After running for dozens of rounds, she was sweating profusely but didnt have the awareness to take off her clothes. She stopped to rest for a while and found a place with better air to start practicing boxing. The martial arts of Bodhi Temple dont have any specific name, its just passed down from generation to generation by the disciples of the Wu Seng Tang. And there is no idea in the temple that would starve the master to death, every disciple is taught seriously, of course, how much they can learn and what level they can reach depends on their own abilities. Buddha said: Creation!

  Unfortunately, Jingchen was a young monk with great innate talent. His martial arts aptitude was high, and he had learned to fight before learning to read scriptures. So, despite his young age, he was still in high demand at the Wuseng Hall.

  The sky gradually brightened, and the number of people exercising in the morning increased. It was probably around 7:00 am when Xiaoguang finished his exercise and prepared to head home. As he passed by a small square, he saw many elderly people posing as if they were boxing, but their punches were really slow.

  The little monk, who didnt know what Tai Chi was, thought he had seen the ultimate martial art in the mortal world and couldnt help but stop to watch. The old man with a head full of silver hair at the front couldnt help but smile, "Little friend, want to practice together?"

  Xiao Guang thought for a moment and shook his head, "Its wrong to secretly learn someone elses martial arts."

  The childs voice was clear and loud, and many elderly people in front heard it. Looking at Xiaoguangs serious and solemn appearance, they couldnt help but laugh, "Haha ~, kid, if you learn well, it wont be considered stealing."

  Nowadays, Tai Chi has become a popular exercise for the elderly to stay healthy, so theres no need to sneak around. These old men and women just think Xiaoguang looks cute and are teasing her on purpose, but Xiaoguang doesnt realize this at all.

  Tai Chi originated from Wudang, in that era, each school of martial arts had strict norms and regulations. The monks belonged to the Shaolin sect, and Shaolin monks would not and could not secretly learn Wudangs Tai Chi. Bodhi Temple had been isolated from the world for N years, and they didnt even know there was a type of fist called Tai Chi in the world. Jingchen was even more unlikely to know. She clenched her fists excitedly and seriously asked, "Really?"

  "Of course." Several old men and women echoed in agreement, with the one at the front even beckoning to her, "Come on over, Grandpa will teach you."

  "No need, if you want to teach me, I should call you master, but I already have a master."

  Xiao Guangs words made the old man pause, he smiled and didnt take it seriously, but soon his smile froze on his face and couldnt laugh anymore. Not just him, other elderly people practicing Tai Chi also stopped and stared at Xiao Guang in astonishment.

  Then, Xiaoguang tightly pursed his lips, with a serious expression like a scholar, and started practicing Tai Chi. From the starting posture, he moved on to turning, shifting, pushing, and blocking, just like the old men who had been practicing Tai Chi for years. As he was practicing, Xiaoguang suddenly stopped and looked at the old man in confusion, "What comes next? You didnt finish teaching me."

  The old man was surprised, "Have you learned?"