Jinghui finished washing the dishes and went to the backyard of the inn to fetch water. The backyard was quiet at this time, and Luo Yan was standing in the corner alone, facing the wall.
There was a well in the backyard. There used to be a bucket, but it was gone. Jinghui looked around, trying to find it. Na Luo Yan said in the corner: "The store just took the bucket away."
He knew what Jinghui was looking for without even looking back. Jinghui said "oh" and said, "You did something wrong. You have to punish yourself by facing the wall."
Na Luo Yan still didn't look back and said: "Facing the wall does not necessarily mean you have done something wrong. I have been feeling uneasy recently and I need to think about it."
Jinghui took a step forward and said, "There is still some food for dinner, can you finish it?"
Then Luo Yan turned around, smiled and said, "I just had dinner."
Jinghui said: "How can that bowl of rice be enough for you?" Naluo Yan asked back: "How do you know I'm not full? I really have enough."
Jing Hui said: "Because your name is Naluoyan. This name comes from Fenyu. I know what it means."
Naluo Yan said: "The name is just a title. Your name is Jinghui. Are you a monk?"
Jinghui turned her head and looked at the sky, and whispered: "The Bodhi tree, the ever-bright lamp, the black hair is gone, and I spend my whole life muttering words. I have been a monk in Yongtai Temple since I was a child, and wars and bandits have linked up, and the temple has been set on fire. Master thinks of me as pitiful , I had no choice but to return to secular life.”
Na Luoyan said: "No wonder you don't eat meat and fish, only vegetables."
Jinghui sighed softly and said: "My senior brother has a bad attitude towards you, so don't take it too seriously. He is actually not a bad person and has a good heart." Naluo Yan said: "I know, he is willing to take me in , gave me food to eat, I have always been grateful to him."
He picked up a branch and wrote two words on the ground: "This is my name. The name Narayan is what the brothers in the temple call me."
Jinghui turned her head and looked at the writing on the ground and said, "I don't know the writing."
Narayana asked curiously: "Then how did you recite sutras when you were a child?"
Jinghui said: "It's all passed down by word of mouth from the masters. They are busy all day long and have no time to teach me. Have you also lived in a temple?"
Naluo Yan nodded and said: "I have lived here for a few years, and I came here only half a year ago."
Jinghui whispered "Oh" and didn't know what to say. Both of them were not good at words. Luo Yan squatted down, pointed at the words on the ground and said: "Read these two words... "Before he could say anything, there was a sound of rapid footsteps, followed by Shi Statai's voice shouting: "Jinghui, Jinghui..."
Na Luo Yan stood up in a hurry and wiped his name off the ground with his feet. Jing Hui agreed. Shi Statai had already walked to the backyard. He was holding the wooden basin in his hand. He looked at Na Luo Yan, his eyes were burning, and he said angrily: "As expected, you are pestering my junior sister here. My master was kind enough to take you in, but he didn't expect to save an ungrateful beast!"
Jinghui said anxiously: "What are you talking nonsense!" After hearing his words, Luo Yan did not answer him, but clenched his fists with both hands.
Shistatai frantically threw the wooden basin on the ground. The wooden basin rolled over and landed at Narayana's feet.
