journeys toward enlightenment
More adventures in my House-as-the-worst-monk-ever monastery au. They have their own tag, if you're new here. <3
It was midafternoon and Guang was lying in the courtyard, playing with his cup-and-ball toy. A shadow fell across his face; the shadow was cast by Jing, who was blocking his sunbeam by rudely standing in it.
"The abbott is looking for you." Jing scolded, his hands on his hips.
"The abbott is always looking for me." Guang replied. "The abbott seems to think I should speak to the common people. I have tried, but the common people refuse to acknowledge my superior wisdom. I have enough trouble getting through to Rou, and his head is merely wooden while theirs are as boulders of the mountain."
"I see humility is not one of your stronger points." Jing sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, sinking down to sit on the grass beside his friend.
"It is always valuable to recognize failings." Guang agreed, tossing the ball in the air again.
Another shadow fell across them, and a yell echoed over the courtyard.
"Rou, why is your head yet again in the space taken up by my ball?"
"My mistake, Master." The acolyte hardly flinched. "A thousand pardons, again."
"That does seem to often be the case."
"Au Rong is here to see you, Master."
"Has he not left for his journey into the forest?" Jing inquired.
"I have asked him to come here before he begins his quest. Send him in, Rou, if you can find the way."
Rou left the courtyard and returned with Au Rong. The older monk was dressed for travelling; his head was freshly shaven and the holes in his robe were neatly mended.
"Farewell, old man." Au Rong bowed a small sarcastic bow from the edge of the courtyard. "I have learned much from you."
"Come closer." Guang murmured, his hand sprawled weakly over his eyes.
Au Rong shuffled forward.
"Closer."
He bent down. "Is something ailing you, Master Guang?"
Guang sat up and hit Au Rong sharply on the forehead with his knuckles. "Off with you."
Au Rong scowled and left with a flourish, rubbing his bald forehead.
"What was that for?" Jing asked in a tone of disbelief.
"When he returns he will be enlightened." Guang rose to his feet and scooped up his cup and ball toy again. "I wished to reprimand him once more. Have you brought rice for me? The kitchen's offerings always taste much better from your bowl."
It was midafternoon and Guang was lying in the courtyard, playing with his cup-and-ball toy. A shadow fell across his face; the shadow was cast by Jing, who was blocking his sunbeam by rudely standing in it.
"The abbott is looking for you." Jing scolded, his hands on his hips.
"The abbott is always looking for me." Guang replied. "The abbott seems to think I should speak to the common people. I have tried, but the common people refuse to acknowledge my superior wisdom. I have enough trouble getting through to Rou, and his head is merely wooden while theirs are as boulders of the mountain."
"I see humility is not one of your stronger points." Jing sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, sinking down to sit on the grass beside his friend.
"It is always valuable to recognize failings." Guang agreed, tossing the ball in the air again.
Another shadow fell across them, and a yell echoed over the courtyard.
"Rou, why is your head yet again in the space taken up by my ball?"
"My mistake, Master." The acolyte hardly flinched. "A thousand pardons, again."
"That does seem to often be the case."
"Au Rong is here to see you, Master."
"Has he not left for his journey into the forest?" Jing inquired.
"I have asked him to come here before he begins his quest. Send him in, Rou, if you can find the way."
Rou left the courtyard and returned with Au Rong. The older monk was dressed for travelling; his head was freshly shaven and the holes in his robe were neatly mended.
"Farewell, old man." Au Rong bowed a small sarcastic bow from the edge of the courtyard. "I have learned much from you."
"Come closer." Guang murmured, his hand sprawled weakly over his eyes.
Au Rong shuffled forward.
"Closer."
He bent down. "Is something ailing you, Master Guang?"
Guang sat up and hit Au Rong sharply on the forehead with his knuckles. "Off with you."
Au Rong scowled and left with a flourish, rubbing his bald forehead.
"What was that for?" Jing asked in a tone of disbelief.
"When he returns he will be enlightened." Guang rose to his feet and scooped up his cup and ball toy again. "I wished to reprimand him once more. Have you brought rice for me? The kitchen's offerings always taste much better from your bowl."