/p> Autumn leaves washed by morning dew look particularly fresh in the sun. The wind blows the red leaves fluttering and falling, and the night is over, and the mountain temple is full of troubles and red dust. The little master should wake up early, take a broom and start cleaning the temple with all the brothers and sisters, sweeping away all the worries that have not been forgotten in his mind yesterday.

Today is the temple's five-year uncovered meeting.

The pomp and circumstance was unprecedented.

More than ten miles away from the mountain, the people who are blessed by the Red Leaf Buddha Gate and the devout believers have many people who come to watch the ceremony, and take monks' clothes, monks' hats, and monks' shoes to climb the mountain and enter the temple early to rest, but the most pompous is the lord of the Qiuxin Mountain Villa Manor.

Nan Huaishi majored in Buddhism and believed in Buddhism.

Yesterday's criticism from the eight winds made him have an epiphany and feel closer to the monastery. This time I went up the mountain, but the clothes of the alms were stacked on top of two carriages. Several scholars moved from the foot of the mountain to the monastery, and they were already sweating profusely in the cold morning.

Luo Changfeng still had a bewitching silver fox face, and together with Li Xingyun and the four of them, he just regarded him as a quiet observer, blending in the crowd, and did not disturb the old Zen master abbot.

The morning bell came from the direction of Nanshan Mountain of Hongji Temple, announcing the opening of the five-year uncovered meeting of monks and Buddhas.

The monastery gathers monks in front of the Buddha hall.

Nanhuai Shi ordered the scholar to give clothes and cloth fasting......

The Buddhist gate will be carried out in an orderly manner, and the pure land that is quiet and far away from the world is not more lively and noisy than the so-called grand events under the mountain, but it is easier for people to settle their minds.

As the distinguished guests received by the Red Leaf Temple yesterday, An Hongdou and Ahri, who claimed to be Ling'er's sister, changed into chic robes in order to avoid extraneous branches. Five people gathered together, and Li Xingyun, a scholar who was originally handsome, and Wu Xiuyang, a nobleman who was unparalleled in the Seven Prefectures, were robbed of a little heroism by the two of these daughters.

On the other hand, Luo Changfeng, who had a silver fox face and a skin, was not affected at all.

Luo Bingwang, who was wearing a men's shirt with a charming demeanor, glanced at Luo Changfeng with heroic eyes that were not caused by accident or spirituality, and then retracted his gaze in a panic. It looks like a young lady who climbed the window and sneaked out to play in a wealthy family, lest she be caught.

For Luo Changfeng, who didn't dare to show his true face, Luo Bingwang always felt familiar, but he couldn't think of when and where he had a side that was gradually forgotten.

In front of the Buddhist hall, Zen is already being discussed.

The little master came to a few people at some point, folded his hands and said, "A few donors, please follow the little monk." ”

Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun looked at each other, and the five of them went south with the little master's wish. There is a South Mountain in Momijiji Temple.

It was the temple that chimes the time at dusk and in the morning.

There is a yellow-clothed monk who does not go down the mountain all year round on the South Mountain, hitting the bell in the morning and tinkering at dusk, and his temperament is so strange that he never interacts with people outside the mountain. Not to mention that the little master should be wished, it is the old Zen master of Red Leaves, and there are only one or two brief meetings in a few decades.

The yellow-clothed monk is not a person in the temple, let alone Buddhism and Zen.

No one knows its origin, only that a few decades ago, the monk in charge of the morning bell and dusk drum at Momiji Temple missed the time because he was greedy for the contents of the cup, and thought that he would be punished and expelled from the temple if he made a big mistake, but who would have thought that he would hear the melodious morning bell in his sleep.

It was at that time that the yellow-clothed monk quietly appeared on the South Mountain.

I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going.

Maybe nowhere, maybe nowhere.

The bell and drum of the yellow-clothed monk have been beating for more than 40 years.

In the past forty years, the yellow-clothed monk who was full of fascination made a move to subdue a remnant of the demon sect in the mountain of the Two Realms. Since then, the name of Nanshan Bell Striker has moved the world, and he is ranked below the saints like Tie Leng and Shushan Moyan on that day, and one of the ten heavenly manifestations!

Along the way, Li Xingyun recounted the unknown story of the life of this ten-day saint.

Before I knew it, I had come to the door of Nanshan Temple.

When the little master made a vow, he bowed to the side respectfully.

Five people led by Luo Bingwang stepped forward and saw a Zen monk sitting in front of the temple with a precept and a Dharma robe and a very fat body with his eyes closed, smiling slightly, just like the Maitreya Buddha said in the Buddha of the Buddha. No matter how the little monk was willing to call, he couldn't get an answer.

Luo Bingwang folded his hands and saluted and said, "Hello, fat master." ”

Luo Bingwang, who didn't respond, turned his bone-chilling eyes, and caught a glimpse of Wu Xiuyang beside him who was attracted by the fat master, and his eyes turned stern, and the majestic aura of galloping on the battlefield made Wu Xiuyang, who was ordered to practice, have to shut his mouth stupidly.

Luo Changfeng also knows that he doesn't understand Buddha.

But he also seemed to want to laugh.

The majestic aura of Luo Bingwang who saw it dissipated completely, leaving only a little shame.

Look at the mountain is a mountain, look at the mountain is not a mountain...... This kind of realm may be a little incomprehensible to Luo Changfeng and the others, but Li Xingyun, who has read the books in the village since he was a child, seems to have seen some clues.

He is close to the Buddha by nature and likes the Buddha even more.

Under the puzzled gaze of several people, Li Xingyun stepped forward at this time, stopped five steps in front of the fat master and asked, "Dare to ask how long has the Zen master been sitting in meditation?"

Wu Xiuyang, who was waiting for the captain Li Xingyun to come back from the wall, hugged his arms and watched, who would have thought that the Maitreya monk who had been greedy for cups and mistaken things would open his mouth unprecedentedly: "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and there have been 14,600 cycles. ”

Several people are like nectar.

Although I still couldn't understand what these two were saying, it was a victory to be able to teach the Zen monk to open his mouth anyway.

Ahri, who had been cold and rarely spoken, looked at Li Xingyun's gaze and was slightly surprised.

Li Xingyun, who pondered for a moment, nodded secretly and asked again: "After forty years of sitting meditation, what does the Zen master want?"

Li Xingyun's second question made the fat Zen master open his eyes: "Naturally, I want to become a Buddha." ”

Li Xingyun turned around and walked away, broke a dead branch on the side of the cliff, and then handed it to the fat Zen master.

The fat Zen master was puzzled and asked, "What are you doing with breaking dead branches?"

Li Xingyun said: "Give the Zen master a tin staff. ”

The Zen master was a little displeased: "How can a dead branch be a tin staff?"

Who knew that Li Xingyun asked rhetorically: "Then how can zazen become a Buddha?"

The fat Zen master was silent.

There was no reply.

Li Xingyun then said: "Does a Zen master learn to sit in meditation or learn to sit in Buddha? If it is sitting meditation, Zen does not lie in sitting and lying down. If you are a seated Buddha, the Buddha has no fixed appearance. If a Zen master is obsessed with sitting, it is a backtrack. In Xingyun's opinion, it is not to become a Buddha, but to kill a Buddha!"

I saw the fat Zen master slowly getting up with a dry branch.

Luo Bingwang glanced at Luo Changfeng, and a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Wu Xiuyang patted Li Xingyun on the shoulder: "Good boy! No wonder this time I asked the bell man to go down the mountain, and the military master named you to follow him, but it turned out that he was a master of Zen." It seems that the position of captain is a condescending talent. ”

Li Xingyun said humbly: "I happened to learn the Zen theory in the village with my husband for a few days. ”

The gentleman in Captain Li's mouth seems to be a real hidden master. Whether it is for medical skills, the likes of a hundred schools, or Zen, or on swords...... It's almost to the point that everything is perfect, and I will definitely pay a visit when I have the chance. ”

Luo Bingwang smiled.

led Luo Changfeng and a few people to follow the fat Zen master all the way to the temple.

The little master originally thought that no one in this world could speak of Zen as the abbot of the right hand of the Zen master, but today when he saw Li Xingyun talking eloquently, he immediately admired him and threw himself to the ground.

The little master looked at the mountain temple: "The abbot Zen master said that if you ask the bell of Nanshan to go down the mountain, you need to pass the Zen Pass and the Wu Pass." Some people in Zen say that I don't know who can break this martial arts. ”

(End of chapter)