/p> The small sound that floated into his ears made Luo Changfeng pause inadvertently.

The hand that put down the dishes and chopsticks imperceptibly froze for a short time, and then left a little money with a similar expression.

Luo Changfeng got up and left.

He led the horse in front of the wine shop, and he seemed to be preoccupied as he left the official road and went up the mountain along the winding path.

Jun Tian Seven Pictures, he occupies the second alone.

Among them, the Huanhua Sword Washing Diagram was obtained from the Kunlun Mountain Sword Pool, it is reported that it was brought back to the Sword Pavilion after the battle between the old man and Bai Zhiqiu Sage on the night of the catastrophe caused by the Demon Gate hundreds of years ago, and the Huanhua Pond has also become the Holy Land of the Sword Pavilion, but among the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, I am afraid that few people know the truth of the Sword Washing Diagram.

If it is inferred from this, the Imperial Alliance, which was the head of the righteous path and set off the banner of demon extermination, is very likely to be in the same pocket as the 100,000 soldiers and demons of the Heavenly Atlas that was destroyed in the battle of demon extermination, and it is probably 500 years old so far.

Luo Changfeng didn't know what was recorded in the 100,000 Soldiers Demon Map.

The so-called no wind and no waves, 10,000 steps back, even if Emperor Yutian can clarify to the world that what the 100,000 soldiers and demons say is false, he can't reveal the fact that he punished the sky with demons!

Luo Changfeng breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the autumn remnant red leaf trees that occasionally appeared next to the path, and unconsciously his steps seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

He looked up at the vast sky and mounted his horse.

Sigh that this is worth an eventful time.

The Imperial League is already in turmoil.

I'm afraid the world will be chaotic!

......

The most beautiful color of the sunset is not the red of the river, nor the majestic palace city in the autumn breeze.

The most beautiful color of the sunset is in front of Luo Changfeng's eyes.

Maybe in the eyes of others.

The bleak red light, the red leaves flying all over the sky, the quiet and beautiful mountain temple in autumn, and the people who lead the horses under the mountain temple......

At sunset and dusk, Luo Changfeng rode one person and one ride to bully the mountain.

The mountain is Momijiyama.

You can see Momijiji Temple on the mountain.

Luo Changfeng, who worships the Buddha but does not participate in the Buddha, tied the horse to the foot of the mountain, and raised his eyes to see the little Buddha boy who came down from the mountain in a cloth shirt but with beautiful eyebrows and folded hands. The Buddha boy pronounced the Buddha's horn and asked Luo Changfeng to climb the mountain.

The little master who was the vow led Luo Changfeng into Fangwai Temple, and the Buddha Hall was presided over by the Red Leaf Temple. The presiding officer wearing Dharma clothes and holding a nine-ring tin staff is an old Zen master who is superb in Buddhism.

During the discussion, Luo Changfeng only said that he passed by the Red Leaf Temple, and that he had learned from the Western Buddhism and occasionally had some connections, so he climbed the mountain to worship the Buddha.

The old presiding red leaf Zen master is also quite hospitable, saying that tomorrow is the temple in the five-year uncovered conference, by the way Luo Changfeng is invited to stay overnight, to be sent down the mountain after tomorrow after the ceremony.

Luo Changfeng didn't dare to refuse......

The little master walked into the Buddhist hall with a letter in his hand, and after saluting Luo Changfeng, he respectfully presented the letter from someone who didn't know where it came from to the old Zen master: "Master, this is the scholar sent to the bottom of the mountain by the master of Nanhuai. ”

Seeing that Luo Changfeng was a little dazed, the little master was willing to explain: "There is a Qiuxin Lake five miles east of the mountain, and an Qiuxin Manor has been built on the lake, and this Nanhuai donor is the owner of the manor. Nan Huai is good at cultivating Buddhism, and often writes to the master to talk about Zen. ”

Luo Changfeng nodded.

After opening the letter, the Zen master of Momiji looked at it for a moment, twisted the Buddhist beads, and smiled slightly.

He also handed the letter to Luo Changfeng.

Luo Changfeng, who was quite dazed under the face of the silver fox, took the letter and looked at it, only to see that it was written: "Ji Shou Tian Zhongtian, there is no light." The eight winds can't blow, and the purple golden lotus sits upright. ”

"Nan Huai Shi Shi closed the door to participate in meditation for many days, consciously practiced and sustained, so he wrote down this Zen enlightenment experience. The thin old Zen master's eyes were bright, he looked at Luo Changfeng and smiled and said, "What does Lord Luo Shi think?"

The Buddha Gate is one of the hundred schools of thought in the Liuzi Gate.

Regardless of Buddhism and Zen theory, for Luo Changfeng, who is a Sichuan character doorway, he is indeed relatively unfamiliar, and he is even more unfamiliar than Li Xingyun, a scholar who cannot read the doctrines of a hundred schools. At this moment, if Li Xingyun is here, he can talk about Zen with the old Zen master Qing Lantern with the red leaves until dawn and dawn without feeling tired, and Luo Changfeng can only smile bitterly.

Returning the letter with both hands, Luo Changfeng said apologetically: "Don't hide it from the old Zen master, in the first year of Buddhism, I am afraid that I can only play with a Buddhist knife with a thick face, but I don't know anything about this Zen theory, and I don't dare to comment on it." ”

The old Zen master of the red leaves is like a bodhisattva with low eyebrows: "It's okay, it's okay." Whether it's Zen or Taoism, in the final analysis, it's just a word of reason. In life, there is a principle that cannot cross the bottom line, which is the foundation of life. Who can't talk about Zen, and who can't talk about the Tao?"

The undeniable Luo Changfeng fell into deep thought.

He didn't know Zen.

I don't understand Buddha even more.

I recited that poem repeatedly in my heart, and I didn't know what I tasted it.

After a long time, Luo Changfeng just frowned at the silver fox and said, "I really don't know where to start in the first year of junior high school, I just feel that it seems to be ...... No!"

The old Zen master smiled: "No?"

Luo Changfeng glanced at the little master beside him awkwardly, and then nodded at the old Zen master.

Who knew that the old Zen master of Hongye lifted the pen and said with a smile: "Lord Luo Shi obviously doesn't understand Zen, but he has a Zen machine." It really doesn't work, it doesn't work......"

The old Zen master waved.

gave a sentence to the Zen enlightenment of the owner of Nanhuai.

Simple and crude four words: bullshit!

The little master, who didn't know why, put the letter back in earnest, ran out of the Buddhist hall, and handed it to the scholar who had been waiting for a long time at the bottom of the mountain.

The scholar led the comments and returned with joy.

Unexpectedly, at the beginning of the night, the scholar hurriedly came back with a carriage.

Out of the carriage came an old Confucian who was about half a hundred years old.

The old Confucian with a scarf on his head had a gloomy face, and he looked like a teacher asking for guilt, and he took the letter of criticism and ignored the interception of the mountain guard monk in the temple, and broke into the mountain with the scholar.

The mountain temple has already turned on the lamp, and it is the time for the monks in the temple to eat.

The owner of Qiuxin Manor, who was surnamed Nanhuai, scolded in front of the Buddhist hall, and couldn't help but say that he wanted to call the old Zen master out and said.

Luo Changfeng walked out of the Buddhist hall with the old Zen master.

The old Confucian Nanhuai Zhuang owner opened the criticism and said angrily: "I have always respected the Buddha and respected the presiding over the cultivation of broad and profound. The host does not agree with what he said in Xia Zen, nor should he say humiliation!"

Luo Changfeng felt guilty.

Thinking that it should be his own sentence of 'not working' that caused trouble to Momiji Temple.

The old Zen master was still kind like a bodhisattva who saved suffering, looked at the owner of Nanhuai Zhuang and said: "Didn't the donor's letter say that the eight winds can't blow, and he sits on the purple golden lotus?

The old Confucian who had an epiphany in an instant was ashamed.

......

The episode in the mountain temple has a complete ending, which is something that Luo Changfeng is happy to see.

Mountains at night.

Luo Changfeng in the guest room in the temple had no sleep.

Concerned about Xue'er's safety and whereabouts, lest the destruction of the academy and the revenge of the family not be avenged, and unable to see through the plans of the Imperial Alliance, Luo Changfeng, who has been thinking about his position during the war between the Great Yan Empire and the Seven Prefectures, has too many thoughts and is too chaotic.

Even if you sit and look inside, you can't be calm all the way up the mountain.

Pushing open the door, Luo Changfeng faced the moonlight of the Red Leaf Temple and wanted to go out for a walk. But he didn't know that long before he went up the mountain and entered the temple, there were already visitors in advance in this temple full of red leaves.

Two men and two women.

(End of chapter)