After leaving the relic, Gong Zhengyu did not walk out of this thousand-year-old temple. She passed by the Three Temples, bypassed the Mahavira Hall, and walked towards the depths of the temple.

She seemed to be no stranger to this place, and she bent left and right, and finally came to the northeast corner of the monastery that was inaccessible.

There were hardly any tourists or pilgrims in sight, and the environment was very simple, and what appeared in front of her was a thatched hut that was very different from the magnificent hall.

There is a vegetable garden about 10 meters long in front of the house, which is planted with very ordinary vegetables, which has the meaning of isolating the world.

At this time, an old monk was standing in front of the vegetable garden, bending down to take care of the vegetables, and the wide robe was very shabby, but clean.

Thatched huts, vegetable gardens, old monks...... This situation undoubtedly adds a touch of Zen to this thousand-year-old temple, but it is a pity that only Gong Zhengyu can see it.

"Amitabha, the old man came, and the poor monk was far away. ”

The old monk seemed to have discovered the existence of Gong Zhengyu, straightened up and turned around, and folded his hands.

"Since he is an old man, why should the master be so polite. ”

Gong Zhengyu walked in slowly, looking at the old monk with kind eyebrows, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"The donor is right. ”

The old monk raised his head, looked at Gong Zhengyu, and said with a peaceful smile: "It's the poor monk who looks good." ”

"The master lives in this thatched hut, cutting off the red dust, concentrating on cultivating Buddhism, not asking about the world, for decades, I wonder if I have a glimpse of the true meaning of Buddhism now?"

Gong Zhengyu narrowed his narrow eyes, and the scarlet in the corners of his eyes was like a bamboo leaf green waiting for an opportunity.

"The Dharma is boundless, the poor monks are dull, and they have not yet been able to achieve the Great Dao. ”

The old monk said softly, as if he didn't notice Gong Zhengyu's aggressiveness.

"In that case, wouldn't the master have wasted his time living in seclusion here?"

The corners of Gong Zhengyu's mouth were slightly hooked, full of mockery.

"Buddhism is natural, poor monks like to be quiet, living alone here, it is considered to be self-satisfied, and poor monks pray for the blessings of the world day and night, how can we talk about waste?"

The kindness and tranquility in the eyes of the old monk formed an extremely sharp contrast with Gong Zhengyu, and he smiled lightly: "Do what you like, do what you are ashamed of, this is the Buddha that the poor monk understands." ”

"Do what you like, do what you deserve?"

Gong Zhengyu's eyes condensed, her smile suddenly converged, and her eyes were as sharp as knives: "The monks don't speak, dare to ask the master if he is really worthy in his heart?!"

The old monk did not respond, lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and recited again: "Amitabha." ”

The Buddha's voice was long, but it did not temper the evil anger in Gong Zhengyu's heart, on the contrary, it was like a spark, which made her emotions boil instantly.

"Buddhism claims to be compassionate, dare to ask Master Longkong, you pray for the blessing of all living beings day and night, but why do you stand by and watch when you see your disciples going to death?!"

If Gong Zhengyu's words were heard by outsiders, I am afraid they would be dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that this old monk who lived alone in a thatched hut would actually be Master Longkong, the last presiding officer of Qixia Temple, and a Buddhist master with many prominent titles on his head?!

The old man was adopted by Buddhism since he was a child, and he took refuge in my Buddha all his life, and now he is too old, and the Buddhists have been trained in the Buddhist colleges around the country to control the overall situation, and the people who want to visit him in the temple every year can move from the temple to the outside of the temple!

Monks have no real power?

Don't forget, Buddhism, that's religion!

Everyone understands that the more powerful and rich people are, the more superstitious they are!

It's a wealth of connections that makes people shudder just thinking about it.

But in his life, the old man only admitted to accepting one female disciple.

But unfortunately, the deep wisdom of the woman Fuyuan was extremely shallow, trapped by the love robbery, and finally passed away.

Perhaps remembering the past because of Gong Zhengyu's words, the old monk's eyes were slightly dazed, and then he said softly: "The poor monk is an outsider, and he is powerless to meddle in the affairs of Hongchen, besides, it was her own choice, and now that ten years have passed, why should the donor still be obsessed?"

"It seems that the master still remembers, I thought the master had forgotten. ”

Gong Zhengyu's laughter was full of anger.

Counting, in fact, she can also call the old man in front of her a master, and after the senior sister led her into the Buddhist gate, she was also trained by the old man, but the old man did not admit it.

"When people live in the world, they practice, so why is life happy, and death is not painful?"

The old monk folded his hands and sighed softly, looking compassionate and compassionate.

Gong Zhengyu sneered.

She also believed that the Buddha was compassionate and purified all sentient beings, but the death of her senior sister made her instantly overturn her view of Buddhism, so that her temperament changed greatly, and once she betrayed Buddhism, setting off a bloody storm, thus achieving today's famous Zhu Yeqing.

In other words, no one can believe that the murderous and unblinking Dao Ma Dan is actually cultivated by Buddhism, and I have to admit that this is indeed a huge black humor.

"The donor's murderous intentions are too heavy, so it's better to be self-disciplined. ”

The old monk reminded softly.

Gong Zhengyu sneered: "What's the matter?

The old monk did not speak, folded his hands, silently recited the Buddha's name, and looked sad.

"The master once said that the senior sister is related to the Buddha, but the Buddha has never protected the senior sister in the slightest. Fortunately, although the Buddha is ruthless, the heavens are merciful!"

"Does the master know, the heir of the senior sister is not missing, and now in the East China Sea, the child and the senior sister really look alike. ”

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

The scarlet at the corner of Gong Zhengyu's mouth became more and more intense: "I remember that the master once said that everyone can become a Buddha and a demon.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "If she is still alive, she must not want to see your appearance." ”

Thinking of the figure who walked into the mountain gate with his hand, Gong Zhengyu's expression eased slightly.

"Master, although you are not a Hongchen person, you must also know very well that in the world, this set of your Buddhists will not work. ”

She took one last look at the old monk, and then turned around abruptly, without any nostalgia.

"The ancient scroll green lantern is not my way! Senior sister has the grace of reinvention in my palace, even if I fall into the demon path forever in this life, I will protect her heirs for a lifetime!"

The sound is getting farther and farther away, but it is getting more and more agitated!

The withered old monk stood in place, his expression was extremely complicated, his hands were folded, and he said in a long voice: "Amitabha." ”

"Uncle Shi, the palace benefactor is too obsessed, and he is afraid of karma. ”

A monk appeared beside him at some point. Dressed in a splendid robe, it is in stark contrast to the old monk.

If there are monks in the temple who see it, they will respectfully call it the host.

The contemporary host of Qixia Temple looked at the resolute back of Gong Zhengyu leaving, and sighed softly.

The two disciples that Uncle Shi accepted back then, one died, and the other fell into the devil, sad?

The old monk only hoped that her luck would be better than that of her senior sister. ”

The host of Qixia Temple was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head: "What Uncle Shi means...... The palace benefactor also has a love calamity?"

The old monk didn't answer, he looked at the direction in which Gong Zhengyu left, his expression was as if he had watched his only closed disciple go down the mountain to rob, and slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha." ”

Although Buddhism is extensive.

It's hard to get over.

(End of chapter)