"Fate does not refuse, fate does not stay, fate does not matter, everything follows fate!" Tang Mingyang muttered in a daze.

"Everything has a causal cycle, and what you do comes back to you in another way. The people you meet are all for a reason, the people you meet in this life are the causes planted in the previous life, and the people who have no fate in this life are actually the love of the next life. Abbot Wuchen said such a paragraph ambiguously, and then pointed to Tang Mingyang's heart, and said, "Self-questioning is self-ferry!" and then walked towards Chen Houde.

Abbot Wuchen walked to Chen Houde three steps away and stopped, folded his hands, and asked Chen Houde gently, "May I ask the donor, what is Buddha?"

"Ah!" Chen Houde was stunned for a moment, looking confused, and glanced left and right at Tang Mingyang, who was standing behind the abbot, and Hong Tianming, who was watching the play.

Abbot Wuchen then asked, "Then what is the Fa?"

"This ......" Chen Houde didn't understand why the abbot was asking this "nonsensical" question by himself, and looked at the abbot with no love, looking up and down.

"Then what is a monk?" Abbot Wuchen continued.

Chen Houde kept silent, quietly watching Abbot Wuchen sing a one-man show, and now Chen Houde wanted to say: "Neurotic, right?"

"Then what is the way to cultivate the Fa?" Abbot Wuchen finally asked.

Chen Houde stretched out his finger helplessly and pointed to the abbot covering the dust, and just wanted to speak, the abbot Wuchen was startled and said: "The donor is proficient in Buddhism, good, good, Amitabha!"

Chen Houde suddenly collapsed with a bewildered face!

This Nima, if he doesn't say anything, how can he become proficient in the Dharma?

Not to mention that Chen Houde looked confused, Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming, who were standing behind Chen Houde, also looked confused and dazed.

"This ...... This master, you say that he understands the Dharma, but he didn't say anything?

Abbot Wuchen turned sideways, saluted Hong Tianming, and then explained: "He is not saying it. ”

"What is it?" Hong Tianming suddenly collapsed.

Abbot Wuchen continued to explain: "I asked the Buddha! He looked around, he said that people have things and things, and Buddhas have no north and south. I asked about the Fa! He looked up and down, and the explanation was equal, and there was no distinction between upper and lower. I asked the monk, and he kept silent, saying that there was an old monk lying in the depths of the white clouds. When I asked about the path of Dharma cultivation, he stretched out his finger and said that the way to cultivate the Dharma is to universalize all sentient beings. The benefactor is really proficient in the Dharma and has a clear mind!"

"It's not...... Eh...... This...... Oh, I'll go, it's all right. Hong Tianming was speechless and directly burst out with a foul word.

Tang Mingyang looked at Abbot Wuchen with some surprise, and then gave Chen Houde a thumbs up.

"Donor, please!" the abbot turned and held out his hand to invite.

"I don't have any money. Chen Houde immediately became cautious, there must be a demon when things go wrong, he doesn't believe in the "nonsense" of Abbot Wuchen.

Abbot Wuchen was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and explained a little helplessly: "The benefactor can answer these four questions of the old man, which shows that the Dharma is profound, and it is the person my master is waiting for. ”

"What, your master?" Chen Houde looked at Abbot Wuchen suspiciously.

"That's right! Abbot Wuchen's words were filled with deep admiration.

"A master?" Tang Mingyang was startled and looked at Abbot Wuchen dumbfounded.

"That...... Is the master famous?" Hong Tianminghu asked.

Tang Mingyang rolled his eyes and said to Chen Houde: "This is your chance, don't miss it." Once the master is a high-ranking monk, it is difficult for outsiders to see each other. Hurry up!"

Chen Houde glanced at Tang Mingyang, and asked weakly, "That...... Do you want money when you see the master? I don't have any money!"

Chen Houde felt that this matter was too mysterious, and he was afraid of being deceived, so he immediately showed the face of a small citizen.

"Don't worry, don't worry about money. Abbot Wuchen explained very vulgarly, and then smiled apologetically at Tang Mingyang and Hong Tianming, and said, "The two donors are tired of waiting here for a while!"

"Didn't the Buddha say that all beings are equal? Why can't the two of them follow?" Chen Houde immediately became cautious, who let him just force the king of Hades Ma Dumo to death, and when he encountered this mysterious thing, he immediately rose up.

"Amitabha! All dharmas are born because of karma, and all dharmas are extinguished due to karma. The Buddha is not a person who has no fate!" Wuchen put his hands together and said, then pointed at Hong Tianming and said: "This benefactor is only one pillar of incense away from my Buddha's fate. Then he pointed to Tang Mingyang and said: "The fate between this benefactor and my Buddha stands on the threshold and counts as a fate." ”

"Hehe!" Chen Houde sneered and asked, "Shouldn't the Buddha be unrestrained?

"Amitabha! Wuchen was stunned for a moment, shook his head slightly, and said: "Judging by the words of the donor, he is not a person in Buddhism, and the donor is not bound by the scriptures, and it is both evil and good!"

"Houde said cautiously, what the master said is right, my relationship with the Buddha has ended at the threshold. You should go and meet the master, it will do you no harm. Tang Mingyang persuaded Chen Houde.

The robe is not pure, the red dust is not stained, and the thousand-year-old bell of the ancient temple is all a fool's dream. Chen Houde spoke loudly as he walked towards the winding path.

Wuchen bowed to Hong Tianming and Tang Mingyang, and then stepped over.

"Boss, if you howl twice, I set fire to this Longhua Ancient Temple. Hong Tianming yelled at Chen Houde. In fact, Hong Tianming's words were shouted to Abbot Wuchen!

When Tang Mingyang heard Hong Tianming's words, he was immediately dumbfounded, and looked at Hong Tianming with a frightened expression.

Wuchen was even more stunned, shook his head slightly, and walked forward.

At the end of the winding path is a small house of red brick and red tiles and two thatched huts, arranged in a zigzag pattern.

The three small houses are surrounded by a fence to form a small courtyard, in the middle of which is an ancient tree with two people hugging each other, and under the tree there is a round stone table and four stone benches

The environment is very quiet, clean and full of greenery!

At this time, there is an old monk with dead wood sitting on the stone bench, a coarse linen cloth, holding a teacup in his right hand, holding a Buddhist bead in his left hand, his body is slightly rickety, and his eyes full of vicissitudes seem to have seen through the world, and the old monk is sitting there quietly.

Wuchen walked slowly to Chen Houde's side, stretched out his finger and pointed at the old monk, and quietly retreated.

"One monk, one Buddha, one fragrant tea! It's a pity that sitting alone, pouring tea, there is one less person on the opposite side. Chen Houde slowly walked towards Master Yi.

"There is no high bottom for the tea ceremony, and everyone who sits is a friend. Suddenly, a sound as leisurely as a mountain stream breeze, a little old, but it sounded as calm as water, as if it could soothe all the troubles in the world.

Master Yi sat on the stone bench, looked at Chen Houde who was walking slowly, stood up and folded his hands, and said, "Amitabha!"

Chen Houde stood still more than two meters away from the master, folded his hands, and bowed back.

The master looked at Chen Houde without sadness or joy, and then said inexplicably: "The donor's body is centered on three qi, three points of righteousness, three points of aura, and three points of murder; ”

Chen Houde didn't understand what the master meant, so he could only smile awkwardly and say, "Hello master!"

"Donor, please take a seat!" The master stretched out his hand and pointed to the stone bench opposite, then sat down, picked up an empty cup on the table, and poured Chen Houde a cup of tea.

Chen Houde hesitated, but chose to sit down!

"The robe is not pure, the red dust is not stained, and the thousand-year-old bell of the ancient temple is all a fool's dream!

Chen Houde was stunned for a moment, then said with a sneer: "Gaffe, gaffe! I'm talking nonsense, don't worry about the younger generation." ”

"Pretending to be Sven, revealing his ruffianism, his mouth is full of the word 'anger'. The master smiled kindly and continued: "The donor hasn't spoken freely yet, it's not good. Today, I have a fate, and I should ask the donor to be open and honest in order to prove the Buddha's way. ”

Chen Houde scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "It is the Buddha who has no confession and no shame, and the younger generation is a scholar, but he is just a few more words, and there is no evidence at all." I know that people will scold me, I think that the Buddha will not scold me, but the younger generation thinks that it is not true that I will not be scolded. Why is a master a master? I thought he was an enlightened person who spoke on behalf of the Buddha. ”