I can understand the little monk's reaction.

After all, this is someone's Zen temple, and I climbed up inexplicably, and anyone else will feel that the visitor is not good.

I took a few steps ahead and, out of politeness, stopped at the main entrance of the temple.

This temple looks quite ancient, the tiles on the eaves are covered with moss, the pavement paved with bluestone bricks is as smooth as a mirror, and even the cracks in the walls are bursting with new grass and green shoots.

The mountain is high and cold, shrouded in white mist, and from time to time there will be dew dripping along the tiles, as if you can hear the sound of water, quiet and calm.

The temple is not large, and you can see the innermost courtyard through the door.

The little monk ran in a panic, and just as he was about to push the door, an ordinary old monk who was not wearing a robe walked out.

The old monk has no cultivation on his body, and he looks kind and smiling.

"Master, Master...... It's amazing, it's ...... outside."

Seeing what he said, the old monk smiled and patted his head, his face full of calmness.

The little monk was about to explain, but was interrupted:

"The teacher knows, you go make a pot of tea and bring it over. ”

I watched the conversation between their master and apprentice from afar, and I was a little puzzled, this old monk was too calm, wasn't he afraid that I was here to make trouble? Could it be that he already knew that I was coming?

At this time, the old monk was already slowly walking towards me.

Without waiting for me to speak, the old monk took the lead in clasping his hands at me and said with a light smile:

"Donor, please come inside. ”

I was stunned, stood still and looked at the old monk again.

First of all, I'm sure I don't know him, and secondly, he really doesn't have a trace of spiritual power in his body, just an ordinary monk.

I thought about it, and said politely:

"Excuse me, Master. ”

Then, I followed him into the Maha Monastery, and as soon as I stepped through the main entrance, I felt an invisible force instantly penetrate my whole body.

It's not spiritual power, demonic power...... It's more like a natural force, as if it can force out the anger in my body and make me unconsciously become stable.

I was immediately in awe of this place, and I was also very curious about the ordinary old monk in front of me.

He led me to a stop in front of a small bamboo pavilion in the courtyard, behind which there was a pool of spring water, and at the moment it was still smoking, and at a distance it was their own vegetables and fruits.

The small bamboo tube has a countertop, and there are four meadows that can be sat cross-legged.

There was a wooden table in the middle, and soon the little monk brought a plate of tea and placed it on it.

The old monk smiled and motioned for me to drink tea, and said in a calm tone:

"Knowing that the donor is coming, Lao Wei went to the cliff at five o'clock in the morning to pick the young leaves of the tea, taste it quickly. ”

As soon as I picked up the cup made of bamboo tubes, I felt that something was wrong.

So, I looked up at the old monk again.

The old monk was bowing his head and sipping tea, but he seemed to know what I was going to ask, and said directly:

"The donor wonders why I know you're coming?"

I hurriedly put down the cup and respectfully bowed my hand to the old monk:

"Senior ......"

The old monk smiled faintly:

"The Buddha said that everything depends on fate, and everything that everyone sees and encounters has been arranged in advance, and everything is fate. Fate originates and dies, fate gathers and disperses, everything is providential. ”

"Taste the tea, it's a pity if it's cold. ”

The old monk said a bunch of Buddhist principles, but he didn't say anything.

He doesn't have any cultivation on him, but he can know that I will come to him, even if he divination, he must have basic spiritual power...... This kind of supernatural power, is it not an immortal?

I had no choice but to listen to him and take a sip of tea.

To be honest, although I don't understand tea, this sip is comfortable to drink.

Fresh and delicious, it tastes tasteless, but it makes me instantly refreshed.

The old monk smiled at me and asked:

"How?"

I nodded, ready to get straight to the point:

"Good tea!"

"Actually...... Senior, I'm here to ask you ......."

Before I finished speaking, the old monk had already begun to wave at me.

He picked up the teapot, which was always hot in the small brazier, and filled it with water for me.

"Don't worry, drink tea first, and a donor is here, Lao Wei said together. ”

This old monk is not shocking and vows, how can there be another one?

I looked back at the door, only the little monk was silently sweeping the floor, and a little farther away was the cliff.

I asked curiously:

"Who is the one the predecessor said?"

At this time, the old monk had already added a new teacup and made tea.

Without raising his head, he pointed ahead:

"Look, come on. ”

I looked back in some shock, and there was indeed a figure who had climbed to the top of the mountain quickly.

The little monk was still so frightened that he threw away the broom, and this time he finally couldn't hold back and shouted:

"Master, Master, here again! Here you go......"

I squinted and saw clearly.

The person who came was a woman, a petite woman, wearing a plain white dress, black hair tied up in a ponytail, revealing a white and unpowdered face.

Her skin was blown, her eyebrows were foggy, her obsidian eyes were like stars, and she carried a palm-wide sword on her back...... Quite a heroine.

The woman looked around vigilantly, and finally walked to the door of the Zen monastery, and shouted in a crisp voice:

"Liu Binghe, a junior, came to visit Zen Master Huairang. ”

……

At this time, the little monk had already run to the side of the bamboo pavilion, and he seemed to be a timid child.

He looked at the beautiful woman with a big sword outside the door with some fear, and then quietly looked at me.

Huairang Zen Master shook his head and smiled, and gently tapped the little monk's head with his fingers:

"If you have distracting thoughts, you will be afraid, so you will welcome the guests in, and then go to the back cliff to read the Diamond Sutra a hundred times. ”

The little monk didn't talk back, and said an honest "oh", so he went to the door and welcomed the woman in.

This woman named Liu Binghe is delicate and weak, but the weapon on her back is a big sword with a wide palm, which is very individual, and people will not forget it at first sight.

What surprised me even more was that her cultivation was not bad, and she was also a first-grade spirit pill.

As she was brought in by the little monk, I looked back and nodded politely at her.

This Liu Binghe just glanced at me, and then set his eyes on Zen Master Huairang.

Bow your hands:

"I've seen Zen Master Huairang. ”

The old monk is called Zen Master Huairang, and looking at Liu Binghe's reaction, he should have known or heard about it a long time ago.

Zen Master Huairang stretched out his hand with a smile:

"Female benefactor, please sit down and drink tea. ”

Liu Binghe didn't talk nonsense, and after taking off the big sword on his back, he walked to one of the meadows and sat cross-legged.

I also saw that there was a "Liu" character engraved on the hilt of her sword, which seemed to be handed down from generation to generation.

Aside from Sister Cat Xian'er, this is the second time I've seen a female master with a spirit pill realm.

It's just that I'm curious, why is she here?

After Liu Binghe finished drinking tea, we all couldn't wait to ask Zen Master Huairang questions.

As a result, the two said in unison:

"Master ......"

"Senior ......"

Seeing that we were also anxious, Master Huairang suddenly laughed interestingly.

It's our faces full of embarrassment.

I turned my head to look at Liu Binghe, she had just turned around, and the latter gave me a roll of the eyes, and immediately turned my head back.

(Good night)