Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Old Monk in the Mountains

Early this morning, Zuo Feng was still running in the direction of the nascent sun in the mountains, that is, to the east. Zuo Feng felt that he should be able to increase the amount of exercise for himself today, after Zuo Feng ran a mountain road, he tried to run from another direction, which is the section of Rongcheng Huanshan Park, this road can lead all the way to the rear of Rongcheng, the northwest area, where is a mountain forest area.

"Well, there is even a mountain behind Drum Mountain. Zuo Feng looked at the looming ancient courtyard building in front of him and muttered to himself.

Isn't that the "Yongquan Temple" on Drum Mountain? When Zuo Feng first entered Rongcheng and wanted to stay at the Taoist temple, he once strayed into this monk's practice place and was ridiculed by a fat monk.

Zuo Feng smiled, he was not too interested in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, if it weren't for the teacher, or the "old man" in Zuo Feng's mouth, he didn't have any opinions on the differences in these cultivation concepts, everyone cultivated their own way, and the well water did not violate the river water.

"Amitabha! Cause and effect are predetermined, let the poor monks see the little Taoist friends here today, good, good. On the trail behind the Drum Mountain, Zuo Feng actually bumped into an old monk, this old monk seemed to be very familiar with Zuo Feng, but he had no impression.

Seeing that this old monk was kind and kind, with his hands folded, he was very humble, and he was not young. Zuo Feng was not rude, bowed slightly, and made a Taoist priest as a courtesy very formally, "The seniors are polite, and the trail is abrupt, but I don't know when you have a relationship with the seniors?"

"Fate, the past, and this life are all cause and effect, the little Taoist friend has had a period of cause and effect with the poor monk, and still remember the mistaken investment of the Yongquan Temple on the drum mountain half a month ago? At that time, the middle-aged monk who was disrespectful was the poor monk's Daoyuan master and nephew, fortunately, the little Taoist friend did not study it deeply, Amitabha, good! "This old monk is the fat monk's uncle, and he also educated the fat monk who was not inferior to Zuo Feng for that bit of friction.

Zuo Feng remembered the scene at that time, but he really hadn't seen the old monk, but the old monk had seen him, Zuo Feng didn't care too much, and saw that he was also a virtuous monk, so the two also talked about the relationship between Taoist "edge cultivation" and Buddhist "cause and effect" on this tree-lined path for a while.

When it was over, the old monk began to invite Zuo Feng to his practice monastery, but Zuo Feng was influenced by the old man of the master and still had a problem with the relationship between the monks and the Tao, so he did not immediately agree.

"Amitabha, little fellow Daoist, I see that you seem to have suffered serious internal injuries, but now that you are calm and strong, you have begun to practice some external exercises again. There is a method in the Poor Monk Meditation Academy, or it can solve the current dilemma of the little Taoist, don't you still go?" The old monk saw at a glance that Zuo Feng's current state did have some Taoism, and he also took out the "temptation" to restore his internal strength.

"Senior, are you saying that Xiaodao's internal strength has been lost, but you have a way?" Zuo Feng was still moved by the old monk's words, but he was not so eager.

"Amitabha, between the loss and gain, it is to see his heart, the little Taoist friend is still the same, lost and regained, it is not difficult, it is not difficult to ......"

Zuo Feng is not the kind of person who is procrastinating and pedantic, and finally came to his practice place with this old monk. This is a small Zen temple, some distance away from the Yongquan Temple, which should be the place where the old monk himself retreats.

The old monk's Zen courtyard is very quiet, and there is not much decoration in the Zen room, which is very elegant. The meditation room is lit with sandalwood, and the green smoke curls up, and the fragrance is fragrant, which makes people feel calm and happy.

The old monk quickly took out an object wrapped in several layers of brocade silk, and when he slowly opened it, it was a yellowed ancient book, which was a little mottled in writing, as if telling the age of time.

"Amitabha, little Taoist friend, this codex is very involved with your Taoist cultivation, the poor monk was also from the hands of the teacher, this codex is your Taoist a learned master's internal cultivation notes, can you think about it? ”

After the old monk solemnly introduced it, he was still a little nervous, and when the old monk asked him this, Zuo Feng didn't know how to respond at the moment. Zuo Feng was actually moved when he looked down at the handwriting of this cultivation codex, and he forcibly suppressed his excitement.

The kind-eyed old monk smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Little Daoist, the poor monk should have nothing to ask for, but this codex does have something to do with my sect. Of course, this is your Taoist thing, you and I are destined, today the old man can entrust this codex to you, just hope that the little Taoist friend can agree to the poor monk. Amitabha, the poor monk still can't see through this delusional thoughts, sins, sins!"

"Promise?" Zuo Feng muttered, looking at the old-timer in front of him, his face showed a sincere look, and his sincere tone did not seem to be fake, Zuo Feng couldn't help but agree, "Senior, tell me about your request, if it doesn't violate Xiaodao's heart, and Xiaodao can do it, Xiaodao should do his best." ”

The old Zen master was relieved, recited the Buddha, and continued to speak, "Today is the end of the world, and there are very few people who can cultivate internal strength. The left side of the poor monk's face has been broken, and the position is the phase of the fight, and the evil spirit has been formed, and it will definitely provoke a lot of killings in the future. Taoist friends have a lot of mustard in my F door lineage, and the poor monk can bear a good fruit with Taoist friends today, which is to hope that Taoist friends will always have a good heart, and give more benevolence to the world in the future, and forgive me more in my F door line, and it is not in vain that the poor monk is a painstaking person today. The old man has made a lot of nonsense today, I hope that the little Taoist friends will forgive me, Amitabha, good, good!"

Zuo Feng was a little confused by the old monk's rhetoric, what is "broken appearance", what is "evil spirit", what is "killing"? What is said to have a nose and eyes, is this modern society, okay? And the monks have begun to look at their faces? Anyway, Zuo Feng will cry and laugh in his heart.

"Senior, is it really as serious as you say? And when will the monks meet again? Zuo Feng asked with a light smile.

The old monk looked at Zuo Feng very seriously, and let out a long sigh, "Amitabha, I hope the old man is talking in vain! All cultivation is of the same origin, and the cultivation of each path is the pursuit of the ultimate law." Little Taoist friend, looking at your behavior, the poor monk knows that you are not a frivolous person, you can keep this codex, but there is a cause and effect, and another cause is added, that's it, that's it! I hope that Taoist friends will do it for themselves in the future, good, good!"

Zuo Feng hadn't really agreed yet, but the old monk had already handed him this ancient codex, didn't this make Zuo Feng have to agree? The future is still far away, the so-called "killing", will there really be? Zuo Feng believed that he was not the kind of wanton and reckless person, nodded heavily, and officially took over this cultivation codex.

The old Zen master saw Zuo Feng take the codex, lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddha obediently, and began to chant the scriptures, not caring about Zuo Feng anymore.

Zuo Feng saw this, and didn't want to stay longer, he stood up from the futon where he was sitting cross-legged, and gave the old monk a salute very respectfully, turned around and walked out of the Zen courtyard, and didn't look back.