The weather outside was very good, and everyone walked for a while, and it was inevitable that they felt hot, and when they sat in the wing, it was cool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The little novice served tea to quench everyone's thirst.

Fu Nianjun saw Fangzhu Yilan and the two girls laughing together and was talking about something, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The two of her cautiously leaned over and whispered:

"Lady, this scene, doesn't it look like the last time in Wanshouguan, when we beat that Du Huai?"

Even the big bull and tiger standing outside the door have not changed.

Fu Nianjun thought of Du Huai's embarrassed appearance that day, and he couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud, but Aunt Liu was puzzled:

"What's going on? ”

The crisp laughter of the girls like orioles spread out of the door, which made the little novice who went and returned a little embarrassed.

The rice here is coarsely cooked, of course, it is much better for the pilgrims than the monks in the temple, but for the Fu family, who are accustomed to fine clothes and jade food, it is a little difficult to swallow.

Aunt Liu was also reluctant to talk about Fangzhu and Yilan again, she herself felt that this taste was really not good.

On this day, Qingji Temple has never heard of fasting and is famous, but it is too ...... to do it like this

Fu Nianjun instead ate it one bite at a time, she looked at the two girls sitting at the bottom who were powerless and fiddling with the food in the bowl, and the joyful atmosphere before the meal disappeared from them.

Fu Nianjun only sighed softly:

"Not all Buddhist temples in this world are like Daxiangguo Temple. ”

The two girls looked up, as if they didn't quite understand what she was saying.

"Daxiangguo Temple is a national temple, not to mention it, the temple in Tokyo City, and even in Kaifeng Prefecture, has been contaminated with too much secular fireworks. ”

In a secular society where flies and flies seek profit, monks often have to deal with lay men and women, and it is even more difficult to resist the temptation of money and beauty. In Xiangguo Temple, it has been repeatedly rumored that monks marry wives and sell meat, and the people are not surprised. The royal worship of the Tao, the same is true of the people, for the world where Buddhism is not prosperous today, it is too normal for monks to drink wine and eat meat, sleep flowers and willows.

Even outside some temples, in those small families, there are several well-known "Fansao", all of whom are married to those monks to be in the Hun family.

Therefore, Fu Nianjun was of course a little surprised by the few points of extraordinarily pure that Tianqing Temple still retained.

After all, thirty years later, Tianqing Temple is just a place that is no different from other temples.

"It seems that today's abbot is indeed a noble monk who lives up to his name. ”

Fu Nianjun said to Aunt Liu.

This is a sure of her choice.

Aunt Liu smiled and nodded, "Yes, after a while, the lady can go to meet the abbot master, I heard that he can understand the destiny of heaven, if he gets a little bit of it, it will be a great blessing." ”

Fu Nianjun is silent, is it fate?

Can her life still be calculated......

After finishing the meal, Fu Nianjun went to distribute sesame oil money at the suggestion of Aunt Liu, and asked for two talismans for Fu Kun and Fu Yuan, and then went to the Guanyin Hall to shake lots.

Tianqing Temple is not big, and the fasting meal is unpalatable, and there are fewer pilgrims in this afternoon than before.

Fu Nianjun knelt on the futon, shaking the stick holder in his hand.

Shake one out, she took it in her hand and looked at it carefully.

"The donor wants to unsign?"

An old voice came from behind him.

Fu Nianjun turned around and saw that it was a thin old monk, with wrinkles on his face, staggering, he was wrapped in a half-new monk's robe at random, and a pair of straw sandals were still stained with mud.

It is completely incomparable with those decent Zen masters in the city, not to mention the "poet monks" and "literary monks" who can often walk with literati and distinguished guests.

Fu Nianjun got up and saluted.

The old monk unceremoniously spread his hand to her, and Fu Nianjun handed the sign in his hand to his dead wood-like hand.

The old monk's eyebrows were flat, but there was a bit of Zen, and Fu Nianjun knew that he should be the abbot of the current abbot of the Tianqing Temple.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the Zen master?"

Fu Nianjun asked softly.

"Three nos. ”

This abbot really has an extremely strange name, Fu Nianjun thought.

The old monk didn't raise his eyebrows, but he seemed to see through her doubts immediately.

only said: "No thought is the sect, no phase is the body, and no future is the foundation." ”

Therefore, the legal name is three no.

Fu Nianjun was a little embarrassed, she was not a person who was proficient in Buddhism, and in the face of this old monk, she felt a little weak.

The old monk only stared at the bamboo stick in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and only slowly reinserted the bamboo stick into the stick holder on the incense case, and said lightly:

"The benefactor's life, the Buddha can't point it out to you, and you don't have to ask for it anymore. ”

That's what it is.

Fu Nianjun was stunned for a moment, and was shocked in her heart, secretly saying that this old monk really has a bit of Taoism, and she has not spit out the question in her heart.

What she wanted to ask Guanyin was indeed the way forward.

The road ahead is difficult, what should she do.

Fu Nianjun hurriedly asked, "Can you ask the Zen master for some advice?"

The old monk turned around, looked at Fu Nianjun, and said, "Everyone's life is arranged by God, but the number of your lives is not arranged by God, and if you can't arrange it, how can the poor monk guide you?"

Fu Nianjun choked.

She really is......

Her life is not her own......

Fu Nianjun's heart swelled with strong uneasiness, after she came back from the dead, she had always been full of doubts about these thirty years ago.

She wanted to ask Heaven again and again whether it was a joke or something else.

The various characters she faced, Qi Zhaoruo, the people behind the scenes......

They seem to be inextricably linked to themselves.

Are they just like themselves, and their lives are not up to them?

Can this old monk also break through this kind of change?

Fu Nianjun had too many questions in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.

The old monk didn't pay attention to her like he was fine, turned around and turned his back to go out.

Aunt Liu, who went to discuss with Master Zhike about giving soup porridge and rice, was not here, Fangzhu and Yilan were standing outside the hall, naturally they didn't hear the conversation between the two of them.

Fu Nianjun gritted his teeth and kept up with the old monk's steps.

"Wait here. ”

Fu Nianjun instructed the two girls who were about to follow, and kept up with the old monk's footsteps in the puzzled eyes of the two girls.

The old monk was hunched up, staggering, and his straw sandals were dragging on the ground step by step, swaying, and he didn't look like a monk at all.

After walking for a while, he stopped, turned around and waved his hand to Fu Nianjun:

"Donor, let's go, the poor monk wants to go to the vegetable garden to see the vegetables, the place is dirty, don't stain your shoes......"

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I'm going to write temple dramas again, I remember that I wrote the first two books~ There must be a few masters in each book, hahaha~