"You are traveling around, don't you need to take a break for a while?" asked Yuechi Gesheng with concern.

Chen Qinglang said with a smile: "It's just a two-hour plane, where is it a journey?"

"Let's take a breath, you're not tired, this little sister will always be a little tired, right?" Yuechi Gesheng looked at Jiang Siyu and said.

Jiang Siyu knew that the overall situation was the most important: "It's okay, I'm not tired, what is the plane at this time, let's seal the turbidity hole first." ”

Zhang Peipei said to Chen Qinglang in an inquiring tone: "Why don't you take a break and calm down?" Anyway, we have already arrived in Tokyo, and we are not in a hurry for a while. ”

Chen Qinglang nodded: "Okay, then rest for a while." ”

At this time, the thick cotton curtain at the door of the tavern was lifted, and a Japanese woman poured out with a basin of water, and when she poured the water, she saw a few people in Yuechi Gesheng, and her eyes looked at Chen Qinglang, Zhang Pei, Pei, and Jiang Siyu curiously and suspiciously.

Yuechi Gesheng replied with a word, and the other party said two more words, like a polite greeting, and then returned to the tavern.

Jiang Siyu asked curiously, "Sister Yuechi, what are you talking about?"

Yuechi Gesheng replied while leading the three of them towards a rural courtyard: "The proprietress invited me in for a drink, but I refused. ”

"Sister, aren't you a monk, how can a monk drink?" Jiang Siyu asked.

Yuechi Gesheng said: "Isn't there a saying in China that 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart'?

Jiang Siyu said unscrupulous: "Those who say that kind of thing are flower monks and bad monks!"

Chen Qinglang raised his hand and slapped her on the head: "What are you talking nonsense?"

Jiang Siyu covered his head with an "oops": "People are telling the truth!"

Yuechi Gesheng smiled, but he didn't think anything of it: "If you do bad things, you are a bad monk, and if you drink wine and eat meat, you don't do bad things, how can you be called a bad monk?"

"Monks should have compassion. Jiang Si said.

Yuechi Gesheng said: "That's right, so I usually only drink alcohol and don't eat meat." ”

Jiang Siyu seems to be addicted to raising the bar: "Plants are also life." ”

Yuechi Gesheng smiled: "Then all the monks have to starve to death." ”

"So it's better not to be a monk. Jiang Si said.

Yuechi Gesheng had already led the three of them to the door of the courtyard at this time, and after reaching out to push the door open, a wide courtyard appeared in front of him, facing the gate, it was a typical Japanese house, all of which were wooden sliding doors, pasted with white plain paper, which made people look clean and elegant and elegant.

"Religious belief is not as simple as you think, being a monk is not for vegetarianism, vegetarianism does not necessarily mean compassion, eating meat is not necessarily cruel, in short, it is still a free heart, the same religion, each has its own way, each has its own Zen. Whether it is a Buddha or not, can only be seen from the heart. Isn't there a saying in China that 'knowing the face but not the heart', external words and actions can be disguised, so these are all external objects that are not enough, but the inner heart cannot be disguised, and this is the foundation of meditation practice. ”

Yuechi Gesheng led the three of them through the clean and empty courtyard, then climbed the stairs to the main house, stretched out his hand to open the door, and inside was the same neat and empty living room, except for tatami, a few futons, and a coffee table with tea sets and flower arrangements, there was nothing else cluttered.

This is also the biggest feature of traditional Japanese houses, that is, "space, room, and silence".

Yuechi Gesheng invited the three of them to sit down on the futon, and then the posture was beautiful and soothing, and the three of them made flower tea without hurry.

Chen Qinglang held the teacup, looked at the structure of the house, and at the same time looked at the courtyard through the open door, and then through the open courtyard door, he saw the wide and tidy road in front of the courtyard gate.

There is no objective reason, and the grief is directly felt.

Maybe this is the mourning of things, and it is also one of the unique aesthetics of Japan, there is no great sorrow or joy, but there is a sadness that lingers.

But this sadness is very beautiful, just like "last night's stars and last night's wind", "Pinglin desert smoke is like weaving", "a Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculent, and the plum is yellow and rainy".

Jiang Siyu also forgot to raise the bar with Yuechi Gesheng again, but muttered: "Obviously there is nothing, how can it feel so beautiful?"

"It's called a lot of mistakes. For the sake of beauty, you have to add a lot of other things, these things are beautiful and ugly, the more beautiful the more ugly parts, although there are beautiful parts, but once there are ugly parts, there are mistakes, there are things that are in the way of the eyes. Putting nothing on the other may be the best option. Yuechi Gesheng said.

Chen Qinglang thought, it is precisely because of this that the cultivation of the Tao pays attention to meditation and concentration, the more thoughts in the heart, the more demonic obstacles, maybe there are some philosophical deep thoughts, but the complicated miscellaneous thoughts are also mixed in at the same time, it is easy to affect the mind.

However, in his opinion, if it is completely empty, it is not very reasonable, it is a lazy choice, so the traditional Japanese house is not only empty, but also room, and silence.

It is also extremely wrong to think that simply putting nothing will be the most beautiful.

But not letting go of anything, keeping it empty, this is something that must be done, but it can't just be done.

This is actually similar to monasticism.

The mind should be empty and quiet, but in terms of structure and roots, there is actually a hidden existence of intermittent silence.

Only people who have no brains will have nothing in their hearts, and that is not called emptiness, but barrenness.

People with brains know how to tidy up the hidden tranquility, and can hide the complicated space into a beautiful wabi-sabi place.

Meditation is one of the ways to achieve this.

Jiang Siyu became interested in some Japanese culture, and has been chatting with Yuechi Gesheng since then.

After twenty minutes, Chen Qinglang looked at the time and said, "It's almost noon, let's go and seal the entrance of the cave first, after the seal, just come back for lunch." ”

So the four of them got up and walked out of the courtyard, got into the car of Yuechi Gesheng, and headed towards the mouth of the netherworld turbidity air cave.

In about six or seven minutes, the car had already driven to the road at the edge of the dense forest, and it was quiet everywhere, and there was no sound.

"If it's too quiet, it's actually terrifying. Jiang Siyu stood beside the car, looked at the surrounding environment, and said timidly.

Chen Qinglang said: "That's because I'm not strong enough. ”

"It seems that I really have to work hard to cultivate. Jiang Si said.

Yuechi Gesheng has already stepped into the dense forest first: "Let's go." ”

"Bang, bang, bang......"

However, at this moment, in the dense forest in the distance ahead, there was a sudden and chaotic sound of gunfire that continued to be rapid and non-stop.

Not one person shooting, but several.

These guns contain not only rifles, machine guns, but also sniper rifles.

"Boom!"

There is even the sound of a grenade exploding.

The bodies of the four of them froze in unison and quickly glanced at each other.

"What's going on, why is there a gunshot?" Jiang Siyu hid behind Chen Qinglang and asked with some fear.

In order to alleviate her fear, Chen Qinglang said with a smile: "It may be that those Japanese soldiers are fighting beasts and preparing to make barbecue." ”

"That may be the case. "They often do this kind of thing. ”

But Chen Qinglang, Zhang Peipei, and Yuechi Gesheng all knew that the guns of hunting would not be so flustered and complicated.

But Jiang Siyu was indeed relaxed.

The other three remained vigilant.

"You go back to the car first, and I'll go and have a look. Chen Qinglang said.

Zhang Peipei said: "I'll go with you." ”

Chen Qinglang shook his head: "You protect the two of them from accidents." If you encounter danger, drive away immediately. ”

After speaking, he had already performed interstellar travel, and his body was quickly shuttling in the vast forest sea, and the shadows of the trees and time were speeding back on both sides of him.