The purple-red peony sliced through the air with a fierce momentum, making a roaring sound, and flew towards the monk's head like a sharp arrow. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Good!"

Seeing the purple flowers cross the carpet and get closer and closer to the monk, everyone couldn't help but shout hello.

At this moment, an accident suddenly appeared, and the imposing purple and red flowers seemed to be exhausted, and fell slowly.

Still not stained with the monk's clothes.

The crowd couldn't help but let out a cry of regret.

"I'll give it a try, too. ”

Finally, there were unbelievers who couldn't help but itch their hands, picked up the flowers and threw them at the monk who was still sitting upright and chanting.

As soon as this was a precedent, the old men who were watching were eager to try, snatching flowers from the hands of the big girl and the little daughter-in-law next to them and throwing them at the people outside the carpet.

Peonies of various colors were thrown in front of the monks and piled up into a mountain of flowers.

The monk was unmoved.

The flowers were all thrown, but none of them touched the man.

The onlookers finally gave up without interest.

In the evening, the monks who did not stick to the flowers under the dead trees became the talk of major restaurants and tea shops. Stories about him are circulating in the streets.

"Hmph, what a monk, it's just a trick to deceive people. ”

A pot-bellied man with two beards slammed down his teacup and snorted coldly.

"Yes. It's just a bit of a deception. He sat in the middle of the city and meditated, where is chanting, but it is just eye-catching. The middle-aged man smiled all over his face and bowed in agreement.

"You have to frustrate his spirit. The pot-bellied man was still a little upset. He kindly invited the man to come to the house, but who knows, the people don't appreciate it at all. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he also ignored him in the face!

"I heard that he went to the ruined temple in the east of the city. ”

The middle-aged man bowed down and handed over the message at the right time.

"There's no hurry. Since he likes to sensationalize, wouldn't it be better to lose his face in public?"

The pot-bellied man stroked his beard and said unhurriedly.

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged man bowed in response.

The peony flowers in Jinzhou City bloom for half a month, and this half month, Jinzhou is very lively.

The spread of the tea shop in the restaurant made everyone interested in this mysterious monk.

Many people didn't even look at the flowers, and waited under the dead trees yesterday to see the merry monk who had been thrown a mountain of flowers.

The peony is fragrant and the country is beautiful, with the appearance and temperament of the monk, and it is unique in the heaven and earth that is depicted.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of monk the enlightened monk really was.

Some people even carried a large basket to collect peonies early, just to see if they could throw it on the monk, so as to win a good fortune and the envious eyes of everyone.

There were clever vendors, carrying burdens full of dewdrops of peonies and waiting in a shady place, just waiting for the monk to appear, and when the flowers in everyone's hands were thrown away, they came forward to sell them.

The sun is rising.

The monk came.

It's still the same outfit as yesterday, with bast shoes and gray clothes, a cold and dusty appearance, and thin lips tightly pursed, the whole person is like a god.

He walked unhurriedly, and the crowd made way for him to make way for him, and the end of the passage was under the dead tree where he had sat yesterday. All the flowers of yesterday have been swept away, and a comfortable futon has been placed by someone with a heart.

Everyone looked eagerly at the monk and waited for him to go to the dead tree and meditate.

Unexpectedly, the monk avoided the crowd and walked to the other side.

The people did not understand that yesterday's long night of meditation and chanting under a dead tree was just that there were few people in the place of Tuna. Today the people surrounded it three times inside and three times outside, and he would not go back.

He recites the scriptures for the faith of his heart, not for the sake of the people.

The crowd began to make noise as the monks left, and those who did not squeeze into the front seats hurriedly followed behind the monks, so that as the monks moved, the crowd began to move.

After a long night, he found a secluded place, lifted his monk's robe, and sat down cross-legged.

This morning, he traveled all the way, knocked on the door to dissuade a pair of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who complained and abused each other, and spoke of forgiveness; He also taught a young boy who stole the fruit of others, taught him to be upright for a while, and then said a good thought to the man who kicked the wild dogs.

Everyone in the world is suffering, and he must practice more diligently.

The crowd followed all the way, holding its breath and stopping, a foot away from the long night.

Only then did the long night realize that there were countless pairs of eyes in front of him.

Long Night didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't expect this situation to be related to him, so he closed his eyes as usual and began today's homework.

After a moment of silence, the whispers began to creep in.

I don't know who started it, and a snow-white peony flew towards the monk and landed half a foot away in front of the monk.

Then, countless peonies were thrown at the monk one after another, forming a wave of flowers in the air.

As was the case yesterday, the flowers all fell in front of the monk without exception, and not even a single corner of the monk's clothes was touched.

The crowd erupted in a sigh of regret again.

Seeing that the waves of flowers were gradually thinning, the vendors carrying the flowers began to shout.

"Freshly cut peonies, fresh and big, only this one, no replenishment, come and buy it! If you hit the living Buddha, you will have luck......!

Some people who just came to see the appearance of the mysterious monk were moved when they heard this: but two pennies a flower, it is very cheap, if you hit this high-ranking monk and get lucky, then the days after will be smooth and blessed....... However, as soon as I thought about it, the crowd watching the excitement thought clearly about the stakes involved.

As a result, the vendor filled a load of peonies, which was quickly looted.

The peonies that were fluttering again set off a wave of flowers, falling like rain, falling down with a bang, and falling on the pile of flowers stacked together.

None of them hit the monks.

In front of the monk's eyes, a layer of delicate and fragrant peonies was spread. The water is red, blue, green, and purple, and the single-petal overlapping hydrangea drags the laurel....... Don't be praised, it's full of color and fragrance.

The monks just blindly closed their eyes and recited the scriptures, and did not linger on external objects. It was as if the pile of flowers and the sounds around him had nothing to do with him.

Actually, that's what the crowd of onlookers thinks.

I kept my eyes closed and chanting the scriptures all the time, and my mind was empty, and I didn't notice this.

He recited the Scriptures for two hours a day, day after day, without stopping. Wherever you read on the first day, you will continue on the second day. It was part of his practice. From childhood to adulthood, this has been the case.

At first, there was the master's supervision and supervision, and then it was all based on the consciousness that had become a habit.

He meditated and realized at the same time, and as the day deepened, he felt that the truth in the scroll was not enough. Therefore, arrange everything to go down the mountain, enter the red dust to preach the longitude of others, and at the same time comprehend your own body.

Jinzhou is the place he went to after the third year of travel.