It was a day without words. At sunset, the door of Jinming Temple was knocked open by a homeless man, saying that he wanted to spend the night. This person's face is rough, and there is a fierce air between his eyebrows, which does not leave a good first impression.

It's just that he wears a sword at his waist, and everyone doesn't dare to block it at will, so after bringing him into Jinming Temple, they hurried to report to the abbot. At this time, the abbot was talking about Buddhism with Old Man Ouyang in the main hall, and when he suddenly heard the news, he was also a little surprised.

"No hindrance, now that the situation is like this, there are not a few homeless people who wander the world, so you might as well leave him for a few nights. Old man Ouyang said very easily.

This sentence seemed unintentional, but it made the abbot frown: "Brother Ouyang, although I don't prevent people from staying overnight here, it's not just that anyone can stay. There are hundreds of people up and down in this temple, and their safety is all on the old man. ”

Jinming Temple is a famous temple in the world, quite famous, and this matter is well known. However, this is a temple after all, not as full of masters as Old Man Ouyang's Dust Valley. Most of the people here are bald monks who don't listen to the outside of the window and have no power to restrain the chicken, and if a robber stays in the temple, it will bring huge hidden dangers.

However, if he were to be driven away, it would ruin the reputation of Buddhism for compassion.

"The abbot's concern is reasonable, it's not as good as this, our more than thirty senior brothers in the Dust Valley will be vigilant tonight and do their best to protect the safety of your temple. Mu Rui, who was sitting on the sidelines and listening to the Buddha, suggested.

The more than 30 Dust Valley disciples who came together today are all elites in the valley, and it can almost be said that it is easy to protect Jinming Temple from being harmed by robbers.

"No, no, no. The little master's kindness was appreciated. However, if you say so, others will think that we do not know how to be hospitable, and we will lose face in the quiet place of Buddhism. ”

The abbot waved his hand in disagreement.

"Then what should I do, I can't just leave it alone, right?" Mu Rui was more anxious than Ouyang and the abbot.

He looked at the Master, hoping that the Master would give him advice. To his surprise, Old Man Ouyang's eyelids were tired, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Master......" Mu Rui was embarrassed to remind loudly.

"Hmm...... I'm listening......" Ouyang finally opened his eyes, and avoided Mu Rui's anxious eyes a little lazily, "Just go find the little guy who is the most capable of tricks!"

Ouyang is talking about Yi Huan. It's just that since he came to Jinming Temple, Yi Huan has never been idle in the temple anymore, and he has long been gone. If he could find it, I'm afraid Mu Rui wouldn't be here to listen to the Buddha.

"Master, senior brother, he doesn't seem to be there. Mu Rui reminded in a low voice.

"What! not there?" Ouyang Dengshi's eyes widened, and he slapped the table with his palm, "Mu Rui, you must find him, and strictly order this little rabbit cub to find a way to get punished!"

After speaking, it looked like he was about to fall asleep, and the Diamond Sutra in his hand swayed and almost fell on the case.

"In that case...... I also troubled the little master to find the ......, "The abbot didn't know what to say for a while."

Mu Rui was very helpless. Senior Brother and Master don't seem to be very reliable today. Obviously, he has a good relationship with the abbot, but now that there is a crisis, why does the master have an attitude that it doesn't matter to him?

Out of the main hall, Mu Rui returned to the monk's room where he was staying. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the aroma of wine and the aroma of soup and meat. At first glance, he was stunned, but the senior brother was sitting on the couch, nibbling on chicken legs and drinking Moutai, and his red face was full of happiness.

"Senior brother!"

Mu Rui shouted, hurriedly ran in, opened the doors and windows, and dispelled the smell of alcohol. He snatched the wine and meat away from Yi Huan's hand, and said angrily: "When you come to Jinming Temple, how can you drink wine and eat meat?"

Looking at Yi Huan's indifferent attitude, he was going crazy! Drinking wine and eating meat in the temple is a big taboo!

"Why not?" Yi Huan asked rhetorically, "I still remember a certain monk said that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart!"

With that, he took out the gourd on his waist again, and drank the wine with a grunt, and the aroma soon spread around.

"Sure enough, the old Chen family's wine is well-brewed!" Yi Huan couldn't stop praising after taking a sip.

This is one of the great takeaways of his afternoon wandering around the food street next to Jinming Temple. After nibbling on the hooves at a shop, I just felt that the quality of the wine in that store was not good, and it was not worthy of the food.

So, he went to Lao Chen's house, where he frequented, begged for a pot of aged old liquor, drank two bowls, and put everything he left into the gourd on his waist.

It's worth it...... Yi Huan sighed.

"Senior brother!" Mu Rui was angry, but he knew that he couldn't stop his senior brother, so he had to sigh helplessly, "Senior brother, there is something that Master wants me to tell you and ask you to think of a way." ”

"Let's talk," Yi Huan's drunken eyes were hazy, and his face seemed to be asleep, "I didn't expect the old man to have a way to get rid of me, it's a strange thing!"

"That's ......"

Mu Rui told the whole process of the whole thing, afraid that Yi Huan would fall asleep when he heard it, and shouted sharply: "Senior brother, are you listening? Hurry up and think of a way!"

Yi Huan shook the wine gourd, and the whole person staggered and almost fell. Mu Rui wanted to help him, but he stopped him.

After propping himself up, a smile appeared on Yi Huan's drunken face: "The trouble that can be solved casually, the master and the abbot can't think of a way, and they still want to come to me?"

"Senior brother, have you thought of a way?" Mu Rui's eyes lit up.

Yi Huan squinted his sleepy eyes, and his drooping eyelids seemed to be unable to hold up with the strength of Wan Jun: "Aren't you afraid that the old man will make a bad kid at night? Then let him come to the main hall at night to listen to Zen." ”

"Go to the main hall at night to listen to Zen?"

"Yes," Yi Huan's eyelids raised, "As long as it comes to Buddhism, isn't the old abbot quite able to speak?" I remember when I listened to him talk about Zen, I almost burst into tears, and I didn't drink wine or eat meat for two or three days in a row. ”

Whether the abbot's meditation is so magical, Mu Rui doesn't know. He came with his master to listen to the meditation, and most of them went back to the monk's room to rest halfway through the hearing. Perhaps the abbot's speech had not yet reached its most wonderful place at that time.

"But does it really work?" Mu Rui was still worried.

"How could it be useless? Wouldn't it be good if you could move that old man and be kind and pure? Besides, even if it really didn't work, let people listen to the story all night, and there would be no chance of committing murder. ”

Yi Huan didn't know when he took out the feather fan again and fanned it leisurely.

"Then I'll go and tell Master. Mu Rui got up and was about to leave.

"Wait," Yi Huan turned sideways and changed to a lying position, "You'd better remind the old man that it's best for him to be there when the time comes." It's hard to prevent the wicked man from doing anything wrong, I'm afraid don't slaughter the abbot. ”

With that, he turned around and went to sleep, snoring. The sentence "slaughtered" was said in a relaxed tone, but it made Mu Rui shiver. He hurried out of the room and hurried towards the main hall.

Mu Rui's figure gradually moved away, hurriedly, and soon disappeared.

"Hey, that's a cutie!" a snickerer erupted in the room.

......

The quiet night is like water, and the waves are not alarmed.

Above the main hall.

The grim-looking pilgrim with a sword in his hand strode into the main hall. He looked around, first carefully at the gold bricks and tiles on the temple, then at the people sitting next to him, and finally fixed his gaze on the abbot's face.

"Donor, please be seated. The abbot deliberately did not make eye contact with him, and made a "please" gesture.

The pilgrim did not answer directly, but looked around again before taking a step and sitting down on a mat beside him. He set the sword aside, and when it landed, it made a sonorous sound that echoed above the main hall for a long time.

There weren't a few people around, the abbot, Ouyang, and a few retinues of Xiao Shami.

"Dare to ask who the benefactor is?" asked the abbot.

At this moment, a young monk came in with broken steps, he brought a cup of tea to everyone present, and then turned to leave.

The pilgrim took a sip of tea, saw the dust of the tea leaves in the cup, and smiled slightly: "In the north of the Huai River, the ancestral hometown, it is the place where this tea is produced." ”

I didn't expect that this vulgar-looking person could still understand the tea ceremony, and the abbot was a little surprised in his heart.

"The north of the Huai River is far away, and I don't know why the donor is coming and where he is going. ”

"It's nothing else, it's just a home and a ranger. Coming from the north of the Huai River, now I want to go to the south of the Huai River. ”

As soon as these words came out, the abbot's heart tightened, and his vigilance became heavier. What is the difference between a ranger who is a family from all over the world and a robber? I'm afraid that tonight, I can't just let him go.

"The donor has a good face, but with a ferocious air. Since he is a ranger, he must be dusty and tainted with a lot of the world's vulgarity. The old man sent a suggestion to the donor, choose a place to live as soon as possible, keep to yourself, taste tea in your free time, understand the Buddha's way, and also understand the principles of life as soon as possible and purify your heart. The abbot said.

"The Principle of Life, Purifying People's Hearts?" the pilgrim stared.

"The Buddha said that all evils should not be done, all good should be pursued, and self-purification of one's mind is all Buddhism. The abbot taught, "The dust on the donor's body can be washed away, and the dust in the heart needs to be purified by practicing Zen Taoism." ”

Hearing this, the pilgrim suddenly stood up and laughed loudly, and the laughter hovered over the main hall, echoing for a long time and could not be dispersed.

"Why is the benefactor laughing?" puzzled the abbot.

"Why are you laughing?" the pilgrim retracted his smile and showed disdain, "I laugh at you for being stupid! I laugh at you for being stupid! I laugh at you for cultivating Buddhism all your life but not understanding the most simple truth in the world!"

These words were very harsh, but after all, the abbot had been practicing Buddhism for many years, and he was in a slightly state of mind, and he was quite calm.

"The donor might as well tell me, what is the simple truth?"

He was confident that there was nothing wrong with what he had just said, and there was no flaw.

The pilgrims paced above the lobby, their eyes like shooting stars, their spirits flying, and they did not have the gloomy and ferocious state they had before. He said:

"The abbot just said that the dust on the body can be washed away, and the dust in the heart can be purified. But I thought otherwise. There is no dust under your feet, and you can't go far. There is no dust in the heart, and there is a state of sighing. The abbot is not a cripple or an infant in the earthly world, and no matter how he practices, he will never be dust-free in his body and dust-free in his heart. ”

His generous statement made several people present stunned.