Wen Xi thanked him, bent down to take the incense, lit it on the candle, bowed silently to the gods and Buddhas in the temple, and then respectfully inserted the incense burner.

Xiao Shami went to the front of the case, picked up the wooden fish and knocked a few times.

Wen Xi looked up and saw that the mud Buddha was tall, full of compassion, and the Buddha case offered incense flowers and precious candles, but she showed a puzzled look and looked at the Buddha statue for a long time.

The little novice asked, "Donor, do you have any doubts?" ”

Wen Xi smiled at him, "Didn't the Zen master tell you that if you live in the world, you can't help but wonder from time to time?" ”

Xiao Shami scratched his bald head, "The Zen master said, participating in Zen and enlightenment is to solve doubts." ”

Wen Xi smiled and touched his bald head, "You kid, you have doubts, too." ”

Xiao Shami said: "Amitabha, I am young, it is common sense to have doubts, the universe is vast, and the world is small, so I must always think about it. ”

Wen Xi covered her lips and smiled: "Very, very, yes, you're right." ”

Then the little novice was going to show Wen Xi the way to find Ming, and walked out of the back of the main hall, it was a slippery tree-lined path, and Wen Xi stretched out his hand to take the little novice.

Xiao Shami's face turned red, and he said seriously: "Amitabha, I and the little monk often come and go, and we won't fall." ”

Wen Xi smiled, "When did you come to the Zen Academy?" ”

Xiao Shami thought for a moment and said, "Well, by tomorrow, it will be two years." ”

Wen Xi smiled again and asked, "How could the Zen master think of taking in a little apprentice?" ”

Xiao Shami scratched his head, "The Zen master said that I have Huigen. ”

Wen Xi sneered: "The old monk will still abduct children." ”

Xiao Shami said with a straight face: "The female benefactor is joking, how can a Zen master who has attained enlightenment abduct a child." ”

The child was serious and old-fashioned and funny, Wen Xi laughed again, and the little novice led her to a hut, and stretched her head to look inside the house, but she heard a light cough, "Girl, what did you ask for from the Buddha?" ”

Xiao Shami looked up at Wen Xi and whispered, "The Zen master is waiting for you." ”

Wincy whispered a thank you to him, and then took off her shoes and went into the hut.

In the room, but the bamboo mat and the scriptures, by the window, a thin middle-aged monk sitting, stirring a pot of bitter tea boiled on the clay stove, eyebrows lowered, slender fingers, holding a brass tea spoon, draped in a light gray monk's robe, under a green shadow, like the realm of people in the painting.

Wen Xi quietly stepped inside, sat down opposite him, and couldn't help but have a respectful attitude towards such a quiet scene, "You said before that the Buddha cultivates the merits of heaven and earth outside the realm of transformation, how can he bestow fame and fortune on the world, so I don't ask for anything." ”

Liao Ming chuckled lightly and said, "Recently, there have been a few more rains in Jiangnan, and you came at the right time, not hot or stuffy." ”

He scooped out a spoonful of tea soup and poured it into a clay bowl and handed it to Wen Xi.

Wen Xi stared at the blue color in his hand, thinking that it was extremely bitter, and he couldn't help but have a bitter face, "Don't you drink it?" ”

Liao Ming shook his head and smiled: "Bitterness is sweet, this is good tea." ”

Wen Xi had to take it, took a sip carefully, and it was really bitter and staggering, and he couldn't help complaining: "The incense in your temple is sparse, I think it's because of the bitterness of the tea for this hospitality, no one dares to come." ”

Li Ming smiled faintly and said: "The mountain temple treats each other, since you are destined, aren't you here today?" ”

Wen Xi was aroused, she couldn't help pinching the tea bowl, turned her head to look out the window, outside the window, there was an endless Xiuzhu, "Monk, you knew the identity of my master from the beginning, didn't you?" ”

A long time ago, Xu Changling often came to the Jingshui Zen Temple, or with a clear debate, or on the ancient and modern, talking about obscurity, Xu Changling always used the excuse to branch Wenxi.

Liao Ming was still stirring the tea soup, and the bitter fragrance continued.

"Girl, who are you?" He asked.

Wen Xi was stunned, she looked at Ming, under Ming's eyebrows, there was a touch of tranquility, his person, like the color of his clothes, like the elegant ink fragrance of the scriptures, natural and plain.

"I ...... I don't know...... "She is Wenxi, but the name Wenxi was given to her by the master, and it is just a name, except for this name, who is she?" Who was she supposed to be? Wency suddenly couldn't answer.

"Who is your master?" Ming asked again.

Wen Xi opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "He is the regent of Jinhua Kingdom. ”

Liao Ming sighed slightly, "When he came to my Zen Academy, he was just dressed in white, but he never put down the sword halberd in his heart, and I knew that one day, he would still become Xu Changling again." ”

Wen Xi's heart was depressed, the master in white was no longer there.

Ming said again: "Girl, who you feel in your heart, who is you, what is your name, and what is the difference, it's just a title, people who love you will not be because of your name, and people who understand you will not see your identity." ”

Wen Xi understood what he meant, but he still couldn't let go, "But my master has become another person with his name and identity." ”

"Alas......" Ming sighed leisurely, "This is the ...... of the picture"

Wen Xi didn't understand Zen, but he felt that the bitterness in his heart was three points stronger than the bitter tea in his hand.

"Monk, I still remember what you said at the beginning, my heart was full of confusion, so I came here today, but you are still on the edge, Wen Xi is a mediocre person, I really don't understand what you mean." She pinched the tea bowl and frowned.

Liming raised his eyes, looked at her, then smiled, and said: "I planted a pot of lotus, and the lotus is about to bloom when it first appears, so you might as well stay for a few more days and see with me what the lotus looks like when it blooms." ”

Wen Xi was slightly stunned.

Liao Ming smiled again: "Jiangnan to the border city, the road is far away, presumably His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not in such a hurry to let you go quickly." ”

Wen Xi lowered his head, knowing that he knew her intentions, this monk knew everything, but he didn't say it, as if he wanted to be a little more clever if others couldn't guess it, Wen Xi was a little indignant.

There was also a thatched hut not far from Ming's house, where he entertained his guests, but his guests were so few that this hut was often covered with dust, and every time Wenxi came, he had to spend half a day cleaning and tidying up.

Since she let Wen Xi live for a few days, she couldn't, so she had to go to the stream to fetch water, and then find a broom to clean the house.

The little novice is called Yulin, and I think it is a common name. He saw Winsy carrying a bucket and a rag, working inside and out, and finally throwing a lot of things out of the hut.

Yulin squatted down with his knees, picked up a scroll painting thrown by Wen Xi in the courtyard and opened it, it was a picture of a monk Mei playing the qin, he blinked at the person in the painting and touched his chin, and Wen Xi said with Wen Xi who went out and threw a broken wooden basin: "This is a painting that a gentleman in Muchuan City came to the Zen Temple as a guest to the Zen master when it snowed heavily last year." ”

Wen Xi raised his eyebrows, glanced at the painting, and said: "There is no shortage of places to put a painting in the monk's house, but he threw it here, this painting is not very good, he thinks he doesn't like it, and he is embarrassed to refuse, so he put it in this empty house." ”

"Really?" Yulin looked at this painting again and again, and thought it was very good, why didn't the Zen master want it.

Ran Wenxi glanced at the inscription of this scroll again, couldn't help but move his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitched, took the scroll from Yulin's hand, shook it open, looked at it carefully, and suddenly bent the corners of his lips.

She squatted down, smiled with Yulin and asked, "The gentleman you are talking about, is it a female gentleman or a male gentleman?" ”

"Huh?" Yulin was puzzled, "Sir...... Of course it's a man. ”

Wen Xi stood up with a smile, touched Yulin's head, rolled the scroll back, dusted it off, rolled his eyes, and entered the house.