The boiling water in the pot was gurgling, the charcoal fire in the furnace crackled softly, and in the tea room, which was only the size of four and a half tatami mats, Sun Suhe and Venerable Feng Luan sat opposite each other across the hearth where the water was boiling. The tea room is clean and simple, the whole body is built with green bamboo and yellow mud, there is no gorgeous furnishings, only in the position of "between the beds" according to the Japanese tradition to hang a cursive banner with elegant gestures, on the book "I don't know that I am a guest in my dream", and I see great elegance in the ancient clumsiness. A young girl in a plain kimono served from the side, sitting in front of the hearth, gently wiping all kinds of tea sets with a small square towel, with an elegant posture and a solemn expression.

"Nan no Amitabha, Mr. Suhe, please have refreshments. Master Fengluan raised his claws and made an inviting gesture, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and crooked eyebrows, looking both amiable and cute.

Sun Suhe sat in a daze, and it took a long time to react, "Thank you, thank you master", he bowed slightly, and absentmindedly picked up a piece of ball and put it in his mouth. The pastries were sweet and delicious, but Sun Suhe didn't care much about it, his thoughts at this time were like clouds on the horizon, and even he couldn't tell what he was thinking. He didn't think about it at all, so he let his mind wander and have a lazy sense of security.

The girl in front of the stove quietly finished wiping, put down the square towel, scooped the hot water in the furnace with a long spoon, first scalded the tea bowl warm, and then took the tea whisk into the bowl and slowly stirred it to make it soft, and then poured out the hot water in the bowl, wiped it again, and the preparation work was only completed so far.

She took out the teaspoon, scooped the matcha powder from the delicate tea pot and put it into the tea bowl, and then brewed it with hot water, the tea whisk was evenly mixed, the technique was both clever and elegant, showing the profound tea ceremony skills, the tea soup was brewed, the girl held it in both hands and offered it to Sun Suhe, and Master Fengluan smiled and explained the history and wonders of this tea bowl.

Sun Suhe thanked him, took the tea soup and tasted it, it was fragrant and sweet, it was really good, and the sweet aftertaste of the previous pastry was still there, which made the tea soup rich in layers and lingering aftertaste.

It's just that...... The tea soup entered his throat, and Sun Suhe faintly felt that there seemed to be a subtle sense of disobedience in this tea, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Master Fengluan talked about two sentences of tea, two sentences of Zen, and witty words. Sun Suhe listened casually while sipping tea, but his thoughts drifted to another place: Ah, what should I do, this red panda mage is too cute, and his heart melted when he smiled, and he really wanted to hug it and rub it immediately. No, no, no, I've been messing around with the old man for so long, and I understand a little bit of the delicate and sensitive relationship between people and spirits, for many spirits, it is a great shame to be regarded as a cute little animal by humans, not to mention hugging it and rubbing it, the word cute is a serious offense, but you can't mess around.

"Meow, arrogant! You humans are not necessarily noble......" The appearance of the old man of Tanuki Hua appeared with a stinky face and a generous statement. Obviously, Alice can touch it, but I can't touch it, stinky cat, it's just that, if you don't touch it, you won't touch it, in other words, I'm not willing to ask people to rub and touch it casually, mutual respect is the right thing.

Sun Suhe quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Master Fengluan, who was talking endlessly, he was so damned, he really wanted to touch it, speaking of which, can the red panda also become a monk?

Is this Venerable Fengluan really a monk?

So does he want to shave his head?

Humans are okay to say, but which ones are hair and which ones are hair, how can this be divided?

Sun Suhe's thoughts were like wild horses unleashed, inexplicable, and cranky, at this moment, Master Fengluan suddenly changed his words: "Can my generation of spirits also participate in Zen and worship Buddha, what does Mr. Su He think?"

Could it be that Venerable Fengluan knows what I'm thinking? Sun Suhedeng's face turned red, and he had a feeling that he had been caught by the teacher for deserting in class, and he smiled awkwardly: "All beings are equal, regardless of whether they are high or low, and it should be even more so when participating in meditation and worshipping Buddha, hey, I don't understand Buddhism's nonsense, don't be surprised, master." ”

Master Fengluan smiled and did not answer, put his paws together in front of his chest, and recited: "Nan Wu Amitabha." ”

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed dramatically, Sun Suhe was shocked to find that he was sitting in an ancient temple deep in the mountains, outside the temple was a moonlit night, cool breeze, withered leaves Xiao Xiao, it seemed to be autumn, Master Fengluan was still sitting opposite, chanting more than once, and he was still holding a warm tea bowl in his hand, but the tea room just now was gone.

In the courtyard of the ancient temple, a beautiful woman with a beautiful face danced in the cold breeze of the autumn night, and sighed happily in her mouth: "Oh, I am really grateful, even women such as me, ruthless plants and trees, etc., can hear this scripture and become a Buddha." ”

Sun Suhe was immediately attracted to her, and then listened to Master Fengluan's treasure and chant solemnly: "Have you ever heard it well? Even if it is just a letter of joy (1), even if everything is not emotional, grass and trees, you can become a Buddha, why doubt?"

The beauty in the wind dances and sings gracefully: "If this is the case, then it is even more grateful, please explain the cause of this plant and tree becoming a Buddha." ”

The Master said: "The Parables of Medicinal Herbs (2) clearly states that the land of plants and trees is merciless, and all of them are the reality of the law. ”

The beauty said: "Feng Zhilan." ”

The mage said, "The sound of the water of the valley." ”

He sang together: "It's all Buddhist practice." Willow green, red, the original color and fragrance of plants and trees, it is also the land of Buddhahood, and it should be the land of Buddhahood. ”

The beauty sings, the fragrance is gone, the autumn breeze in the courtyard is sorrowful, and there is only one plantain left.

Venerable Feng Luan stood up and shook his robe: "Nan no Amitabha, Mr. Su He, this song is adapted from the ballad "Basho" composed by Jin Chun Zen Bamboo, explaining the principle that all plants, trees, and land in the "Myoho-renge-kyo" become Buddhas. Enlightenment and Buddhahood is not a privilege exclusive to human beings, but all the grass and trees and land can become Buddhas, let alone the 'spirit'?"

Although Sun Suhe could not fully understand the deep meaning of the song, he was touched by a strong emotion, and a tear unconsciously shed from the corner of his eye, and he deeply realized the grandeur of the spirit, compared with the subtlety of the tension between man and spirit, the superiority of outsiders to the laity, and the ubiquitous mutual contempt between the laity.

Master Fengluan looked at Sun Suhe in surprise, raised his long white eyebrows slightly, and sighed: "Mr. Suhe, you are very different from other humans, no wonder Tanuki, who has always had a bad face for humans, is actually willing to ...... for you Mr. Su He, how did you and Tanuki meet? The foolish monk was very curious. ”

"That's a long story. Let me tell you about it. Sun Suhe picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and was about to moisten his throat from the beginning.

But when the tea soup entered the throat, the incomprehensible sense of disobedience reappeared, what was it...... Sun Suhe was shocked, as if there was a thunderbolt in his mind, this tea is not real!

Sun Suhe followed Alice's side and heard and saw, has a good understanding of the tea ceremony, a cup of high-quality tea soup not only needs good tea, good water, good utensils to coincide with the meeting, but also needs the tea ceremony master to carefully prepare in a wonderful way, it is because of the painstaking system, which must contain a touching fresh charm, although the truth is mysterious, but the feeling is extremely real, Sun Suhe once tasted Alice's own tea brewed, the feeling is particularly profound.

Although the bowl of tea in his hand tastes excellent, it lacks that touch, and it loses its shape. I saw the girl making tea by herself, how could this be? If this tea is not real, then I ......

Wait, me, how did I end up here?

I'm ...... What's going on?

By the way, after Xie Yi and I got out of the battlefield, we took the subway to a temple built in an underground rock formation, and then met Venerable Feng Luan in a meditation room, and after that, I fainted.

Sun Suhe's thoughts quickly cleared, and there was an uproar in his heart for a while. The tea bowl fell to the ground unsteadily, the tea spilled on the ground, the tea bowl rolled, buzzing, and it was particularly harsh in this ancient temple in the deep mountains.

"I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream, I'm in a dream?" Sun Suhe's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked straight at Master Fengluan, and asked angrily. If you want to say that you have an acquaintance with Master Tanuki, you can't avoid the little bear, this is one of the biggest secrets in Sun Suhe's heart, but just now he almost followed the other party's words and explained it, and he didn't feel inappropriate at all, obviously for the safety of the little bear, he also specially asked the old man Tanuki to cast a seal on this memory to guard against detection......

How could I be so defenseless for a first-time seeker, the more Sun Suhe thought about it, the more he was afraid, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the behemoth sword intent rushed into the sky like a tide, the sword qi snowflakes were scattered, the ancient temple was overwhelmed, and it was full of holes in an instant.

The tiles and wooden blocks were scattered like rain, and in the dust, Master Fengluan frowned slightly: "Wake up so quickly!" He sneered, pointing at the sky with one claw and the earth with the other: "Heaven and earth, I am the only one." ”

Before the words fell, the grand Sanskrit chant resounded through the void, the barren mountains collapsed, endless karmic fires gushed out from the ground, the ancient temple collapsed, the sky was bright, and a handprint that was more than the mountains descended from the sky to Sun Suhe, fierce and decisive. Heaven and earth, I am the only one. I am not me, but my true self Buddha-nature. And Sun Suhe has become the attachment and sin that defiles the Buddha-nature consciousness, there is no way to go to heaven, there is no way to enter the earth, and the whole heaven and earth cannot tolerate him.

If he dies here, I'm afraid he will really die, a strong intuition hit Sun Suhe's nerves fiercely, but he couldn't think of any way to get out of this worst nightmare.

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