Since that day's "whipping incident", Xie Huan has been quiet for a few days. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The people in the temple already think that she is withdrawn and high, eccentric and unlucky, and she also feels that the people in the temple are high and low, and the power is fickle.

Look at each other and hate each other, so simply don't look at each other.

Xie Huan freshened up, meditated, and transcribed Buddhist scriptures every day, and the first thing she saw was the same sun, and she fell asleep with the light moonlight that did not change much.

On this day, it was getting late, Xie Huan smelled the incense of Buddha, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She walked over and opened the door to take a look, and it turned out to be one of Senior Brother Wenzhi's supporters.

With her hands folded, she bent down slightly, "Little master." ”

It was only then that the little monk with her waist and abdomen stood with her hands in her hands, and she was old-fashioned.

"You're a penalty, aren't you? Where is the shrine, please? ”

"I'm done. I was about to send it to Senior Brother Wenzhi. ”

"Don't go. Give it directly to Master Huiyuan. ”

Xie Huan was puzzled, "What does it have to do with Master Huiyuan?" Besides, isn't the master in retreat? ”

The little monk couldn't say clearly, so he pouted and glanced at her, "Where are there so many words?" This is what Senior Brother Wen Zhi told me. ”

Xie Huan couldn't, so he had to stuff him with a piece of peach kernel cake to thank him and close the Zen door.

"Senior sister, who is Master Huiyuan?" Tan Yi squeaked and crunched the peach kernel crisp.

"It's you during the day, it's a mouse at night, you let me be quiet for a while." Xie Huan pressed his eyebrows, "I don't know very well, Master Yuan Deng didn't let me disturb his cultivation, and he only took a few face-to-face shots." ”

Tan Yi chewed on the crispy mouth, and didn't care, "Then he is not the punishment master, do you still have to talk to Senior Brother Wenzhi?" ”

Xie Huan turned his head when he heard this, looked at her, and sighed, "After so many years, I can be regarded as listening to you say something useful." ”

Tan smiled and grinned, deliberately chewing louder, "Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Ye Ci are black." After the senior sister got to know him, her mouth became worse and worse. "Leaned forward and sniffed her Zen clothes," but a little more human than the Buddha who ignored everything before. ”

Xie Huan sat upright and stacked a small stack of vermilion Buddhist scriptures, "Split up?" You go and send it to Master Huiyuan, and I'll go find Wen Zhi, the provincial handle. ”

"Done. Who made me eat people with short mouths? ”

The monk ate the gag, and the nun ate the errand. Xie Huanxin said that this plate of peach kernel cake can be regarded as fulfilling its mission.

Holding the "Myoho-renge-kyo" ten times, Tan Yi walked to the depths of the pine and cypress forest, and the old moss was sticking to the bluestone slabs with sparse or dense spacing, and the greasy rubbing could not be rubbed off, so it was attached to the soles and circumferences of her shoes.

In the daytime, the ancient pine, which was high and bright, upright and upright, suddenly turned into a devil with huge forms and terrifying branches when it was dark at night. From time to time, the rootless wind blows, and these wanton devils almost seem to want to swallow her.

After all, Tan Yi was still young, a little scared, and he didn't care about the slippery feet, so he accelerated his pace all the way to the light of the deep meditation room. Like a tiny moth.

Master Huiyuan's meditation room door is ajar, and the indoor anointing fire can be faintly seen through the Korean paper pasted on the window.

Squeak-

The monk sitting on the twelve-petal lotus futon slowly opened his eyes and looked at the visitor.

This is a well-proportioned, slightly petite girl.

Half-nun and half-vulgar dress, a black hair slanted and hastily pulled up at will, a goose egg face, and white cheeks dappled red jade. The eyebrows resemble the crescent eyebrows of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, the eyes are clear and bright, and the eyelashes are extremely long. The nose is quite narrow, but the roots of the mountain are protruding like beautiful peaks. The lip flap resembles dried flower condensation, and a row of bright teeth can be seen when it is slightly opened. The ink-dyed silk coat seems to have been starched, the creases are clear and straight, and the size seems to be a little small, revealing the fine fluff of the pink calves. The ankles were tied in white cloth socks, and they were tightened.

She holds a string of green jade prayer beads in her right hand, and a small stack of vermilion covers in her left hand, with a narrow shape of Buddhist scriptures. is clearly extinguished, only makes people feel that their eyebrows and eyes are clear, and they are quite immature.

Tan Yi didn't dare to make a sound, but felt that Master Huiyuan's eyes looked at her like a brush stained with oil, and she was uncomfortable brushing up and down, so she put the Buddhist scriptures aside, folded her hands and bowed in the direction of Huiyuan and the Buddha statue, and turned around to leave.

"Tanyi."

Stiffly turned around, "Master...... Know who I am? ”

The old monk nodded, and her smile was sticky and greasy, which suddenly reminded her of the old moss on the road when she arrived.

"You're always following that white-haired girl." The sound of sandpaper grinding rough stones.

Tan Yi suddenly. Xie Huan's young gray hair is too famous, and it is not surprising that Master Huiyuan knows it.

Seeing that Master Huiyuan had no other instructions, she still planned to leave this place quickly.

The old monk who was over sixty years old raised his cloudy and yellow eyes, stood up upright from the futon lotus, stretched out his hand like a dead wood crane skin, and suddenly hooked her waist and took her into his arms, and the hot and damp breath in his mouth and nose sprayed on her ears.

Huiyuan chuckled hoarsely, sounding simply disgusting, "Buddha views the sun and the moon, and the wind and the moon can also be." ”

After returning from Senior Brother Wenzhi, Xie Huan sat alone in the meditation room and flipped through the Buddhist scriptures, fiddling with the jade Buddha beads in her hand, the cool touch between her fingers, but the more she counted, the more irritable she became.

Thinking back to all the strange things she saw today, she felt very strange.

She just called "senior brother" from behind him, and Wen Zhi, who has always been old and respectful, and is regarded as the successor of Songyu Temple, can be shocked to push the scriptures on the shelf all over the ground, as if she is a thief.

Everyone knows that she is now the object of bullying by everyone in the temple.

Although Wen Zhi did not call her like an inferior slave like other disciples, he would not push her hand to pick the scriptures again and again, and said politely, "No need, I'll pick it, you really don't need it."

And their conversations.

Wen Zhi said, "Xiaohuan, the world suffers, what should you do?" ”

She thought it was some kind of wit, so she replied honestly, "The disciple thinks that people's joys and sorrows are not the same. ”

"You are pitiful? Are you merciful? ”

Xie Huan laughed, "The disciple is mortal, and it is difficult to be a Buddha who cuts his arms and feeds the eagle." ”

"What if this person is the treasure of your heart, day and night, day and night, in your heart?"

Xie Huan thought for a while, "If there should be such a catastrophe in his life, although I am heartbroken and sad, I also know that mercy is useless, mercy is useless. ”

-- This person is opposite to you day and night, and is a treasure in your heart.

Tanyi?

has been sitting like this until the second watch, and Tan Yi has not come back. Xie Huan grabbed the Zen robe, habitually put the sword on his back, and threw down the book to find her.

In her impression, Huiyuan is a character who is upright and upright, with a high wind and bright knots like Honka.

The more this is the case, the stricter these rules may become.

Xie Huan felt that this was not about Tan Yi, even if he was punished, he was wronged and had a debtor, and he couldn't blame Tan Yi.

Pushing open the half-hidden Zen door in the outer room, the scene in front of her was very different from what she had thought before.