(Thanks to my friends Yun Xiaoxi and Tianxian for their encouragement)

Liu Anran got up a little late the next day, baked half a night of flatbread last night, and fell asleep almost in the morning. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After washing his face and eating some warm tofu brain that his mother bought in the morning, Liu Anran also pondered what to do today.

It's definitely not okay to go to the hospital, and now with my temper, it's indispensable to make a big noise. When the time comes, I will be happy, and my parents will follow suit.

Thinking about it, there is nothing to do anyway, so it is better to go to the small temple at the bottom of Jiulong Mountain. I'm about to repay my vows, so I'll talk to Maitreya Buddha and his old man first.

Driving the car to the foot of Jiulong Mountain, when he saw the small ruined temple, his heart "chuckled" for a moment.

The small ruined temple is still the same small ruined temple, but the doors and windows have been repaired, and there is a small chimney in the corner of the window with a trace of smoke coming out.

His mood was a little excited, and the appearance of the small ruined temple in front of him slowly coincided with the appearance he had seen in his later life. All he could think of was that in this era, Akemi still came here.

In later generations, he was so familiar with the small temple that he saw that he had repaired, and at that time he still helped pick up a lot of wood. However, he did not participate in this life, but the appearance of this small temple is exactly the same as that of later generations.

"Squeak", the temple door of the small temple opened, and a fat monk walked out with a basin of water.

"Monk Mingjian, when did you come here?" Liu Anran, who opened the car door and jumped out of the car, ran to Mingjian's approach and couldn't wait to ask.

"Donor, the monk is indeed called Mingjian. But in the monk's memory, it seems that he has never had contact with the donor? The monk Mingjian, who was holding the basin, paused for a moment and spoke.

As soon as he said this, Liu Anran was also stunned, in Liu Anran's opinion, he was able to be reborn because of the monk Mingjian, so the monk Mingjian is the kind of person with great magic power in the legend. But what about the current insight? But like ordinary people, although he is still familiar with the clear opinion, he doesn't remember himself at all.

"Is your Dharma name called Mingjian? Insight into the mind? Liu Anran asked.

Monk Mingjian nodded.

"That's right, I heard a friend talk about you. It shows that seeing the monk's good tea, the only greed in the world that can't be given up is tea, so I came to ask for a cup to taste. Liu Anran said with a smile.

"Haha, donor, please come in. It's just some vulgar wild tea, I don't know where the donor heard the name of the monk? After pouring water into the well on the side, Ming invited Liu Anran to come to the small temple and asked with a smile.

"It's also a monk friend, we met by chance, but I didn't have time to ask for a name. He often recited the phrase 'Life is like a dream, and a dream is like life'. Liu Anran said tentatively.

The surprise at first sight has now slowly calmed down. He didn't know if he was pretending to be confused with himself, or if the vision in this world was just ordinary vision.

Seeing that the monk had a reminiscence, he said: "Well said, who knows if this rolling red dust is a game or a dream." ”

Seeing that the monk was talking, he took out a small broken bag from the box, grabbed some tea leaves from it, put it in the teapot, and poured water on it.

Liu Anran didn't answer, and he still couldn't tell from the words of the monk Mingjian. But he recognized the little broken pocket, which was exactly the same as the one he treasured.

"Come, Xiaoyou try the monk's wild tea, be careful when drinking, the taste is a bit rushed." While Liu Anran was staring at the broken pocket for a long time, he said with a smile after seeing that the monk poured him a bowl of tea.

Looking at the tea bowl in front of him, as well as the few tea leaves floating up and down with the tea in the bowl, Liu Anran seemed to have returned to the time when he sat and tasted tea with Monk Mingjian at the beginning.

I didn't wait for the tea to cool, maybe drinking tea like this is not good for my health, but Mingjian tea will only taste like this.

The familiar bitterness poured into his throat, but Liu Anran couldn't feel it at all, all he could taste was sweetness, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.

Encountering Akimi again, and tasting the familiar bitterness again, made him want to open.

The matter of rebirth is too mysterious, and he doesn't know if he is reborn or if he has come to the so-called parallel world described in the novel described in the later life.

He once asked himself whether he was really himself, or if he came to another world and was also named Liu Anran.

He had struggled and hesitated, feeling that his existence might be erased one day in the future. Now that he really wants to open it, these don't matter at all, the important thing is that he is still alive, and there is a happy life waiting for him.

"Congratulations to Xiaoyou, although I don't know what Xiaoyou has realized, it really makes the monk envious." Seeing the expression on Liu Anran's face, the monk suddenly spoke.

"Thank you, Monk Mingmi. After the beginning of spring, I will build a Zen temple on the top of Jiulong Mountain to reshape the golden body of Maitreya Buddha. Liu Anran nodded with a smile and said.

"Amitabha, the merits of the little friend are immeasurable." Seeing the monk clasping his hands, he said reverently.

"Seeing the monk, you are too cunning. You are a Buddhist, and you must know a lot more about the specifications of the temple than I do, and you need to give your opinion on how to build it. It's unreasonable for you to only say that I have great merit, but you don't say whether to join in or not. Liu Anran shook his head and said.

"Xiaoyou, you are persistent, what difference does it make if you promise or not." Ming saw that the monk also picked up the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp, and said with a smile.

"I don't want to stay out of the way. In the future, you will be the presiding officer of this Zen temple, who asked you to invite me to tea? And I'm not at ease with handing it over to someone else. Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, I drank your tea for the cause, and you went to the Zen temple to be the abbot for the effect. Liu Anran said with a smile.

Hearing Liu Anran's words, he saw that the monk's face was bitter, but Liu Anran was very proud.

Although the clear view of this life is the first time we have met, it is very clear that I knew it in the previous life. The reason why he came here was because he was afraid of managing things in the temple, and he couldn't run away in this life.

Although he hit it off with Xiaoyou at first sight, it always made the monk feel that he had fallen into Xiaoyou's trap. It's just that even if the monk knows that it is a trap, he has to enter. Monk Mingjian sighed and said.

"This is the clear view of the monk, free and easy, to be at ease. I'll go back first, and the tea leaves will decorate me. Liu Anran said with a smile.

Seeing that the monk shook his head helplessly, he was very stingy and filled Liu Anran with a little tea. This is a little revenge on Liu Anran, don't look at it as a monk, but also have a playful heart.