"Master Jueming, what are your orders?" A monk was summoned to Elder Jueming's room late at night, and he had many doubts in his heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"One, the whole temple knows that you are the best candidate for the position of abbot. Tongyin Temple has been burning incense for many years, although your master Juehui is the abbot, but he does not dare to grow the incense, do you know why? "Master Jueming's hair is white, his eyes are clear, and he is sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha, with his back to one.

"The disciple is stupid and incomprehensible." Ichi's head bowed. Ever since he was sent to the mountain to enlighten the Buddha when he was a child, this knot has been buried in his heart. One in the word "the" is the most intelligent and hard-working among the brothers, the abbot's talent has been revealed at a young age, he is determined to make the Tongyin Temple incense flourish and endless, but this ambition has been suppressed by the master for many years, so he has to be buried in the bottom of his heart.

"Come with me." Master Jueming got up, took off an old calligraphy and painting on the bedroom wall, and let one end be in his hand. Master Jueming has been in retreat for many years, rarely letting his disciples clean his bedroom, and his calligraphy and paintings are covered with dust. As soon as he looked at Master Jueming's actions, he sighed dumbly. There is a dark grid on the wall behind the calligraphy and painting, and the walls around the dark grid are all dark yellow wall powder, only this one is snow-white wall powder, which is often opened at a glance. Master Jueming pushed the dark grid inside. I immediately looked around, but didn't notice anything unusual.

"Put the painting down." Master Jueming raised his head. He put a handful of paintings on the ground and raised his head. I saw that the ancient Buddha that had been stored in the back room was hanging from the roof. The roof of Master Jueming's bedroom was not high, but this mechanism retracted the first layer of roof, and the whole room suddenly felt like an extra floor.

The ancient Buddha enshrined in the back room is the body of the first abbot of Tongyin Temple, and only the elders of the temple are qualified to worship. The back room is far away from Master Jueming's room, and I don't know what secret way sent this meat Buddha over. "You should have seen him with your master, he was the first abbot of the temple, Jueming." Master Jueming closed his eyes and said Amitabha Buddha reverently. "Like genealogy, there is also a genealogy of the monks. Zu Hui Zhizi Jue, the original circle can be understood, Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqing Tongxuanzu, pure and true as the sea, Zhan Lonely Chun Zhen, virtue eternal and constant, wonderful body is often strong, the heart is bright and deep, the sex is clear and the sect is good, the expression is good and happy, the original Qidu, Xueting is the mentor, and you return to the Xuan Road. I am the Juezi generation, you are the character generation, and there will be a character generation after the seventy generations. ”

"Uncle Shi is saying that he is the generation of 'Jue' from seventy generations ago?" He was stunned.

"The scripture building of Tongyin Temple records some things about this 'Jueming' ancestor. Before the catastrophe a thousand years ago, he fled alone, settled here, built Tongyin Temple, and has been isolated from the world ever since. The ancestors of Jueming had a close friend, who was in trouble, and had a long talk with the ancestors of Jueming all night, and the next day the ancestors of Jueming sat down, leaving the Buddha in the flesh and keeping the incense for thousands of years. Master Jueming said gloomily, "The ancestor once left his last words, and the reincarnation of the 'Jue' character needs to leave a Jueming, but he is never allowed to be the abbot, just waiting for the destined person to come and escort the destined person to complete." ”

"Who is the destined person that Uncle Shi said?" Asked suspiciously.

"It's a pity that the ancestor of Jueming is like a god in his life, only this time, he is a generation less." Master Jueming stood up, put the dark grid back, picked up the calligraphy and painting from the ground, and hung it on the wall again. "I don't have a disciple, so I have to pick you up from my junior brother, and I think you can also take on this responsibility. When you have completed the front edge of the ancestors of Jueming, your master can give up the position of abbot to you with peace of mind. Master Jueming patted Ichichi on the shoulder.

I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know what to do for a while. "Go back, go back to your master tomorrow, he will understand, and I don't need to say much." Master Jueming meditated indifferently and did not say anything again. After a moment's hesitation, he was about to leave Master Jueming's room. As soon as he left the room, he felt ominous, so he turned around and went back to ask again.

Master Jueming sat quietly and ignored Yi's inquiry. In a hurry, his fingers probed under Master Jueming's nose, and there was no breath at all.

"Little master, may I ask ......" Dou Xin pushed open the window and looked at the delicate little novice, his face unconsciously half reddened. Xiao Shami smiled faintly, "The donor comes with me." "People have three urgencies, Dou Xin rushed a day, drank a few more sips of water, forgot to solve it on the way, and when he arrived at this kind of Buddhist holy land, he didn't dare to be casual. Xiao Shami's attitude of not being close to each other made Dou Xin very comfortable, and he couldn't help but ask a few more words along the way. It turns out that this temple does not accept female disciples, and it turns out that there is such a term as "nun" in this world.

On the way back, Dou Xin found that there was a locked courtyard in the east wing, and couldn't help but ask what kind of place it was. Xiao Shami didn't think much about it, so he said that it was the back room of the temple, including an old Buddha hall and scripture building, which enshrined the physical Buddha in the temple, and only a few elders in the temple were qualified to enter, and then explained what the physical Buddha was. Dou Xin was surprised to hear this, and he was full of interest there. Taking advantage of the fact that the little novice walked away, Dou Xin had no sleep, and secretly went there to take a look.

I couldn't sleep all night, and I wanted to go to the master to ask what happened, but I learned that the master had already fallen asleep. After thinking about it, I decided to go to the scripture building in the back room to find the suicide note of the ancestor of Jueming, maybe I can find some clues. There is only one key to the backrooms except for the elders. As soon as the door was opened, the lock was hung over the iron door, and it was not locked, so no one would break in.

But Dou Xin unexpectedly found the unlocked backroom and slipped in. Dou Xin had no interest in the scripture building, so he turned around and entered the Old Buddha Hall. There was little light in the dark Buddha hall, and Dou Xin walked straight to the flesh Buddha. There were four futons on the ground, three in the center and one on the farther side. The wax oil on the candlestick was carefully wiped and replaced with a new candle, Dou Xin took out the fire primer from his body, looked around to see if there was anyone, and lit the fire.

The flesh Buddha was sitting on the lotus platform, and his face still retained a serene expression. Dou Xin did not believe in Buddhism, but he saw this senior monk sitting high in front of him, unconsciously feeling weak, kneeling on the futon in the middle, looking down and seeing the futon in front of him embroidered with "Jueming", he unconsciously read it.

Guanlan Jun's shallow soul was awakened by the familiar Dharma name, and through Dou Xin's eyes, he carefully looked at the old man who was sitting on the lotus platform safely, his appearance was still the same, his demeanor was still the same, but he would never talk to himself for a long time.

"Jueming, what is your mystery?" Guanlanjun thought to himself. The time of a thousand years is fleeting, and Guanlan Jun feels that the last time he had a long talk with Master Jueming seems to be on the eve of it, and he thought that the next day was that he was determined to die first, and he was separated from Master Jueming's yin and yang. I can't imagine that today, I still have a day to return, but Jueming will be difficult to return. How could he have found such a close friend in the world, Guanlan couldn't help but feel a lot of sadness, and he thought that this enlightenment had already entered bliss by himself, so why not be happy for him?

Dou Xin suddenly heard the voice, and was shocked, and quickly turned his head to look back, and found that there was no one behind him, only to realize that it was Guanlan Jun's voice.

Dou Xin hurriedly asked a few more words. Guanlan Jun heard a faint voice for a while: "Give him a stick of incense for me, I didn't expect that it would be like this when we meet again." ”

Dou Xin got up, picked up three sticks of incense from the incense table, lit them and inserted them on the stove, and bowed three times in a row. "Who are you?" Guanlanjun's voice was much clearer. "Dou Xin, a disciple of the bitter Zen mountain people. He made a contract with your sword, and he was a puppet in this life. ”

"I don't need a puppet." Guanlan Jun Road. "But your soul is already in my body, unless I find your body, who can really let me go?" Dou smiled bitterly.

Without waiting for Guanlan Jun to respond, the door behind Dou Xin was pushed open.

"Who are you!" I sat quietly in the scripture building, but suddenly found that there was a fire in the Buddhist hall, and hurriedly ran to see what was going on. Pushing open the door of the Buddhist hall, I saw Dou Xin standing sneakily in front of the incense case.

Dou Xin saw that he came to panic and didn't choose the way, and when he was hiding, he knocked down the incense case. The lotus base of the flesh Buddha was disturbed by the incense case, and the flesh Buddha fell from the lotus platform to the back. Frightened and angry, he rushed forward and grabbed Dou Xin, bypassing the incense case to the back to check the flesh Buddha. Fortunately, there was a thick pile of newly replaced futons on the ground behind, and the physical body of the Buddha was fine.

The hall suddenly became much brighter. The base of the lotus platform is actually smooth brass, and at this moment, the light of the candle flame is reversed, and the hall is full of golden light. Dou Xin broke free, raised his head suddenly, and was so shocked by the sight that he forgot to run away, only exclaiming: "Look at it!"

For a moment, his consciousness looked in the direction of Dou Xin's finger. The light reflected from the brass does not go straight up, but is biased towards the wall, and the light reflects from the wall to the beams. There are nine small bronze mirrors hanging on the beams, and no one has ever been around to this side of the beams, and no one has ever noticed them. There are handwriting on the nine bronze mirrors, and under the reflection of light, they shine on the wall behind the flesh Buddha, and from right to left are actually nine sentences.

"The deceased is not the deceased, and the other body is not this body.

Ihara went from the witch, why should he fall into the earth.

Jue Ming, emptiness and wisdom, the original is true.

The monk hides the old world, coming and going without a trace.

The gentleman's heart cherishes the people, who can leave a mark in the air.

Evil and righteousness are inhumane, how to break the roots.

Those who have their own lattice, stay in love.

How can the siblings be broken, and how can Jin Lan be divided.

Don't think about the old with new thoughts, but also have a thousand years of grace. ”