In spring, Jinglin Mountain looks like a quiet Buddha statue, with lush greenery already covering both sides of the road, and winding sheep intestine paths winding over the not steep mountain road. Due to the obstruction of trees and the curvature of the road, even if they are tens of meters apart, they cannot hear each other's voices. Everywhere the horse's hooves trod, in addition to the astringent smell of grass, occasionally mixed with the scent of one or two unknown wild flowers, the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for a few words of conversation between each other, the sound of horses stepping on the grass.

Murong Baiyao, Tuoba Luohou and Feng Luoli crossed the mountain road, winding and walking slowly, while enjoying the spring in the mountains, there was a conversation without a match, and they arrived at the top of the mountain unconsciously.

"This is Jinglin Temple!"

Tuoba Luohou took the lead in dismounting, tied the reins to the tethered horse stake on the side, and then took Feng Luoli to dismount.

Feng Luoli looked at the Jinglin Temple located on Jinglin Mountain, the same pronunciation of 'Jinglin' but different, just an ink-colored plaque with dark red books hanging on the lintel, and the doorposts on both sides were empty. The small temple, with its blue walls and blue tiles, is immersed in the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, which seems so unreal.

"This is Jinglin Temple!"

Murong Baiyao said with emotion.

"Hmmm! The Jinglin Master here is an enlightened monk and is highly respected! Today, perhaps we are destined to meet each other. Tuoba Luohou tied Feng Luoli's horse and walked to Feng Luoli and glanced at the lintel with the plaque hanging.

The three of them stepped into the temple together.

After the three of them visited the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha in the main hall, a small novice led them to the backyard of the temple.

"Little Shami said that Master Jinglin was invited, and we didn't come here to tell him about it, so how could he know?" Although Feng Luoli has a little respect for Buddhism, he is not blind to believe, just stepping into the threshold to pay homage, and a little novice came forward to say that the distinguished guest is coming, and the master is invited. To say that this Master of Meditation has the ability to predict the future is too mysterious.

Tuoba Luohou smiled slightly, "The eminent monk has his own way of entertaining distinguished guests, so why do you and I need to get to the bottom of it?" ”

"What the donor said is very true! The temple is not big, but it needs incense to worship, otherwise how should the disciples of the courtyard be fed and clothed? As soon as Tuoba Luohou's voice fell, a deep and loud voice came from the meditation room not far away.

The three of them were shocked, and the monks were too perverse to talk about the Buddha like this.

The little novice who led the way clasped his hands to the three of them and said, "Donor, the master is in the meditation room, please!" With that, he turned and left, as if he hadn't heard Fang Cai's voice.

The three of them looked at each other and walked into the meditation room, only to see an old man in an earthy brown monk's robe sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and the Buddhist beads hanging on his chest were very smooth and shiny because of the frequent twisting.

"I have heard that the Zen master is a high monk, and today I see it is really extraordinary."

Murong Baiyao bowed respectfully and said slowly.

The corners of Zen Master Jinglin's lips moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the three of them, looked at the futon on the ground, and said: "It is true to comprehend the principles of Buddhism, it is also true to purify all sentient beings, and it is still true to make a living." After a pause, he reached out and took off his Buddha beads and put them aside, and continued: "If it weren't for the fact that the three of them were dressed extraordinarily and could offer a lot of sesame oil money to this temple, how could the old man specially invite the three of them over?" Three donors, please take a seat! ”

The three men and the two monks who said these words were puzzled, and the highly respected Jinglin Zen master in front of them actually interpreted the true meaning of the Buddha in this way. They looked at each other, each chose a futon and sat down, looking at this Zen master who had repeatedly made shocking words.

"Life in the world, grinding can't eat and drink, no matter what profession you do, do it well, do it well, do you think yes or no?"

Feng Luoli seemed to understand a little bit of what Zen Master Jinglin said, and nodded unconsciously, "What Zen Master said is not bad, cultivating acres, bartering, or sitting in the court, doing a good job is the blessing of the body and the blessing of the community." ”

Zen Master Jinglin smiled and nodded, "It is worthy of being a person who looks down on the world, and his wisdom is not shallow." ”

Feng Luoli smiled lightly, "The Zen master is overrated, but it's just a vulgar opinion!" ”

Zen Master Jinglin smiled silently, and then looked at Tuoba Luohou, "Lord Wang, I haven't seen my body for more than ten years, but I can still support it?" ”

Tuoba Luohou heard his father mention that when he was young, he had invited a monk to heal his body, but he only left a prescription to continue his life, and he didn't want to be the Jinglin Zen master in front of him, "It turned out that the prescription was left by the Zen master, and the life has been extended so far, and the king is here to thank you!" ”

"Don't use delusions, you can end a good death. The old man advised the prince not to be too persistent in everything! ”

"Thanks to the Zen master's words, this Wang Ming is very touching!"

Xu is Tuoba Luohou replied too briskly, and Zen Master Jinglin only sighed slightly, and said nothing else.

"Zen Master! There is a question below, I don't know ......"

As soon as Murong Baiyao spoke, Jinglin Zen Master's eyes flickered a little, as if he didn't want him to speak, and the abnormality in the silence disappeared in a moment, and he only reached out and took the Buddha beads and hung them on his neck one by one.

"Donor! Forgive yourself for being sad and forgive others, and you must not fall into a deep path, and would rather not return. ”

Murong Baiyao looked at the Jinglin Zen Master who closed his eyes after speaking, and felt quite puzzled in his heart, but there was a beam of light that sprinkled it, which seemed to be clear but not clear, but he knew that the heavenly secrets of Buddhism could not be revealed, so he had to secretly speculate on the Zen opportunities.

Coming out of Jinglin Temple, Tuoba Luohou did give a lot of sesame oil money, and there is only one Zen master who wants such a blatant incense! But it's the outspoken, mysterious, and mysterious, people who are so revered.

"Luoli, look! What a beautiful sunset! ”

Tuoba Luohou pointed to the clouds in the sky and exclaimed.

As far as the eye can see, the clouds that are smeared into the image of all things spare no effort to show the magnificence of the world, and the depiction of heavy colors can also be so quiet and mysterious, people can't help but be admired.

Looking back, the clouds of the city and the Jinglin Temple that is not on the top of the mountain are blended together, adding to the sacredness of the temple. Under it, it seems that everything in the world is humble and insignificant, and only the peace of mind at this moment is better than all.

The Jinglin Mountain under the setting sun is even more quiet, and the occasional cicada chirps like an accidentally provoked reverse wing, and it quiets down and there is no sound. The three of them led the horses and walked side by side on the path at the foot of Jinglin Mountain, carefully and slowly savoring the unique tranquility of this place.