The ancient trees are tall and deep, and the breeze is gentle.

A grumpy middle-aged monk, shoulder-to-shoulder against the wall, walks in front.

Luo Qingzhou and the old monk named "Huiming" walked side by side and followed behind.

Qin Wenzheng and the others of the Qin family silently followed behind.

Hui Ming praised: "Luo Gongzi is a great talent, those three poems look simple and simple, without flowery rhetoric, but they are rich in exquisite Buddhism. Luo Gongzi is so young that he can have such understanding, which is gratifying. ”

Luo Qingzhou did not beat around the bush, and said directly: "Master Huiming, I came to your temple today, but I actually have something to ask for. ”

Huiming clasped his hands together and said, "If you come to treat the female benefactor behind you, Luo Gongzi, I'm really sorry, and the poor monk can't do anything." ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Master Huiming, is there a monk named Wukong in your temple?" ”

"Goku?"

Hui Ming was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then shook his head and said, "Young Master Luo, there is no such person in the temple. ”

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked behind him.

Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "My father said yes, that is, yes." Maybe he is not qualified enough, you can go directly to those elders or the abbot later. ”

"Amitabha, the elders of the temple never see guests. As for the abbot, even the poor monk has not been seen for a long time. ”

Hui Ming replied politely.

The group came to the stairs and climbed the stairs.

The burly monk and the young monk who were guarding on the steps, seeing them go and return, and also came with the wall, were all full of surprise, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Senior Brother Jingxin, Senior Uncle Huiming." ”

Meditation, who was carrying the wall, ignored them.

Hui Ming said softly: "I'll take these distinguished guests up, and today's quota is full, so don't let people go up again." ”

The two monks hurriedly replied, "Yes, uncle." ”

A group of people passed past the two of them.

When Song Ruyue passed by, she glanced at them arrogantly, and tilted her chin: "Hmph! ”

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while and said, "Master Huiming, how can the abbot be willing to meet guests?" ”

Huiming sighed and said, "Young Master Luo, life and death are fateful, wealth is in the sky, why do you want to force it." ”

Luo Qingzhou wanted to say "My life is up to me", and he felt that Taizhong was the second, and it was likely to be punched out by this old monk who believed in heaven and Buddha, and besides, he came today to treat the second lady.

After a pause, he said, "Do your best, with a clear conscience." ”

He also said: "Master, saving people's lives, it is better to build a seventh-level floating slaughter, and to be a hundred Buddha Temple, it is better to live one person." Please also let us meet the abbot. ”

Hui Ming's eyes fluctuated when he heard this, and he muttered in his mouth: "Saving people's lives, it is better to build a seventh-level floating slaughter and make a hundred Buddha Temple, it is better to live one person ......"

Then he said: "Where did Luo Gongzi's words come from?" ”

Luo Qingzhou said: "Say whatever you want." ”

Huiming was silent for a while, and was about to speak, when a monk with a wooden stick on his shoulder suddenly came out of the woods next to him and asked: "What the donor said on the road is that people have things, and Buddhas have no north and south; There is no superiority in the law, only equality], the poor monk thought all the way and gained a lot. Master often said that I am impulsive and impatient in doing things, and I have no ordinary mind, can the donor solve the doubts of the poor monks, what is ordinary mind? If it's the same as before, it's best to tell it in a story. ”

Huiming glanced at him and introduced: "Amitabha, Luo Gongzi, this is Huiren, the poor monk's junior brother. ”

Huiren clasped his palms together: "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to come out to greet the distinguished guests in person." ”

Huiming said with a smile: "Luo Gongzi's talent is soaring, and the Buddha's light is shining, where do I dare to slack off." Remember to go back and write down the sentence you just said. ”

Huiren bowed his head and agreed, and said, "Can Young Master Luo help the poor monk solve his doubts?" ”

Luo Qingzhou said: "Then Master Huiren, can you tell me where the abbot is?" ”

Huiren didn't hesitate and said, "Of course you can." ”

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "Ordinary heart, it can probably be summed up in five words. At any time, at will, at will, at will, at will, at will. ”

Huiren immediately asked: "What is at any time, at will, at will, at will, at will, at will, at will?" The poor monk is stupid, can Luo Gongzi tell the story like the one on the road before? ”

Huiming and everyone in the Qin family all stopped and looked at him with bated breath.

Qin Weimo's eyes looked at him brightly, and two blush were dyed on his originally pale cheeks.

At this moment, in her eyes, in her heart, he is her Buddha, he is omnipotent!

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "[On dog days, the grass in the temple is a large area of withered yellow, which is very ugly, and the little monk can't look past it, so he said to the master, the master go and scatter some seeds.

Master said: Don't worry, at any time!

The seeds were in hand, and the master said to the little monk to plant them, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind rose, and a lot of them were sown and blown away, and the little monk said to the master anxiously, Master, many kinds of seeds have been blown away.

The master said: It doesn't matter, the net that is blown away is empty, and it can't sprout if it is sprinkled, casually!

As soon as the seeds were sown, a few birds flew in the soil for a while, and the little monk was anxious to chase the birds, and then reported to the master: Oh no, the seeds have been eaten by the birds.

The master said, what's the hurry, we have a lot of seeds, we can't finish eating, just meet it!

In the middle of the night, there was a violent storm, and the little monk came to the master's room and said to the master with a crying voice: This is all over, and the seeds have been washed away by the rain.

The master replied: Rush it, rush it, and it will sprout wherever you go.

After a few days, a lot of new green has grown on the once bare ground, and even where the seeds have not been sown, there are small seedlings poking their heads out.

The little monk said happily, Master, come and see there, it's all grown.

But the master still said calmly: It should be so, rejoice! 】

After the story was told, there was silence on the steps.

After a while, Hui Ming said, "Good story." Huiren, do you understand? ”

Huiren clasped his hands together, bowed down and said, "Thank you Young Master Luo, the poor monk has already realized something." ”

Then he looked up and said: "The abbot is sitting in the lotus cave of the back mountain, but the abbot has not seen outsiders for more than ten years. ”

After saying that, he bowed his head and said "Amitabha" again, and turned away.

Luo Qingzhou was silent and continued to follow Huiming up the mountain.

When he came to the gate of the temple, Huiming suddenly turned his head and said: "Luo Gongzi is a person with great wisdom roots, and he is naturally related to my Buddha. The Buddha's eyes were shining, and the Buddha statue in his heart was sitting upright, I don't know if I would like to ......"

"Huh?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill hit him.

Immediately, one after another murderous aura slashed from behind him!

He turned his head to see that there were many beautiful female benefactors behind him, staring at him with murderous eyes, including the sick girl.

"Young Master Luo, donors, please."

He stopped what he had just said and led the group into the temple gate.

Come to a splendid temple.

He was just about to take everyone in to worship the Buddha and incense, when Luo Qingzhou suddenly stopped at the door and looked at the picture of the Buddha's birth hanging on the window lattice in the corridor next to him.

Each picture is different, and there are Buddhist poems written on them, also known as Buddha's verses.

The first picture reads: "A thousand mountains are in the same month, and all households are spring." There is water in thousands of rivers, thousands of rivers and moons, and thousands of miles of cloudless sky. ”

The second picture reads: "Traces of the ancients on the thousand-year-old stone, a little empty in front of the rock." The bright moon shines brightly and cleanly, and he does not work hard to ask the West and the East. ”

Hui Ming saw that he was looking seriously and did not bother.

After he finished reading it, Fang smiled and said: "The three poems of Luo Gongzi are no worse than these songs, and they can also be written and framed and hung here." ”

Luo Qingzhou suddenly arched his hand and said, "Master Huiming, if I can write a few more works that are better than these Buddhas, can you let us meet Master Abbot?" ”

Huiming was about to speak, when a sneer suddenly came from the corridor next to him: "What a big breath! ”

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged man in a white brocade robe walked over with an extraordinary bearing.

Behind him, followed by a man and a woman, with swords at their waists, like guards.

The middle-aged man walked over, glanced at everyone in the Qin family, frowned slightly when he saw the sick and weak Miss Qin Er, and when he saw the veiled Miss Qin, he was slightly stunned, then retracted his gaze, looked at the young man standing with Master Huiming in front of him, and sneered: "You just said that you can write a few more works that are better than the above Buddhist poems?" Dare to ask what is the name of Childe? Even Liu Sansi, who ranks first among the seven talents in Jiangnan and has an arrogant and uninhibited personality, doesn't dare to speak out like this, right? Do you know who wrote these poems? ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to say to Huiming: "Master Huiming, if you can make it in the next place, can the master agree to the request in the next place?" ”

Huiming smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master Luo, I'm sorry, the abbot is really ......."

"Master Huiming."

The middle-aged man interrupted him and said, "Let him do it." If he can really make a better Buddha than these above, I believe that the abbot will be willing to meet him. If he just talks big, just drive him out! ”

Hui Ming glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Young Master Luo, you can give it a try, however, the poor monk can't guarantee that the abbot will come out to see you." ”

"Take the paper, grind the ink!"

The middle-aged man said suddenly.

The woman in a strong suit behind her immediately walked up, with a flash of light in her hand, and took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Immediately, he took out a stone table and placed it in the corridor.

The woman spread out the rice paper and began to study the ink.

The middle-aged man looked at the young scholar in front of him and said, "Write, I want to see how much you have the ability to dare to speak wildly in this holy place of Buddhism!" ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, did not answer, groaned slightly, picked up the pen, lowered his head and wrote.

Miss Qin Er came behind him and looked down.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side also stared.

Huiming knew that this young man was powerful, so he watched it with more expectations in his heart.

In the corridor outside the Buddha hall, there was silence at this time.

Miss Qin Er read it out in a low voice.

"If there is no thought, it is right, and if there is a thought, it will become evil. Regardless of whether there is or not, the long royal white ox cart. ”

Seeing this first song, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became solemn.

"If you don't see a law, it will come as it comes, and then it will be called Guanzi. That is, the karma is empty, and the debt must be repaid before it is finished. ”

When he saw this second song, a touch of blood welled up on Huiming's face.

"It is delusional to have a mutual request. Invisible and invisible, degenerate and withered. He asked in a dense manner, and a cold light shimmered too empty. ”

When the third song was recited, the monks in the Buddha hall all came out and listened with their ears pricked up.

"Hearing is unreasonable, and eyes are empty. The nose smells without fragrance, and the tongue tastes without cannibalism. Dressed in a non-phase robe, the intention is to get along with the ......"

When the fourth poem was recited, the monks and guests in the other Buddha halls gathered around.

The corridor was full of people standing on the left and right, up and down, but it was still silent, even the sound of wooden fish in the various treasure halls had stopped, only the voice of the weak girl trembling slightly sounded faintly on the corridor.

The middle-aged man in a brocade robe with an extraordinary bearing, like Huiming next to him at this time, suddenly had two smears of blood on his face, his eyes stared motionlessly at the tip of the pen outlining the font, and his breathing almost stopped.

Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress with a veil on her face, stood quietly in the crowd, looking at his beautiful side face bathed in the sun, and her eyes showed a trace of trance.

Luo Qingzhou paused slightly, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote the fifth poem.

"The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Always wipe diligently, don't make dust......"

He left the most powerful one unwritten.

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