Outside the Buddha Hall.

The corridors on the left and right, the courtyard in front, and even the entrances to the other Buddha halls on the opposite and right sides were full of people.

At this moment, it is silent.

When Miss Qin Er recited the last Bodhi verse, there was even more dead silence in the audience.

It's as if everything here is suddenly frozen.

The cicadas no longer chirp, the butterflies no longer dance.

The flowers no longer shake, the leaves no longer move.

At this moment, everything was silent, and there was not even a sound of the wind.

It was as if everything here had suddenly entered a tranquil and profound Zen realm.

After a long time.

A vicissitudes of life and a distant voice sounded in the corner not far away: "The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror." Always wipe diligently, don't make dust...... The donor's Buddha should be the treasure of the temple and the epigram of my Buddha. ”

After a pause, he said: "The plaque in the main hall of the Buddha hall should be inscribed to warn my Buddha disciples." ”

When Huiming and the other monks heard the voice, they turned their heads to look at it, and their faces suddenly changed, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and clasped their hands together: "Amitabha." ”

Huiming hurriedly introduced: "Young Master Luo, this is the inexplicable elder of the temple, and the inexplicable uncle has not come out to see guests for three years. If you want to see the abbot, ask him. ”

Luo Qingzhou looked at the old man in a gray robe with a thin body, and hurriedly bowed his hand, "Inexplicable elder, can I meet the abbot master below?" ”

The old monk was just about to speak, when he suddenly frowned and shouted, "Huiming! ”

Huiming was stunned when he heard this, and before he could react, the rice paper with five Buddhist verses written on the table was suddenly snatched away by the middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with an extraordinary bearing, and quickly rolled it up, and suddenly disappeared in the palm of his hand.

Huiming's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said, "Lord Wang, don't!" This is a treasure of our temple, and it should not be taken away! ”

The middle-aged man's face sank, and he said, "What a treasure, I haven't seen it." ”

With that, turn around and leave.

The female guard immediately collected pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and stone table, and followed.

Several monks in front of the corridor immediately stopped them: "Lord Wang, leave the things in my temple." ”

"Bang!"

The pair of male and female guards immediately drew their knives and protected them in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man sneered, his expression majestic: "The rice paper and pen and ink belong to this king, and the things of this king, when did they become things in your temple?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the monks were immediately speechless.

Hui Ming opened his mouth, but he couldn't argue, so he had to look at the inexplicable elder.

Inexplicably, his expression was inexplicable, and he put his palms together and said: "Amitabha, Duan Wangye, that ink, paper and inkstone are indeed yours, but the things on it are left by the distinguished guests invited by the temple." I hope that the prince's subordinates will show mercy and return the things. ”

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looked at the young man, and said domineeringly: "Boy, the king of things has taken it, you have no opinion, right?" ”

Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Come back." ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he said angrily: "This king doesn't pay it back, what are you going to do?" ”

After speaking, he ran away, and shouted directly at the monk who was blocking in front: "Who dares to stop this king?" This king is seriously ill, and now he is dizzy, and if he suddenly dies in your temple, he will bear the consequences! ”

The few monks who stopped in front of him, as well as the warrior monks who had already gathered at the door to stop him, all looked stunned.

The middle-aged man took this opportunity and immediately took the pair of male and female guards and fled as soon as he slipped away, and soon disappeared.

The courtyard was full of people, looking at the empty door and stunned.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Inexplicably and Huiming, they both bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name with kind eyes.

In fact, it translates to one word: grass!

At this time, a monk cautiously said, "Uncle Huiming, just let this son write one more." ”

When Hui Ming heard this, he sighed: "The Buddha is written on paper, only the first ink has a spirit, and the second time, the Buddha's light is dim." ”

When the young monk heard this, he seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

"Huiming, bring your guests to my meditation room."

Explained inexplicably, turned and left.

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Hui Ming agreed, looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, folded his hands, and said respectfully: "Young Master Luo, please, you can take the three of you over." ”

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, he didn't hesitate, turned around and helped Miss Qin Er, and then looked at Qin Wenzheng.

"Ahem!"

Song Ruyue suddenly coughed and said, "I'll go with Xia Chan." ”

Then he gritted his teeth in a low voice and said: "Master, don't worry, if they dare to say that Qingzhou is related to the Buddha again, I will ask Xia Chan to give them a heart-to-heart cold!" ”

Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "Pu Jia and Xia Chan go, you stay." ”

Song Ruyue suddenly pursed her mouth: "Master......"

Qin Wenzheng turned around and ignored her again.

Huiming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Please." ”

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, went down the corridor, followed him, and walked to the backyard.

Turning her head, Miss Qin, who was dressed in a snow-white dress, followed behind her not far away, with Bai Ling.

Xia Chan held the sword and stood silently alone in the corner, looking at him, but when she saw him look at him, she turned her face away and looked away.

She couldn't get close to the second miss, so she couldn't follow him.

Song Ruyue was also looking at him with a resentful expression at this time.

Walk through the courtyard gate.

The back was silent and empty.

Huiming didn't say a word, bowed his head, and led a few people along the path, through a bamboo forest, to a simple bamboo house.

The door of the bamboo house was open, and an inexplicable voice suddenly came from inside: "Huiming, you say, what is the most precious thing in the world?" ”

Hui Ming stopped at the door, bowed and said, "What has been lost, or what has not been gained, is precious." ”

Inexplicably: "What does Master Luo think?" ”

Luo Qingzhou also stopped while supporting the weak Miss Qin Er, turned his head to look at the girl's pale cheeks and tender eyes, and replied, "The most precious thing in the world is what you have now. ”

There was a quiet inside.

The soft jade hand he held in his hand also trembled slightly.

An inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now you know, why have you been guarding that wall at the bottom of the mountain for so many years?" ”

Huiming's face was full of shame, and he bowed his head and said, "The disciple is stupid. ”

"Come in."

Inexplicably warmed his voice.

Huiming's attitude became more and more respectful, and he hurriedly said, "Young Master Luo, please." ”

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head slightly, supported Miss Qin Er, and entered the house.

It's simple inside the house.

There was nothing on the ground except two futons.

A thin old monk in a gray robe was sitting on one of the futons at this time, looking at him with a kind face, and said, "Young Master Luo, please take a seat." ”

Luo Qingzhou walked over with Miss Qin Er, and instead of sitting down, he asked directly: "Inexplicable master, is there a high monk named Wukong in your temple?" ”

Hearing the words inexplicably, there was a look of long-term memories in his eyes, and he paused, and said: "I heard the abbot say that there is indeed such an ancestor in my temple. But where he is, no one knows. ”

Luo Qingzhou arched his hand and said, "Then can I see the abbot master below?" ”

Inexplicably, he glanced at the sick girl who was supporting him beside him, and said, "If it is for the sake of curing the disease, it may disappoint Luo Gongzi, the abbot has been participating in Zen for many years......"

"Master, there is a Buddha here."

Luo Qingzhou interrupted him, looked at him calmly and said, "This Buddha verse is a response to the fifth Buddha verse just now. If the abbot master is willing to see the next side, he is willing to write it down and send the first draft to your temple. ”

Inexplicably stunned, and when he was still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou directly opened his mouth and read: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform." There was nothing in the first place, where was the dust?"

Huiming, who was standing at the door, suddenly shook his body.

Miss Qin Er, who was supported by her, also trembled.

Sitting on the futon, he muttered a few words in his mouth, and two smears of blood gradually appeared on his face.

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

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There was nothing in the first place, where was the dust?"

After reciting these two poems many times, he suddenly stood up, folded his hands to the young man in front of him, and bowed deeply: "Amitabha, Luo Gongzi wait a minute." ”

He muttered and hurried away.

When he walked to the small courtyard outside, he suddenly turned back and said, "Huiming, go get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Hui Ming came back to his senses and immediately took the order.

The two of them left in a hurry, one after the other.

In the bamboo house, it was quiet.

Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er and sat on the futon.

Suddenly there was a voice from behind him: "Uncle is so powerful, even those old monks have been tamed by my uncle." ”

The corners of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and reprimanded: "Don't talk nonsense if you can't speak, do you know what taming is?" ”

Bai Ling pouted and said, "The second young lady was tamed by her uncle, is it okay?" ”

Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and was about to continue to reprimand, when Miss Qin Er smiled softly: "Brother-in-law, what Bai Ling said is right, Weimo has indeed been tamed by you...... Convincing, hand convincing, obedient, honest. ”

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly reminded: "Second Miss, it's wrong. ”

After speaking, he glanced back at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other party was wearing a veil on his face, and he couldn't see any expression.

"Oh, Brother Qingzhou."

Miss Qin Er knew her mistake and made amends.

I don't know if she did it on purpose, with her cleverness, how could she always call it wrong.

When Luo Qingzhou was suspicious, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Immediately, Huiming's voice came: "Young Master Luo, the abbot has come out and is waiting for you in the hospitality room, please come with me." ”

Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er up and walked out of the small bamboo house.

Outside the door, Huiming held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Young Master Luo, can you write down that Buddha poem first?" ”

As if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Of course." ”

Huiming hurriedly spread out the rice paper on the stone table in the small courtyard, and then studied the ink himself, and couldn't wait to put pen to paper.

Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in ink, groaned for a while, and put down the ink.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a ......"

Meanwhile.

On the Reclining Buddha Mountain, the giant Buddha that is hundreds of feet high, the eyes that were originally closed, I don't know if it was the sun shining, or what's wrong, suddenly the golden light flashed, as if opened.

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