The son is silent, and the strange force is confused.

Although Han Yu is not a Confucian person. But all his life, he was born under the red flag and grew up in the new Z country. It was also the atheistic education of the proletariat.

Plus himself, since he entered the army, he has carried out various tasks and is accustomed to seeing blood.

Later, he set foot in the underworld, and the number of people who died at his hands was not a hundred, but eighty.

He never believed that there were miracles in this world. He only believes in himself.

But now, the current scene really made him a little confused.

He wanted to come to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to offer incense, but it was just a whim.

But that's it, he still doesn't believe that the two times just now are all coincidences, and he thinks that the abbot has cheated him.

So, this time he gave the other party a surprise attack.

I didn't want to, but I rushed to the idea again.

Is it really all a coincidence, is there really such a coincidental coincidence?

Han Yu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he didn't care about respecting the Buddha or not, his body slammed out, and glanced behind the Buddha statue, but it was empty.

The entire hall of the Great Majesty was empty, and it was only him.

"Amitabha!" The Shaolin abbot walked in and said with a smile: "Black-clothed donor, you believe me this time, right?" ”

Han Yu laughed dryly and inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue.

"Let's go!"

Not long after Han Yu left, behind the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the nameless pruning monk with white hair smiled and shook his hands, and the person shot out and went down the mountain.

After the courtyard in the middle, I came to the backyard of Shaolin, and at this time the mountains on both sides were getting closer and closer.

Looking down, it was a flat boulder, but when you got here, you saw rolling hills behind it, which were connected with the mountains on both sides.

To say that this nature is really a miracle, such a scene has far exceeded the limits of human imagination and manpower.

Shaolin can find such a natural mountain gate, which is also a kind of atmospheric luck.

The backyard is not much smaller than the first two, planted with arrows, bamboos, flowers and plants, and even a lotus pond, rippling blue waves.

This is the real superstructure of Shaolin Temple, there is a courtyard on the left and right, there is a precept word in the conspicuous place on the left, and the eye-catching place on the right, the book is a Tibetan word, which is obviously the precept courtyard and the scripture pavilion of Shaolin.

In the middle of the place, there are several ordinary Zen monasteries, where the masters of the character cultivation generation practice and live and live.

The Zen monastery in one of them is where the Shaolin abbot and his companion novice lived.

There are also meditation rooms for retreats, rest, and receptions, of course, the name may not be called this, but the function is basically the same.

The conditions here are very simple, there is not even electricity, and some are just oil lamps.

All the buildings in Shaolin are mainly made of wood, supplemented by some stones, which are obviously made of local materials.

Some buildings, even if they are hundreds of years old or even older, carry a kind of vicissitudes of life unique to history.

In the Zen temple where the guests are held, many herbs are planted around the courtyard.

Han Yu didn't have a deep understanding of this, but he also knew that the herbs here were not easy to see outside.

Even if you can, the medicinal properties are not so.

The medicine is managed by a special person, and the water poured is from the mountain spring.

Han Yu also saw that the color of the soil was different, just because this courtyard was located, there were red soil, loess, and black soil.

He remembered hearing from the old boat that this was an extremely advanced planting technique.

The pharmacological basis of the medicinal properties of traditional Chinese medicine is the five elements, and the corresponding edges of the five elements are colorless. The real method of cultivating herbs is to cultivate according to the five elements and five colors, according to their medicinal properties and pharmacology, so that the medicinal properties of the obtained medicine are the most suitable.

It's just that this method is extremely complicated, and there are many things that need to be paid attention to, and many herbs and even medicines have been lost, let alone this cultivation method.

And here, it's everywhere. Obviously, Shaolin has a systematic way of cultivating and using herbs.

Han Yu secretly calculated in his heart, and when he turned around, he had to get a batch of herbs from here. In this way, the old ship's traditional Chinese medicine school will be reopened, and it will have confidence.

The abbot asked Han Yu to sit in the guest seat in the middle, and the masters and the fat man accompanied each other. Where did Han Yu dare, he pushed back again and again.

didn't want the abbot to be quite resolute, so Han Yu had to sit next to him.

The abbot instructed the little novice to serve tea, and then said: "This is the Wuyun Pu'er tea collected from the back mountain, with the water of the mountain spring, the taste is also rare." It's just that our temple is simple, and if there is any neglect, I hope the black-clothed donor will forgive me. ”

"Master Abbot, don't be so polite, otherwise the younger generation will have no shame. The previous time, the master sent eighteen Arhats to help, and the black clothes were remembered in five, and they always wanted to come to your temple in person, and thank them in person, but they were entangled in mundane things, and they didn't come until today, it should be me, and I asked the masters for their guilt! ”

As he spoke, he got up, followed the example of an old monk, and folded his hands.

Cultivating the Fa, Tianhai and the others folded their hands together to return the salute, but only the Fa cultivator did not dare to say a word, and the correction was full of silence, but he owed his body slightly, and he didn't even pay the salute.

The master abbot didn't seem to notice it at all, but just smiled: "Although we are monks in the mountains, we are stepping on the hot and yellow land after all. If it weren't for the black-clothed benefactor who took action and smashed their plot, I don't know what a huge disaster it would have been in the future. ”

"Will there be eggs under the nest? At that time, even our temple will be difficult to stay out of it. So, in the final analysis, the black-clothed benefactor was as wise as a torch and ruined his plot. We should act. ”

Han Yu caused something by himself, this Shaolin intended to show goodwill, how could he not see it?

Naturally, he didn't believe this, but he really couldn't figure out what Shaolin Temple valued himself so much.

Although he already had a guess in his mind, there was always a lack of evidence.

Fortunately, he came this time to figure out this purpose, so he was not in a hurry.

just took out a scripture book from his bosom: "The younger generation is a layman, and when he comes to this holy place of Buddhism, he doesn't dare to bring things indiscriminately, so as not to pollute the quiet place." ”

"I occasionally got a copy of the Six Ancestors Huineng set up the Six Ancestors Altar Sutra, which is a Buddhist classic, and today, it should return to the treasure temple." As he spoke, he handed the yellowed scripture with both hands.

The abbot didn't seem to expect that what Han Yu was holding in his hand was the Sutra of the Six Patriarchs, you know, this Huineng is the three sages of the East called Lao Tzu and Confucius, so we can know his status in Buddhism.

He stood up, and the big monks next to him also showed interested expressions and looked intently.

"It's really the words of the Sixth Ancestor Huineng." The abbot glanced at it twice, then turned around and handed it to the cultivator of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion: "Senior brother, you quickly have someone copy this book and return the original to the black-clothed benefactor." ”

"Master, what are you doing here? The younger generation is not a person in Buddhism, and he does not have the great wisdom and great wisdom, and if he wants this scripture, it is like a blind man lighting wax, which is blind to this book. Now, this scripture can pass through my hands and be transferred to the masters, and I think it is also the meaning that the scripture has a god, and the six ancestors can take care of it! ”

The abbot thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It's the old man who is reckless, and he actually treats the donor as a worldly person." Since this is the case, then I accepted this scripture on behalf of Shaolin. ”

"It's all as it should be!" Han Yu hurriedly smiled.

In order to prepare the gift of this trip to Shaolin, he took great pains.

As early as when the Eighteen Arhats went to help out, he called Old Man Chu and asked him to help collect them.

Later, even the mobile phone was dispatched with the wind, and he searched around for things that could be given to the monk as gifts.

In the end, it was a few days ago that Old Man Chu brought him good news, saying that he had found the true work of the Six Ancestors Altar Sutra, and he spent 70 million for this scripture!

If the old monks don't accept it, then he will lose a lot of money. 70 million to buy such a thing, he went back and hugged it?

"Hmph, I'm afraid it's fake, right? As far as the poor monk knows, the sixth ancestor Huineng is illiterate at all, how can he set up this altar scripture? Corrected the sudden cold road.

Han Yu smiled slightly: "The revision master is a high-ranking monk, and what he said will naturally not be false." That's right, the Sixth Ancestor Huineng is indeed a white ding, even the Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there was nothing originally, where to stir up dust, the words of the Sixth Ancestor Huineng were also dictated, begging others to write for him. ”

"This Sutra of the Six Patriarchs is not written by Hui Neng himself, but it is recorded by his disciple, Master Ceyun according to his oral account, and it is an important legal code to record the words and deeds of the Six Ancestors. It's a pity that for so many years, he has been living outside, and today he can return to Shaolin, if the six ancestors know, they will also recite in the Elysium, Amitabha! ”

"Hmph, the Sixth Ancestor Huineng is an epiphany school and pays attention to conscience, but we Shaolin are a gradual enlightenment school that pays attention to self-cultivation. Now, you have given us the mental method of the six ancestors, I don't know what it means? Corrected the faint word.

A cold light flashed in Han Yu's eyes, he didn't expect this correction to attack him so unscrupulously.

He is not a person who blindly tolerates, this time, he wants to have a relationship with Shaolin Lala, but it doesn't mean that he will hold his hot face, but stick to other people's cold ass!

Just as he was about to give this correction a little color to take a look, the abbot had already said with a smile: "Okay, self-cultivation, conscience We have been discussing for many years, whether to take only one or both, can only be left to future generations to comment!" ”

"However, Lao Wei thinks that the Sixth Patriarch Huineng is a high-ranking monk, and there is no doubt that the verses he does are indeed more clever than the Shenxiu Patriarch! And now, all the ways are rampant, and many methods are rising, and we in Shaolin must also be inclusive, in order to make further progress! Otherwise, I'm afraid that I will be reduced to the dust of the galaxy and never see you again! ”

"Brother Nature, Abbot is in charge!" The old monk corrected some bland namaste, but there was obviously room for him to speak.

The abbot didn't care, just smiled slightly, and said to Han Yu: "Donor, please drink tea!" ”

Sit down again, but the atmosphere has stiffened slightly. Han Yu was a guest after all, and he didn't want to be too stiff with the host, so he took the initiative to chat with the abbot for a few words.

Originally, he did what he liked, but after too many meetings, he was defeated.

Playing Zen with the Shaolin abbot, it is better to play with a big knife in front of Guan Gong!

It was only at this time that he saw that behind the Hakka Monastery, there was also a couplet, the mountain was pale with the monk's courtyard, and the sound of the song was quiet and the guest was talking about the mystery.

Damn, the relationship is in a place where people specialize in playing mysteries. The time is right, the place is favorable, and people don't occupy it!

"Master Abbot, now it seems that the kid dropped his bookbag in front of Confucius, and he smiled generously. I don't have a deep understanding of Buddhism Zen, and if I continue to talk about it, I'm going to reveal it! Han Yu hurriedly smiled.

Xiu Fa smiled slightly: "The black-clothed donor doesn't need to be too humble, I look at the donor, I have a wisdom root, but I lack a method, if I can have an epiphany, I will have the supreme avenue!" ”

Epiphany? This old monk doesn't seem to be a routine with correction!

The corners of Han Yu's mouth hooked, and he said lightly: "Hehe, I have fallen into the red dust now, and I can't extricate myself, I'm afraid that I will disappoint the master." ”

"This is not necessarily, the words of the six ancestors Huineng will talk about people's epiphany. If there is a chance to meet, the donor will naturally be able to open the door of convenience! "Cultivating the Dharma and the path of goodness.

This time, it's basically tantamount to singing against the correction.

However, Han Yu didn't want to get involved in other people's housework, let alone become the protagonist of their housework. So I shook my head and smiled, but didn't say much.

The correction suddenly said: "Hmph, I see that the black-clothed donor has no intention of entering my Buddhism, right?" ”

This amendment and amendment are obviously two very different people.

The cultivation is the same as the abbot, with a kind face, polite speech, and a free and indifferent monk. But this correction has always been unsmiling, and his face is serious. When he spoke at this time, there was also a faint pressure, which was probably related to his being in charge of the Discipline Academy.

It also shows that his attainments in Buddhism are not as good as practicing the Dharma and the abbot.

Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Those who know me, the master of correction is also!" Don't hide it from the master, I am a greedy person, lustful, and murderous, so I am not a good person. If in this life I am said to have fallen into the hell of the nose, then there is still a door. Joining Buddhism, but I can't even think about it. ”

Hearing this, the correction suddenly showed a relaxed look.

But the abbot had a cluster of silver eyebrows, his eyes swept over the black ring on his hand silently, and he chuckled: "But from the old man's point of view, the donor is related to my Buddhism!" ”

Han Yu quickly glanced at Hu Lai, damn, shouldn't you let this monk say right?

He twisted his butt uneasily, and said with a dry smile: "Master Abbot, is it wrong?" ”

This is already a bit disrespectful, but Han Yu can't care about it in order to avoid being considered his own by others.

The abbot is worthy of being a monk, his temper is simply speechless, he is not angry, and still smiles: "In your heart, have you always wondered, why did I let the sky invite you to Shaolin?" ”

Han Yu nodded and said, "I was about to ask the abbot master for advice!" ”