The heart on the lotus platform is quite different from the past, and it is no longer just a simple appearance of ordinary white clothes. Today, he wore a red robe, a hundred Buddha ornaments, a square ribbon and a Pilu hat, and held an eight-treasure exquisite Zen staff in one hand.

As the capital of the country, Shangyuan Mansion has retained a large number of Dharma dojos and Buddhist buildings, and Tianshui Square is one of the most important venues. According to the old calendar, every nine years, all the monasteries in the country will jointly recommend ten monks and virtues to enter Beijing, and the highest authority of the royal family will personally select the most proud and outstanding people to open the altar in Tianshui Square to preach the scriptures, promote Buddhism, and show the emperor's grace. It's just that such a selection is rumored to be extremely strict, and if there is no good enough, they often prefer to vacancy. Therefore, although it is elected once every nine years, there are only a handful of monks who can really ascend to the lotus platform to preach the scriptures and teach the Dharma.

According to word of mouth, since the last legendary national teacher, Master Shen Guang, gave a lecture in the Shangyuan Mansion, this place has been silent for too many nine years. And Yin Suwen only felt that this long-term loneliness might just be waiting for the monk named Xinche to come.

It is rumored that Master Shen Guang preached the scriptures, and there will be words of heaven in just one cup and one lamp, so that thousands of believers will cry and worship, and there is a chic demeanor in the world between the flowers and leaves, he is not a Buddha, but the story of the Buddha is passed down together. It's a pity that these stories only exist in the folklore and persona of Uehara Mansion, and Yin Suwen has never seen them. When she met Xinche again today, although it was only a glance from afar, she was sure that even if it was compared to the Shen Guang of the year, Xinche would definitely not be inferior.

His voice came from afar, still the same clear and ethereal, and because of the echo walls around the square, there was a little more depression and frustration and a sense of etherealism.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. ”

Hearing him from afar seemed to be talking about the "Heart Sutra" and how to be compassionate to everyone to endure suffering, Yin Suwen couldn't hear it very clearly, and only looked fixedly, as if he had fallen into a dream of fiction and reality. She has seen a beautiful man as suave as Zhang Shaoqing, but she has never seen a person like Xinche, and she always feels that he is extremely beautiful, but it is not just a simple word that can describe his grace and natural nature. It was as if he was just standing there from afar, like a Buddha, with a bright but not dazzling light around him, which made people unconsciously awe and depend.

Depend? She shuddered inwardly, then laughed at herself. Thinking about it, now I have already lost my original strength for the sake of compromise and forgiveness again and again, and I am going to talk about what to rely on this monk who only has a few faces. What's more, a good person like him can only be believed and looked up to.

As if sensing Yin Suwen's gaze, Xin Che on the high platform paused for a moment, and turned his head slightly to look in her direction.

Yin Suwen, who was a little caught off guard and had not had time to retract his thoughts and gaze, turned red, as if he was instantly seen through by that gaze, so he had to quickly bow his head and pray like those good women.

At noon, the ninth wooden drum sounded not far away, and dozens of monks accompanying the sermon began to chant at the same time, and the believers in the square spontaneously burned incense and prayed and sang in harmony.

The somber drum sound accompanied by the crisp sound of the wooden fish echoes wave by wave, and in the sandalwood mist, the face of the heart is looming, like a dream.

Across the sea of thousands of people, Yin Suwen always felt that he must be able to see his gaze.

"Miss! Miss! ”

"Lord Yin! Yin Shizhu! ＂

Yin Suwen also whispered prayers to herself, the little monk and Nanzhu had already rushed all the way from a distance, and when they saw her from afar, they waved their hands and beckoned.

"The little bead donor said, there are many people here and there is chaos, and Yin Shizhu is afraid that he will get lost if he doesn't know the direction, so he urged me all the way, so I rushed over quickly, but fortunately I didn't get lost! Amitabha! ＂

The little monk lifted the heavy food box water tank, panted all the way, and trotted to stop beside Yin Suwen. wiped a handful of the thin sweat on his forehead, and only smirked at her, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

He was happy in his heart, thinking that he would like to thank the Buddha for his blessing and let him meet such a beautiful and kind female bodhisattva. Before it was beautiful enough, it was interrupted by Nanzhu's roaring reproach.

"What little beads, little pigs, it's so ugly! Is it true that if you are a little ball, someone else must be a little ball? I'm going to call Sister Nanzhu in the future, do you hear that? ＂

"Uh, 'sister'? Don't embarrass the little monk. ”

Seeing the little monk's embarrassed face, Yin Suwen had to kindly come out to play a round,

"Okay, Zhu'er, don't embarrass the little master again. It's just a title, nothing to care about. ”

"Yes, yes, this Nanzhu donor is so fierce at a young age, and he is not afraid that his reputation will spread and it will be difficult to find his husband's family in the future. It's better to learn more from this young lady, talk and behave like a good woman, Amitabha, good, good! ”

"You're a ghost!"

The little monk who was still holding a posture was coldly hit in the head by Nanzhu, and after screaming in pain, he deliberately pretended to be serious and instantly broke his work, and sighed in his heart that he must chant a few more blessing mantras when he goes back today, and bless him not to meet this tigress in the future.

"Stinky monk, what to hide, what to hide, dare to curse this girl not to marry, see if you have eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall!"

"Poor monks and monks never open meat, so the bear-hearted leopard gall is still left to the donor to enjoy himself!"

"You, you, you! Don't run if you have the guts! ”

The little monk and Nanzhu ran and chased each other, and the game of going around in circles like cat and mouse amused Yin Suwen happily. Except for Nanzhu, she has no partners and friends since she was a child, although Nanzhu is lively, she is often the sensible and obedient one in front of her, and now she feels more cordial when she sees the two of them playing so happily.

"Amitabha, why is Lord Yin here?"

Patronizing the two little things fighting, she didn't notice that the lecture behind her had come to an end, and she turned back in surprise when she heard the familiar voice.

At this time, Xinche's brocade robe was crowned with extraordinary momentum, and there was still a shallow smile on his face. I didn't expect him to come over so soon, Yin Suwen couldn't think of how to reply for a while, and just smirked at him, happy eyes like a pair of crescent moons. Obviously, a moment ago, he was still the majestic figure full of Buddha's light, but at this moment, he was extremely kind. Yin Su asked Mo Ming's happiness, the heart she saw was so beautiful.