The bitter monk asked rhetorically: "Amitabha, Lord Ye, you came to Ashoka Temple, why can't the monk come to Ashoka Temple?" ”

All monks love to play with wit, but Ye Zhiran is not so big Yaxing. Last time, when Zhang Nianyue went to Donglin Temple in Changjia West Mountain, she met a monk who was bitter, and asked her to bring him a few words, saying what to say, "When the mountains change, the forest takes the momentum, the maple leaves meet, and there will be a parting." "It's messy, it seems that the monk really sees through the future, and Ye Zhiran doesn't take it seriously.

Zhang Nianyue also gave him an analysis with great interest, what "changes in the mountains", does this "mountain" refer to Zhou Mountain? Then, after the incident at Ding Wendi's wedding banquet, he said "Feng Lin takes the momentum", could it be that this "Lin" refers to Ding Lin? Ye Zhiran laughed dumbly when he heard this, and said, "Wife, do you really believe that the bitter monk is talking nonsense?" ”

Zhang Nianyue also took out the matter of the jade of the bitter monk and said it again, asking Ye Zhiran to believe it or not.

Ye Zhiran said at the time: "Wife, don't listen to the bitter monk, could it be that Vice Premier Chen shook hands with me at Ding Wendi's wedding banquet, and said two breezy words to 'take advantage'?" ”

At this time, when he suddenly met a monk in Jingbo City, and met an old man in another country, Ye Zhiran would not care with him about the value of this kind of mysterious and mysterious language, and said with a smile: "Master Kude, if it is according to the Buddhist theory, we meet in Ashoka Temple, it can be regarded as a kind of chance, right?" ”

"Amitabha, Lord Ye's understanding of chance has made another progress. The Buddha said that everything in the earthly world is predetermined, and only by cultivating the things of this life can we get the fate of the next life. Hundreds of millions of people in the world can meet because of fate. ”

Ye Zhiran said with a smile: "In this way, it is also fate that I met the abbot master. ”

The abbot of Asoka Temple is also an old monk, who is the same age as the bitter monk, and said: "Amitabha, Tan Yue is surnamed Ye?" I just heard Hui Yin come to report, Tan Yue and his party made great merit to the small temple, and he reshaped my Buddha's golden body in the future, and I should be grateful for the good fate of Ye Tanyue and all of you Tan Yue. The body is kind, the mouth is kind, the intention is kind, the time is giving, and the door is not stopped. Tan Yue has occupied the three mercys, and he is a person who is destined for the Buddha. ”

Ye Zhiran shook his head with a smile and asked, "Dare to ask the abbot master's number?" ”

"Amitabha, the old monk worked hard, and he was the third junior brother of the bitter brother back then." When the painstaking monk said this, he had already stood up, raised his right hand with one palm, and bowed.

"Master of Painstaking Pain, let me introduce you, this surname is Qiu ......"

"Amitabha, Qiu Tanyue's forehead and square face are wider, and there is a faint domineering leak in his eyes, he should have been in a high position in the officialdom for a long time, and he has been painstakingly polite."

Ye Zhiran has already seen the monk's ability to look at the face from the bitter monk, in fact, it is not surprising to put it bluntly, the monk's heart is weak, and his sense is relatively keen, like Qiu Shizheng, a person who has been in a high position for a long time and says the same, naturally has the momentum of a superior person, and there is nothing surprising in guessing the identity based on this.

However, Qiu Shizheng didn't think so, and the painstaking abbot saw his origin at a glance, which made him feel that the painstaking monk was a high-ranking monk, and said with a smile: "The abbot master has good eyesight, I have lived in quiet for a long time, and I don't know that the abbot of Asoka Temple has great attainments, and I am ashamed." ”

The painstaking monk gave a salute and said: "Good, good, Qiu Tan doesn't know a little, the old monk's ability to read people is not as good as one-ten-thousandth of the bitter senior brother." ”

Ye Zhiran smiled slightly again and introduced: "These two, one surnamed Zhao and the other surnamed Pei, are successful people in the business world. ”

The painstaking monk glanced at Zhao Jie and Pei Feifei, the old monk was able to do the beauty without being surprised, with his ability to read people, Zhao Jie and Pei Feifei can see what kind of people they are, and said: "Amitabha, the two female Tanyue are very human, please sit in the meditation room for a while, and the monk will serve tea to the four Tanyue." ”

The painstaking monk did not know the hand of the guest master, and personally took out a set of tea sets in the closet for the four people, looking at the porcelain color for some years, but the porcelain surface of the tea set is smooth and crystalline, and the cup is very delicate, it should be a set of precious tea sets of great value, and then said to the guest master: "Quickly go and boil a pot of rootless water for the first rain of Qingming Festival." ”

Most of the temples that are more than 100 years old have their own tea trees, and they are all famous products. The painstaking monk took out a jar of tea from a locked closet and poured it into a teacup, as if there was a smell of tea before the tea was made.

The bitter monk said: "Good, good, junior brother, I haven't seen you take out this tea for three days, but now you take it out, and there are still vulgar thoughts in my heart." ”

The painstaking monk retorted: "Senior brother, since you don't have vulgar thoughts, why do you care that you didn't take this pot of tea to make tea for you before?" ”

The monk was dumbfounded.

So the two old monks in the meditation room sat silently as if they had settled down, waiting for the hot water of the guest monks.

After a short pause, the monk took the freshly boiled rootless water, put the teapot on the table, lifted the lid, and the water vapor curled.

The painstaking monk waited for the water to be a little warmer, and said: "Four Tan Yue, this rootless water is taken from the first rain of Qingming, it is the clearest, and the water is weak and docile......"

The old monk had previously seemed to be sluggish and unremarkable, but then, when making tea, he looked extremely dignified. I saw that he first bowed respectfully to the West, and then gently stretched his arms, his posture was calm, and his technique was subtle, and he raised his hands and feet to show everyone's demeanor.

The tea leaves picked before the Qingming Festival are bent into a spiral, and there is a uniform layer of fine white fluff on the edge, and the hot water is brewed, and the pieces of tea are stretched out, showing their original shape in the water, and the tea is turquoise and fragrant.

Ye Zhiran couldn't help but praise: "Master Abbot, it's really good tea." ”

"Good tea and hospitality."

The bitter monk said unhappily: "Senior brother, your words seem shallow. ”

The painstaking monk smiled and said: "Amitabha, the monk is the host of the Ashoka Temple, and he is grateful to the four Tan Yue for doing good deeds, and shallow is shallow." If I had the same reputation as you, pilgrims from all over the world would come from afar to worship, and there would be no need to be so worldly. ”

Ye Zhiran and the other four people can be regarded as having drunk a lot of good tea, and at this time, seeing the painstaking abbot finishing the tea like a cloud, each took the teacup, and smelled it at the end of his nose first, feeling refreshed...... Ye Zhiran praised: "Master Abbot, this tea is extraordinary, after drinking this cup, I am afraid that I will often want to ask for tea in Asoka Temple in the future." ”

The painstaking monk said: "Amitabha, I don't dare to ask for ears." ”

Ye Zhiran turned to ask the bitter monk: "Master Kude, I haven't seen you for a long time, and my health is good." ”

The bitter monk was full of compassion, and said, "Okay, good ......" glanced at him, but shook his head slightly.

Ye Zhiran knew that he was going to talk about official luck and other topics, so he didn't like to listen to it, so he asked instead: "Mr. Zhao has been to Donglin Temple, isn't the master impressed?" ”

"Amitabha, Lord Zhao and Old Master Zhao came to Donglin Temple that day, accompanied by a confidant of yours, how could the monk forget? What's more, Zhao Shi sent great kindness and repaired Donglin Temple, so that the name of Donglin Temple was widely spread, and the monk was deeply moved. "The bitter monk said that in order to develop the tourist attractions of Xishan, Zhao's enterprise repaired Donglin Temple and built a passage up the mountain, which made the number of tourists increase greatly and the incense of Donglin Temple was vigorous.

Zhao Jie asked with a smile: "Master, what do you think of my fortune?" ”

"Good, good, Zhao Shizhu has recently had a series of happy events, not only has Lin'er, but also the tip of the nose is ruddy, faintly shiny, this is the fortune of sufficient wealth."

Pei Feifei hurriedly asked, "Master, how do you look at my fortune?" ”

The monk looked at her, but he was silent for a long time......

Pei Feifei asked: "Master, is there a hindrance?" But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

The bitterness of the monk's compassion became stronger, his hands were folded, and he said: "Amitabha, the female benefactor's face is full of purple and green energy, and the monk can't see through the truth, and he is ashamed and ashamed." ”

Pei Feifei retreated and asked the painstaking abbot instead: "Master Abbot, could you please see how my fortune is?" ”

The painstaking abbot was quite tactful, and said: "Good, good, the more the female tan is rich and noble, meet many noble people in her life, remember to do more good deeds, and make more good fate, then you will be able to take everything into consideration......"

Pei Feifei was overjoyed, and said to Qiu Shizheng with a smile: "Boss, I'll go to Ashoka Temple to do something another day." ”

Qiu Shizheng nodded slowly and said: "Do good deeds and make good karma, Buddhism pays attention to karma, since you promised to do something, you need to do what you say." ”

"Naturally."

Compared with the bitter abbot and the bitter de, the appearance is very different, although the beard and hair are white, but the bitter monk has a thin face and wrinkles on the face; And the painstaking abbot has a big oily face and a ruddy complexion.

At this time, the painstaking abbot heard the conversation between Pei Feifei and Qiu Shizheng, smiled like Maitreya, and said: "Doing one thing can make a great good fate, and the two Tanyue blessings will continue to be in the future, and they will be blessed by my Buddha." ”

The bitter monk was full of misery, and chanted continuously: "Amitabha, Amitabha......"

In the meditation room, Zhao Jie saw that the monk's face was worried, and he glanced at Ye Zhiran intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Zhiran didn't believe in the monk's appearance, but leisurely tasted the tea, and said to Zhao Jie: "Mr. Zhao, other tea leaves will gradually fade away, but this pot of green tea in Asoka Temple is gradually getting better, which is very different from other teas." ”

The painstaking abbot said: "Ye Tan doesn't know a little bit, the good tea in the world needs to be brewed with good water. The water for making tea is better than the first rain of Qingming. There are no impurities in rootless water, and the water is the purest and softest; After taking root, there are other impurities in the water, and the water will harden; The deeper the water, the harder it is, so to make good tea, you need to take rootless water, and the first rain of Qingming is the best. ”

"Oh, there is this truth, sure enough, listening to your talk is better than reading a book for ten years."

The painstaking abbot naturally saw that Ye Zhiran and Zhao Jie's identities were no worse than the other two, and he wanted to set them up, so that they might be willing to come to Asoka Temple to do something and magnify the reputation of Ashoka Temple. He looked at Ye Zhiran for a while, and said: "Ye Tanyue, your face is also rich and noble, if you do more good deeds and make good connections, the future is limitless." ”

"I also agree with what Master Abbot said......"

The painstaking abbot's face turned pale, and he recited: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

"However, self-cultivation focuses on cultivating the mind, if you always have good thoughts in your heart, do good deeds, and think of the common people in the world, it is far more beneficial than going to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha."

The bitter monk chanted the Buddha loudly: "Amitabha, Lord Ye's words are very good, and the monk was still worried about the unstable fortune of the donor, but it was a little too preoccupied." ”rs！。

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