Speaking of which, it is necessary to explain the term "nyorai".

Nyolai is only one of the names of the Buddha, and the Buddha has ten kinds of names - Nyolai, should be offered, is omniscient, is clear and sufficient, good death, worldly solution, supreme master, reconciled husband, heavenly teacher, Buddha Shizun.

Just like teacher, teacher, and gentleman, it is a common term for a profession.

Originally, the Buddha did not refer to any specific statue, and there were thousands of names, but people couldn't remember it and simplified it to the above ten. For example, Shakyamuni can be called Shakyamuni Buddha, and Amitabha can also be called Amitabha Buddha, of course, they can all be called that, and other Buddhas can also be called like this.

Without further ado, the book is back to business.

The rogue abbot led the mother and daughter through the backyard meditation room to the front of the rock wall of the Thousand Buddhas, the concave and convex between the walls is larger, the strange stones are horizontal, although the height is not more than twenty or thirty meters, but the ancient trees between the strange stones are towering and entangled.

The rogue abbot found a stone ladder with a different diameter, and led the mother and daughter to climb hands and feet into a strange-shaped wall hole.

This wall hole is only five or six meters big, the incense smoke in the cave is swirling, the cave wall is embossed with countless lacquer Buddha statues, the one in the middle is the Buddha of Sakyamuni Buddha, he holds a golden Bora flower in his hand, he is silent with a smile, the attitude is peaceful, the whole statue is lifelike, but the treasure is solemn.

There are more than ten straw futons in the cave, and the rogue abbot entered the cave and performed a Buddhist salutation to the golden body of Shakyamuni, and then he lowered his eyes and recited the scriptures.

Seeing that he had brought the two of them here without speaking, the beautiful woman asked puzzledly, "Master, why did you bring us here?" ”

The rogue abbot was so preoccupied with chanting that his ears seemed to be deaf, and the girl opened her mouth, but she didn't ask any more questions, because she knew that the monks liked to play dumb riddles the most, and no matter how much you asked, he would not open his mouth.

After waiting for forty or fifty minutes, the girl became impatient, and dragged the beautiful woman to leave, but the beautiful woman signaled her to be restless, at least, to wait for the rogue abbot to finish reciting the sutra before leaving.

After waiting for a long time, the girl couldn't help it, and stood up with a bang, and the rogue abbot suddenly said: "The wind doesn't move, the people don't move, why should the donor be moved?" ”

The girl was stunned for three seconds, and replied: "It's not the wind moving, it's not the banner moving, the benevolent heart is moving, everything is empty, and one qiē is idealistic!" ”

The rogue abbot said with a smile: "Amitabha, good and good, the donor really has a fate with my Buddha!" ”

The girl smiled shyly rarely, it turned out that this passage is also an allusion, saying that the six ancestors Hui Neng went to the Fa Xing Temple in Guangzhou, when Master Yin Zong was talking about the "Nirvana Sutra", there were flags blown by the wind, so there were two monks debating the wind flags, one said the wind moved, the other said the flags moved, the six ancestors Hui Neng interjected: not the wind moves, nor the flags move, it is your heart.

The allusion of "not the wind moving, not the banner moving, but the benevolent heart" comes from this, which profoundly portrays the fundamental doctrine of Mahayana Buddhism that everything is empty and is idealistic, and is highly respected by Buddhists.

The rogue abbot got up slowly, and only said to the girl, "Donor, please come with me." As he spoke, he walked to the entrance of the cave and moved to the left with his hand on the rock, apparently to take the girl to another cave.

The girl hesitated and didn't move, but finally followed at the signal of the beautiful woman, and even Jiang Xiaobai was very curious, trying to figure out what the rogue abbot wanted to do - because the guest room was close to the back mountain, the distance was not very far, although he had been locking them with his divine sense, but it would not cost too much mental power.

After climbing only a few meters, they entered the same hole again, but there was nothing in the hole, no statues or incense burners, only a few straw futons placed on the left and right sides of the wall, and nothing else.

After the rogue abbot entered the cave, he asked the girl to sit on the futon on the right, and he himself sat on the left. The former looked at the cave and asked, "Master, why is there no Buddha statue in this cave?" ”

The rogue abbot said: "This is the place where the monks of the past dynasties meditated and participated in meditation, since everything is empty, what is the difference between having a Buddha and not a Buddha?" ”

"The purpose of the master bringing me here ......"

"Amitabha!" The rogue abbot pronounced the Buddha's name, "The Buddha said: Realize the nature of the emptiness, and be honest for the Buddha to cross the fateful person, the poor monk sees the deep roots of the donor's wisdom, and wants to give the donor a piece of Buddha's fate, if the donor does not dislike it, please smile!" ”

"Oh?" The girl scratched her head and said, "What is the master's so-called Buddha fate?" ”

The rogue abbot pinched the Buddha beads and said: "The Buddha is born from the heart, because of the heavens, donor, please look at the above!" ”

"What ......" she raised her head and saw that there was a flat stone on the top of the four-meter-high cave with several lines of traditional Chinese characters the size of a ping-pong ball carved upside down, with a smooth and angular, smooth and elegant, and these lines of text read:

You use your life savings, with a flick of your fingers, to interpret the legend of the ages, telling the eternal moment

Looking at the splendor, there will be a colorful fall, and the remnants of the red are good at dancing

You have been gorgeous, so you are not afraid to forget

You have been warm, so you are not willing to keep an ineffable silence

In this way, you condense the time of your life into the eternal fragrance in the long river of time

The smile is like you, and the truth is like you

Hope is like you, and life is like you

This text turned out to be a short lyrical poem, and there are lyric poems in the heavy places of Buddhism, what's going on, is this the Buddha's fate?

"It's like a lyrical poem that conveys affection with things." The girl whispered, "The praise should be a flower with a very short lifespan." ”

The rogue abbot bowed his head and said: "Amitabha, the name of this flower is 'Red Pink Luo Pre'." ”

The girl bit her finger and asked, "What does the pink Luo pre mean, why haven't I heard of it?" ”

The rogue abbot said: "The red pink, the skeleton is also, a moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a flick of the fingers, twenty snaps of the fingers are a Luo pre, twenty Luo pre is a moment, thirty a moment is a day and night, this flower name Luo pre, take the meaning of the moment of Fanghua, a thousand years, but with a flick of the fingers, let you have a peerless demeanor, the world's talent, after all, it will turn into dust, like smoke drifting! ”

The girl said: "Twenty snaps of fingers is equal to one Luo pre, and one snap of fingers is equal to 7.2 seconds, so in this way, this flower only has a lifespan of 2 minutes and 24 seconds...... It seems that no one has seen or heard of such a flower in such a short life, may I ask the master, is there really such a flower in the world, and where is it? ”

"Amitabha!" The rogue abbot proclaimed a Buddha horn and said, "No fate is far away in the sky, but fate is close at hand!" ”

The girl said depressedly, "How long do you have to wait?" ”

"Amitabha!" The rogue abbot closed his eyes and did not answer.

"Then what does this have to do with the Buddha's fate, and what are the benefits of seeing the red powder?" The girl does not give up.

"Amitabha!" The rogue abbot said, "Whether it's good or bad, whether it's a blessing or a curse, the poor monk doesn't dare to say anything!" ”

This monk always speaks so unclearly, super unpleasant!

The girl looked at the writing on the roof of the cave and asked, "Master, who left this writing?" ”

"This is left by a person who is destined...... Amitabha! He closed his eyes, recited a scripture, and continued, "Decades ago, there was a young man surnamed Zhang Minglang, because of the obsession with secular love, can not be liberated, after traveling here, when the ancestor Huijue abbot preached the scriptures, epiphany, the ancestor saw that it has a lot of wisdom, so he led here, and gave the Buddha, and for it to shave, give the Dharma number, to pass on the Dharma, decades before there is a small success, this person is the poor monk's brother, that is, just for the donor to preach the Dharma Dazhi Zen Master, Amitabha! ”

Teacher?

Juehui?

What does it mean?

Jiang Xiaobai's mind was booming, and he fell into a complete stupor.

Hui Jue is actually the ancestor of the rogue abbot, doesn't that mean that Hui Jue has died a long time ago, otherwise how can he be called "first teacher?" "Also, could it be that this rogue abbot is the little novice who met in the back mountain?

"No, it can't be!" Jiang Xiaobai felt that his brain was completely messed up, if Hui Jue had become an ancient, and this scoundrel was indeed a little novice, then wouldn't he go back to time and space and deal with the dead?

It can't be so mysterious, right?

At this time, the girl looked at the time as if she was sitting on pins and needles: "Master, when will the red pink Luo preface appear?" ”

The rogue abbot proclaimed the Buddha's horn and said, "Please calm down and clear your eyes." ”

"Uh, master, how can this be clean?"

The rogue abbot said: "There are flowers in my heart, no flowers in my eyes, the Lingtai is clear, and there is no concern!" ”

"Oh......" The girl blinked at this glance and sat up with her eyes closed.

I only listened to the rogue abbot said: "Red powder Luo pre, a thousand years of fingers, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, the Buddha is fateful, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south......"

Ouch, it's so strict, what the hell is this pink Luo?

At this time, Yan Jing had already helped Yan Duozi to settle down in the guest room, but his posture of asking for warmth seemed to be really concerned about this half-sister, but, intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes when he looked at Jiang Xiaobai were full of gloomy atmosphere.

Anyway, he wasn't Gu Chang, so Jiang Xiaobai didn't want him to come, so he simply hid in his guest room, paying attention to the accommodation of Jiang Xiaoxian and others, and paying attention to the every move of the mother and daughter.

As time passed, a soft beep was heard, and a curved crack of a foot long burst on the stone floor in the wall cave, and as the crack grew and widened, a transparent green bud as thin as a finger poked out its head like a snake.

One by one, one shrink and one release, the green buds grow tall and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye in the constant change, and when they reach seven or eight inches, the crystal mushroom head at the top slowly splits into two transparent fleshy leaves, and the leaves continue to increase and widen and thicken, at first they are still crystal transparent, and then gradually turn green, and the ribs in the leaves spread and expand like earthworms......

The leaves from small to large, and then began to branch, a thought actually grew into a pair of turquoise palms, its shape no matter the size of the thickness is like a pair of peerless beauty hands, the only difference is the color, in the palm fingers between the opening and closing, impressively held out a bright red bud.

Faced with such an unbelievable strange thing, the girl's eyes widened nervously.

In the midst of nervousness and suspicion, the chanting voice of the rogue abbot came to his ears: "Nan Wu Amitabha...... When contemplating the Bodhisattva Prajna jackfruit for a long time, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he is suffering for a long time. 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. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no fragrance, no touch, no vision, and even no consciousness......"

At this moment, the buds in the hands of the jade have bloomed, layer upon layer, one by one, from small to large, from red to yellow, then from yellow to white, and from white to green, and again to red, only to change several colors in the blink of an eye, and again and again, the color is dazzling mixed with strange fragrance, it is amazing and amazing, as if in a dream, it seems to be real and illusory.