Before the two people "touched the doorway", they were drenched in a burst of sun and rain.

When the rain has passed, the sky is clear, and the long practice is empty, and the secluded temple has gathered a fresh atmosphere of fresh grass and trees, and birds chirping.

Baoyu looked up under the eaves, but saw a scrawny old monk, wielding a sparse bamboo broom in his hand, sweeping a puddle of water in front of the house.

Because the broom was too sparse, the old monk tried tirelessly to sweep the rainwater from the pond to the potholes on the side of the road, but every time he ended up "the bamboo basket was empty".

The rainwater in the pond leaks back down the big crack of the broom, and even if it is swept out, it will turn around and flow backwards into the pond. If you can't sweep away the water, the broom is working in vain.

"Master, you ...... Why do you have to work so hard?" Baoyu asked, stepping forward and clasping his palms.

"The old man is going to drive the water into that jar. The old monk put down the broom, returned the salute, and then replied slowly.

Baoyu searched around, and it turned out that there was a large water tank seven steps away from the pond.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "The junior took the liberty to say that according to Master's approach, I am afraid that I will never be able to sweep this water into that water tank." As...... The juniors carried it over ......"

Before he finished speaking, Baoyu felt that the old monk glared at him, and he knew that he had committed another mistake that he didn't know the depths of.

Fortunately, Princess Bell is not around, otherwise, he may be given a violent meal as a "butler".

The old monk smiled, ignored the young man on the side, and continued to sweep his water with a bamboo broom

Baoyu saw that Xiaobao had turned around and walked towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, so he turned his head and glanced at the shabby old monk with a little reluctance, and saluted with his palms.

"Heaven and earth are affectionate, thoughts are good, and Cihang is a ...... of its own"

At this time, the old monk was already a hundred steps behind him, but the twelve words in his mouth were like incantations, lingering in Baoyu's ears.

Even Wei Xiaobao, who has never believed in gods, ghosts, Buddhas, and immortals, could hear it, and couldn't help but look back.

I saw the old monk holding the broom handle with both hands, sweeping and sweeping.

The raised end of the bamboo broom, carrying the freshly swept rainwater, arced in mid-air and went straight to the water tank......

The pool of water on the ground miraculously turned into a water dragon and flew out of the ground, and all of it fell into the water tank seven steps away along the trajectory of the broomstick.

The old monk stroked a sparse beard and looked into the air, but smiled silently.

The novelty Baoyu took three steps and made two steps, ran back to the water tank, through the candlelight from the window, only to see that the clear rain in the half tank had not yet calmed down, and then turned back, Baoyu looked at the place where the old monk swept the water, and there was only a watermark on the ground that had not dried and was waiting to be dried.

"Huh, why is Master gone?"

"Who said the old man is gone-" On the stone steps in front of the small house, the old monk sat cross-legged, looking at Baoyu calmly.

Baoyu stepped forward and asked, "Dare to ask Master Buddha's name?"

"The old man is just a sweeper, with no name and no number. ”

"Well, then does Master know how the cypress tree in the forest fell?"

"I don't know—I don't know—" The old monk replied, shaking his head.

"Knock-" A drop of water on the eaves suddenly fell into the water tank.

"Master, water drops into the tank. ”

"You enter and I enter, and you don't get out and you don't enter. Baoyu glanced at the water tank again, and there were no ripples, could it be that it was his own delusion just now?

"The small house is a certain distance from the big tank, how can there be water falling on the eaves and water droplets directly into the tank?!" Baoyu shook his head, afraid that the excitement was coming out, so he looked away.

"No!" When Baoyu lowered his head, he heard the sound of water dripping into the tank again.

However, looking at the vat again, the level in the vat is as quiet as a mirror.

"Master, water drops into the tank. ”

"Is it you, or is it a drop of water?" the old monk smiled slowly, but he didn't answer well.

Baoyu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he folded his palms and bowed goodbye to the old monk.

Wei Xiaobao didn't understand Zen machines, and was surrounded by the conversation between Baoyu and the old monk.

Baoyu walked up to him and said, "I think they have found the bell." ”

Xiaobao didn't know how to participate in Zen and enlightenment, and when he saw that the two of them were covered with clouds and mountains and fog, he deliberately did not study in detail when he realized that he had no culture. was only secretly anxious: "Isn't it that they have already taken the lead and got the thing they like?"

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