As everyone knows, the unconnected monk who disappeared into the sea of clouds is also looking back at the old monk. It's just that one has no heart, and the other has a heart. Buddhism pays attention to pure cultivation, and the entrance is six pure, and the earthly world must not be polluted with half a point.

However, this elder of the Discipline Hall was strong in his blood when he was young, and he made a big mistake, so he left regrets for half of his life. The fate of sending the hairpin back made the already dusty heart naked in the red dust again. It's just that one person is already an enlightened monk, and the other person is so intoxicated with red dust.

Although I knew it vaguely, it had been a few years. But after all, it can't last long, what should go goes, and what shouldn't stay can't stay. The old monk has practiced the bitter Zen scriptures all his life, but in the end, he still wakes up from a dream.

You said that his Zen cultivation is not orthodox, and the century-old foundation of Jialan Temple can be described as authentic Buddhism. The Elder of the Precept Hall adheres to the eight precepts of Buddhism, and no one can question his authority. It's the only one who can't get through.

"No, no, no, there are many dangers in the red dust, don't repeat the mistake of being a teacher (being a father)." The old monk was teary-eyed, and the withered weed holding the temple door was already trembling. A little monk with red lips and white teeth ran to the side, reciting the Buddha's name and chanting the words, "The ancestor is in the daze of the red dust demon?" You can recite the Great Day Nyorai Sutra 3,000 times before you can be liberated. ”

The old monk was stunned, maybe he didn't hear the little monk's chatter, he was so persistent, so convinced, the demons in the red dust must be crossed with the heart of the Buddha. But why does an enlightened monk like Shizu also suffer such an ordeal, is it a test given by the Buddha? After growing up, do you have to go through these things before you can become a Buddha on the ground?

The little monk scratched his head and fell into deep thought. And the monk who is not connected to the sea of clouds is already soaked in robes. Even if the sunset is beautiful, it is not as sad as parting. He may have known, and he didn't know when he would see him again. When he returned from Lonely Whistling Heights, he swore a heavy oath that he would not understand Buddhism and would not leave the mountain.

But there are thousands of people in the world, and the opportunity has appeared, so there is no choice. The master is already so determined, but he still can't get out of that scene of inner demons, only to use his body to wade through the red dust first, and then use his mortal heart to become a Buddha.

When he resolutely turned back and took that step, the sky was already full of stars. I don't know how long I stood here, but the mossy bluestone slab was already dented. If it was the past, the master got another "chestnut" and scolded him for not knowing how to cherish it, which caused so much trouble to those pilgrims.

It was the old master, and the apprentice he had just accepted, I don't know if I would think about it one night. It turns out that his own dust has not been broken, and his Buddha heart has never been stable, hey. It's just to restrain the demonic nature and expose the Buddha's appearance.

There is a woodcutter in the mountain occasionally, a robe approved body, the solemn monk of the law, in the starry night from the sea of clouds in the Jialan Temple, floating into the world. Since then, there is no Buddha in the mountains, and there is one more monk in the mortal world, who is entangled by seven emotions and six desires.

The monk is not walking fast, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a thousand miles a day. Perhaps in the eyes of people like them, following one's heart is the way to go. And this is going to the capital, thousands of miles away, although there is a life, but it cannot go against the heart.

Under the Jialan Temple is the mortal world, and a moat divides the two worlds clearly. When the monk walked down the last step paved with bluestone slabs, what fell into his eyes were the lights and shadows, as well as the men and women who lingered in the night market.

The monk Xu had never seen it, and he couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, and used the breath nourished from the dantian to make the spiritual platform clear. This is a habit that has been cultivated since childhood, if there is something incomprehensible, unclear reason, then use the Buddha name to sweep away the filth of the spiritual platform, and you can talk about it without words.

The town is full of people, and they don't pay too much attention to the sudden appearance of the unobtrusive monks, who have lived at the foot of this Jialan Temple for generations, and know many legends on the mountain by heart. But the moat is separated, and if the people on the mountain open the door for convenience, the pilgrims under the mountain will have no way out.

Over time, people lost interest. On the contrary, Penglai Immortal Mountain, in the far north, preaches and preaches in the world, which is more approachable than the "high" of Najialan Temple.

Regardless of whether it is born or entered the WTO, Buddhism is indisputable after all. This is the persistence that has always been made, and it is also the most authentic heart of Buddhism. And that Penglai Immortal Mountain, although it has an ethereal name, it frequently interferes with the mortal world. There is no absolute right or wrong, but the two look at the world differently.

Jialan Temple has set an iron law since the beginning of the temple, that is, people in Buddhism cannot enter the world to disturb the order of the world, everything has a cause and effect, not human beings can control it. However, the Penglai Immortal Mountain is just the opposite, every ten years, a mountain disciple will be sent to walk in the world, preach to sentient beings, and pay attention to things in people.

In the past few hundred years, there has been a lot of friction between the two, and in the end, everyone in the world knows about Penglai Immortal Mountain, but they know little about the nearby Jialan Temple, and it is more of an ethereal speculation.

If you don't know the monk, you will start walking in the world. At this time, his demonic nature had been sealed, and with the help of the child, he found his true heart. Ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, the monk walked between the houses, walking like a fly.

Years of cross-knee meditation did not make him slack off, but strengthened his Buddha's heart. He has a kind smile on his face and treats everything in the world with indifference, which is his meditation.

Under the stars, the night breeze rises. Blowing the monk's already somewhat worn robe, and behind him, at some point, there was already a woman in red, following him up and down.

The monk didn't look back, but he could feel the familiar breath. His mind suddenly fluttered, and he was taken aback. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the red dust, he was contaminated with the heart of the Buddha.

He struggled to quiet his gradually manic heart, because he knew. Here, it can't be the man, and the man won't be there. Solitary Heights is thousands of miles away, how could it be so coincidental?

Could it be that the man was deliberately waiting for him to appear? I remember the look in my eyes at the moment of parting, so hot.

The monk was a little distracted, and at this time the houses were closed, and he walked on the cold street. It was a good time to hurry, but I was disturbed by demons for no reason. Why did that person become her own demon, just because she treated her differently? And that touch of red?

The monk who doesn't understand why he has been practicing meditation for many years and is completely lost? He suddenly understood Master, and understood why he hadn't untied that knot in his heart for so many years.

Maybe it's because the more blank the paper, the easier it is to get contaminated, but if you don't blame yourself for not having enough Buddha heart, you will be contaminated with demons as soon as you leave the Pure Land. But he didn't know that the man had been waiting for him here for years......

Since that day, Chi Xin, who was going to stay at the Tancheng Half Guard Inn, received an inexplicable order. There are only a few words on the instruction, which is to let him come to the foot of this Jialan Temple and wait for a monk.

On that day, it suddenly rained and drizzled, and the sky was clear, but for some reason, it suddenly fell a little bit of crystal. Tancheng has not been like this for many years, this small border city, a military important place, although people come and go, fish and dragons are mixed, but the people are still simple. The most important thing is that there are four distinct seasons here, so people from other places come and go to do business and settle here.

Chi Xin took the crumpled secret order, and was a little stunned. is a bloody killer, how can he move mortal hearts. But since the day the monk appeared, everything has changed.

In just a few years, the Lonely Roaring Heights has been a snap of a finger. The two knew each other so well that they knew each other, but they never promised each other. I don't know if it's because of the rules of Buddhism or the killer's heart, the two have never said the words buried in their hearts.

I thought that the accidental fate between the two would become unrelated. Who would have thought that the red clothes were quietly an inch away, waiting for the Buddhist monks to come out of the mountain gate. The things of the world are made by creation. The original intention of the owner of Guxiao Village was to let Chixin be incognito, pay attention to the changes in Jialan Temple, and report back when the monk could not enter the world again.

But this is seven years, and who has so many seven years to squander? What a kind of loneliness is it for a woman to be at the height of her life, but no one picks her. Xu was a little tired, and Chixin no longer hid his head and tail, but opened a wine shop.

Xu is the people in the town have never seen such a flowery woman, since the beginning of the wine shop, it has been full every day. But the proprietress never smiled, and it looked incompatible with her spotless red clothes.

Over time, the townspeople became more and more surprised. It's just that the wine made by the proprietress is really delicious, and there is also a name that is appreciated by both the elegant and the vulgar - "Drunk Red Dust". Hongchen is just a drunk, and he doesn't want to wake up from a dream in his life.

And the person who the proprietress was waiting for never seemed to appear. The name of this liquor shop is "Red Clothes". In this small town, there is nothing wrong with this. But with such a beautiful proprietress like a flower, it makes people think about it.

People are good and wine is beautiful, and it didn't take long for someone to make an idea. At first, it was just verbal teasing and temptation, but the proprietress was still cold and ignored. When those disciples saw that the boss lady was easy to bully, some of the bold began to be careless.

The proprietress was hindered by the liquor business, but she just dodged and did not directly clash with her. But within a few days, the Naden disciples will be exposed to the wilderness. In this way, no one dares to pick quarrels and provoke trouble in the liquor store.

Legend has it that the proprietress would write down those people during the day, and at night she would turn into an evil spirit, cramp and skin them, and throw them out of town. As a result, the liquor store returned to its former calm, and more people came to drink.

Half a year later, the humble wine shop has become bigger, and in addition to the decoration, there is also a storyteller. Tell the anecdotes and anecdotes that I have never heard of on a daily basis. Whenever the wine shop opens, the storyteller will float in, and when the wine shop closes, he will get up and leave.

The proprietress and the storyteller had a tacit understanding, and there were no superfluous words, but they became acquainted with each other after this back and forth.

Both of them hide their identities, but they have a feeling of sympathy for each other. Mr. Storyteller has explored Jialan Temple many times on Pilgrim Day, and also relieved the pain of lovesickness for the proprietress. It's just that the two of them don't say anything, but get along more calmly and naturally.

After a few more years, the proprietress was a little tired, and occasionally opened her mouth to the storyteller: "If one day, I leave this place, you will change this sign to 'Bai Ding' and continue to operate." ”

The storyteller nodded in agreement, but looked at the proprietress with a hot look in her eyes.