The world is chaotic, and the people of great virtue take it as their responsibility to calm the world, devote themselves to the temple, and strive to save the people of the world from the dire situation;

The world is chaotic, and talented people take the purpose of protecting themselves with wisdom, live in seclusion between the mountains and wilderness, coldly watch the change of dynasty and the change of kingship, and have the heart to Li people's suffering, but they have to retreat to the far away rivers and lakes;

The world is chaotic, there are ancient Masters hidden in the city, the creation of heaven and earth, the voice of the people, the flow of the road, but always sit on the hall, and there is not much to do.

In the seventh year of Qi Yongming in the Southern Dynasty, although the Southern Dynasty had unified royal power, the world was never peaceful, and the war continued, and the wails were all over the field. Buddhism from the West took advantage of the situation to rise and penetrated into every corner of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, with a great tendency to replace the religions of Middle-earth and Kyushu.

At that time, as long as you were bald and walked on the street, you would have the illusion of superiority.

No matter what dynasty it is, the Kyoto Imperial Castle is always the liveliest.

Jiankang Imperial City, there is a city mountain, because its shape is very similar to a chicken coop, the ancient name of the chicken coop mountain.

Emperor Wu of Qi in the Southern Dynasty went to Zhongshan to shoot pheasants to hear the rooster song here, so the Jilong Mountain was renamed Jiming Mountain again, during the reign of Qi in the Southern Dynasty, Jilong Mountain has been famous for Jiming Mountain all over the world.

The north of Jiming Mountain is close to Xuanwu Lake, standing by the lake, and there are countless legends.

There are many mansions of dignitaries and nobles on Jiming Mountain, and among these dignitaries and nobles is Xiao Ziliang, the king of Jingling.

At the foot of Jiming Mountain, there is an inn called between the mountains and lakes.

According to legend, the name of this inn was written by Xiao Ziliang, the king of Jingling, who lived on the mountain, and the innkeeper seemed to have some unclear friendship with Xiao Ziliang, the king of Jingling, otherwise it would be impossible to open an inn at the north foot of Jiming Mountain. As for what kind of friendship it is, the world does not know.

On this day, a monk came to the Shanhu Inn, looking at the monk's appearance, in his twenties, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a gray monk's robe, simple and powerful, and an old bamboo hat to protect him from the wind and rain.

The monk stood at the door of the Shanhu Inn, looked around, smiled slightly, and saw a tea guest dressed as a scribe in an inconspicuous corner of the inn, so he walked straight to the tea guest before the shopkeeper walked to him.

Those who can do the shopkeeper in the inn between the mountains and lakes are all clever ghosts, and in this world, the monk who does not work hard is not easy for ordinary people to provoke, and the shopkeeper saw that the monk had a familiar person in it, so he retreated back very interestingly.

"Shopkeeper, this master looks at the eyes, it should be from out of town, right?" Xiao Er retreated to the counter and quietly asked the innkeeper who had been staring at the monk behind the counter.

"It should be from out of town, but looking at that bearing, it should still be a monk from a big temple, and I can't be lazy. The shopkeeper glanced at the monk a few times, and got some judgment of his own from the monk's gestures.

"Is it? But I think that the monk is just average, and I can't see anything special. The shopkeeper scratched his head and whispered.

"You can tell that you're standing in there, and I'll run errands for you. Go to work, don't mumble here, give me a good life, anyway, as long as it's a monk, don't offend. The shopkeeper smiled, urging the shopkeeper to go and wait.

At this moment, three more monks came outside the Shanhu Inn, an old monk with two middle-aged monks standing outside the door, his hands folded, his eyes closed, and he had no intention of entering the door.

The first time the shopkeeper saw these three monks, he knew that they were all eminent monks, because the old monk was wearing a red robe with gold stripes, and the yellow monk's clothes on the two middle-aged monks behind him were not ordinary, and they were no different from the high-grade silk and satin on those dignitaries.

This dress, in addition to the great monk who is respected as the first temple of Buddhism, the White Horse Temple, has this skill, and then the Xiangguo Temple, the national temple in the Jiankang Imperial City, can have this strength.

Because although the status of monks in the society was very high at that time, the overall production level was not high, and many dignitaries could not afford to wear good silk and satin, and could only wear inferior products and coarse linen clothes, so not all temples could let the monks have a very high quality monk's robe.

"Uh-huh!"

The shopkeeper deliberately coughed at the shopkeeper, and the meaning was obvious.

The shopkeeper immediately put on a smiling face, quickly ran to the door, and first folded his hands in front of the three monks, and announced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the three masters came from afar, and there is a distant welcome between the mountains and lakes." ”

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper immediately returned to his original respectful appearance, nodded to the three monks, and greeted each other with a smile.

There was a middle-aged monk in the back who looked at the shopkeeper like this, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "The imperial city is the imperial city, and even a shopkeeper has such Buddha nature." Xiao Er, my master came from afar, I want to find a place to rest and recuperate, and then go to the mountains to participate in the discussion of King Jingling, do you have a good wing room in this inn?"

The shopkeeper heard the monk say this, although he knew that these monks were going to prepare to participate in King Jingling's discourse, but he was still a little confused, monks generally do not live in the store, and they will be treated very well in any temple they go to, and they will not stay in the ordinary secular inn.

So the shopkeeper turned his head to look at the shopkeeper behind him, and the shopkeeper nodded slightly, so the shopkeeper immediately smiled and said: "Three masters, please inside, there are three rooms in this store that are specially prepared for the most distinguished guests, do the three masters eat first, or go to the inner room to rest first?"

"Master, what do you mean?" said the middle-aged monk who spoke in a low voice to the elderly monk in front of him.

"You go and rest first, drink tea below for the teacher, there are masters here to come, and the teacher has to wait for himself. The old monk still closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Master, the three of us have been on foot for more than three months, and we have finally come to the foot of Jiming Mountain, we are very tired, why don't you go up and rest first, and my senior brother and I will just wait here." The middle-aged monk said respectfully.

"No, listen to the teacher, go ahead. The old monk said again.

"Okay. Little Er, please lead the way in front, arrange a private seat for Master first, and then take me and Senior Brother in to rest. The middle-aged monk said calmly to the shopkeeper, but he didn't feel any compassion in his expression, and there was a faint sense of arrogance.

"Three masters, please inside, please inside. When the shopkeeper heard this, he smiled even more, and immediately bent down to lead the way.

After a while, the shopkeeper arranged the old monk in a private seat by the window on the second floor, and then took the two middle-aged monks into the inner room to rest.

At this moment, there was a lot of discussion in the inn.

"Shopkeeper, can you see where these three masters come from?" asked a young boy who walked up to the shopkeeper beside him.

The shopkeeper looked at the elderly monk sitting in the elegant seat, and whispered: "These three masters, it seems that they should be the senior monks of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang now." Our King Jingling gathered talented people from all over the world this time to launch a conference on Taoism, which is a declaration for Buddhism. ”

"Then why don't they go to Xiangguo Temple to settle down, but instead stay in your inn? The shopkeeper is such a careful person, he must know the Tao, right?" The young man smiled slightly and raised his glass to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper waved his hand, looked around at the many diners who were listening with his ears, and said with a smile: "Childe is smiling, since everyone is interested in knowing, in the next foolish opinion, please listen to it, don't take it to heart." ”

"Luoyang White Horse Temple and our Xiangguo Temple in Daqi, one is the first temple of Buddhism, and the other is the Huangcheng National Temple, which has been secretly competing against each other for a long time. The people of the two temples generally do not interact with each other except for extraordinarily large occasions, so the small shop is honored to accept the three masters. With a proud smile on his face, the shopkeeper whispered, and after finishing speaking, he looked back at the old monk sitting by the window.

"Oh, I see, I've heard that the two major Buddhist temples don't deal with each other for a long time......"

"The shopkeeper is really good eyesight, this time there is a lively to see, I don't know where King Jingling will hold a discussion conference, I really want to go and see it......"

"Yes, King Ling has always been generous, and he may let the world's heroes see it, so let's wait quietly......"

"No wonder there are so many monks gathered in Jiming Mountain recently, it turned out that they were all for the Taoist conference, I thought that this conference was just for King Jingling to recruit talented people, and I didn't expect it to be related to Buddhism......"

"That's your news doesn't make sense, hehe, this argument is extraordinary......"

......

When there was a lot of discussion in the inn, in an inconspicuous corner of the inn, the young monk who came first smiled at the middle-aged scribe, took a sip of tea, and then listened to the conversation silently.

The discussion continued, and the young monk and the middle-aged scribe listened to it for a long time, and felt that the content was similar, so they raised their glasses to each other and took a sip of tea.

The scribe spoke first, and said in a playful voice: "Are you a little disappointed, after listening to it for so long, no one mentioned your Jinshan Temple, haha." ”

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, you are still a generation of literati in vain, and you are wrong again and again in one sentence. The young monk's face was calm, and he replied lightly.

"Really? When the middle-aged scribe heard this, he was slightly stunned, then he came to his senses and said with a smile: "First of all, Jinshan Temple is not yours, which is the first mistake; But the third mistake, forgive the stupidity, what is the high opinion of the monk..."

As for this third mistake, it is also fateful that Brother Fan doesn't know. Brother Fan has always been an atheist, so Sumeru mustard seeds, with a flick of your fingers, you will definitely disapprove of this kind of thing. The young monk smiled slightly and replied to the middle-aged scribe Fan Zhen opposite.

Fan Zhen smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "If I don't meet you, or before I know you, I really firmly believe that gods and Buddhas are all vain." However, monk, you have not changed at all in the past 20 years, so Fan has to believe that maybe there are really some things in this world that we can't speculate. ”

"So, Brother Fan, does the Buddha really exist?" the young monk smiled slightly and asked lightly.

"Buddha, haha, you're a Buddha, aren't you?"