"Don't dare, this is an unknown ancient temple. The monk smiled and said, "On that day, the donor suddenly fainted, and it happened that the little monk and others were doing things nearby, and after a cursory look, there was no worry about life, so the donor was temporarily taken to live in a small temple and recuperate for a few days." ”

"Ah, thank you, Master, thank you, Master. So Mu Sheng gave frequent salutes, but he also remembered the monks who practiced things that day, "Dare to ask how the master's name is?"

"The little monk's name is Jingcheng. Jingcheng still smiled sincerely, as if the light of the Buddha in the world was quietly gathered behind him, "If the donor is fine, go with me to eat fasting." "Okay, thank you. ”

Get up and go out, the breath of the new soil outside the house makes people's hearts clear, the winding path is quiet, the winding roadside is full of seasonal vegetables, the bell and dusk drums, the birds sing and the mountains are secluded, it is really a good place to recuperate from nature.

Intoxicated by the beautiful mountain scenery, Mu Sheng couldn't help asking, "Master Jingcheng, I don't know the origin of your temple?"

"This ...... It's a long story...... "Jingcheng said, and briefly said to Sui Musheng about the conflict between good and evil.

"The battle of Xianyuan Pavilion, the good and evil sides were seriously injured, the abbot of our temple, Master Zu Lan, took pity on all sentient beings, so he built a temple here against the mountain, and practiced medicine to save people. The good is also governed, the evil is also governed, regardless of faction, and everyone is treated equally. Occasionally, someone asked the name of the temple, and Master Zu Lan smiled silently......"

"Over time, our temple also has some false name among the people, and there are many people who come to seek medical advice, and they all call our temple a nameless temple. Uncle Qingfeng suggested that Master Zu Lan take the word nameless as the name of the temple, but Master Zu Lan thought that nameless was also famous, so the matter was stopped......"

A few days later, Master Zu Lan personally erected a wordless plaque on the gate of our temple to show that it was nameless, but the world still called our temple nameless. Jingcheng paused, "In front of us is the gate of our temple, if the donor is interested, you can go to have a look." ”

"Okay!" then Mu Sheng walked to the gate of the Nameless Temple with great interest. Under the afterglow of the sunset, the old red paint on the door post highlights the taste of vicissitudes, the glazed tiles of the past are scattered to the past years, become incomplete, and an ancient jade-like wordless plaque is erected, overlooking the joys and sorrows, people come and go. This wordless plaque seems to have magical power, which makes people stop and watch, and it is unpredictable.

"Donor...... Jingcheng smiled, patted Sui Musheng, and continued with interest: "In addition to this wordless plaque, there is also a grand scene in this temple is the bright moon on the autumn night. ”

"The temple is located, is the best position to enjoy the moon in this Boliang Mountain, the bright moon in the autumn night, since the mid-autumn is the most prosperous, every year on August 15, come to climb the mountain to pray for blessings and admire the moon in an endless stream, this year's mid-autumn, if the donor has leisure, you can also come to have a look. ”

"Good!"

"It's getting late, so come with me to fast. Then Musheng nodded, and as Jingcheng turned to leave, walked a few steps, and looked back at the plaque.

The plaque was silent, not speaking.

............

After dinner, then Mu Sheng lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep, the fasting meal was not meaty, but it could also fill the stomach, and there were many people in the banquet, but they were still kind to each other on the surface. There is no need for silver taels to eat and stay in this nameless ancient temple, and all the expenses in the temple depend on the offerings of past pilgrims, but it is no wonder that the furnishings in the temple are too old.

Thinking back on the bizarre experiences of the past few days, especially the death of his father Sui Shusan, the unknown cause and effect always made Sui Musheng a little breathless, fate always inadvertently pushes ordinary people to the forefront, even if you are not ready.

The night is silent, only accompanied by a jade flute, holding the flute in hand, it feels as if the flute has not been played for a long time, the wind and rain of these days are like years, and one day is like three autumns.

Pushing the door out, the moon was bright, a few insect chirps, several depressions were stagnant in the chest, unable to be relieved, the heart was bored, and inexplicably strode forward.

Walk to a cliff and stop, the valley is secluded, there is an occasional breeze, with a flute in the mouth, reflecting the moon alone, let the flute reverberate in the valley, let the wall stand thousands of miles to play my loneliness again. All the melodies come from the heart, without pretentiousness. The sound of the flute, sometimes oppressive, sometimes excited, reverberates through the trees and reverberates through the forest as if it were penetrating.

At the end of the song, Sui Musheng himself trembled, felt a little tired, and sat down to rest, but the loneliness in his heart did not decrease by half a point.

The mass grave has been destroyed, the cause and effect of my father's death are difficult to find, where is the future, where is the road, is it really under my feet? What am I going to do, what is the need for me to do, is it meaningful to do these things? Or is it just like that, slowly growing old alone?

Suddenly feeling tired, Sui Musheng stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned around and prepared to go back to the house to rest, and was stunned to find that the monk Jingcheng stood behind him respectfully, and saw Sui Musheng get up, Jingcheng took a few steps forward, smiled and said, "Donor, Master Zu Lan is invited." ”

"This ...... Uh, okay. Then Mu Sheng couldn't come back to his senses, and instinctively agreed, "Donor, please come with me." Jingcheng turned around and walked forward leisurely.

Then Mu Sheng followed, "Master Jingcheng, I don't know what Master Zu Lan is looking for me?"

"Well, the little monk doesn't know, the little monk just listened to Master Zu Lan's meaning, and the piper on the edge of the cliff came to see him, and he didn't want to be the benefactor. ”

As if the secret in his heart had been revealed, Mu Sheng was a little embarrassed and smiled brightly. The two of them walked along the uneven stone path for a while, and came to a slightly open place, where there were only two wooden houses in the rare flat land on the mountain, and the two stood opposite each other, one facing south and the other facing north, and the specifications were no different from where Sui Musheng lived, the same mottled and old.

Jingcheng led Sui Musheng to the wooden house facing south, only to see that there was a slight candlelight in the wooden house, as if someone was meditating inside, Jingcheng whispered, "This is the residence of Master Zulan, donor, please." ”

Then Mu Sheng turned around curiously and asked, "I don't know which senior monk lives in this wooden house opposite?" Jingcheng replied, "The little monk doesn't know very well, that wooden house Master Zu Lan only asked us to clean it regularly, and I heard that no uncle or brother has entered this house to practice for more than a hundred years. "Oh yes, thank you. ”

Jingcheng clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and followed Sui Musheng to Master Zu Lan's wooden house.

Walking to the door, Jingcheng knocked on the knocker a few times, bowed slightly, and said in a loud voice, "Master, then the donor has arrived" "Oh, come in." ”

The voice was tepid, as if time had slowed down by half a minute because of this simple answer, Jingcheng pushed open the door, led Mu Sheng in, took a few steps back and walked out, and closed the door with a salute to Mu Sheng.

Seeing Jingcheng leave, Mu Sheng turned his head and saw an old monk sitting with his back to him, three incense burners were placed on the Buddhist platform in front of the old monk, the incense burner in the center had five incense sticks, the incense burner on the right hand side only paid tribute to one incense, and there was no incense on the incense burner on the left hand side. The incense mist lingers quietly, and there is a hint of strangeness in the calm.

The old monk was facing a wall as smooth as a stone, like a stone and jade, and he couldn't see any material, but at a glance, he knew that it was extraordinary. In addition, there is also a small cup of tea next to the old monk, the mouth of the cup is slightly broken, and the heat rises slightly.

Then Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to kneel or not, this knee was bent and straight, and his face was embarrassed, "Sit down." The old monk's faint words relieved the embarrassing atmosphere, so Mu Sheng smiled wryly, and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

When the old man heard the sound of the flute, he knew that the donor was a person who knew a lot about the rhythm of music, but the old man did not know something, and asked the donor to teach him. "Don't dare, master, please speak, the younger generation must know everything." ”

"I wonder where the flute used by the donor came from?"

Then Mu Sheng suffocated, as if he had touched the sore spot in his heart, at the end of the world, alone, then Mu Sheng stabilized his mood a little, and said quietly, "Given by his deceased father on his deathbed." ”

The old monk's shoulders trembled slightly, and his voice quickened, "Dare to ask the father of the benefactor why?"

Sui Musheng was slightly embarrassed, after all, the tomb robbery was not glorious and the strange things of the day were even more difficult to explain, the old monk asked, so Musheng said a few words, and didn't know how to speak.

The old monk paused, and his speech slowed down, "Since the donor doesn't want to say it, there must be something unspeakable, so the old man won't ask, but just now, the old man can hear the sound of the flute with a lot of sadness, dare to ask the donor is it bitter?"

"Alas......" then Mu Chang sighed, "I don't want to make a big deal in the future, I just want to avenge my father's death, but unfortunately I can't do it, and there is no way to take revenge, I feel depressed, but I ask the master for guidance." Speaking of this, Sui Musheng kowtowed respectfully.

"Hatred and suffering, hatred and suffering, hatred is also suffering, everything in the world is suffering, the Buddha needs to cultivate suffering under Bodhi, in order to be able to penetrate all things out of the sea of suffering, but he became a Buddha alone, and left the deeper suffering to his relatives, friends and lovers, I don't know how to understand a Buddha, whether there is more or less suffering in this world, things in the world, it is really difficult to explain clearly. The old monk paused and continued, "The old man has spent his life in vain, but he can't see through love and hatred, so he is sitting in meditation on the wall here, and the old man himself is not yet enlightened, how to guide the donor to you?"

There was silence in the room, and the faint smell of burning was bitter after a long time. After a long time, the old monk said: "The old man has devoted himself to Zen, there is no strange art in the body, only there is a set of pure heart tricks, although it is not a secret technique of immortal law, and it cannot eradicate the suffering of the world, but it can soothe the mood of the practitioner and comfort the pain in the heart a little, I wonder if the donor can have a heart?"

"Ah, there is a heart, there is a heart, please teach the master. Then Mu Sheng suddenly came to the spirit, although the old monk said that it was not a fairy magic secret technique, but how to look at it and feel that this old monk is by no means a mortal in the flesh, there is always a kind of otherworldly meaning. Learning a trick from such a worldly master is always beneficial and harmless.

"Well, the donor is optimistic. I didn't see any action of the old monk, but I saw a column of water slowly rising from the cup of tea in the old monk's hand, and a few lines of text were written on the stone wall in front of the old monk with a tea pen, and the first three big characters were "pure heart".

"When the heavens and the earth are endless, it can live forever because it does not generate itself, and if the good is like water for all things, it is almost like the Tao ...... because it does not fight."

The recipe was written from tea, and it dried soon, but fortunately, there were only a few hundred words in this recipe, so Mu Sheng remembered it very quickly, and soon remembered it in his heart.

Just as Sui Musheng was half-squinting his eyes and reciting the mantra silently, he suddenly felt something touch his knee, and when he looked down, it was a Buddha bead that rolled over from nowhere.

"The name of this bead is called the echo bead, if the donor has nowhere to go, you can bring this bead to meet the three heads of the fifteenth fairy yuan meeting this month, there must be a head who will collect you under the door, pass on the fairy magic trick, as for other things in the donor's heart, it depends on the donor himself. ”

"Ah, what a ...... Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" Mu Sheng was excited, and he didn't know why this master looked at him differently, and carefully put away this bead close to his body.

"It's not too early, donor, please go back. ”