The Standing Buddha is like a statue of Guanyin.

Only then did Ye Qiange know that this hall was the Guanyin Temple.

And to his surprise, the difference between the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Padmasambhava, on the lotus platform, Guanyin stands quietly, in his arms, there is a child, the child knows that it is a boy at a glance, and it is fat and cute.

This is clearly sending the son Guanyin!

Ye Qiange couldn't cry or laugh.

No wonder Xu Yichan was ashamed, the two of them had not yet had a round room, but they came to kneel down to send off Zi Guanyin, full of a sense of disobedience.

Believers worship Guanyin, the purpose is very pure, to ask for a son.

Most people who have been infertile for a long time, or have more daughters, and have no children under their knees, will ask the Bodhisattva to send blessings.

Ye Qiange looked confused.

"Don't get in yet." Jiang Rou urged on the side.

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes and followed in a daze.

Murong Qingwan and Jiang Rou followed, looking at the two with a smile.

"Quick, burn incense and pray for blessings, and ask the Bodhisattva to bless Chan'er to give birth to a dragon son as soon as possible." Murong Qingwan didn't feel Xu Yichan's embarrassment and shyness at all, and said busily.

Xu Yichan and Ye Qiange glanced at each other, bit their lips, and their eyes were like cuts, as if there were ripples.

In fact, this time to come to the Dusty Light Temple was Murong Qingwan's idea.

On the same day, she summoned Xu Yichan and confided her thoughts, and even the date was set, so she couldn't refuse, so she had today's itinerary.

"Husband and wife are of the same heart, and the benefits are broken, and it is best for the two of them to be together, so as to show sincerity."

Jiang Rou added oil and vinegar on the side, sometimes commenting and supplementing Murong Qingwan's opinions.

"It's still Rou Mei's thoughtfulness." Murong Qing praised politely.

The corners of Ye Qiange's mouth twitched, it was just a Bodhisattva, where did the benefits come from?

"To worship the Bodhisattva is to be sincere, never be careless, sincere, the golden stone is open, the Bodhisattva is compassionate, and will bless Qiange and Chan'er."

"The Queen Mother is reasonable, Qiange, Chan'er, you bow together, don't slack off."

The two of you come and go, and they are very happy.

"Mother, does my brother want to have a little brother with Sister Chan'er?" Seeing this, Britney also joined in.

"Who told the little brother was born?" Jiang Rou was curious, she had never told her these things.

"Brother said that." Xiao Tiantian sold Ye Qiange without knowing it.

In ancient times, people were silent about giving birth to children, and rarely explained it.

When a child asks, he either diverts his attention and prevaricates, or he makes up a random excuse to confuse the public, for example, you picked it up from outside, you jumped out of a crack in a rock, and so on.

Jiang Rou and Xu Yichan had strange eyes, and glared at Ye Qiange a few times with dissatisfaction.

"He's talking nonsense." Jiang Rou hugged Xiao Tiantian, "In the future, stay away from your brother, don't be spoiled by him." ”

"Well, Tiantian knows."

At this time, in the eyes of several people, Ye Qiange seemed to have become a tireless bad brother.

The flesh on his face twitched a few times, and he was very embarrassed.

Spread my hands, I feel that I have been wronged.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Following Murong Qingwan and Jiang Rou's instructions, the two burned incense together, bent down and bowed together, and inserted incense into the incense altar together.

After the ceremony, everyone went out of the Guanyin Hall and went to other Buddha halls.

But instead of burning incense and worshipping the Buddha, it was Murong Qingwan and Jiang Rou, who would burn incense and worship every time they encountered a temple, which was very pious.

Going around and around, most of the temple of the Dust Light Temple has gone.

The sun is shining, it is very warm and warm, and some of them are shaken by the bamboo willows and fall to the ground, forming mottled light and shadow.

"Your Majesty, the meal is also ready, please." It was noon, and Abbot Xuanhui came to whisper.

Xu Yichan bowed her head lightly, didn't say anything, and followed Xuan Hui to the courtyard on the side.

The courtyard is very elegant, at the gate of the courtyard, there is a boulder, and there is a mirror on the book.

"The heart is a Bodhi tree, as a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." Xu Yichan smiled and said, "The name of this hospital is Mingjing, which is quite Zen. ”

"Yes, there have been many sages living in this Spiegel Academy, including literati and scholars, great Confucian heroes, generals and ministers, and even first-class emperors." Murong Qingwan said with a smile, "Today, I have time, and it is a rare beautiful thing to be able to live here. ”

"The Queen Mother praised it." Abbot Xuan Hui smiled, but there was a pride in his heart.

This Spiegel Temple has a lot of origin, hundreds of years ago, there were monks who attained the Tao, built a tent here to feel the profound Buddhism, and built a temple here, becoming today's Chenguang Temple.

And the place where the monks set up a tent for epiphany is the location of the Spiegel Temple.

Ye Qiange smiled and said, "I have heard another Zen poem, which is also quite Zen and Buddhist, and it is similar to the Zen poem in His Majesty's mouth. ”

After that, everyone's eyes looked over, faintly revealing a hint of expectation.

"The prince can vomit as fast as he can."

A smile rose at the corner of Abbot Xuanhui's mouth, and his eyes were not shocked.

There are not many Zen poems, and the good poems that imply Zen Buddhism are even rarer, for thousands of years, Buddhism has declined several times, and has flourished several times, compared to the martial arts, it is more bumpy, and sometimes it is attacked and suppressed, resulting in a very small number of Zen poems and Zen texts.

"Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where is the dust."

Ye Qiange recited this Zen poem that was widely circulated in later generations.

After groaning, everyone was stunned, and their expressions were stagnant.

This poem is indeed similar to the Zen poem in Xu Yichan's mouth, the first two sentences are very similar, but the Zen meaning contained in it is not the same.

"Wonderful!"

Abbot Xuan Hui was the first to react, and did not hide his love for this poem.

"Amitabha, I never imagined that the prince was still proficient in Buddhism, forgive the old man for being clumsy and not noticing for a while." Abbot Xuanhui gave a Buddha name.

"This poem was not written by this king, but only by hearsay, and it was dictated on behalf of this king."

Ye Qiange snorted, he didn't know anything about Buddhism, at most he remembered a few Zen poems, and a few Zen stories.

"Does the prince know who wrote this poem?"

"A high monk."

"Do you know its legal name?"

"Huineng."

Abbot Xuanhui frowned, thought for a long time, and sighed, the person who can make such poems, the old man has never heard of it, he is really ashamed.

He nodded, his expression was lonely, slightly slanky, but the meaning of commenting on the poem was still blazing.

"Your Majesty's poems, always wipe diligently, don't make dust, Master Shenxiu cultivates his mind with this, sees his heart clearly, and his heart must be like a mirror, always nourishing his nature, always wiping, and not being confused by appearances."

"And the prince's poems directly point to the nature and analyze the root of Buddhism, which is emptiness, everything is empty, where does dust come from?"

"If the former is the first enlightenment, the latter is the thorough enlightenment, the transcendent enlightenment."

......

A few people listened while walking, Xu Yichan's eyes were slightly slanted, and she glanced at Ye Qiange, her eyes were bright and meaningful.

"Who is Huineng?"

"A high monk." Ye Qiange rolled his eyes and couldn't help sweating.

This poem is indeed written by Huineng, and this king is not lying to you.

"How did you meet?"

Ye Qiange was speechless, the ghost knew him, he sighed, his face was cold, and his tone was vicissitudes, "He saved me in a ruined temple......"