"Childe, you're here!"

Su Muqing only nodded, then continued to talk to the boss of the printing shop, and said: "If there are any new clues and progress in this operation, tell me in time." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After hearing Su Muqing's order, the boss of the printing shop did not answer immediately, but made eye contact with Su Wensheng before replying, "Okay, son." ”

"Also, that Confucian student Li Yuze, don't let him come again in the future."

Although the boss of the printing shop didn't know why Su Muqing gave such an order, now he could only agree and help his son with these inconsequential little things, so he didn't hesitate at all, so he decisively agreed to Su Muqing.

Han Hui and others set off from the sealed house, all the way to the west, because the empty view of the temple is not far from the closed house, so it only took them a moment to come to the empty view of the temple.

The empty view temple is surrounded by lush forests and bamboos, when entering the inside, you can see the ancient wood towering to the sky and the ancient temple of the temple, its environment is quiet, it is very suitable for living in this retreat, and its Buddha hall is around the wall, on its east and west doors, you can see the murals painted by Yuan Ziang of the Zhou people.

When the carriage came to the door of the Kongguan Temple, Feng Yandao and Han Huo also immediately dismounted, and handed over the horse to the entourage, and the abbot of the Kongguan Temple, who was waiting in front of the door to greet them, saw them coming, and Feng Yandao said a few words, at this time, after the entourage brought the stool, the old lady Feng poked her head out and stepped on the stool to get off the carriage with the help of Feng Yandao.

Led by the abbot of Kongguan Temple, they entered the temple and followed the avenue to the main hall of the Buddhist temple.

There is a majestic Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall, there is an incense burner under it, and after the others have retreated to the side, Mrs. Feng knelt on her knees, holding the Buddha incense and worshipping three times reverently.

After worshipping and offering incense, Feng Yandao stepped forward to help the old lady up, and the abbot of the temple said to the old lady Feng: "The old lady has been tired all the way, the meditation room has been prepared, you can go and take a rest." ”

"It's really an abbot, I came today, I want to stay in your temple for a little longer, I don't know if it's convenient?"

"The old lady is polite, Feng Gongzi has already told the old man in advance, our temple is full of incense, and thanks to the favor of Lord Feng before his death."

"There's an abbot of Lao."

"Huikong, you lead the old lady and Feng Gongzi to the meditation room."

As soon as the little novice standing behind the abbot heard the master's command, he immediately stood up and answered, "Yes, master." ”

Subsequently, Huikong led Mrs. Feng and the others to the meditation room, because his height was slightly lower than Han Hui, so Han Hui, who was walking beside him, stroked his bald head with his hand from time to time.

Huikong saw Han Huo stroking his bald head, but he actually strongly refused in his heart, but he still walked in front respectfully and politely to lead the way, but in the end, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he shouted at Han Huo: "Don't touch people's heads again!" ”

"No, don't you think your head is so smooth?"

Huikong's eyebrows were twisted together, and he snorted at Han Huo, and then after running forward a few steps, he continued to lead the way, and Han Huo chased after him, at this time, Old Madam Feng and Feng Yandao smiled when they saw this scene.

After coming to the meditation room, Mrs. Feng sat down, and Feng Yandao also stood aside to accompany the old lady, at this time Huikong said: "If the donor has any needs, even if he orders, Huikong and the scriptures arranged by the master have not been copied, and Huikong will retire first." ”

Seeing that Huikong was so cute and polite, Mrs. Feng said to her, "Trouble the little master to lead the way." ”

"You're welcome!"

Huikong walked out of the meditation room, and then gently closed the door.

"Brother Feng, then I'll go out for a walk!"

"Don't run around, get a monk to show you the way, you know?"

"I know, Brother Feng!"

After Han Huo finished speaking, he walked out of the room, and then gently closed the door, and when he walked out, Huikong had not gone far, and then Han Huo chased after him.

"Hey! Little Master Huikong. ”

"Donor, there is a ......" Huikong turned around and saw that it was Han Hui, and immediately turned around again to continue walking, and said to Han Hui, "Why did you chase after you?" ”

"That's right, I told Brother Feng that I was going out for a walk, and he asked me to find a monk in the temple to guide the way, in case I wandered around and got into trouble."

"Then look for it, I still have scriptures to copy!"

"Little Master Huikong, why don't you take me on a tour of this temple?"

"Didn't I say it, I still have some studies to do!"

"Is your master in a hurry to hand in the scriptures you asked you to copy?"

"I'm not in a hurry."

Han Huo put his arm around Huikong's shoulders at this time and said, "Since you're not in a hurry, then help me show the way, little master!" ”

At this time, Huikong stopped moving forward, turned around and said to Han Hui, "Don't touch my head again in the future." ”

"Okay, little master, I promise you."

"My name is Huikong, don't call me little master in the future, Master said that all beings are equal, and I am just the guide of the donor."

"Little ...... Huikong, my name is Han Hui, don't call me a donor in the future. ”

"Okay, Han Hui."

After that, Huikong saluted Han Huo with one palm, and Han Huo replied with one, and then Huikong turned around again and led Han Huo to take a tour in the Kongguan Temple.

"I didn't expect that the Kongguan Temple is quite big."

"Of course, the bamboo forest behind the scripture building is bigger, and there is no wall there, I'll take you there."

So, Huikong took Han Huo and walked in the direction of the bamboo forest behind the Tibetan scripture building.

"No walls? Isn't the abbot afraid that you will sneak out? ”

"Don't be afraid, Master once said that Buddhism is to go out in order to get true."

"I don't understand!"

"Master also said that if there is a Buddha in the heart, everywhere is a place of cultivation, and only by not setting up walls for yourself can you seek a vast world."

At this time, Han Huo was no longer listening to Huikong's speech, but looked into the distance with his eyes wide open, as if he was attracted by something.

"Huikong, look, how can there be a person with a sword there, isn't it a bad person?"

"Let me take a look......" As soon as Huikong heard Han Huo say that there was a bad guy holding a sword in Kongguan Temple, he followed Han Hui's pointing and looked at it, and then continued: "The one holding the sword is not a bad person, he is Uncle Xingyun." ”

"He's your uncle? He doesn't seem to have shaved his hair! ”

"Uncle Xingyun is a cultivator."

"I see, he turned out to be your uncle, then we should go and say hello!"

"I can't go, Uncle Xingyun is very fierce."

"Have you ever been with him?"

"No, the other senior brothers all said that he was very fierce, so I never dared to get close to him."

As Huikong spoke, Han Hui walked over.

"Han Hui, don't go over!"

Han Huo didn't listen to Huikong's advice, he still walked over, and his pace was just like his usual walking, and he didn't feel afraid and slowed down.

At this time, Xingyun is dancing the sword, although he is wearing a monk's robe but wearing his hair, his sword dancing footsteps do not have any rules at first glance, just like his name, the clouds are flowing and flowing, pure and natural, without restraint, but carefully examined, but there are rules to follow.

Han Hui, who was watching from the sidelines, saw a wine jug on the ground and thought, "Is it possible that a monk who leads the cultivation can drink?" ”

"Uncle Xingyun, how can you drink in the temple?"

At this time, Xingyun took a quick step, and with a swing of the sword, the blade of his sword had already reached the tip of Han Hui's throat, which made Huikong stunned, and Han Huo was even more frightened to the point that his legs were weak.

"Uncle Xingyun, don't!"

Huikong ran over, and at this time, Xingyun held a sharp sword in his hand, and gently turned to the sword peak that stayed at the tip of Han Hui's throat, and then shaved Han Hui's jade pendant from his waist and picked it up.