In the blink of an eye, on the eighth day of the second month, Shakyamuni became a monk.

Chu Yu had already returned home, made an appointment with Cao Jia's family, and served the Li family, the Gao family and others to go to the Lianhua Temple to pray for blessings. Zhao Jia's got the news and took his daughter-in-law Jinghui to follow. In addition, there are also Amethyst, Tian, Xiqiu sisters, Han Jiang and others accompanying them.

Cars, sedan chairs, and a mighty procession came out of Cao's house.

Cao Hao was catching up with Xiu Mu and escorting the female dependents. Jiang Jian sorted out the paperwork, and Zhiran was worried about the vegetarian food of Lianhua Temple, and Li Wei and Li Wei followed Cao Hao together.

Although the temples in the city are all doing things, most of them have been set by the daughters of the powerful families, and the courtyards are sealed out, and the people are not allowed to enter and leave at will.

Therefore, they are not afraid of being impacted.

After the female dependents were settled, Cao Hao, Zhiran and Li Wei came out and went to the monk's house to drink tea.

The monk who boiled the tea, the Dharma name Yuankong, was over eighty years old, his eyebrows and beard were white, and he had the appearance of a high monk.

In his early years, he had an order in Qingliang Temple in Jiangning, and he had an old relationship with Zhiran's master, and he also had some friendship with Cao Hao's grandfather.

Although the Cao family has also done things in the capital in the past few years, Yuankong has rarely seen outsiders because of his age, and he has not met Cao Hao yet.

Because of Zhiran for more than half a year, he visited many high-ranking monks, debated Zen with Yuankong several times, and voted for the old monk's deed, so he became the old monk's guest.

met the old monk, Zhiran joined hands, and then introduced Cao Hao and Li Wei.

When he saw Cao Hao, the old monk's gaze became deep; When he saw Li Wei, he was also a little stunned. However, his eyes finally fell on Cao Hao, with a bit of inexplicable inquiry, Cao Hao just felt that there were many people in front of the palace, so he followed Zhiran to hide quietly, and he didn't think about anything else.

Now, he is being stared at by the old monk a little hairy, thinking of the Mongolian Grand Lama.

Listening to the faint sound of the bell, in this antique temple, Cao Hao did not dare to slander the gods, Buddhas and ghosts. That kind of eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts are really deceptive.

For a while, Cao Hao was very conflicted. I hope that the old monk can see through his origin, but I am also afraid that the old monk will see through it.

The water on the small stove was already boiling, but the old monk was in vain.

"Master......" Zhiran looked wrong and said.

The old monk turned around at this time, and Cao Hao felt that the pressure on his body was much less, so he picked up the teacup to hide his gaffe. When I brought it to my mouth, I found that the tea cup was empty.

He straightened up, laughing at himself, and when he raised his eyes again, it was already much more casual.

Zhiran looked at it in his eyes, and there was a little more smile in his eyes.

Although Li Wei's surname jumped out, he had great respect for the elderly people, and An An sat separately and watched the old monk make tea.

The old monk brewed the tea and poured it for everyone.

The room was silent, except for the smell of tea.

Cao Hao is not an expert, and he doesn't have much of a hobby for tea, but after sniffing the fragrance of tea and looking at the tea soup, he still recognizes that this is the winter tea of Yizhou.

The tea garden in Yizhou, although Cao Hao bought it, did not keep a single acre of his own family, and gave it to relatives and friends.

The old monk stays at home, how can he get this tea?

Was it the little monk who bought it from the Thirteenth Elder Brother's Mansion? Cao Hao glanced at Zhiran, but Zhiran also looked at the tea soup, and there was no drink to drink.

Li Wei had already drunk a cup of tea, looked at the teacup, and said with a smile: "This is really too delicate, it can only hold half a mouthful, it's really a cup of tea." ”

The old monk smiled and said to Li Wei: "Master Li, what is big and what is small?" ”

Li Wei was stunned by the question, and sneered: "The master said strangely, how big is this, can't you see it at a glance?" This teapot is big, and the teacup is small, what else can be said about this? ”

The old monk nodded with a smile and said, "Master Li Shi is right, some eyes can see how much this size is, and some can't. The teapot is bigger than the teapot, the kettle is bigger than the teapot, and naturally there are things bigger than the kettle. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people, and it is nothing more than that. ”

Although Li Wei didn't know why the old monk said this, he still smiled and thanked him.

The old monk smiled and said, "Don't thank you, I just hope that Master Li Shi can remember what the old man said today." ”

Li Wei said: "Thank you for the master's advice, the kid wrote it down." ”

Zhiran and Cao Hao listened to each other, but they had different ideas.

Zhiran thought about the old monk's rhetoric to see if it could be compiled into Buddhist books; Cao Hao was thinking about the mystery in the old monk's words, and seemed to be advising Li Wei not to be complacent in the future.

Could it be that the old monk really has some doorways, what can he see?

Cao Hao was still wondering, and he felt that there was a line of sight.

The old monk had already looked at Cao Hao, but he didn't speak immediately.

Cao Hao took the teacup, put it to his lips and drank it all, planning to say a few words and go out first. Tea is good tea, things are good things, but the atmosphere is overwhelming.

Seeing that the old monk's expression was wrong, Zhiran felt a little strange in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "Master, what's wrong?" ”

"Master Cao Shi is not a person in the world." The old monk recited a Dharma name and said.

When Cao Hao heard this, his body froze.

Hitting people does not slap people in the face, and exposing people does not expose shortcomings. Even if I hope that someone can know my different identity and communicate more with myself, but being said directly like this still makes people feel uncertain and can't help but be wary.

Zhiran was still pondering the meaning of the old monk's words, and Li Wei was beside him, and he was already smiling: "Master Mo Fei has also heard the rumors outside, but now there are not many people who think that Cao Ye is a good wealth boy in front of the Guanyin Bodhisattva, so he almost offers incense." As he spoke, his eyes swept to the tea, and said, "By the way, there was a legend that it was a 'tea boy' before, and the left and right were either mortals." ”

When the old monk heard this, he did not deny or affirm Li Wei's statement.

Cao Hao glanced at the old monk, and really had a bit of a heart to solve, and said: "Master, the kid is entangled in mundane affairs, and he has unconsciously fallen into obsession. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Master Cao is not obsessed, but too transparent." If you can see it through, people's hearts will be cold, and you will only know the cold of the wax moon, and there will be no warmth of three springs. ”

Cao Hao listened, opened his left hand, and glanced at the "ground pattern" on it.

That was in the early years when I was a companion in the study, I was pulled by the sixteenth elder brother and wandered around the city. There was a fortune-telling stall on the other side of the drum tower, and everyone boasted of it.

The sixteenth elder brother was curious, so he pulled Cao Hao to go.

When he showed the sixteenth elder brother palmistry, the man only said that he was rich and glorious, and he was a prince. The sixteenth elder brother just smiled and didn't say anything.

Cao Hao didn't believe this in his heart, but he was pulled by the sixteenth elder brother, so he stretched out his hand and let the other party take a look.

The man looked at Cao Hao's palm, pointed to the "ground pattern", shook his head, and sighed.

The sixteenth elder brother was afraid that Cao Hao would feel uncomfortable, so he scolded the man twice, and then pulled Cao Hao away.

Cao Hao's "ground pattern" is much shorter than ordinary people.

Because of this, Cao Haoyuan was also worried that he would really die of illness at the end of Kangxi's fifty-third year or in the spring of Kangxi's fifty-fourth year, as later generations know.

But I have survived, and my heart is much more solid than in the past.

Now that the old monk was reminded of the old things, Cao Hao hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his left hand in front of the old monk: "Great monk, I am just an ordinary person, I cherish my surname and life, I can see through the world, but I can't see through life and death, how to solve it?" ”

The old monk glanced at Cao Hao's palm prints, slowly lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice: "There is no retreat, there is no way to avoid, even if life is death, death is life." Cao Shi is a human being in two lives, don't you know the truth that good and bad depend on each other? Looking at Cao Shi's main aspect, he was originally a premature death, but he only lived because he passed the 'death' pass, and he ......"

Cao Hao listened, but he didn't know whether to be at ease, or to smile bitterly.

Could it be that if you want to live to the end of your life, you have to die and come back to life, and you can't live and die? This is also too tossy people...... * side hall, in front of the Guanyin Buddha statue.

Li smiled and took the sign from Chu Yu's hand and handed it to Gao with both hands.

Gao worshiped the Buddha for a long time, and his mood was much better, he smiled and waved his hand, and said: "You beg, the old woman is buried in half of the earth, what are you asking for this?" ”

Only then did Li respectfully kneel in front of the Buddha and throw a lot.

Above: The Seventh Branch, Zhongji.

He painted a portrait of the ancients "Rengui Returning Home".

There are four sentences under the sign:

In autumn, the geese go to the south, and the red leaves fly all over the courtyard.

The anvil smashed the city, and Jiang Feng watched it in the Li family of Yuji like fire, but he had mixed feelings. Although she is not Wang Baochuan and has not been in the cold kiln for 18 years, the husband and wife got together less and separated more in the early years.

Even if the husband is in Jiangning and in the weaving mansion, the husband and wife respect each other a lot.

Like now, taking care of the eldest grandson and young son together is fun, but it is unthinkable.

She clasped her hands together and secretly prayed that her husband would live a long and safe life and that her children would be healthy.

Li got up after throwing and beckoned the others to come and throw the lot.

Zhao Jia's because of Li's good throw, afraid that he would throw a bad one and touch the moldy head, so he didn't have a branch.

Cao Jia's status is precious, he is not good at acting self-dedicated, and he pays attention to avoidance, so he pushed it away and did not have a sign holder.

Chu Yu then tossed, the forty-fourth branch of the book, Zhongji.

The painting on it is "Tang Tianbao Commenting on Flowers".

Four sentences: The garden is full of spring and new makeup, which means competing for the fragrance of the country. Who is the first in the world, the peony is the crown of flowers.

Although it is only Zhongji, it is a good omen for the spring breeze to be proud, and Chu Yu is also very satisfied.

Then, Jinghui, Tian, Lianqiu and others all threw their own tosses.

The best one is a "lower auspicious", and the rest are mediocre.

It was Han Jiang's turn, but he threw a "down" sign.

The painting on it is "Taibai fishing for the moon".

The following four sentences: The mirage is boundless, and the sky is connected to the sky. or it is blown away by strong winds, and sometimes it still gathers green smoke.

Han Jiang smiled indifferently, put down the signature, got up calmly, and bowed a few times to the statue of Guanyin.

I saw that a monk came over, and said that there were other royal ladies who also came to ask for a sign, and asked if the two ministers would meet, whether they would meet here, or go to the Zhaiyuan to meet.

When Cao Jiashi heard this, he asked, "Which palace's Fujin has arrived?" ”

The monk replied: "It's the great blessing of Prince Jian's mansion and a few side blessings have arrived in ......."

(To be continued)