Qingqing was sent to Luoyang by Shen Qiu before the Suzhou War, and stayed there for most of the month.

Later, Shen Qiu was taken captive, and she went to Qilu for more than a month, counting half a month of return.

It has been more than three months since Qingqing left Suzhou.

She left in June, just before the summer arrived.

It's already September and October when I come back, and it's already autumn.

The post road outside Suzhou is full of withered yellow leaves, a gust of wind blows, rolls up the leaves and flies in the air, looking at the almost bare branches in front of you, but there is a feeling of autumn bleakness.

Qingqing returned to Suzhou, mainly for himself and his senior brother, and to worship Master Lu Unruly.

Lu Unruly's birthday is in August, and it has long passed.

His death date is in June, but it is far from coming.

"That Sumeru Monastery was originally the courtyard of a wealthy merchant in Suzhou, and it was also outside the city, not far from the Luoyue Qintai.

After thanking Senior Brother Mustard, the poor monk asked Heluo to help the brothers and send you to Qintai to worship your master. ”

In a wide carriage, the monk who changed into a monk's robe and lit incense said to Qingqing beside him:

"The poor monk will stay in Suzhou for half a month, if Qingqing wants to go back to Luoyang with the poor monk, then come to the Zen Monastery to find me."

"Hmm."

Qingqing nodded, and the wind and the little bird of purple lightning in her arms quacked.

They have been developed into bad habits by Qingqing, and they bark when they are hungry.

Eat irregularly and overeat.

The little junior sister listened to the persuasion of the prodigal monk, and made up her mind to "lose weight" for these two little fat birds.

This is the blood of the crested eagle.

If you can't fly into the sky in the future, you can only flutter on the ground, that is really ridiculous and generous.

Not long after, the carriage guarded by the boxers of the Heluo Gang stopped outside the gate of the Sumeru Zen Temple.

After the war in Suzhou, only a few cooks and a few novices who came to Suzhou with the mustard monk were left in this Zen monastery, and the rest of the servants were dismissed.

The huge manor, it is definitely not enough to rely on such a few people to maintain and repair, and inside and out, it reveals a slightly depressed atmosphere.

The monk himself went and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door of the monastery opened, but it was not a novice, but a young man in a gray monk's robe, with a handsome face and a scribe's hair, and an extraordinary demeanor.

He also held a folding fan in his hand, swinging it back and forth in his hand.

This should have been a very chic action, but with his gray cloth monk's robe, it was strange to look at.

"Ah, it's you."

Zhang Lan saw that the person who came was another monk, so he turned around impatiently and wanted to leave, but he saw Qingqing getting off the carriage again, and the swinger was interested again.

He leaned against the door and said to Qingqing:

"What a beautiful little girl, come, let my brother draw you a beauty... Uh, it's good to draw Zhang Danqing's painting? ”

Qingqing didn't know Zhang Lan.

But the prodigal monk knew, and he also knew the intersection between Zhang Lan and Shen Qiu, so the prodigal monk pronounced the Buddha's horn and whispered to the hippie smiling Zhang Lan:

"This girl is Shen Qiu Shaoxia's junior sister, Zhang Lan's don't want to harass her."

"Ahh Shen Qiu's unrighteous rammer's sister? ”

Zhang Lan's eyes widened, he looked at Qingqing, and he said indignantly:

"Young Master Ben can be regarded as having saved your senior brother, but when Young Master Ben was in trouble, Shen Qiu was ungrateful, not only did he not help Young Master Ben speak, but he also threw Young Master Ben in this broken yard like this!

Young Master Ben has been imprisoned for more than three months, and he is annoyed by that mustard monk all day long, and he is going crazy!

Since you are his junior sister, then Shen Qiu's mistakes will be paid for by you..."

"Zhang Lan!"

Before the words of the Seven Peerless Sons were finished, a gentle voice came from the depths of this deciduous courtyard.

"Don't be noisy!

Go to the Buddha hall and write the "Ranga Sutra" three times... Also, the few female benefactors around you who don't want to leave, I will allow them to stay in the monastery.

But don't let them re-enter the Buddha hall and disturb the peace! ”

"Shh

Zhang Lan, who was still aggressive just now and wanted to find trouble with Qingqing, after hearing this gentle voice, he fell down at a speed visible to the naked eye like a deflated balloon.

He glared at Qingqing and said:

"If your senior brother still has a little conscience, he should come to save Young Master Ben from the sea of suffering as soon as possible, Amitabha... Bah! It is a sin and a sin to be influenced by that bald donkey. ”

Zhang Lan patted her mouth, snorted at Qingqing again, then stood on tiptoe, got up lightly, and stepped firmly on the branch behind her.

In a flash, he disappeared.

Run faster than any monkey.

"Wow, that's a great light skill."

Qingqing learned phantom footwork, and naturally knew how powerful Zhang Lan's hand was to swim freely, among the people she had seen, in addition to the enemy of the village, it was this crazy Zhang Lan who had the best light skills.

The senior brother didn't tell her in detail about the Suzhou War, so she naturally didn't know about the grievances between Shen Qiu and Zhang Lan.

Over there, the monk had already stepped forward and talked to the mustard monk who had come to greet him.

"In this Zen courtyard, can the senior brother still live comfortably?"

The monk asked with a smile.

The mustard monk is still the same as before, wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, with short gray stubble, half of his face is as gentle as a Buddha, but half of his face is full of scars, like a terrible ghost.

He clasped his hands together and said to the monk:

"Naturally, it's comfortable to live in, but I hate my brother and sister, it costs too much, and this house is also a big exaggeration, which really makes me feel uneasy."

"What did Senior Brother say?"

The Lang Monk held the arm of the Mustard Monk and said:

"This house is not just for the senior brother, the last time the poor monk went to visit the masters of Nirvana Temple, the Yuanfa Zen Master wanted to promote Buddhism in the south of the Yangtze River, which is a great thing.

When the Yuanfa Zen Master comes to Suzhou in the coming year, he can live in this Sumeru Monastery and do not have to look elsewhere. ”

"If the great monks of Nirvana Temple want to live in Suzhou for a long time, then this courtyard is naturally timely."

Lang Seng said seriously:

"The land south of the Yangtze River is rich and stable, but only Buddhism is not prosperous, and there are many evil demons and foreign ways under many banners, harming sentient beings in vain.

Nirvana Temple is in Lin'an, although it is not far from Suzhou.

But the poor monks also want to see that the compassion of our Buddha can spread in the south of the Yangtze River. ”

"That's right."

The mustard monk also sighed lightly and said no more.

The Lang Monk beckoned to Qingqing, who was standing not far away, and said:

"Qingqing, come here, I'll introduce Senior Brother Mustard Seed for you."

"Oh."

Hearing the call of the prodigal monk, the little junior sister straightened her clothes and walked over.

When she took a few steps closer, the mustard monk saw Qingqing's energetic face, and the rosary in his hand suddenly slowed down a little.

He looked at Qingqing, especially Qingqing's eyes full of aura.

The mustard monk's lips moved, but in an instant they returned to normal.

This was noticed by the monk Lang, and he hurriedly asked:

"Senior brother, but you're not in good health?"

"Well, these days, I have occasional heart palpitations."

The mustard monk rubbed his heart and covered up the past.

He said a few words to the monk Lang, but his attention was always on Qingqing.

Qingqing also looked at this mustard master.

The staggered knife marks on half of his face really startled Qingqing.

She couldn't help but wonder, what kind of thing happened to this seemingly amiable master when he was young to make him what he is now?

However, since he came to thank the mustard seed monk for saving his brother's life, Qingqing politely offered a few Buddhist gifts.

It was all prepared for her by the prodigal monk.

"Thank you to the master for saving my senior brother, my senior brother has traveled far recently and can't come back, so I will send a thank you gift for the master on his behalf."

Qingqing is still quite polite when she gets down to business.

She grew up beside Yaoqin since she was a child, and naturally she also learned everyone's beautiful style.

The mustard monk smiled and lifted Qingqing, and he said:

"Shen Qiu's donor is chivalrous, and he also does good deeds on weekdays, and he is blessed, and the young girl does not need to be polite. In the past, there were few guests in this temple, but today it is rare to have friends. ”

He turned to the monk and said:

"Hate the life of the junior brother, and the young girl, come with me, prepare a meal today, and have the right to be lively.

That Zhang Lan Gongzi, there are several female dependents around him, and he makes good snacks.

The young girl will definitely like it too. ”

The Lang Monk originally came to have a good relationship with the Mustard Monk, so naturally he would not refuse.

Qingqing hesitated.

She said to the mustard monk:

"In the afternoon, I have to go to the Falling Moon Qintai, so I won't eat at the master's place, right?"

"Huh?"

The mustard monk who was walking back stopped, a trace of worry and doubt flashed in his eyes, he looked at Qingqing, and said:

"Qingqing girl, what are you doing on the Falling Moon Qintai?"

Qingqing told the master about worshipping the master and his relationship with the Falling Moon Merchant Workshop.

The mustard monk nodded, he thought about it, and Fuer smiled and said:

"When I first arrived in Suzhou, I heard that the owner of the Falling Moon Qintai played a good piano song. I liked it, so I thought I'd visit it in a few days.

It just so happens that these days, I have been a little bored in the Zen monastery, why don't you do this, after eating fast and resting for a while, I will send the young girl to the piano platform, okay? ”

"Hate the life of the junior brother, you can also accompany you to protect the safety of the young girl."

This makes sense.

The monk also knows that this mustard monk does like qin music, and Yaoqin's piano skills are also very famous in Suzhou, so there is nothing wrong with thinking about it.

Qingqing didn't think there was a problem either.

Hearing the mustard monk praise Sister Yaoqin, she felt honored.

When the three of them arrived in the hall of the Zen temple, the mustard monk said that he wanted to discuss Buddhism with the monk Lang, and he went to get a few scriptures, so he hurried back to the wing, and even hurried with light work.

Between the fluttering robes, the toes flashed over the flowers, and Zhang Lan, who was copying scriptures in the Buddhist hall next to him, widened his eyes.

He was imprisoned in this Zen monastery for more than three months, and he didn't know that this mustard monk, who was always doing things slowly, still had such a good skill.

Look at the light and full of Zen appearance, isn't it the Buddhist body method of Nirvana Temple, crossing the river with a reed?

"Smack"

The mustard monk returned to the meditation room and reflexively closed the door.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the wooden box where the scriptures were kept, took them out, and placed them on the table at hand, treating them with a motion that had never been so rough.

There were also muscle twitches on that face, which made half of the scarred face twist and look even more hideous.

In the deepest part of the chest, he pulled out a scroll of the finest paintings, which were held in a bag made of fine fabric, apparently the beloved possession of the Mustard Seed Monk.

He slowly unfolded the scroll in front of his eyes.

On that scroll, there is a picture of a Danqing lady, with delicate brushwork and lifelike figures.

The painting depicts a woman in palace costume, sitting by a pavilion by the lake, holding a beauty fan decorated with pearl and jade tassels.

Of course, the point is not how beautiful the picture of the lady is, how elegant the lady is, but how the woman's face and eyes are.

It is several points similar to Qingqing.

"Ahh

The mustard monk pronounced the Buddha's name, stretched out his hand and stroked the woman on the scroll in front of him, his eyes were full of regret and pain that he couldn't let go.

After a while, the mustard monk put away the scroll and put it back away.

He picked up a few scriptures casually, and the Nirvana True Qi in his body circulated around his eyes for a week, and then erased the abnormality of his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and with the gentle smile on his face again, he pushed open the door and walked into the monastery again with that unhurried attitude.

took him back to the pavilion where Qingqing and the monk were located, and heard Qingqing ask curiously:

"Master Mustard, Master Hate said that in addition to the profound Dharma, you are also good at piano music?"

"yes."

The mustard monk smiled at Qingqing, that face was terrifying, but the gentleness on the other half of his face made Qingqing feel like a spring breeze.

He said:

"When I didn't enter the empty door, I also liked the piano music, and when I entered the empty door, I wanted to devote myself to the Buddha.

Master taught me that practicing Buddhism is not in conflict with a hobby, and if playing the qin music can calm my mind, then it is beneficial to practicing Buddhism, and this hobby will be retained. ”

"Brother Mustard's piano skills are as superb as his Dharma."

The monk smiled and said:

When Qingqing was in Luoyang, she pestered Shiyin's niece, saying that she wanted to learn the piano, but Shiyin herself was also a half-ass, how could she teach her?

However, Qingqing grew up with Yaoqin since she was a child, and she has a lot of insight into the appreciation of piano music.

Why don't you play a song for Qingqing? ”

"Okay."

The mustard monk smiled, and then went to get the guqin, this guqin is called Duyou, it is an antiquity, and I don't know where the mustard monk found it.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the pavilion and plucked the strings without finger covers.

A song of palace sound "Dead Wood Zen" is far away and quiet, quite light and spiritual, seems to have a Zen rhythm, and secretly coincides with the withering glory of all things, and the monks who listened nodded again and again.

It's just that Qingqing, who has listened to Yaoqin playing the piano since she was a child, frowned slightly.

It's not that Master Mustard Seed doesn't play the piano well, but in terms of technique alone, Master Mustard Seed's piano skills are really extraordinary.

The only deficiency, or slight flaw.

It is the wisp of confusion conveyed in this piano sound.

Qingqing heard Yaoqin say that when playing the piano, the mood must change with the qin song in order to play the true meaning of the qin song, and with the technique of the mustard master, it is impossible not to understand this.

It's just that I don't know what happened to cause this mustard monk to look calm on the outside, but in fact...

The Zen mind is in turmoil.