The monk also noticed the change in Ji Yu's mood, but he didn't care about it, and smiled: "The donor doesn't want to say it, and the poor monk doesn't force it, but the poor monk wants to give the donor a piece of Buddha's fate, I don't know if the donor dares to accept it?"

Ji Yu raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you dare?"

The monk looked up at the huge silhouette towering in the darkness and the stars and moon, and said, "The snow scene of Tianmen Mountain is extremely beautiful, and the Nine Emperor Princes should go to see it tomorrow." ”

Ji Yu was stunned, looked up at the sky, and found that the abbot of Yiyang Temple was extremely accurate, and it would indeed snow heavily tomorrow.

Although Yiyang Temple is a famous temple in Western Chu, but in the ethereal heavenly way, how many people can there be to observe the sky?

Just as he was thinking like this, the monk had already stepped on the candlelight, and in a trance, the soles of his feet bloomed with brilliant lanterns.

"When you come, you are happy and you are worried, and if you walk in the world empty, it is better not to come or go, and there is no joy and no worries. ”

The monk's voice came ethereal.

Ji Yu looked at this scene and listened to that sentence, his expression was a little dazed, and his thoughts were dazed.

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Walking back by the candlelight of the corridor, Ji Yu was a little distracted, he kept thinking about what Abbot Wuyang's last words meant, could it be that he saw through his identity?

Even if you have achieved the state of mind of observing the heavens, how can you see through reincarnation and transcend the red dust?

Before I knew it, I had already walked to the door of the small courtyard.

The bright moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, and a red dress fell into the moonlight, which was particularly dusty.

Ji Yu retracted his mind and looked at Ling Yue, a little puzzled: "Are you waiting for me?"

Lingyue nodded, looked at the good-looking face very seriously, and asked, "Childe, who are you?"

Ji Yu was a little dazed: "I am your son-in-law Ji Yu, otherwise who else could it be." ”

Lingyue winked playfully and said, "You know that's not what I'm asking. ”

Ji Yu thought for a while and smiled lightly: "I am me, fireworks of different colors." ”

A wisp of spring breeze came, flowing through someone's heart, evoking a little warmth.

Lingyue watched Ji Yu step into the courtyard and walk the back of the court, and smiled sweetly.

The most beautiful thing in life is to be with the person you want to be with, and then to keep up with them and keep trying to live.

Thinking like this, she suddenly drew her sword and danced.

The sword light cut the inky darkness of those nights into countless pieces, and the sword intent crisscrossed and rose, filling the sky above Yiyang Temple.

In a trance, in those sword intents, there was a faint flickering of Buddha light?

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The next day, Xichu ushered in the first heavy snow after Chinese New Year's Eve.

The whole world is white.

Ji Yu, Lingyue, and Ji Qianyun still did not leave Yiyang Temple.

Because Ji Yu climbed the mountain to enjoy the snow in this early morning.

Tianmen Mountain is a famous mountain in Western Chu, majestic and outstanding, but it was split by the more vigorous Chu River.

Legend has it that the Chu River is 8,000 miles long, the vast eastward flow, as long as you follow the Chu River all the way to the east, you can go out of the West Chu Sanhu Prefecture, directly to the vast and boundless, wind and clouds converge in the Longxing Plain.

However, although the Chu people advocate martial arts, they respect the legacy of their ancestor Chu not out of Sanhu Prefecture, so what Long Xingyuan is like, and whether the Chu River is eight thousand miles, most Chu people do not know.

Only a few old guys who had the privilege of watching the outside world in the Shangwu Pavilion knew whether these legends were true or not.

Tianmen Mountain is cut by the Chu River and is divided into two mountains, east and west, or half of the mountain.

The snow was so heavy that it only took a few hours to stain the peaks white.

The green pines on the mountain are green and white, and there is a unique scenery.

After a little recall of the position of the abbot of Wuyang in the corridor last night, the mystery of the thousand cut candlelight, Ji Yu climbed the left peak of Tianmen Mountain.

All the way to the mud, treading the snow.

I remember that when I first entered the mountain gate in my previous life, the first lesson was mountaineering, and I had to study the perseverance of the disciples.

Looking back now, there was obviously a lifetime apart, but it was like yesterday.

Walking and walking, the front gradually winds and turns, there are thousands of turns, and the end is just a green pine, doubtful and there is no way.

Ji Yu was not confused, and still walked forward on the snow.

It's like, the resolute young man in his previous life.

Facing the north wind, covered with snow, I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to the end of the road.

The green pines vaguely spread out to both sides, and a ray of sky light came into view, and the front suddenly opened up.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village, so it is better to be!

A white plain, empty, but at the end of the field of vision, there is a Zen platform.

On weekdays, which Zen lift is not offered in the Zen courtyard, which is like this Zen platform, it actually runs to the top of Tianmen Mountain to wind and sun, and it is inevitable that it will be lonely and lonely.

What's more, this meditation platform is a little broken.

The statue of Guanyin above is also not perfect, and it looks very cold.

As the saying goes, Buddha depends on gold, and people rely on clothes.

Even though Tianmen Mountain is a famous mountain in West Chu, the peak has a unique scenery, and there is an endless stream of tourists at certain times of the year.

But how many people will worship this cold Guanyin statue?

I'm afraid that the money for incense all year round will not be enough to repair this Buddha statue.

But in front of the dilapidated and cold Zen platform and Guanyin statue, there was a little monk the same age as Ji Yu who was sweeping the snow.

Although the little monk is not as beautiful as Ji Yu, he is also carved in pink and jade, and he is cute, even compared to the legendary Bodhisattva's fortune boy.

Ji Yu didn't move forward, but stood on his feet, as if he wanted to see the little monk sweeping the snow?

Each broom of the little monk is very gentle, giving people a sense of elegance, but when the broom falls, it brings up a piece of snow on the ground, like the evening breeze blowing, and the snow drifts away, which has a unique artistic conception.

Just a sweep, it's an inch of quiet place.

There is a different mood.

Of course, Ji Yu knew that this was also the supreme true law of the ethereal heavenly way, but it belonged to Zen Buddhism, and it was called Fang Cun.

The broom stood slightly, the breeze stopped, the little monk stopped sweeping the snow, and folded his hands at Ji Yu: "Amitabha, dare to ask where the donor is coming from and where is he going?"

The meaning of this sentence is very deep and the average person cannot understand it.

But Ji Yu is not an ordinary person after all.

He pondered for a moment and replied, "I have come from heaven and am on my way to the red earth. ”

The meaning of this sentence is also deep.

The little monk was stunned, but it was just a breath, he came back to his senses and smiled gently, like a spring breeze in March: "Walking thousands of miles and seeing the scenery of the world, after all, he is just a spectator, and he can't empathize, and the way he preaches is not the way after all." ”

"It's better to enter the scenery, blow the spring breeze, watch the summer flowers, enjoy the autumn moon, sweep the winter snow, and be friends with the four seasons. ”

When Ji Yu heard this, he laughed loudly: "It's rare to see someone as good as me." ”

The little monk said: "Where is it, the donor's words are serious, the little monk comes from the Fuji small temple, and he is a novice beside the two oblivion abbots, because he is stupid by nature and neglects the Dharma, he was specially punished to come to the west and sweep the twilight snow of this mountain." ”

Ji Yu said: "The heavy snow comes from the world, even if it is a mountain of twilight snow, it is also a corner of the world, the Zen platform has been broken, and Guanyin is not favored." ”

"The heavy snow flooding the meditation platform and burying the Buddha statue are the will of heaven, why is the master persistent?"

The little monk said: "Since the donor has already been robbed into the sea of suffering, he still has to do everything possible to go against the sky, take away and be reborn, out of the sea of suffering, and come to the red dust again, just for the unwillingness in his heart." ”

"You and me, what's the difference, it's just an idiot, just know the sentence 'Fight with the sky, and the fun is endless'. ”