Wang Yi snorted: "What master, you may have misunderstood what I meant, I mean, is it really okay to say this in the temple?" ”

When he said this, Wang Yi was still very embarrassed to look at the old monk, and at the same time did not forget to say: "Master, this Buddhism is pure, is it really okay for you to instigate me like this?" ”

The old monk laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, didn't you tell the donor?" In addition to the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, my Buddhism also has Vajra's angry eyes. ”

Wang Yi shook his head: "I really haven't heard of this." ”

The old monk smiled lightly: "So, at this point, you don't have as much wisdom as Lord Chen." ”

Wang Yi knew that the old monk was talking about Chen Qiang, and he had also heard Ding Gang say that Chen Qiang had been praised by the old monk and the little monk more than once.

The old monk sighed, as if he was talking to himself: "Donor, I don't know if you have heard a word. ”

Wang Yi was puzzled: "What? ”

The old monk pointed to the location of his heart: "The Buddha is in the heart, but the Buddha is not in the temple." Let what you say fall into the sky, but if you are not firm in your heart, what should you do? You can write down this sentence, and whenever you can't control yourself, you can think about it. ”

Wang Yi nodded confusedly.

The old monk sighed, and whispered softly in his mouth: "The so-called from small to old from old to young, it is still difficult for the old and the young to be thousands of times, as long as you see the sincerity of your sex, and you look back, it is the spiritual mountain." ”

Wang Yi blinked and didn't understand what it meant, and the old monk smiled: "This is a sentence that the poor monk likes more." ”

Wang Yi sighed: "Didn't you say it yourself, master?" ”

The old monk waved his hand: "No, how can a poor monk have such an awareness, these words are all from Journey to the West." ”

Wang Yi was stunned: "Journey to the West can also practice?" ”

The old monk said softly: "Of course, cultivation exists in all things in the world, a flower, a grass, a book, you can practice, it just depends on what kind of attitude you use to treat it." For example, in the Journey to the West, the laity like to study the status and strength of the characters in the book, and the dark like to use the mentality of mortals and dirty people to figure out the behavior of the immortals, and monks like poor monks are more likely to see the meaning of cultivating the mind from the book. At this point, the donor is not as good as Chen Qiang's donor. ”

Wang Yi smiled: "Of course it can't be compared, Brother Chen Qiang is the person with the highest ideological consciousness I have ever seen." ”

The old monk smiled even more happily.

Wang Yi looked at the old monk, I don't know why, every time the old monk laughed, Wang Yi felt doubly cordial.

That feeling is as if the old monk and himself are all the way, and they are similar to the same kind of people.

It's not that Wang Yi didn't doubt whether he was hallucinating, but no matter how he corrected his mentality, when he got along with the old monk, Wang Yi felt the resonance from his body and mind.

"Those words of the poor monk just now, if the donor thinks it is useful, you can keep it in your heart, and read it more when you are fine, even if you don't understand the meaning, you can be familiar with it, and it is still useful to the donor."

The old monk spoke again, and Wang Yi nodded reverently and wrote it down.

The two chatted for a while, and all the old monk said was related to Zen Buddhism, and more than once, the old monk mentioned the cultivation of the mind.

In the words of the old monk, the so-called cultivation is the cultivation of the mind.

Why do you always say that you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Why do good people who have done good deeds all their lives fall forever after doing a bad deed? The main thing is that there is a change in mentality.

One thought to become a Buddha, one thought to become a demon, this is the truth, not because the wicked kill too much, use these words to influence him, but the state of mind, only if you really learn to be good, this is what the monks are pursuing.

The old monk said very seriously, and Wang Yi was very confused when he heard it.

In the end, Wang unconsciously uttered a common saying: "In other words, this thought is the key to cultivation." It's like there is a saying that a virgin is out of order, and it is better to be a good prostitute? Is that what it means? ”

In a word, the old monk was stunned.

Wang Yi immediately realized that it was a little inappropriate for him to say this, no matter how he said it, this is also the realm of the temple and the Buddhist family, if you talk about other people's precepts, isn't that a fight?

No, Wang Yi hurriedly apologized, and the old monk waved his hand lightly and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, the poor monk just said, the Buddha is in his heart, and the Buddha is not in the temple." ”

Wang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the old monk didn't care.

After chatting for a while, the king saw that the time was almost up, so he said goodbye to the old monk.

Before leaving, the old monk took Wang Yi's hand and said that although Wang Yi was not as wise as Chen Qiang, Wang Yi was willing to listen to his nonsense carefully, and although he did not have Huigen, he was willing to be kind.

After a nice remark, the king was very embarrassed.

This is not, even if Wang Yi wants to mention lustful thoughts to the old monk, he doesn't know how to say it.

When a person is so old, what should he do if he talks about the bad things he did in vain, and then makes the old monk faint?

For various considerations, Wang Yi did not say.

In fact, Wang Yi is also confused, if the old monk will be angry because of this matter, he will also be blind to practice all his life.

Bidding farewell to the old monk, Wang Yi wanted to go back to his meditation room.

The old monk was very polite and asked Yinian to send Wang Yi, and also said that Yinian would take Wang Yi around the backyard and then go.

Yi Nian didn't have any opinions, so he naturally agreed, but Wang Yi was very strange, what does this mean? Take a long detour? Or did it mean that the day after tomorrow appeared on the bloody day, and he couldn't come out, and the old monk let himself walk the bend in advance?

I couldn't figure it out left and right, so Wang Yi could only follow a thought.

Yi Nian is indeed an honest man, he took Wang Yi around the backyard, and walked around the front and back of each senior brother's room.

However, just when Wang Yi felt bored, suddenly, he didn't pay attention to his feet, stepped on a hard object in the grass, couldn't stop the sound, turned over and fell to the ground, if it wasn't for a quick hand to help Wang Yi, I'm afraid that Wang Yi would fall to the sky.

Standing firm, Wang Yiyi kept thanking him, bowing his head and muttering something, hard and slippery.

Complaining, Wang Yi squatted down and searched in the grass, and this search, the person was stunned.

He was in the grass and pulled out a wine bottle.

Looking at the bottle, it was still the wine I brought from the mall before.

All of a sudden, Wang Yi was stunned and opened his mouth; "This..."

Wang Yi looked up at Yi Nian, and Yi Nian was very curious and asked Wang Yi what he was looking at.

Wang Yi hurriedly shook his head and said no, and at the same time, his heart became more and more curious.

Why are wine bottles hidden behind the monks' houses? Could it be that there are monks in the temple who have secretly drunk alcohol?

Thinking of the old monk deliberately letting Yi Nian take him away after the fight, Wang Yi suddenly figured out something.

That is the old monk who knew about this, and he deliberately told himself through a thought?

But how did the old monk know that he had lost something?

Wait a minute...

Wang Yi put down the wine bottle and rummaged in the grass again, which made Yi Nian even more puzzled and asked Wang Yi what he was doing.

Wang Yi didn't answer, but after looking for a while, he found not only empty wine bottles, but also temporary packaging bags, chicken bones and other garbage.

Looking at the quantity, it is almost the same as the ones you lost, this is stolen by the monk.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi couldn't help but have a somewhat complicated emotion, and he didn't know what to say.

Until a thought urged him, he threw away the garbage again and followed a thought.

The two of them wandered around for a while, and in the early hours of the morning, they came back to the meditation room.

In front of the door, Wang Yi and Yi Nian said goodbye, pushed the door into the meditation room, the oil lamp was on, and the mess in the house had been cleaned up.

Almost all of the people who drank were asleep at this time, except for Chen Qiang, who was sitting there, lighting a cigarette and smoking, while smoking, looking at his daughter on the bed with kind eyes.

Hearing the voice, Chen Qiang turned around, and when he saw Wang Yilai, the expression on his face moved.

Wang Yi walked over to the bedside and greeted Chen Qiang: "Brother Chen Qiang, you haven't slept yet?" ”

Chen Qiang snorted, but after all, he couldn't hold back and asked Wang Yi: "Wang Yi, come here, I have something to tell you." ”

Wang Yi blinked, but still put down the work of shaking the quilt, got up and came to the door of the meditation room with Chen Qiang.

The two of them went out, and among the sleeping people on the bed, Jiang Yun, who was pretending to be asleep, sat up, stared at the door with a faint gaze, and said in his heart Could it be that in addition to Wang Yi, Chen Qiang also found out about his own affairs?