Xia Wenjin stopped, turned his head, and saw a white-clothed monk standing under the tree, he was in his sixties, with white eyebrows and white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, if it wasn't for a bald head, he really looked like the old man Shouxian who came out of the painting.

Xia Wenjin said: "People outside the master's party also appreciate the wind and moon? ”

The white-clothed old monk raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was smiling, but the treasure was solemn, and he became more and more compassionate, and said: "The world does not distinguish between inside and outside, there is no high or low in the dust, the wind blows on the face, there is a feeling, the moon shines, there is a vision, it is natural, there is no need to look at it!" ”

Xia Wenjin raised her eyebrows, a pair of star-like eyes became brighter, she blinked, and said: "I heard that the color of Buddhism is empty, empty is color, everything is empty, where is the wind and moon?" ”

The white-clothed old monk smiled slightly and said, "Since everything is empty, reward is not rewarded, and if you don't appreciate it, you will be rewarded, why bother with appearances?" ”

Xia Wenjin pursed his lips and snorted lightly: "Sophistry!" ”

The white-clothed old monk is like a smiling world-honored person, unfathomable, and Xia Wenjin is not a Jiaye, her eyes rolled, and said: "What the master said is that the moon is white and the wind is clear, and it is just right to enjoy the moon, so I won't disturb Master Yaxing." As she spoke, she also learned from the monks to perform a prayer.

The white-clothed old monk saluted with one hand and said, "Donor, please!" ”

Xia Wenjin's eyes flashed, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the hand of the white-clothed old monk saluting, and shouted: "Okay, you magic stick, I finally found you!" ”

The white-clothed old monk was startled, and his face was confused: "What does the donor mean?" ”

Xia Wenjin narrowed his eyes, looked at him, and said, "Don't pretend, you fake monk, you can't hide it from me!" ”

The white-clothed old monk opened his eyes wide and said, "Why does the donor say that the old man is a fake monk?" Lao Wei believed in the Buddha and devoted himself to Buddhism, and did not dare to slack off for decades. It is extremely inappropriate for the donor to deduct people's hats so indiscriminately! He tried to break his hand, but Xia Wenjin buckled it tightly, and he didn't break free.

"Devoted to Buddhism, decades?" Xia Wenjin sneered: "Let me ask you, how old are you this year?" ”

The white-clothed old monk said: "If you count according to the secular age, the old man has been a monk at the age of four, and he has been sixty years old, and now there are four out of sixty!" ”

"What a forty out of four! Do you think I'll believe it? ”

The white-clothed old monk smiled bitterly: "Why should the donor be unreasonable, the old man has a lot of wrinkles and white eyebrows, can there still be a fake?" ”

Xia Wenjin suddenly smiled and said, "What the great monk said is that he has a lot of wrinkles, his eyebrows are white, and he looks not young. ”

The white-clothed old monk looked at Xia Wenjin with tolerant eyes, not at all disagreeing, but still looked at her with compassionate eyes, and his voice was gentle: "Can the donor let go of the old man's hand?" ”

Xia Wenjin said: "The moonlight is too bright! ”

The white-clothed old monk wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and said puzzledly: "Donor, what does it have to do with letting go of the old man's hand and the moonlight being too bright?" ”

Xia Wenjin raised his hand, raised it in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "See for yourself!" ”

The old monk in white said curiously: "What's the matter? ”

Xia Wenjin smiled like a flower, his voice was very soft, and said, "Didn't you see it?" ”

Her smile is bright, but her eyes are as bright as if they have absorbed the hours of the sky, as if they can see people's hearts. The white-clothed old monk shook his head.

Xia Wenjin's face turned blank and said, "What are you pretending to be in front of me?" An old monk in his sixties, with a lot of wrinkles, white eyebrows and beards, but his hands are very delicate. ”

The white-clothed old monk was stunned, looked at his hands, suddenly collapsed, and sighed: "Failure! Why are these hands exposed? ”

The treasure just now was solemn, kind and kind-eyed, and the appearance of a steady monk, but with his words, it suddenly disappeared.

Xia Wenjin shook off his hand and snorted, "You are the one who claims to have come here from Bodhi Temple, right?" ”

The white-clothed monk said, "That's right, old man...... cough, the monk is indeed from Bodhi Temple, but where does the word "divine stick" come from? ”

Xia Wenjin said: "It's obviously a young man, but he pretends to be an old monk in his sixties, what is it if he is not a god?" I guess you're not a senior monk of Bodhi Temple, you're a swaggering liar, right? ”

The white-clothed monk almost jumped up: "Donor, you can eat things indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, the monk is from Bodhi Temple!" ”

"Pretend!"

The white-clothed monk turned his eyes a few times, looked around, and then turned his head to Xia Wenjin and said with a grin: "Otherwise, let's talk in another place!" ”

Xia Wenjin squinted at him: "What, do you want to kill people?" ”

The white-clothed monk took a step back and looked surprised: "What did the donor say?" Monks are merciful and do not kill! He smiled wryly, looked left and right again, and said humbly, "Isn't this a wall with ears?" If we are heard, how am I going to stay here? ”

"It's okay to talk in a different place, but can you get rid of those things from your face and show me who you really are?" Xia Wenjin knew that there was a young man in front of him, but he was facing an old monk with white eyebrows and beard, this feeling was too awkward.

The white-clothed monk promised: "Okay, let's go to the roof over there!" ”

He said and walked forward quickly, so fast that Xia Wenjin thought he was going to get rid of her. After that, she watched him use his hands and feet together, jumping on the roof over there like a monkey, and he smiled at Xia Wenjin: "Can you get up?" Do you want me to help? ”

Xia Wenjin snorted arrogantly, although this height is a little, but it is not steep and straight, she wants to go up, there is still a way. She was just worried that the man would escape.

After Xia Wenjin also went up to the roof, the white-clothed monk was still in place, he walked straight on the roof, walking steadily, and then turned on his side, and he arrived at a corner of the eaves.

After Xia Wenjin followed, he found that this is really a good place, this is a high place, with a wide field of vision, but anyone who is close to ten zhang can see clearly. The best part is that it is the corner between the two eaves, and they can see the people below, but if the people below look up, they can't see them.

It seems that this monk really wants to have a good chat with her, or if he still wants to continue to swagger and deceive the past, then Xia Wenjin, who discovered his secret, of course, must be appeased first.

Xia Wenjin found a place, sat down generously, and said, "Can you talk about it now?" ”

The white-clothed monk said: "Poor monk empty Zen, what do you call the donor?" ”

Xia Wenjin rolled his eyes: "Don't be official, be honest!" ”

The Dharma name of empty Zen must be a senior monk in the Bodhi Temple, and this person is just a liar.

The white-clothed monk sighed and said, "Okay, the poor monk is not a monk!" The poor monk also worked as a lay disciple in his early years, and the poor monk had a law called empty Zen, but the poor monk's real name was Mo Qingfeng. ”