Xia Wenjin said: "This kind of thing, it depends on luck!" ”

The other pilgrims didn't know what they were talking about, but they saw the two of them smiling lightly, as if they really didn't take the matter of early death to heart, and couldn't help but sigh that they were young people in the end, and they didn't believe in evil!

Those pilgrims who have untied the signature, some are still in the same place, some have left one after another, with the end of the announcement of Master Mingqing, some people got up directly, and went forward to ask Mingqing Mingxi and other masters of Buddhism, after all, these people are transcendent in the temple, and they are usually rare to see.

Many people even came directly to the empty meditation, but the empty meditation left first.

Xia Wenjin stood up suddenly, and Huangfu Jingchen said, "Where are you going?" ”

Xia Wenjin looked back and smiled: "The opportunity is so rare, of course we also have to learn more Buddhism, otherwise, wouldn't it be like entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed?" ”

Huangfu Jingchen pondered for a moment and smiled: "Together!" ”

The two of them went to Ming Cheng and the other four masters.

They had a clear goal, and the first one to rush at was the abbot Mingcheng.

Master Mingcheng was finishing a Buddhist lecture to a pilgrim, and when he saw the emperor's husband Jingchen Xia Wenjin, he took the initiative to speak: "The two little donors have something to inquire about?" ”

A few people looked back and saw that it was the person who had died prematurely from the previous Master Kongzen, and Master Mingcheng personally invited them, so they got out of the way.

Xia Wenjin stepped forward generously, clasped his hands together, made a Buddhist salute, and said, "Hello master, we are indeed confused and want to come to inquire!" ”

Everyone thought to themselves, these two young people must not believe what Master Kong Chan said, this is to ask Master Mingcheng for verification. They also wanted to hear it, and one by one they either stepped back or stepped forward, all around them not far away.

Master Mingcheng's skinny face and eye sockets were sunken, and compared with the first seat over there, the west hall, and the back hall, it was like a person from two worlds, which was very obvious.

His eyes were very soft, and he said, "Donor, please speak!" ”

Xia Wenjin looked at him with his eyes, this kind of looking at him didn't seem to be polite, but Master Mingcheng didn't care at all, his expression was peaceful.

Xia Wenjin said: "The master is withered and thin, his eyes are sunken and his bones are standing, and his nutrition is not good, he is a hungry person in the disaster area, I am afraid that his body is better than that of the master, is the master sick?" ”

Ming Cheng was slightly stunned, he thought that Xia Wenjin had a question about Buddhism, but he didn't expect her focus to be this, he was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a slight smile, and said, "The donor misunderstood, what the old man is practicing is bitter meditation." Bitter meditation is different from other methods, hungry body, hard work, diligence and frugality, so the body is slightly weak, the form is a little weak, it doesn't matter! ”

Xia Wenjin was curious: "Shi'an Temple is full of incense, why does the master practice bitter meditation?" ”

Ming Cheng smiled slightly: "Shi'an Temple has always had a bitter Zen lineage, and the old man has practiced for half his life, his mind is calm, and he has a lot of understanding of Buddhism. ”

Xia Wenjin didn't ask, which means that in your eyes, bitter meditation is asceticism, and in my eyes, bitter meditation can help me participate in Buddhism.

However, with so many cultivation methods, he can choose bitter meditation and meditate all the time, from this point of view, Xia Wenjin's previous guess was a little shaken.

She paused for a moment, and then said, "Can the master and the empty zen master talk about the Dharma?" ”

Ming Cheng Heshi, a trace of admiration flashed in his calm and waveless eyes, and said: "Uncle Empty Zen Master Buddhism is profound, I am not as good!" ”

Xia Wenjin couldn't help but be stunned, Master Mingcheng was willing to practice even bitter meditation, and after cultivating for so many years, he cultivated himself to the point that he was neither a human nor a ghost, which shows his devotion to Buddhism.

The monk does not speak this sentence, with his status and status, he should practice it personally.

But he actually said that the Dharma of Empty Zen is profound?

Moreover, his eyes and voice do not seem to be fake.

Could it be that Mo Qingfeng will give people the method of ecstasy?

If it is said that he gave others the Ecstasy Method, it would be fine, but the person in front of him, in the temple where the incense is flourishing, can not be tempted by everything, and insist on living such a low-standard life as long as he does not starve to death, how strong is his will? What such a person is seeking is the enlightenment of the Dharma, and it is not something that the Ecstasy Dharma can confuse, right?

Xia Wenjin rolled his eyes and said, "Master, Master Kongzen is from Bodhi Temple, and the kid has admired him for a long time, can I go and ask him for Buddhism alone?" ”

Mingcheng hesitated for a moment and did not speak.

Over there, Mingqing immediately said: "Donor, there are too many donors who want to find Uncle Kong Zen to ask for Buddhism, and the poor monk has sent all the posts in, and Master Kong Zen will choose people who are destined to do so." If the donor is destined, it is naturally possible. The master has already spread the word, three destined people will be selected today, the donor may wish to wait for a while! ”

Xia Wenjin raised his eyebrows, the shelf was really big.

However, looking at the previous situation, it is obvious that the five words of the senior monk of Bodhi Temple have added a lot of aura to him, even if he looks at the two of them in a row, and the two of them die early, there are still many people who want to ask him to solve his doubts.

However, can a magic stick really solve people's doubts?

Xia Wenjin was skeptical.

However, after a while, a little novice came over and handed over a message to Mingqing, saying that Master Kongzen had selected someone who was destined, and Mingqing called the two pilgrims who were waiting outside one by one. They didn't go in for long, one came out with a happy face, and the other came out with a confused face.

At this time, Xiao Shami came out to pass the word again, and Mingqing smiled and said to Xia Wenjin: "The donor is really destined, and Uncle Kong Zen is invited!" ”

Huangfu Jingchen said: "I'll go with you!" ”

Mingqing shook his head and said, "The donor is not a destined person chosen by Uncle Zen Master Kong, please wait outside!" ”

Xia Wenjin said to him nonchalantly: "You go back first, I'll be back soon." ”

The two words "go back" hit the tip of Huangfu Jingchen's heart, he nodded silently and said, "Okay." ”

Xia Wenjin often walked with Xiao Shami, and the place he went to was still the residence of Kong Zen last night, but it still felt different when he went through the room at night and went openly during the day.

When he arrived outside the Kongzen Monastery, Xiao Shami stopped and let Xia Wenjin go in by himself.

Xia Wenjin swaggered into the Zen courtyard, this courtyard was the same as last night, quiet and silent, the huge courtyard and three meditation rooms, presumably there was no one else except empty meditation.

When Xia Wenjin passed, in the second room of the cave, empty Zen meditated on a futon, his hands were folded, and the treasure was solemn!

She couldn't help but snort and joked: "Master, I didn't expect that I still have a fate!" ”

Kong Chan's eyes opened, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Close the door!" ”

Xia Wenjin: "......"

Doesn't it look good to roll your eyes when you talk? Especially the image he has now.

Still, she closed the door.

Kong Chan immediately took off his eyebrows and beard, stood up from a carp on the futon, rubbed off the wrinkles and disguise, and then returned to the futon and sat down, but he was already Mo Qingfeng.

He took out a small box from his sleeve and said very proudly: "Oh, I'll give it to you!" ”