"This little donor, then let's go quickly, and ask my master to show you." The little monk hurriedly spoke.

"Yes, let's go in earlier, Master Kongming is not only profound in Buddhism, but also has good attainments in medical skills." Tang Mingwen's husband immediately answered.

"Ah Yue, come, let's go." The two brothers said that they were going to step forward and help themselves go, for fear that they would faint on the ground for a while, they just said that their stomachs hurt, just to go home, not to go into the temple, it seems that they have to go in, forget it, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. I mustered up the courage and walked forward.

Seeing his move forward, everyone continued to move forward, only Ah Fu in the back was a little strange, obviously he was fine just now, this Ah Yue suddenly began to slow down when she saw the mountain gate, as if she didn't really want to go in, she felt that she seemed to be very resistant to this temple or the people in the temple? Could it be that this temple is too solemn and frightened by the momentum in front of it? It was puzzling, and he shook his head and didn't think about it again.

The little novice took the group to a courtyard next to the main hall, the courtyard was enclosed in a forest, and the small courtyard was surrounded by a white courtyard wall, and when he reached the circular arch of the courtyard, the little novice stood up, "The master is waiting for you inside, all the donors, please come in." ”

There was also the invisible man Ah Fu who stopped, this time he didn't follow closely behind his master, he just stood by the courtyard wall in a daze, as if he was used to such rules.

The door of the main hall of the courtyard was wide open, as if he knew that someone was coming, entered the main hall, looked to the left, and saw a middle-aged monk, leaning against the wall on the rosewood couch, sitting, on the low table on the couch there was a small incense burner with delicate Buddha seals, and the cigarettes inside were rising through the gap above the incense burner. Why does the master in front of him look like a powerful family, and the faint fragrance in the air is definitely the best agarwood.

Mr. Kong Ming spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the person who was practicing.

The person on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and there was no sadness or joy inside, like a calm sea, but in fact, the waves were surging, and people could be involved in it at any time.

Until the man saw Tang Yuehua's very representative black and yellow spotted face, the peace in his eyes was broken for a moment, I don't know if he was shocked by Tang Yuehua's shocking ugly face, or because of some other reason, Tang Yuehua felt that the former seemed to be more convincing, after all, not all people can have the indifference of their own family when facing this face.

"Mengxi, sit." The great monk adjusted his posture, put away the surprise in his eyes, and said to Tang Yuehua and them, "Friends, please sit down." The brother and sister sat on a triangular bench across from him.

Hearing the words of the great monk, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Mengxi's eyes, when has Master Kong Ming ever been so gentle to people, except for today's saint, there are almost only a handful of people in this world who are worthy of his use of the word please, and he can barely count one. Could it be that there is something peculiar about these children?

The great monk pulled the rope in his hand, and after a while, the little novice came up with the brewed tea, and he first handed the tea in his hand to Master Kong Ming, then Mr. Mengxi, the eldest brother and the second brother, and finally himself. Then he bowed and retreated.

Tang Yuehua looked at the teacup in his hand, blue as the sky, bright as a mirror, and thin as paper, is this the heavenly glazed porcelain that has been lost for thousands of years in later generations? I couldn't help but secretly swallow my surprise back into my stomach, this great monk is too, too... Mother... The extravagance of it. This kind of porcelain has only existed for a few years in history and left only a few words, which is very similar to the rain and azure color of the Ru kiln in the Song Dynasty, but there is no way to do it as thin as paper, what kind of dynasty is it in now?

Mr. Mengxi over there also exclaimed in amazement, "Kong Ming, you still have a firewood kiln, isn't this kind of heavenly glazed porcelain already lost?" Where is it, can you ......" I was so excited that I forgot to say the word master, and called him by his Dharma name.

Before he could finish his words, Master Kong Ming immediately interrupted his thoughts, "No. ”

That Mr. Mengxi actually glanced at it sadly, so he had to drink the tea in his hand angrily, "Hey, it's so hot." "I drank too much and forgot that the tea was still very hot.

Tang Yuehua looked at the gentleman with good manners, how could he have a little bit of the quality of the second brother, slowly sipped the tea in his hand, he couldn't drink hot tea in a hurry, it was too hot and easy to get esophageal cancer, the tea was fragrant, down the throat, after drinking, his mouth was fragrant, looking at the deep tea soup, this seems to be the big red robe of Wuyi Mountain, I have had the pleasure of drinking it a few times, and today's exquisite life seems to have let me return to the retro tea room, and the distant sound of the guqin sounded in my ears.

"Master Kong Ming, this spring cold in Jiangnan and Fujian has almost frozen the tea trees, and you still have the big red robe in front of the Ming Dynasty in your hand, I can't ask you for some today." Mr. Mengxi thought that he didn't even have much tea before the Ming Dynasty now, and he even had a Wuyi red robe in his hand, so he would ask for some to go back today, and his wife must be happy.

Master Kong Ming didn't answer immediately, but looked at the propped up window on the opposite side and said, "My daughter's family has a weak spleen and stomach, so she should drink less strong tea." As he spoke, he pulled the rope in his hand again.

Everyone looked at Master Kong Ming and Tang Yuehua inquiringly, and her brothers felt that the strange friend in their teacher's mouth seemed to be very different from him, and seemed to be very kind to people. And Zhang Mengxi's heart felt more and more strange, could it be that there was something strange about this little girl from his student's family, except for one ...... There's nothing beyond the face.

Surprised, Xiao Shami took another cup and a teapot, put it in front of her, this time the teacup is a more ordinary looking white porcelain, but it should also be valuable, the teacup of tea floats a rose fragrance, roses and temples are a strange match.

After Master Kong Ming and the others served the flower tea, they didn't seem to pay attention to themselves anymore, and began to talk about some Buddhist scriptures with his brother's husband. My eldest brother may be able to say a sentence or two from time to time.

At first, his second brother was eager to listen to what they had to say, but the more he listened, the more uncomfortable he felt...... No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind...... It should be viewed as such......"

Tang Yuehua also felt that those Buddhist scriptures made people dizzy, and I really didn't know how the people who listened to the scriptures in the past persevered.