Pilu Courtyard is located in the west of Mochou Lake, resembling a turtle's back curved like a long snake, a hill rises abruptly, the Yangtze River is connected to the north and south, and the stone city is adjacent to the west. Climb to the top of the post and look eastward, the mirror-like Mochou Lake Pavilion willows lean on each other, and the ten-mile Qinhuai meanders in full view. The Yangtze River pours southeast from the West Semi-Ring Zen Temple, and you can still see the swallow rock half-protruding in the river at the pole eye. Looking at the Jiming Temple in the north, it seems to stand in the vast Xuanwu Lake. Tiger Pass and Qingliang Mountain can also be watched here. It is the most famous Jinling resort. Just because Emperor Kangxi patrolled the south of the Yangtze River at the beginning of that year, he built a palace on the shore of Mochou Lake under the Pilu Courtyard, and the rebel Ge Li and the third prince of the pseudo-Zhu conspired to kill, and set up a red-clothed cannon on the mountain to prepare to bombard the palace. After the incident, Nian Qianyao burned the thousand-year-old Zen forest almost into white ground, and the incense naturally fell.

Qianlong and his entourage rushed to the front of the mountain gate of the Zen Temple, the sky was just dark, the area around the Shengqilou on the east bank of Mochou Lake was already lit up, the fishing boats on Mochou Lake had already collected their nets and returned to the boat, only a few painting boats were still swimming in the white expanse of the lake, and the singing of the singers was heard intermittently:

Good to go to the pavilion on Autumn Wind Lake...... Chu waist twisted his palm...... Half-awake and half-drunk for three days, double night and double flight through a lifetime...... I don't know Jin Tian in my arms, and I have ...... on my pillow from time to time Falling hairpins. Awakening...... Teardrops of Xiangjiang water, coloring screens can't be painted......

Qianlong walked and stopped in the dark willow forest road, listened to the sound and distinguished the words, and said to Ji Yun who was next to him: "I still feel a little hot, and a song sends the autumn breeze until my heart and spleen are cold...... Xiaolan, such a beautiful night, you should have poetry at this time, why are you silent? ”

"How did the master forget, the slave is called Nian Fengqing - 'Xiaolan' has a reputation among the people, and it can't be used!" Ji Yun lowered his voice and said: "The slave is not good, please be sympathetic to the master - this time the wind will rise, the pond and lotus are all enemy shadows, and the moon is obscure, and the stone city is salty and ghostly; Fireflies pierce through the empty mountains, and the water swells in autumn waves. The sorrow of leaving the hometown has begun, and the road of fear of the night is far away - I really dare not have poetry! ”

Qianlong said with a smile: "If you speak in a hurry for a while, you can also connect the couplets!" But this 'dare not have poetry' is overwhelming...... Okay, I know your mind, you really have to be compassionate and don't listen to songs anymore. Listen to the evening bell in the temple! ……”

Saying that, the sound of the monk striking the bell came from the Pilu Courtyard, but it was too close, and there was less melodious and dull charm, but it was very loud. Then I listened to the novices chanting in unison, and the bells and wooden fish sang like a song, which was quite thought-provoking:

When I heard this, at one time the Buddha was in the garden of solitude in the garden of solitude, and the great bhikshus and other 1,250 people. At that time, when the world-honored person eats, he wears clothes and holds a bowl......

There were also a hundred and so people who listened to the voices.

"I'm going to enter the mountain gate," Ji Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that the two guards of *** Sauron were close to Qianlong, Yingying and Yanhong were also cautious and followed, like the master and the master, like the slave and the slave, a little nondescript, only Duanmu Liangyong looked chic, walking and pacing six or seven steps away from Qianlong. Ji Yunyin said: "Everyone is a little loose - they are all pilgrims!" Because he saw a big black man standing under the beige lamp at the mountain gate, he asked: "Wu family, Yongchun is here, is the guest room settled?" ”

Qianlong also recognized Wu Blind, and saw that there was a ghostly black short man standing behind him, but it was the "iron-headed Jiao" who was ambushed in Huaishutun in the past, and knew that it was Liu Tongxun who was transferred to prevent someone from doing tricks and feet underwater during the boat ride - so well prepared, Qianlong couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, because he asked, "You are here too?" - So, all the people living in the Zen Monastery are your friends? ”

"Master auspicious!" The iron-headed Jiao neatly waved to Qianlong and said: "You come to be quiet, how dare the people stir it?" We have a package in the East Zen Temple, and the Zen room in the South Courtyard is a package of the boss of a porcelain store in Yangzhou. There is a great hall of compassion in the middle, and on the north side is the abbot and monk's retreat, which is very appropriate - master, please! As he spoke, he let his hand go, and under the shadow of the lamp, he only squeezed his eyebrows and smiled at Yan Hong Yingying, and Ying Ying said, "Is it dead!" Still want to eat Go pieces? Then he followed Qianlong's approach. But it was Wu Blind who accompanied him, gossiping all the way to introduce the situation of the temples in the temple, and said: "- Everything is convenient, even business letters are very good - only this old monk is empty, no matter who donations how much incense money, they will not accept or send, and they are very courteous." He said that it was the Dharma of the Buddha who became attached to the world equally, and the small ones could not take him. ”

Qianlong smiled and said: "Monks don't pay attention to etiquette, they talk about fate. When they encounter the knowledge of great goodness, they still know how to be respectful. As he spoke, he had entered the aisle leading to the meditation room in the east of the Heavenly King Palace. The terrain here is high, except for dozens of old cypress ginkgo biloba is the remnant of burning, the rest are newly planted small pines and cypresses, the wind blows with water vapor on the body, and the coolness is slightly soaked in the bones. Seeing a little novice's shaved head, he stood by the side of the door and asked, "Little master, everyone else is chanting, why are you standing here?" ”

"Amitabha!" The little monk was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his voice was still childish, and he bowed deeply and said, "What the master ordered, after inviting Tan Yue into the hospital, I will go back." ”

Qianlong looked at the blind man Wu, and when he saw the blind man shaking his head slightly, he was suddenly surprised in his heart, because he asked, "Who is your master?" Abbot of the Fakong? ”

"Fakong is the ancestor. The master's name is Juese, and the little monk is bright. ”

"How did your master know that I was coming?"

"Amitabha! I don't know sex. Xing Ming bowed again, "After today's noon period, the masters accompanied the master to sit in meditation in the cloud room behind him, and the master got up and said to the master, 'Here', the master said, 'Send someone to pick it up during the evening period,' and the master ordered me to come over." ”

"How old is your master?"

"Master is one hundred and four years old."

Qianlong was taken aback, and asked again: "What about the ancestor?" ”

"Amitabha! The little monk didn't know. Xing Ming said, "- Please Tan Yue donor rest in peace, and the little monk will return to his life." With that, he retreated.

The evening fast prepared in the temple is not rich, but it is very clean, a plate of green and green pickled cucumbers, a plate of mushrooms and roasted bean tendons, and there are green and red silk sweet and sour cabbage, a plate of roasted tofu in clear sauce like a crab shell, as well as cold fungus gluten, celery fried red pepper, and a casserole stewed vermicelli vegetarian balls in the middle, and the house exudes a faint fragrance of sesame oil, which makes people salivate. Qianlong expected that *** these people didn't like this kind of diet, so he only beckoned Yan Hong and Ying Ying to sit down, and said with a smile: "Actually, I actually brought a group of meat eaters today!" The two of you will fast for a few days. The wind was clear, and they took turns to eat outside the temple. "*** Because he pretended to be dumb, he gestured to ask them to stop for a while, and tasted each plate of dishes first, and then stopped for a while before asking Qianlong to raise the chopstick. Qianlong was hungry in his stomach, and he wanted to see the hundred-year-old abbot in this temple, so he stopped talking, and ate two bowls of old rice as reservedly as possible, mixed with vegetables. Seeing that he stopped, everyone put down their chopsticks.

"Master, don't believe the bragging." Ji Yun was accustomed to Qianlong's meal, and he had never been in such a hurry, knowing that he was in a hurry to see the abbot, he smiled and said: "We donated more than 2,000 silver to cover this residential Zen temple, he naturally has to be respectful, the people are snobbish and warm, and the Zen forest is the same." Listening to Yin Yuanchang, even their ancestor Yuan was also a Taoist priest in Emei, and he abandoned the Tao halfway to follow the liberation, and he didn't believe how deep his cultivation could be! ”

Before Ji Yun finished speaking, Qianlong had already stood up, took off his shoulders and threw them to ***, and pointed at Ji Yun: "You-Yanhong, Yingying, and Duanmu come with me, and the rest of the people don't enter the Buddha Hall." As he spoke, Yan Hong and the others hurriedly followed, and Ji Yun didn't dare to say more, and followed the second Buddha hall with leisurely steps. At this time, the monks' "Diamond Sutra" has been recited to the end:

…… All the celestial beings and asuras, when they heard what the Buddha said, were overjoyed and believed in the Vajra Prajnaparamita. Nam no Vajra Tibetan Bodhisattva...... Nan Wu drank and drank, Doro Night, Hello Hello, all lived, Mo, Tiger Hello, He Suheng snorted, splashed foam, sooth!

Qianlong four people stepped through the east corner door of the second Buddhist temple, entered the patio, but saw that the courtyard was paved with Linqing bricks, the bricks were written on the color of the "believers ×× donation" words, several ginkgo trees in front of the main hall were thick and embraced, it seemed to survive the catastrophe, the black and blue canopy was blurred to cover the stars and moons, the middle of the Ding furnace was two people high, the purple cigarettes were rising, the monks of the hundred associations in the Buddhist hall sat down and chanted, there were thousands of candles burned on the front offering cabinet of Shakyamuni Buddha in the hall, and more than a dozen sea tanks were filled with clear oil under the steps outside the courtyard, The goose-egg-thick lamps and the candlelight in the hall reflect each other, illuminating the inside and out. The little monk named Xingming took a pair of big scissors, and was cutting the burnt head of the sea tank lamp, and when he saw the four of them coming in, he hurriedly put down the scissors and saluted, and said, "Please watch with joy!" ”

Qianlong looked at the monks sitting neatly in the hall and asked, "Which one is your master?" Is the ancestor inside? ”

"The master and the ancestor are not here, and the elder brother is lonely in the palm of the wooden fish." After the little monk finished speaking, he said "Amitabha" and went to make his own livelihood again.

Qianlong walked into the hall casually, but saw that Shakyamuni in the middle of the six Dharma bodies, hanging his hands and fingers, all of them were newly dressed gold, and he was compassionate and compassionate, and the four Bodhisattvas of Guanyin, Fuxian, Manjushri, and Jizang stood on the side, and they were all solemn and kind and smiling. The front mural depicts five hundred arrows, and the ceiling is colorful, each sitting, some are kind and kind, some are smiling, some are silent, and some are evil and angry. Below, the Dharma Protector Vajra leans on the side of the Bodhisattva, all of them are five-color pretends, but the water gold and powder are painted with the fetal bone Dharma body. Wandering the eyes, it is the story of saving the mother, but seeing the walls and clouds, Baoyi, Yingluo, Yunche, the gods holding canopies, pipa, demon pestle, nine-ring tin staff, Liuyun Tuoduo treasure bottle, gods, immortals, tribute boys, four-value Gong Cao, Liujia Truth, Arhat Bodhisattva clothes with the wind to subdue demons, below the painting of dark hell, all kinds of impermanence, ghost judgment, difficult people, cannon branding, oil tripod, skeleton beads, the sea of blood and water between the ghosts and ghosts struggling - or splendid, or eerie, scattered and complex to fill the wall. Under the lamp, it looks strange and mysterious. Ji Yun couldn't help but sigh: "The year before last, Ah Gui came and told me that this place was too desolate. It's not easy to be on this scale in two years! ”

At this time, the monks had finished their evening class, and they solemnly dressed themselves and bowed out. Qianlong stood silently in front of the red mat in the center, looked at the tall Buddha statue and muttered a few words of prayer, picked up the stick holder and shook it a few times, and dropped a stick. Yingying hurriedly picked it up, and Yan Hong came over to take a look, but she won the lottery, so she didn't dare to hand it to Qianlong. Qianlong knew that the sign was not good, so he only smiled and said: "I have taken the sign and let the old man explain the explanation." Yingying was silent, and walked to the side of the wooden fish who was knocking on the wooden fish next to the sign cabinet to pay the sign for the ticket, Qianlong didn't care, because he saw that a young pilgrim under the west wall also came to ask for a sign, and he knew that it was a layman who lived in the West Zen Temple, and he didn't want to talk, so he turned to the east wall. For a while, Ji Yun came over to show him the sign, but there was a poem on it:

The prosperous scenery is in the spring season, and the fallen flowers are withering and the willows are new. Far away people don't remember their hometown, and watch the sunset and the boat dusk.

- Ju Ting'an, prison lawsuits and peace, disputes, scattered wealth, and don't hesitate on three sides of the net.

Qianlong smiled: "Such a good poem, such a peaceful judgment, how can it just be a winner?" What should I say when I sign it? ”

"When I signed it, it was about being rich and noble, and being popular." Ji Yun said with a smile, "The signing is all about being poor and angry without wine, color, poverty - we don't ask for both, it's really good to win the lottery!" Qianlong smiled and was about to speak, but he heard the young man who asked for a sign say softly, "Mine is a winner!" - This old gentleman, please help me to explain! "I've come over with that. Duanmu Ziyu saw him coming, pretending to be looking at the mural, and also approached. When Ji Yun looked at it, it was also a poem.

The thick peach is beautiful and the plum reflects the purple glow, and the group is hard to be jealous of Xie Yuanhua.

The three spring scenes are endless, and the golden platform surrounds the crows.

——Jiamu is alone in Xie Jiayuan, and its verdant can be known. Leave people safely, wealth and fortune, should be clumsy, good to live and stop.

The young man pointed to the poem and said, "I always feel that this sentence - the crow around the golden platform - I always feel that it is not very auspicious. ”

"This is where you belong." Ji Yun smiled and said: "The crow is a filial piety bird, you have made a name for yourself in your life, and finally your soul has returned to the Golden Terrace, are you still not satisfied?" ”

Qianlong looked at this young man on the side, always felt familiar, and couldn't remember where he had seen it, after he listened to Ji Yun's explanation, he lowered his eyelashes and pondered, and in an instant, he was in a daze, he had already remembered that it was the Taoist chief who preached medicine in Pingyin County, Shandong, and when they met in the square of the Guandi Temple in the west of Pingyin County, the two of them moved silently - after sitting on this article, this person is undoubtedly "a flower", at least he is also an important figure in the White Lotus Cult! His heart tightened at first, and then he smiled slightly: I don't know how many people in the world look similar, if I admit that I am wrong, how can I laugh at my subordinates? Besides, it's been seven years, and Chongxu's appearance has been blurred, and Chongxu, who has only changed his women's makeup, is facing his own veins in the city, and his eyebrows are not very clear, but he just feels like a god in his heart, how can anyone describe the truth that he hasn't changed after seven years? Thinking of this, I suspected that my own knot was a fantasy, and he was a cup bow and snake shadow, because he came up, he fanned it, and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the layman's surname, Taifu?" ”

"Don't dare, the cheap surname is Bian, the cursive character and jade." The young man also hurriedly bowed in return, only glanced at Duanmu Liangyong from the corner of his eye, and asked Qianlong again: "What is the name of the old gentleman?" ”

It was the first time Qianlong had heard someone call him "old man", subconsciously touched his chin, turned back to Ji Yun and smiled, and said to the young man: "My surname is Long, I am a banner person, you can call me Longge." Bian Heyu - Well, that's an interesting name. I probably felt that these words had the flavor of the emperor, and said with a smile: "Chu people Bian and Xian Puyu, the earth is desolate and difficult to know - in the end, it is still used by the ancestral dragon and has become the first national seal of China." ”

"It's not an auspicious name." Bian Heyu also smiled and said: "Not only is Bian He crippled and cried blood all day long, but he was a good piece of jade, but it was made into a seal that could only be poked red cinnabar on the edict, and it lost its original nature." ”

Although Ji Yun had also seen Yi Ying in Pingyin, he only saw her fighting among the crowd from afar. He was short-sighted, and he didn't really remember what she was like. The young man in front of him behaved elegantly, spoke clearly, and did not annoy him, but with Qianlong's safety responsibility, he didn't want Qianlong to talk to the living people at all. Because he quietly came to the middle of the two, he said with a smile: "Mr. Heyu is a talent who came to Nanyu for the exam?" In the "Three Character Classic", it is said that 'jade is not cut, and it cannot be made'. If you cut it, you will lose its nature, and a piece of jade has made the seal of the country, which is exactly 'cut where it is'. Otherwise, what is the difference with the pebbles in the riverbed? ”

"I'm not a showman, and I haven't read the "Three Character Classic". Bian Heyu said: "But seeing today's officialdom, the copper stench is stinking and the family's bi is lost, probably because it is still in nature, and it doesn't want to mix in the dung-like officialdom shopping mall, right?" Therefore, Mencius said, 'It is better to drag the tail in the mud than to get away with the remnants of the people'. There may not be the jade of Jingshan in the pebbles in the river, and it may not be that the pearl of the night is not hidden, and it is natural and interesting, and it seems to be better in the clear waves than in the dung cellar, right? ”

Qianlong was suspicious. The one who changed his name to "Bian Heyu" is "Yizhihua" Yi Ying. According to her pseudonym of household registration in Yangzhou, Bao Yongqiang "reported" 100,000 taels of silver to Yin Jishan "to prepare for the drive", and immediately received an all-red invitation from the Governor Yamen, inviting him to rush to Nanjing before the third day of the eighth lunar month, and to take over the car with the crowd and wait for the summons; Chagai Yinghao flying pigeon biography, on the fifth day of the first month of August, he competed with Huang Tianba in the Mochou Lake Shengqi Building, and invited "Mr. Bian to come and watch". So he no longer listened to the dissuasion, and hurried to Nanjing with Han Mei, Tanghe and Qiao Song. She also arrived in Nanjing yesterday, and living in Pilu Courtyard is the arrangement on Gai Yinghao's plate, who knows that it is in response to "no coincidence is not a book", and the ghost sent the god to live in the same temple with Qianlong! Yi Ying is proficient in the number of innate gods, good at performing immortal magic and Taoism, just want to live in the East Zen Temple is a rich official gentry pilgrim, and no longer suspect that it is actually the "today" who rules the world in Kyushu! Seeing Qianlong's calm speech, dignified demeanor, and graceful and free and easy actions, a sense of affection was born in his heart. Because he watched the mural with Qianlong. Ji Yun listened to her teasing herself, thinking that her words were irrefutable, because she smiled: "My surname is Nian, and the words are clear." How old are you, it's good to call old age. Relying on me to speak as an old man, no matter the officialdom or shopping mall, the turbid ones are self-turbid, and the clean ones are self-purifying, and they cannot be talked about in one place. Listening to your voice, it seems to be a stone in the river. It's really enviable, but the old man is the one who is unfortunate enough to fall into the dung cellar you mentioned! ”

"The world is turbid, who can be clear?" Yi Ying was somehow touched by him, frowned slightly and sighed, "The mountain flood has occurred, and the stones in the river must not be cleaned." The officialdom is dirty, and the business market is the same, it is the underworld...... Mechanical changes between each other, vendetta and rice seedlings to fight for a little profit, why not? ”

Qianlong walked slowly, seemingly casually browsing the cloud dragons, gold and silver wheels, leading boys, all kinds of strange-shaped tigers, leopards, bears, dogs, treasures, horses, gods, cows, and lions, listening to Yi Ying's words, he said: "The world is big, and where the sun can't shine, there are naturally things that hide dirt and dirt; The forest is dense, what kind of monster with hooked claws and sawteeth can't be born? The Yellow River doesn't talk about it, and it has been muddy and sand for thousands of years. On this Yangtze River, the autumn water is cold and unusually clear, and it is difficult to say what the situation is in the underwater rapids; This bay Mochou Lake is as clear as a mirror, gentle and virgin-like, and I don't know how thick the sludge below is! Yi Ying nodded silently, savoring Qianlong's words carefully, but she couldn't figure out what the meaning was for a while. Qianlong smiled and kept his mouth shut. Ji Yun turned his mouth and said for Qianlong: "Speaking out has molested this world-honored Buddha Hall." A few days ago, Yuan-Yuan Zi listened to the drum and ascended to the hall, and it was a man who came to surrender with a head. One question is murder. Yuan Daling asked: 'Do you understand the law?' Kill only one traitor, and you will be killed! The man told the truth, but it was a woman and two men who committed adultery in the middle of the day. Killed one, and the other two took the opportunity to escape. Yuan Daling was shocked and laughed, and sent someone to arrest the prisoner, but the woman said: 'I am like a flower, and two bees fly on my head to collect honey, what can I do?' Of course, this is not an officialdom mall, nor is it a rich family. It's just the ordinary people, and there are fewer dirty things in it? ”

Yi Ying's face was flushed when she heard this, and she glanced at Qianlong sensitively, but Qianlong was only silent. After all, Yi Ying is a veteran of the rivers and lakes, so she immediately calmed down, smiled, and said: "Of course, there are no surprises in the world - but I want to say officialdom, shopping malls." Because he told Gao Heng about the scene with Xue Bai, Yunbi, and A Hong in Yangzhou Zhongyuan, he smiled again: "Xue Bai doesn't talk about her, she is a court**, and those two are the aunts and wives of Yangzhou parents!" If you go to the constitution, you really can't give up anything. The owner of the park is familiar with me, and told me that the front desk sings Liniang's dream of spring, and the backstage three heroes fight Wenhou, which is really lively! ”

"Really?" Qianlong almost blurted out. Gao Heng's indiscriminate behavior is everywhere, and he has long been impeached in the imperial history, and Tang'er has vaguely said that he is unruly. One is a minister, the other is a relative, Qianlong himself is also a merry man who attracts bees and butterflies, and he stays in the middle. I don't want to do such nonsense outside, and I don't want my face and life! Thinking about it, Pei Xingren and Jin Wenkui are even more shameless, officials and officials follow each other, isn't it a bastard world? His face turned a little pale. Ji Yun was afraid that he would lose his temper, so he hurriedly smiled: "I have lost my mouth just now." When the Buddha hall talks about this, it is too dirty, and it is not blasphemy but blasphemy. There is always retribution for good and evil cause and effect, today's three British battles are warm, and there is no guarantee that the five horses will be divided into martingales in the future! Qianlong listened, swallowed his saliva, and said, "What Mr. Fengqing said is true!" Seeing that he had turned the back corridor of the Buddha hall, the lights and candles in the abbot's house were flickering, and someone seemed to be talking inside, so he stopped and listened for a moment, and said Yi Ying with a smile, "The old monk has just taken a bath, let's see how this hundred-year-old monk is sharp!" As soon as the words fell, I heard an old and muddy voice say: "Those who are going have not left, but those who are coming have arrived." Amitabha Buddha - donors, please come in! ”

The sound is so deep! Several people outside the room glanced at each other. Yan Hong and Ying Ying rushed forward and entered the house, and sure enough, they saw two little novices carrying a wooden basin of hot water out, and they had just led the monks to chant the scriptures, sitting cross-legged on the futon under the kang and closing their eyes and silent, with a slight smile on their faces, and an old monk with a sparse beard sat on a wooden couch in Beishan, but he was dark and thin, as if he had been dried by a hundred years, curled up into a ball of palms and stared at - thinking that this was the Fakong monk that Yin Jishan said, and the two of them recited the Buddha together and retreated to the door. Duanmu also seemed to be wary, and when he saw Qianlong and Ji Yun entering, "Bian Heyu" also used his hands to let himself and stretch out his hand to give in. With only a slight touch, Yi Ying was slightly lucky, but she felt that the strength of this young man's hand was like cotton, and if there was no spit and swallowed it, she couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Duanmu Liangyong didn't seem to be aware of it, smiled and let in, and when Yi Ying entered, he followed in, and stood calmly by the door two steps away from Qianlong. But I heard Qianlong smile and said: "I have heard for a long time that the great monk has high morality, and I am fortunate to have a good meeting, and I wish to hear the wonderful truth of the monk's three vehicles!" ”

"Amitabha!" The black and thin monk bowed on the kang, opened his eyes and slowly moved his gaze to glance at everyone, and said, "It is indeed related to the great monks." Lao Qu has abandoned the road since Kangxi for 40 years, and now he is dying for 50 years, and he has to meet the descendants of the old man when he was young, and then the bell leaks and rests, isn't it providential? Seeing that everyone was at a loss, with a slight wrinkle on their faces, he said to Duanmu: "Mr. Ling Zufeng is still alive, right?" When he was ten years old, he went to Emei Mountain with Mr. Ling Taizu Gongqing to see me. He turned to Qianlong again, staring at him with a gaze as deep as an ancient cave, and his pupils flashed away, and he said: "Mochou Lake is full of songs, looking back on the dust and smoke of a hundred years...... Jun Qinghua Yude, how similar to Ling Zu Nail! "I was dumbfounded.

Ji Yun is a scholar of heaven and man, but he follows the authentic Confucianism and Taoism, and holds a purpose of "existing" in the gods, Buddhas and immortals. Listening to the old monk's troubles, he just laughed secretly in his stomach, until he said the words "Tsinghua Yude", his heart was shocked, and he stepped forward and asked: "Dare to ask the surname of the great monk?" ”

"The ancient wood is dark, the moon is empty, and the mountains are silent, but the remaining water is ......," the old monk muttered: "Whoever has the surname is empty, the layman doesn't need to ask." ”

Ji Yun is an extremely smart person, he groaned slightly, and said with a smile: "The great monk doesn't need to say anything, I have already understood." And he withdrew. Yi Ying was like falling into the fog for five miles, seeing that everyone looked solemn, knowing that he had been said by this monk, he also wanted to ask himself about his blame, because he was solemn and solemn for a week, and said: "Master, lay monk Bian Heyu, has long been willing to take refuge in the Buddha, please accept the throne before." Monk Fakong did not speak, but just sat silently. Sitting on the futon under the kang, he suddenly recited the Buddha's name, and said: "The layman is enthusiastic, six are impure, eight dirt are difficult to remove, and nine are not existing. ”

Yi Ying sighed slightly and said, "I heard that the two masters and apprentices are also half-way monks. Although I am not talented, my eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, color, sound, fragrance, and touch the six roots and six natures of the Dharma, and I also practice a little when I am free, but in Hongchen, it is difficult to enter Buddhism if I have money, which is also a common view of Buddhism. The six roots of purification are nothing more than one guarding the sky. Am I not right? ”

"I'll say a word for you," said Silence, "what is the trouble? ”

Qianlong was originally in the East Palace, was Yongzheng pointed out to Changchun monks, Buddhist attainments have been entered into the hall, originally wanted to and these two Bailing Zen masters to a pair of sharp Zen words to rest their minds. Unexpectedly, Yi Ying, who met her, also had this interest, so she refused to take the lead, and stood aside to watch with a smile. I saw Yi Ying reply: "Thinking about troubles - mistakenly splashing turbid water on lotus leaves." ”

"How to divide?"

"Seize the steel knife and break the silk thread."

"What does it mean not to be troubled?"

"A breeze sends catkins."

"How to divide?"

"Then untie the golden bell from the department."

"What does it mean to not be troubled?"

"The spring silkworm is a cocoon and the whole body is bound."

"How to divide?"

"The candle is completely dusted."

"What do you mean by finding trouble?"

"The bottom of the matter is in a hurry?"

"How to divide?"

"It's good to push the boat again with the water!"

"What is self-disturbing?"

"Drill elms to make fires and burn trees."

"How to divide?"

"Frozen water turns into ice and does not wave."

Sexual silence was expressionless, his eyes flashed under his eyelids, staring at Yi Ying, who was calmly and unhurried, sighed slightly, and said: "In the battle against the current, how many people can return to the boat?" Yi Ying said: "Master, am I mistaken?" ”

"You're right." Sex silence said, "If you continue to ask, you are still spitting lotus flowers, but sweeping away Qiye and returning to Buddhism, without relying on mantras, Mochou Lake is outside the temple, surrounded by the Yangtze River, and the laymen can see empty?" ”

"I can!" Yi Ying said with a smile: "My family has a name in Yangzhou, and the Buddha and bhikshu Bian family have practiced the Rankong method since childhood. ”

Sex smiled quietly, his voice was a bit like talking out through the jar, slightly hoarse, but very clear: "How easy is it to talk about the four words 'clear empty method'...... My teacher has been in Emei for 20 years of hard meditation, and he has been stationed here for three years, sitting on a futon. Yesterday he passed away, and tonight he returned to the west, and he still told my disciples that he only knew the way of life and death. The layman came to Ning from Yangzhou against the water, how to talk about pushing the boat along the water? There is a promise, how can you know the emptiness? The mirror makeup powder is shining brightly, empty words are bodhi, and sins and sins...... Amitabha! ”

With poetry to Zen, Qianlong saw it for the first time, and prepared a belly of "Lengyan" and "Huayan" classics to play, but he felt overshadowed by comparison. I want to be ready-made to impromptu Zen, and I know that it is difficult to compare with "Bian Heyu", because of the visual view of Ji Yun. Helplessly, Ji Yun had limited knowledge of the Buddhist scriptures, and Qianlong's order was disobeyed, so he thought about promoting his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, so he chanted beside him: "A stream of petals and water has a long sound, and the spring is rippling." It is impermanent, and the hustle and bustle of red dust is mixed with the tea wall of the wine market. Why should the gods and Buddhas who have done anything be self-grieving? If you can't be an official, you can't be a businessman, please go back. And profligate, but also dignified, why is it a happy Liu Qilang? ”

"Good!" The old monk Fakong on the couch suddenly clasped his palms and smiled, and said: "The old monk will go west, and he will be sent off with this wonderful news, and Fakong will feel that he will be affected!" His eyes flashed, and he said to Qianlong: "The time for monks has come, and I want to say goodbye to the laymen!" ”

Qianlong has seen the moral monk pass away several times, the monk of Jingshi Tanzhe Temple, the monk of Fahua Temple, and the Wutai Mountain Qingliang Temple in the Dajue Temple of the pending monk Kongshi, when he passed away, he went to see, except for the empty world, they all looked unbearable - in fact, it was the end of Shen Zhen's life, and he was reluctant to drive. This Fakong did not show good men and women to pay homage and worship, which is already surprising, and even the monks in the temple are as safe as if nothing happened. It is also very different from the scene of those "passing away" monks preaching the Dharma, please be with the same door, and the Dharma conch drum and trumpet are blowing loudly - and at this moment, when calmly Zen is right, he suddenly said "I want to go"! Qianlong's heart sank suddenly, and he was terrified and afraid, his face became extremely pale, and he actually bowed slightly with his palms together, and said, "May the great monk give up and advocate the teaching!" ”

Monk Fakong nodded with a smile, moved down to the kang, personally put on a pair of mangshoe, and tied them carefully. When he wanted to give him a robe, he smiled and waved his hand and said, "No need - just wrap my relics with it." The robe I gave you will be painted in the same way the year after. He walked a few steps in the ground at will, shook his clothes slightly, stood still leaning on the Buddhist shrine, and said in his mouth:

Hungry to eat, sleepy to sleep, no need to go to the enlightenment of the lamp Zen, the wonderful truth said that the stone nodded, what is the red dust still left! ——Asking about death and life, asking about prosperity and decline, what are the obstacles in the world? Duh! If you go, you will rest, if you come, you will come, don't be sorrowful and sorrowful, and the spirit will not wander around you!

After groaning, he sat cross-legged on the lonely futon, his right arm was bent and his left hand was caressed by the dantian, and his face was slightly smiling, but he didn't say anything.

"Master, Master!"

Sexual silence "plopped" and knelt on the ground, calling softly at Fakong. Seeing that the Fa was empty and there was no movement, he gently supported the pulse of his left hand, and tried to snort again, as if he was afraid of alarming him, he knelt back carefully, as if he didn't believe in his judgment, and when he moved his mind, he bowed three heads deeply before getting up. He himself was a hundred-year-old man, trembling, his face seemed to be sad and happy, he bowed to the crowd and said in a dry voice: "Ladies and gentlemen. My teacher Fakong has led the Buddha to the west and entered the realm of immortality and immortality. The monks in the temple have to do a ritual to see them off. Please return to the car...... Amitabha Buddha ...... "There were two novices carrying incense.

The monk Fakong really stood on the ground and passed away, and the futon sat down! It wasn't until the monk at the head of the tower outside hit the bell and summoned the monks of the whole temple to gather that several lay guests among the abbots woke up from their dream-like apprehension, except for Ji Yun Duanmu and Qianlong, they couldn't hold it, and couldn't help but bow to the Dharma body of Fakong. Qianlong was respectful, threw three incense sticks in front of the candle and lit them, and only gave them in one fell swoop and inserted them into the incense burner. The sexual silence who was waiting next to the incense desk hurriedly clasped his palms in return.

"Such an honorable act, never seen before, it is really a monk!" Qianlong was amazed, and said to the loneliness: "After taking care of the rituals, please ask the master to sit in the East Zen Monastery for a while, ask for advice if you have something, and some incense to fund the mountain gate for you." ”

After that, everyone resigned from the abbot's meditation room together, only to see that the whole courtyard had lit the sea lantern, bright and flickering like the light shadow of the day, a team of monks around the Chai Mountain that had already been prepared for the Fakong chanting, some of the small novices went to the Fangwen Jingshe to carry the cremation shrine, some held the red felt, laid the abbot to the Yong road between the Chai Mountain, some arranged the curtain tent, people came and went to busy. When she arrived at the back wall of the main hall of the Third Buddha, because she wanted to break up, Yi Ying only waved to Qianlong, and Qianlong also returned the salute and said, "If you have nothing to do, please come to my side to chat." ”

"I'm afraid I won't be idle, I have some mundane things to do." Yi Ying's eyes were shining, staring at Qianlong who was carrying the shadow of the lamp, and somehow, she sighed in her heart and said, "You are a nobleman, don't disturb it too much...... Tomorrow, I will go to the governor's yamen to listen to the etiquette arranged by Yin Zhitai and Jin Zhitai, and I will practice several times. Oh, there is a grand event in the chess building the day after tomorrow, it is the head office of Nanjing computer room Gai Yinghao to invite guests, Mr. should be interested, I can invite on my behalf. ”

Ji Yun's biggest worry is that Qianlong is diffuse and does not listen to constraints. Gai Yinghao invited Jiangnan Hawkers and Huang Tianba to "talk about somersaults", and had already secretly admonished Qianlong that "you must not take the unforeseen lightly", and Qianlong originally agreed. At this moment, although there is no doubt that this weak "Bian Heyu" is "a flower", but so, I am even more afraid that Qianlong will not be able to agree to it, and he is in a hurry at the moment, and he can't take care of his manners, and said with a smile on the side: "Gai Yinghao will win the chess building, and we Dongweng have also received an invitation." I won't tell you that Dong Weng is an official person, and it is not appropriate to intervene in the rivers and lakes, so he has already resigned. I'm a fan of the fun, so I might be able to have some fun for us. When Qianlong heard this, he had to dispel his thoughts, and nodded with a smile to be regarded as a two-way entertainment, Yi Ying was not reluctant, only smiled, and said: "I have already seen that you must be the imperial court officials who came from Beijing to take over." I don't want to be famous, so I don't dare to climb hard. When you meet on the eighth day of August, you may see you again. ”

"That's for sure."

Qianlong said with a smile.