"Buddhism has rules, but the law of the country is as big as the sky. Master Nian Ci can not take us to the secluded courtyard, but we can't not go, tonight, we must meet Abbot Huijue. ”

"Nian Ci Shitai should be regarded as a monk who has attained the Tao, Mingchen Nunnery has had a mysterious disappearance of young nuns for several years in a row, and human life is at stake.

"Nian Ci Shi Tai has been fasting and chanting Buddha for decades, you should know how powerful it is, and if you say something offensive and abrupt, could it be that Nian Ci Shi Tai has something to do with a series of nun disappearances that happened in Mingchen Nunnery?"

"Amitabha, Captain Zhao, you say this, the poor nuns really can't afford it." Master Nian Ci hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! Poor nuns come with you! ”

Nian Ci Shitai walked in front, Zhao Zimeng, Ling Hu Yunfei and Xiao Luhan followed, Nian Ci Shitai's footsteps seemed a little hesitant and hesitant.

The three of them were at the back door of the Jingwu Hall and Lin Di round.

If Master Nian Ci sleeps in his meditation room, will Abbot Huijue sleep in his meditation room?

Mrs. Nian Ci walked to the round door and knocked on the door three times with the knocker.

Probably because the sound of Master Nianci knocking on the door was relatively small, of course, it could also be that the meditation room of the abbot of Huijue was far away from the round door, so there was no reaction in the meditation room.

Linghu Yunfei knocked on the round door three more times, and the sound was very loud, very clear in this silent temple.

There was still no response in the meditation room.

"Master Nianci, isn't Abbot Huijue in his meditation room?"

"No—no, at this time, where can Abbot Huijue go? The courtyard door is plugged in, so the abbot of Huijue must be in the meditation room, don't be impatient, and knock again to try it. ”

Ling Hu Yunfei knocked hard three more times, and this time the knock was much louder than before: "Knock-knock-knock!" ”

Unfortunately, there was still no response in the meditation room. Linghu Yunfei knocked on the door of the tomb, and the ghost could not respond.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei looked at each other for a moment, his judgment was right, Abbot Huijue was not in his meditation room. If Abbot Huijue was indeed staying in the meditation room, Abbot Huijue should have heard the first time Master Nian Ci knocked on the door.

"Yunfei, at this time, Abbot Huijue does not stay in his meditation room, and he inserts the latch on the door, I think this Huijue holds a problem." Zhao Zimeng said.

"Zimeng, I have long suspected this abbot Huijue."

The conversation between Linghu Yunfei and Zhao Zimeng was for Master Nianci.

"Yunfei, could it be that Abbot Huijue is sick?" Zhao Zimeng said.

Linghu Yunfei understood what Zhao Zimeng meant, and if he wanted to forcibly enter the quiet courtyard, he had to find a valid reason: "Zimeng, open the door latch, let's go in and have a look." ”

"W-I'm afraid this isn't appropriate!" Master Nian Ci objected to the comrades forcibly entering the quiet temple, "Hui Juezhu has the habit of attending meditation late at night, and she will not pay attention to the knock on the door when she is participating in meditation and teaching. We have already disturbed Abbot Huijue's retreat, and if we forcibly enter the Silent Courtyard again, if Abbot Huijue blames him, the poor Ni can not afford it. ”

"Master Nianci, you don't have to worry, if there is any problem, we will bear it." Zhao Zimeng said as he took out the keychain chain from his trouser pocket, felt the electrician's knife, opened the blade, and inserted it into the crack of the door.

Nian Ci Shi Tai's mouth was muttering, as if he was reciting Zen Sanskrit words such as "Amitabha".

The sound of the latch moving slowly could be heard distinctly.

The latch moves to the end, and a door automatically opens a crack.

The four of them walked into the round gate, and Mrs. Nian Ci walked behind.

The group walked through the small bamboo forest and came to the front of the meditation room.

The meditation room is darkly lit and blinded.

Ling Hu Yunfei walked towards the window on the west side of the door and said, "Master Nianci, you can shout twice more and try." ”

Master Nian Ci walked slowly to the window and shouted softly.

"Abbot Huijue."

"Abbot Huijue."

The first time the sound was lower, the second time the sound was much higher. But there was no reaction in the meditation room.

Zhao Zimeng walked to the door and used an electrician's knife to open the latch.

The five of them walked into the meditation room one by one.

"Mrs. Nianci, please light the lamp."

Mrs. Nian Ci groped for an incense case with a candlestick on it and a box of matches next to it.

Master Nian Ci picked up the match, pushed open the matchbox, and took out a match.

At the same time as Nian Ci Shi struck the match, Ling Hu Yunfei's flashlight was also turned on.

At the same time that the light of the match and the flashlight fell on the meditation bed, an eerie and low voice came from the opposite direction of the meditation bed: "Who? ”

Zhao Zimeng's heart chuckled, and the hairs on his body stood up; Lin Di instinctively leaned towards Zhao Zimeng's side.

Everyone was scared.

The candles were lit at the same time.

In front of a Buddhist shrine, there was a person who could only be seen on the back of the person.

Master Nian Ci is too familiar with this voice: "Abbot Huijue, please forgive Nian Ci for the sin of disturbing him in the middle of the night. ”

Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei had a bad premonition, and the abbot Huijue, who the comrades were looking for, did not leave his meditation room.

Abbot Huijue sat upright, her hands folded, facing a Buddha statue in the shrine, she didn't move, her lips trembled slightly, as if she was praying for something. But not silently.

Abbot Huijue is worthy of being a monk who has attained enlightenment, and when everyone else is asleep, she sits in front of the Buddha shrine without moving and communicates with the Buddha.

Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei didn't speak, they wanted to see how Abbot Huijue would react.

Master Nian Ci stood respectfully behind Abbot Huijue, waiting for her to fall.

Zhao Zimeng walked forward five or six steps, standing about two meters away from the Buddhist shrine, everyone knew what Zhao Zimeng wanted to do. Did Abbot Huijue sit in front of the shrine all the time, or did he just sit in front of the shrine?

In Zhao Zimeng's opinion, there must be an entrance to the secret room in the meditation room of the abbot of Huijue, and Zhao Zimeng had been thinking about this problem before entering the quiet courtyard. If Abbot Huijue had been sitting in front of the shrine, he would have been able to hear the knock on the door. You can also hear Linghu Yunfei's knock on the door.

Zhao Zimeng also paid special attention to the layout of the meditation room and the placement of furniture, this is the second time that the comrades have come to the meditation room of the abbot of Huijue, since the meditation room of the abbot of Huijue is likely to have the entrance to the secret room, then it is impossible not to pay enough attention.

On the south side of the meditation room, there is a large purple-red wooden bed with a hollow bed about 40 cm high.

In the middle of the meditation room, there is an arhat bed facing the door, a coffee table is placed in the middle of the arhat bed, and a pedal about 20 cm high is placed in front of the arhat bed.

On the south side of the Luohan bed, against the wall, there is an incense table, on which the candlestick lit by Nian Ci Shi Tai is placed.

Between the meditation bed and the arhat bed, there are two Taishi chairs, and the chairs are placed with thick cushions.

On the north side of the incense case, near the west wall, there is a Buddha shrine embedded in the wall, and in the Buddha altar there is a seated statue whose name cannot be named, and in front of the left and right hands of the Buddha statue, there is a candlestick, but the candle of the candlestick is not lit - if the abbot Huijue really prays in front of the Buddha altar, the candle on the candlestick should be lit.

There is also a small incense burner in front of the shrine, and there is no lighted incense in the incense burner - if the abbot Huijue is participating in meditation and Buddhism, the incense burner should be lit with a stick of incense.

On the north and west walls of the meditation room, there are two rows of bookcases, and many scriptures are neatly stacked in the bookcases; The floor of the meditation room is covered with maroon floors.

Abbot Huijue's meditation room has three very obvious characteristics: first, the things in the meditation room are placed very neatly; Second, the inside of the meditation room is spotless and very clean; Thirdly, the furniture is of a very high grade. This at least shows that Abbot Huijue is a person who loves life.

Monks see through the red dust, which is not the same as insulating from the lives of mortals, so it may be more helpful to participate in meditation and Buddhism and achieve positive results! The fact that an old nun around 60 years old can reach such a state shows in itself the effectiveness of Abbot Huijue's practice.

Abbot Huijue sat very calmly in front of the shrine, as if no one was around, as if Abbot Huijue was having a very important conversation with a very important person, and others could not interrupt him in the middle. Come to think of it, Abbot Huijue must have been talking to the Buddha – isn't the Buddha a very important person? He is in charge of the happiness and sorrow, honor and disgrace, life and death of all living beings.

Abbot Huijue has indeed reached a state of self-forgetfulness, which is easy to say, but if it is really done, I am afraid it is not beyond the reach of ordinary people. Is it any wonder that Abbot Huijue couldn't hear the knock on the door? How can a man who has forgotten all about himself hear a knock at the door? As for the sound of the latch moving, it is even more impossible to hear. Let's think about it, what kind of person can reach the state of Abbot Huijue's state of not being shocked?

Thinking about it carefully, it is extremely scary: when a few people are more quiet, they suddenly break into your room and suddenly appear in front of you, can you be like Abbot Huijue's face does not change color and heart does not beat? I'm afraid no one can do it. But Abbot Huijue did it, otherwise, how could people be regarded as eminent monks!

But in the eyes of Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei, Hui Juezhu holds the ingredients of performance.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei looked at each other for a moment, and watched how this old nun continued to act.

After two or three minutes, Abbot Huijue put down his hands, hung the Buddha bead on his left wrist again, stood up at the same time, and then whispered slowly: "Nianci, what is the matter with you, you have to come late at night!" Abbot Huijue closed his eyes slightly, and his gaze completely avoided Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei.

Master Nian Ci took a step forward: "Abbot, Captain Zhao, they found it in the meditation room where Zhishui lived—Comrade Public Security, tell the abbot yourself!" Master Nian Ci looked at Ling Huyun Feidao.