The abbot's quiet room is at the back of the hall, and the monks can be seen sitting neatly on the futon and chanting the Buddha from a distance outside the hall, each with a very solemn expression, and the back of one of them is extremely familiar, but I just can't remember where I have seen it, the little monk seems to be stunned when he sees me, stretches out his hand and makes a "please" posture, and says slowly: "Donor, walk around the lobby and walk a little way to the abbot's quiet room." ”

I said "oh", thinking that I didn't know any monks, obviously it was the first time to come to Qinglu Temple, where did I meet acquaintances so coincidentally?

"What are they doing that?"

From the perspective of the lobby, more than 20 people were faintly seen on the hillside in the distance carrying buckets in their hands for morning running, and several people fell to the ground because they couldn't bear it, and after they fell, they got up and picked up the buckets and continued to run with the team.

The little monk patiently explained: "The monks in the temple have to go to the spring at the bottom of the mountain to fetch water before dawn, and make several round-trips from the mountain spring to Qinglu Temple to strengthen the body, which can be regarded as another kind of practice." ”

I nodded, and after a while, there was an ancient ringing of bells in the temple, and the little monk heard the voice: "The morning's homework has ended, please come with me." ”

I quickened my pace to keep up, and walked around the front hall of the chanting to a secluded Buddhist room, and the little monk stepped forward and knocked on the door, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Abbot, Lord Qin is here." ”

A kind old voice floated from the room: "Please let her in." ”

The little monk pushed open the door for me, the room was filled with light in an instant, my eyes were not yet adjusted, the person had stepped into the room with his front feet, and the door behind him was gently closed, I saw a cold-faced man in a plain monk's robe and a kind old monk sitting at a low table, holding black and white chess pieces to play, look at this look, the chess has been half played.

The two of them were addicted to the chess game of fighting, I was bored, so I had to find a square stool to sit down, not long after breakfast, there was still some bloating, I poured a cup of tea and blew hot air, drank a few sips, and felt much more comfortable.

People don't say anything about the true gentleman, I don't play chess, *plug in* can't talk, there are rows of bookshelves in the Buddhist room, I'm bored anyway, squeeze in and turn around, I thought the abbot collected all the Buddhist scriptures, but there are a lot of medical books mixed in, "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Shennong's Materia Medica", "The Emperor's Inner Canon", "Qianjinfang", "Pulse Sutra", ...... You name it, you name it.

An old yellowed booklet at the bottom of the diagonal attracted my attention, where the booklet was located, people would not bend down to take it, but it happened that a small bag of candied fruit that I hid on my waist fell to the ground, I leaned over to pick it up, and the ghost made a god * pull out the booklet to see, and there was a word clearly written on the spine: forbidden.

People are curious, I turned my head to look, the cold-faced man and the abbot were still focused on the chessboard, not paying any attention to me, I turned my back to them, trembling hands and reading quickly, just turned a few pages, a familiar name of the medicine came into view: Forget the worry grass.

It is recorded in the book that the grass of forgetting worries, the fragrance of flowers, the sexual poison, the bitter taste, the medicinal properties are domineering and strong, the memory of those who take this grass is gone, the weakness is injured, and the serious ones have sudden cracks in the internal organs, and the blood is exhausted and they die. Because of its severe toxicity, the southern country has long forbidden the people to plant, leaving only a few plants in the court, so it is listed as a secret medicine for the royal family to give death to the guilty.

The toxicity of forgetting worries is not incomprehensible, the roots and leaves are highly toxic, but the petals can be detoxified, just because the flowering period of forgetting worries is very short and irregular, it is a treasure of the south of the country, which can be encountered but not sought.

"The roots and leaves are poisonous, and only the Forgetfulness Flower can resolve its toxicity-" I subconsciously thought that I was already shocked into a cold sweat, lost my memory, and sometimes felt weak and powerless, and suddenly remembered the words of Imperial Physician Zhang, my face sank, I was too frightened, and I threw away the booklet like throwing away a hot potato.

The book in his hand fell to the ground, "What happened?" The cold-faced man took the lead in abandoning his son and strode towards me, I was afraid that the forbidden book would be discovered by him, so he turned around and sat down, just covering the book, I looked up at him nervously, and the hand under the sleeve was clenched tightly, and I didn't dare to reveal a trace of guilt on my face.

He frowned: "Did the fall hurt?" ”

He thought that I had fallen to the ground unintentionally, so my mind spun quickly, rubbed my legs and stomach, and complained: "Call me here badly, you and the abbot are playing chess and ignore me, and my legs are sore when I stand here reading a book." ”

"Watching the chess without saying a word, I haven't played against the abbot for several months, and I get carried away for a while, okay, I'll help you up."

His expression is unprecedentedly gentle, as if a piece of thousand-year-old ice has melted, since he went up to Qinglu Mountain, his whole person has been reborn as gentle, isn't it that Qinglu Temple really has such a magic, can unconsciously dissolve the murderous aura on a person's body?

How could I be helped up by him, as soon as I stood up, I was exposed, sat on the ground and said: "You don't have to worry about me, I'm just sore legs, it's no big deal, don't call the abbot master a joke." ”

Looking through the gap in the bookshelf, the abbot smiled meaningfully, didn't this old fox see my trick?

The cold-faced man had no choice but to follow me: "Okay, it's cold on the ground, just sit for a while." ”

He sat back in his place and continued the unfinished game, and I sneaked the book back, and looked back at the two to make sure they hadn't noticed me.

I calmed down and walked out, sat down at the table in a proper manner, the two of them were silent, an old monk was settled, you came and I went back and forth a few times, and the fight was very happy, and finally the cold-faced man took the first step and said: "The master accepts." ”

The abbot smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and praised the cold-faced man's chess skills: "The donor is too modest, you are thoughtful, the offensive is fierce, the defense is also thorough, the advance and retreat are moderate, the old man is old in the end, and he is convinced to lose to the donor, haha——"

It seemed that the abbot seemed to be a very talkative old man, and I was indifferent, and the abbot turned to me again and asked kindly, "Can the fetal chrysanthemum be to the donor's taste?" ”

I realized that the abbot was talking to me, and said, "The taste is strong and pure, and the stomach is moist and clear when I drink it." ”

"Very good." The abbot slowly stood up: "Donor, please come with the old man." ”

I just thought that the cold-faced man had mentioned fortune-telling to the abbot, and he followed behind until the abbot took out a Buddhist scripture from the top layer of the bookshelf and handed it to me: "The donor has a relationship with Qinglu Temple, and the old man will give this scripture to the donor, and copy it three or five times a day, not more than a month, it should be able to dissolve the depression in the heart, and achieve the heart is like water, and the blood and qi are smooth." ”

At the end, I didn't forget to add a sentence: "The donor has a small residence in Qinglu Temple, and the right is to practice the schoolwork, if you don't understand, you can ask the monks in the temple for advice, and the old man will arrange a person to supervise the donor's homework." ”

This old man is the head of the Qinglu Temple, and he speaks very decently, so that people can't find the slightest mistake, and he doesn't hit the smiling face head-on, not to mention that this is his territory, how embarrassed I am to brush his mind in person, and quickly think about it, I smiled and took the scriptures, bent my eyes and discussed with him: "Master Abbot, you see that the foundation of Buddhism is shallow, and the scriptures are obscure, and the heart is really more than enough and the strength is insufficient, and the pure heart and calm breath do not have to copy the Buddhist scriptures three or five times, the environment of Qinglu Temple is quiet......"

Unexpectedly, the abbot put away his kind and kind smile, and straightened his face: "According to the old man, the donor Buddha has a deep relationship, and the Buddha pays attention to the word 'enlightenment'. ”

I was a little depressed in my heart, and said that this old man was an old fox with a deep Taoism, and he gave me such a big trap after a while, but I heard someone behind me laugh softly, and the cold-faced man said softly: "Master, I think the master of the temple is a suitable candidate." ”

I still hope that he can help me out of the siege, so that I can save myself from the pain of copying Buddhist scriptures five times a day, it turns out that he is adding fuel to the fire. With a look of indignation, I put away the scriptures, said goodbye to the two of them, and walked out.

When I walked away, the abbot seemed to remember the past, and said in an old voice: "After a few years, the little daughter of the Qin Shizhu is still a young child, and she is probably doing well, and the Qin Shizhu can finally smile at Jiuquan." ”

"That person spoils her, only more than the master, she can be called one person under ten thousand people." His words changed sharply, as if he was sad: "The master once said that her fate is unfortunate and cannot be broken, I implore the master to remember the friendship with the master and protect her thoroughly." ”

The abbot folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the monks ignore the world, they don't want to be contaminated with red dust, and they can't be killed in the Qinglu Temple, so the donor can rest assured." ”

"Thank you master for your help, Qi Ao is grateful."