Chapter 157 turns into acacia red bean red

Huo Yuanzhen did not listen to Mo Lan's dissuasion, this Murong Qiuyu openly said in Shaolin that his family was not, he must not retreat, although he cultivates Buddhism, he can't let people arrange it at will. &*.《》.Fastest update**

"Miss Murong, it seems that there is a misunderstanding of the monks, the monks break the red dust, not really have nothing to worry about the red dust, such as you and other people from the red dust to my Shaolin, still treat each other with courtesy, if you are in trouble, my Shaolin will also do my best to help, how to say that it can have nothing to do with the red dust. ”

Murong Qiuyu looked at Huo Yuanzhen, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't see his joy and anger, and said softly: "Qiuyu doesn't say that your teachings are not good, but I think that such a thing is too bizarre and illusory, and it is impossible to have any results.

"This poem does have. ”

"Okay, Qiu Yu will ask the master, what is this Bodhi tree and Mingjingtai?"

Huo Yuanzhen said: "Bodhi means enlightenment, wisdom, sudden enlightenment, epiphany of truth, reaching the realm of transcendence, etc., it can also refer to the heart, Bodhi tree refers to the troubles in the heart, the mirror is of course the mirror that explains the brightness, and the platform is that there are no troubles and distractions in everyone's heart, and no matter how bright the mirror is, it can't reflect the troubles and distractions hidden in your heart, which is a supreme state of Buddhism." ”

Murong Qiuyu heard Huo Yuanzhen say this, and nodded faintly, this monk seems to have two more moments, but this is better, otherwise it will be too boring.

"The master said it soundly, but Qiu Yu thinks, you worship and practice like this, cut off the red dust, it is really the most stupid practice, born down, should not be the green light of the ancient Buddha, should not live up to the good years, outside the spring and autumn colors, summer rain and winter snow, prosperous like a brocade, now it is the New Year is coming, but you are staying in this deep mountain ancient temple, it is really unwise. ”

"Senior sister, shall we go back?"

Mo Lan felt that Murong Qiuyu had said a little too much.

"Senior sister, what are you anxious about? Qiu Yu wants to have a good talk with this master. ”

Murong Qiuyu tilted his head slightly, a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, his face was delicate and charming, and inadvertently, he revealed an incomparable lethality to men.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and asked his heart, not moved by Murong Qiuyu's beauty, but smiled and said: "Miss Murong is not good, although the poor monk is not talented, but he can also understand this Bodhi mirror, how it is outside, the poor monk is also very clear." ”

After speaking, Huo Yuanzhen paused for a moment: "With Bodhi Mirror in mind, there is no guess about the spring and autumn colors, and there is no need to look at the dazzling eyes for many years, and the prosperous eyes are planted in the eyes." ”

After talking for a long time, Murong Qiuyu finally took a look. (Baidu search ", watch the latest update of this book)

Huo Yuanzhen's words, which were aimed at his own talent everywhere, made people irrefutable for a while.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "What the master said this time is good, it seems that everything is in your heart, so if you are allowed to leave this Shaolin Temple, you can still practice with your heart?"

"Amitabha, my Buddhist practice, no matter where I am, is no hindrance, poor monks will also teach monks on weekdays, birth and entry into the world are all practice, no matter the location. ”

Although Qiu Yu had never studied Buddhism, he also knew that the holy land of Buddhism should be Lingshan, and there was no difference between practicing in Lingshan and practicing in the mortal world? ”

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Where is Lingshan?

Murong Qiuyu paused for a moment, and found that he seemed to have made a mistake, this Lingshan had only heard about it, how could he know the location? ..., but she could only shake her head and say, "I don't know about the autumn rain." ”

"Since you don't know, the poor monk can tell Miss Murong that the Buddha is in his heart, the spiritual mountain is only in your heart, everyone has a spiritual mountain tower, and only repairs to the spiritual mountain tower, this spiritual mountain is in the heart, why do you need to divide the location?"

Huo Yuanzhen's words were full of Zen machines, and one aphoristic sentence after another, which finally made Murong Qiuyu feel a little at a loss.

He wrote a poem, which stimulated the monk, but he didn't expect him to fight and fight back one after another, and the more he seemed to defend him, the more he entered his strengths.

His eyes rolled, and Murong Qiuyu said again: "Master, your Dharma is so profound, have you ever broken the fate of the dust?"

For Murong Qiuyu's question, Huo Yuanzhen is really difficult to answer, if he says that he has broken the fate, he can't even deceive himself, but if he doesn't break it, it will inevitably let this girl grab the handle and fight back.

But Huo Yuanzhen still insisted: "The poor monk is blunt, and he has never completely broken the fate of the dust, and he is ashamed of my Buddha." ”

Murong Qiuyu raised his head slightly: "The master said this, which proves that he still adheres to his original intention, I don't know why the master failed to break the dust relationship?"

"Obsession, concern, and so on. ”

Huo Yuanzhen's vague answer made Murong Qiuyu not very satisfied, his eyes blinked twice, and he said: "Qiuyu once heard a beautiful poem, but I only remember the first three sentences, but I forgot the fourth sentence, I don't know if the master can solve Qiuyu's doubts." ”

"Miss Murong, please speak, the poor monk knows everything. ”

"The first three sentences are called, once the sea was difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, take the second flower bush lazy review, as for the last sentence I forgot, how should I say it?"

Huo Yuanzhen said casually: "The last sentence is, half-edge cultivation and half-edged king." ”

Murong Qiuyu clapped his hands and sighed lightly: "Sure enough, the master is only eight buckets high, and this poem is very appropriate for the master." ”

"Appropriate, what did Miss Murong say?"

"The master himself said that the fate of the dust is not over, I think the master also has the feeling of being in the sea, and in the face of Qiu Yu and Sister Mo Lan, there has never been any loss of etiquette, although Qiu Yu is unbearable, but Sister Mo Lan is a first-class beauty, the abbot is a monk, but everyone has a love for beauty, there must be a reason why the master is so disdainful of our sisters. ”

"Then according to what Miss Murong said, what is the reason?"

Huo Yuanzhen also feels very interesting, this Murong Qiuyu behaves decently everywhere, but this mouth is also powerful enough, with her pretty appearance, it is indeed very attractive, although he will not be fascinated by it, but he can't hate it.

"Of course, it's the last sentence of the master, half of the cultivation path and half of the king, half of it is because you are practicing, and the other half is naturally because of Ning Wanjun. ”

When Mo Lan heard it next to her, she almost laughed, Ning Wanjun and Murong Qiuyu, known as the evil way Shuangjiao, are the two most beautiful women, how Ning Wanjun Mo Lan doesn't know, but Murong Qiuyu, but has always regarded Ning Wanjun as an imaginary enemy, although he has never said how Ning Wanjun is, but he cares about it, this may be Murong Qiuyu's biggest weakness.

This monk has a good relationship with Ning Wanjun, he knows it, and Murong Qiuyu also knows it, but he didn't expect to take it out at this time, which shows that Murong Qiuyu still cares very much in his heart.

Mo Lan could understand Murong Qiuyu's thoughts, if this monk really had affection for Ning Wanjun and disdained herself, then it would definitely be a blow to this lady of Heaven at the end of the world.

Huo Yuanzhen was also a little dumbfounded, this Murong Qiuyu can really be connected, and this can also be connected, and he couldn't help but say, "Miss Murong is too worried." ”

Speaking of this matter, Murong Qiuyu saw that Huo Yuanzhen did not have too many excuses, and there was a trace of unhappiness in his heart, and he thought about it and said: "Master, you are indeed talented, Qiuyu thinks that he can't convince you." "...," Thank you to the female benefactor for her praise, the poor monk is ashamed. ”

"I'm going back to the end of the world with Senior Sister Mo Lan now, and I'll come to visit the master again in the future, and talk to the master today, so that Qiu Yu has a new view of Buddhism, before leaving, I hope the master can give Qiu Yu a Buddhist ritual weapon to keep as a souvenir. ”

If others want magic weapons, they all need to be invited, this Murong Qiuyu just opened his mouth and asked for it, and he also left a souvenir.

"Fortunately, since Miss Murong has this proposal, then the poor monk will give the girl a paper fan, on which there is a painting of the Buddha admonishing the world, and I hope to bring a cool breeze to the girl in the summer. ”

"Thank you master, but Qiuyu has a request, that is, on the back of the paper fan, the master wants to write it, write the Shaolin One Ring Abbot sent to Murong Qiuyu in Tianyahai Pavilion, to prove that this thing is mine from now on." ”

Hearing this, Huo Yuanzhen saw a hint of cunning in Murong Qiuyu's eyes, and had already guessed what she was thinking, but he still nodded and said, "Since this is the case, it will be as the girl wishes." ”

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen went back to the abbot's courtyard, and after a while, he took out a paper fan with a Buddha pattern on it and the handwriting he had just written on the back.

came to Murong Qiuyu, opened the fan a little, and let Murong Qiuyu see it, and sure enough, there were the words "Shaolin One Ring Presented to Murong Qiuyu in the End of the World Pavilion".

Murong Qiuyu took the fan with a smile, and actually gave Huo Yuanzhen a blessing for the first time: "Thank you, abbot, Murong Qiuyu has taken his leave." ”

After finishing speaking, he took Mo Lan and left.

Mo Lan couldn't resist her, so she had to wave her hand at Huo Yuanzhen, and then she was pulled out.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Huo Yuanzhen showed a slight smile.

The two of them walked out of the gate of Shaolin Temple, and Murong Qiuyu let out a long breath: "This monk is really not simple, senior sister, you are not unjustly defeated." ”

Mo Lan didn't speak, thinking that you also know that it is powerful, and you are speechless when you are refuted, but you are thicker than me.

Murong Qiuyu said again: "But this monk did a lot of calculations, and in the end he was deceived by this girl." ”

After that, she thought to herself: "I'll keep this paper fan, isn't he on a good relationship with Ning Wanjun, when I see Ning Wanjun in the future, I'll show this fan to Ning Wanjun, no matter how good Ning Wanjun is with him, I haven't gotten this kind of gift to anyone, at this point, she lost to me, it's best to see Ning Wanjun's jealous appearance." ”

Thinking about it, Murong Qiuyu opened the fan and wanted to see Huo Yuanzhen's handwriting.

But when it was fully opened, her smile froze on her face.

It turns out that on the back of this fan, not only the name of the one ring, but also four small poems are written.

"Escaping into the mountains has become a monk, Ayaluo small fan persuaded the city, don't turn the grains of Bodhi into acacia red bean red. ”

After these seven words, it was the words that were given to Murong Qiuyu.

"Is this arrogant monk trying to persuade me not to have a crush on him?".

"How do I take it out and see people! If I let others see it, and I have to misunderstand that I have a crush on a monk, wouldn't I have to laugh off my big teeth!"

Mo Lan was a little surprised to find that the little junior sister, who had always been confident, had a hint of crimson on her face, and she bit her lips tightly, as if she was gritting her teeth.

"Isn't it just that many truths have been refuted, as for hating like this?". Mo Lan didn't understand this very much...... ，