There was a faint candlelight in the temple, but the gate was closed.

Ye Zhiqiu took Youlan and slowly stepped forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Tuk Tuk ......

In the dead of night, the knocking sound is very crisp, and there is some charm of monks knocking on the door under the moon.

It took a long time before footsteps came, and a childish voice asked in the door, "Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night?" ”

It seems that this is the little monk in the temple.

Ye Zhiqiu said loudly: "We are passers-by, lost. Little Master, please be merciful and let us stay here for the night. ”

There was silence in the temple door, and then the latch rang and the door opened.

A bright little head poked out, sleepy-eyed, looked at Ye Zhiqiu and Youlan, and muttered, "Donor, if you want to spend the night, I have to go and tell the master." Although there is a house for you to live in, I dare not make my decisions without Master's consent. ”

The boy was about eleven or twelve years old, pink, and lovely, like a boy of good fortune.

However, there was a black aura between his eyebrows, which was obviously a sign of ghost qi invasion!

Judging from the ghost aura on the little monk, it was not caused by a year or two.

It's a pity that the little monk himself doesn't know, his face is innocent and carefree.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and thanked him: "Please let the little master inform the master, we will wait here." ”

The little monk did not close the door and turned away.

Looking at the back of the little monk, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt a little heartache, did the compassion of the Buddhist family save the demon or implicate the innocent?

After another three minutes, the little monk led an old monk over and said with a smile: "Two donors, my master is here." ”

The old monk was about seventy years old, dressed in shabby gray monk's robes, described as withered, and his face was full of bitterness and hatred. That posture is like a miscellaneous work in the temple, and there is no trace of the demeanor of a monk.

Ye Zhiqiu clasped his palms: "I have seen this master, we are passing by, we got lost in the mountains, we can't come and go, I want to stay in your temple for one night, and I ask the master to be merciful." ”

"Amitabha, good, good." The old monk hurriedly clasped his palms and returned the salute, looked at Ye Zhiqiu and the others, and asked, "May I ask the two donors, who are you...... What relationship? ”

"Oh, this is my sister." Ye Zhiqiu said.

If it is said that Youlan is his apprentice, or his wife's apprentice, Ye Zhiqiu feels that it is inappropriate, it is difficult for others to understand, and he is also suspected of being under the melon field;

said that she was her sister, which was simple and clear, and others would not be cranky.

The old monk frowned, a little embarrassed: "The temple has always stipulated that female donors can come in to offer incense, but they are not allowed to stay overnight. Therefore, this female benefactor, the poor monk really can't arrange it. ”

"Why can't women stay overnight? I can give money. Youlan said.

The old monk shook his head: "The rules of the past generations have nothing to do with money. ”

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but say: "The so-called men and women are nothing more than flesh and skin, and they are all false. The master has attained the Tao and the monks, and the four are empty, so why should they be confined to men and women? ”

The old monk was taken aback, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu again: "The donor knows the Dharma well, is he a home practitioner?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu clasped his palms: "I just have compassion and admire Buddhism, but I haven't taken refuge yet." ”

"Good, the Dharma is vast, but whoever has good thoughts in his heart is the heart of the Buddha." The old monk nodded, and then asked Youlan: "This female benefactor, have you ever heard of Buddhism?" ”

Youlan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded:

"I have always had my heart to the Buddha, and I have memorized Buddhist scriptures, but I don't believe that I will recite a heart sutra to you...... When contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom and walking in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is empty, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true for the thought and action. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

This is the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, and the full text is more than 200 words.

Youlan was originally a fox, and at the beginning of his cultivation, he imitated human beings to speak and read, and he would recite the common Buddhist and Taoist scriptures, and even the four books and five classics.

Because the practice of foxes is very long, it takes hundreds of years to see the effect.

For example, Youlan, before meeting Ye Zhiqiu, had also cultivated for more than three hundred years. For more than 300 years, Youlan has memorized Buddhist scriptures, Taoist scriptures and Confucian articles, probably more than Confucius!

Youlan was articulate and recited like flowing water, and she finished reciting it in the blink of an eye.

The little monk looked overjoyed and said to the old monk: "Master, Master, this female benefactor is better than me!" ”

The old monk also smiled, nodded and said: "Since the female benefactor will be blessed with the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, it is also a person who is destined for Buddhism, and the poor monk made an exception today." Two donors, please come in. ”

"Thank you, Master." Ye Zhiqiu took Youlan into the temple gate, thinking to himself, it's really not easy!

When you enter a monk's temple, you still have to take an exam!

After hard work, Youlan learned solidly and passed the exam.

After entering the temple gate, Ye Zhiqiu still did not forget the old rules, and folded his palms in front of the statue of the god in the main hall to worship incense.

The old monk was even more happy when he saw it, and nodded again and again, appreciating Ye Zhiqiu's behavior.

After all, these days, there are fewer and fewer young people who are polite and well-behaved.

Taking the opportunity of incense, Ye Zhiqiu carefully looked at the layout of the main hall.

The main hall is the hall of the Great Hero, which is dedicated to the statue of the god of Rulai, and there are four King Kongs on the two walls.

The statue is realistic, lifelike, and mighty, but it is very bleak. From Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, the Buddha statues are stained with a layer of ghostly energy! (9.1, 3rd Shift.) ）

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