Tang, the sixteenth year of Wude.

Ah Zhu is seven years old.

The abbot lifted the broken hair on Ah Zhu's forehead, looked at the faint scar on his forehead, and said, "It's time." ”

As soon as these words came out, more than a dozen monks of the Garan Temple stopped what they were doing and clasped their hands together, "Amitabha." ”

Uncle Shi Jian walked up to Ah Zhu's side, touched his hair, and snickered, "Ah Zhu, cherish it! This is the last few days you have hair on your head." ”

Ah Zhu ignored him, and held a Buddhist scripture in his hand. It's only been two years, and he's already a big man.

Shi Jian's face was always full of suspicion, "How can you grow so fast if you only eat fast?" Azhu, are you secretly tasting fishy?"

In the face of Shi Jian's out-of-the-box questioning, Ah Zhu rarely paid attention to it. He felt that this uncle was not like a monk, he would tell some nonsense about women, he would remember the days when he used to drink wine and eat meat, and he would deliberately tease him.

In short, you can't be considered a serious monk.

Shi Jian felt that it felt very good, and touched Ah Zhu's hair again, "On a good day and an auspicious day, you will shave." From now on, you've really stepped into the empty door, Ah Zhu, are you willing to do it?"

Why don't you give up? Ah Zhu didn't understand. After shaving, there seems to be no difference between the days and the present.

Green lights and red fish, accompanied by a lifetime. If you can, you can get on the right path. Just like his seven years in Southridge.

Ten days later, the ordination field.

The twelve monks of Garan Monastery, including the abbot of Bianzhen, are ready.

Ah Zhu's eleven uncles had already bathed and changed their clothes, put on robes, and gathered in the small Dharma hall.

The incense is burning, the candle is burning.

Azhu knelt down with his palms together and looked at the Buddha sincerely. He also put on a new monk's robe.

Fenzhen held the bottle in his hand, dipped his fingers in a few fragrant soups, and poured three drops on Ah Zhu's head, symbolizing that the six roots would be pure from now on.

Uncle Shi Jian acted as a ring master, holding a ring knife in his hand, and approached Ah Zhu.

The ring knife swirled, and Ah Zhu's black hair fell to the ground in pieces. Pools after pools, occupying Azhu's body.

The last bit of hair was shaved off, and Ah Zhu, like his uncle and the abbot of Bianzhen, was already one of the bald heads.

"Shaving today, from now on, abandon the common name, the law name 'Xuanyi'. The abbot said.

Azhu's common name is no longer there, and from that day on, there is an additional monk named "Xuanyi" in Jialan Temple.

Xuanyi knelt down with his palms together and listened to the abbot.

"Three refuges and five precepts, abide by Buddhist practice. One refuges to the Buddha, two to the Dharma, three to the Sangha, one not to kill, two not to steal, three not to commit adultery, four not to lie, and five not to drink. This is the vow you need to keep. Xuanyi, do you remember?"

Xuanyi replied yes, kneeling with his palms together. But Shen Qingjun's face flashed in his mind, flashing so fast that Xuan Yi didn't notice it at all. It's just that the bottom of his heart suddenly fell empty, and he was in a trance for a moment.

Shakyamuni Buddha was looking at him. Xuanyi hurriedly got rid of distracting thoughts.

Xuan Yi lost his hair, and the originally soft facial muscles and bones became cold without the cover of his hair. The cheekbones look taller and the nose looks more straight. Only the dark eyes are still the same as yesterday.

There is also a faint scar on the forehead, and the marks left behind can't be removed.

He changed into a white kudzu cloth monk's robe and a soap-colored gold-rimmed robe. Holding the scriptures in hand, the Buddha nature is detached.

Another six years passed, Xuan was thirteen years old, and Shen Qingjun was fifteen years old.

In the past six years, the two have met several times one after another. Shen Qingjun will accompany Shen's father Shen Ruping to Nanling to worship his ancestors every year in Duanyang.

Before and after Duanyang, the girl in Tsing Yi would always secretly come to the Jialan Temple and kneel beside him when he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

In the afterglow, the girl in Tsing Yi is serious and seems to be worshipping the Buddha seriously. It's just that the always twisted body and boring sighs still expose her mind.

"Girl, if your heart is not sincere, don't bow down. Buddha, all in the eyes. Xuanyi didn't chant this day, just closed his eyes and knelt down, and said to the girl who crept in.

The girl didn't answer and knelt on the futon next to Xuanyi.

Xuanyi no longer persuaded each other, and routinely recited Buddhist scriptures. The sound is like the water of the clear pool, breaking the surface with stones, waving out the ripples of Qingyue, and the Zen sense is profound.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering.

The color is not different from the empty, the empty is not different from the color; Color is emptiness, emptiness is color; The same is true of what you want to do. ”

"You little monk, so smart, how can you not know that my drunkard doesn't mean to drink?" Shen Qingjun suddenly opened his eyes and boldly looked at Xuanyi, looking at the well-defined side face, and the bridge of his nose, his voice was curvy and bright, and he didn't seem to be shy at all because of his flirtatious words.

The heart is in turmoil.

Xuanyi continued to chant as if he hadn't heard.

Only he and the Buddha statue in front of him, who had heard him recite the scriptures countless times, knew that he had made several mistakes.

Beside him, the fragrance on Shen Qingjun's body seemed to be a little heavier than the incense in the temple.

Amitabha.

Xuanyi swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, and thought about the six pure, green and red fish for a lifetime.

This girl is nothing more than a passerby. It has nothing to do with his Buddhist practice.

Amitabha.

After straightening his mind, he said, "The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, have attained the three bodhisattvas of the three bodhisattvas......

Shen Qingjun is like this, he comes early every morning and accompanies him to chant sutras until noon.

Before and after Duanyang, day after day, year after year.

When Xuan was thirteen years old and Wude was twenty-two years old, in addition to Duanyang meeting a few times, he also went to Chang'an Shen Mansion with the abbot of Bianzhen on the Shangyuan Festival. It's for blessings.

"Xuanyi, do you remember the Shen clan who returned to Nanling from Duanyang every year?" Bianzhen left Xuanyi after the morning class, touched the remaining scar on his forehead, and asked.

Xuan nodded a little.

"The Shen family has always given a lot of incense money for my temple, and this time, they invited us to pray for the blessings of the Shen family. Xuanyi, you go with me. The abbot said in a deep voice.

"Why don't you find Uncle Shijian?" Xuan Yi frowned, wanting to refuse.

"Shi Jian was infected with the wind and cold, and it was inconvenient for the boat to work. The abbot replied.

"That Jingdu Uncle ......"

"Xuanyi, stop saying it again. You go with me. It's already set. ”

“...... Be. Xuan nodded, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

On the carriage, the master who drove the horse shook his whip and roared into the carriage, "Two monks, why did you leave the pure place of the temple and come to the noisy place of mortal dust this time?"

The abbot closed his eyes, "I came to pray for the blessing of the Shen family." ”

"But the wealthy businessman Shen Pingru, who has countless family properties and is famous for his restaurant 'never sleeps'?"

"Exactly. The abbot recited the scriptures silently, not forgetting to answer the groom.

"That Shen Pingru is really wise, his restaurant 'never sleeps', but it is the favorite place for dignitaries and nobles in the capital, and that sighs red dust, tsk, oh, I forgot that a few people are monks, not good women, oops-what a pity!"

The groom smiled heartily and flicked again. The horses cried and ran faster.

"I'm in Chang'an not long ago, sit down, and wait for me to hurry up. ”

The car swayed and often rolled over the stones. Xuanyi sat like a mountain and kept turning the red Buddha beads in his hand.

"How many people have heard of it? A Huo Mansion has just been built next to the Shen Mansion, which is not as depressed as the Shen Mansion. I think that the Huo Mansion is even better! No wonder, the head of the Huo family, Hawthorne, is a celebrity in front of today. I heard that Shen Qingjun, the daughter of the Shen family, and Huo Lanyuan, the son of the Huo family, have always been friends, maybe the two adults still expect to get married! When the time comes, with the Huo family opening the way for the Shen family, this is really a rich country!"

After saying that, the groom laughed again.

Xuanyi turned the hand of the Buddha bead for a moment, and let go. Buddha beads drop.

Bianzhen glanced at Xuanyi and did not speak.

"In a few hours, you will be able to reach the Shen Mansion! ”