"Linggu Zen Forest"

Four big characters, standing on the stele in front of the temple, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty personally inscribed. When the cattle were young, they were grazing cattle in the mountains and fields, and when they grew up, they became begging monks, until they became generals, they taught themselves to read and write, and they took the throne and passed the chapters for decades.

Pouted, raised his legs and walked into the gate of Linggu Heart Temple, Tie Lingshuang stood in the outer courtyard, a bluestone avenue led directly to the King Kong Hall, glanced at the two wide-eyed beads, one carrying the demon pestle, and the other carrying the clay statue of the King Kong sword, passed through the hall and came to the courtyard in front of the Buddha Hall.

Looking up, in the Buddha Hall of Linggu Heart Temple, there is a group of bald heads, with a green scalp, a few black and black ring scars on it, and the hundred clothes are also green, like a big green worm.

On the opposite side sat an old Zen master, wearing a gold-patterned robe on a red background, wearing a Bodhi lotus hat, his hair was white, one hand turned over the scriptures placed on the Buddha table, and the other hand hung the rosary on the chest of the Buddha, gently opened his mouth, and his deep voice resounded, like a King Kong roar.

"Break the suspicion and give birth to the letter, the absolute supergene, and forget the law to solve the vacuum. Prajna has a lot of flavor, four sentences are integrated, and the blessings are endless. ”

The group of green insects below seemed to be accustomed to hearing the roar of the Buddhist lion, and their faces were blank, and even the drowsiness on their faces could not fade.

The old Zen master sat a young monk in his right hand, about thirty years old, dressed in white clothes, with thick earlobes, a bulging forehead, a plump chin, warm eyebrows and kind eyes, and his hands folded.

Smiling slightly, the young monk picked up the sandalwood mallet on the small table in front of him and gently tapped the black copper in front of him.

"Ding Buzz~"

Clear and clear, far away, can calm the mind. Without disturbing their morning class, Tie Lingshuang bypassed the huge two-person tall incense burner in the courtyard, and while glancing, he passed through the Heavenly King Hall where the Buddha Hall was juxtaposed, and came to a small courtyard.

Two large round pools, sandwiched between a gravel path, lotus leaf pieces in the pool, from time to time one or two turtles probe to ventilate.

Slowing down, pacing slowly, the pool on the left is slightly larger, and there are many kings in it, stepping on one by one, taking turns to ventilate, bringing the water waves to shake, and the lotus flowers on the pool surface are also swaying.

Glimpsing the pool on the left facing the Temple of the God of Wealth, Tie Lingshuang sneered, turned his head to look at the slightly smaller pool on the right, and looked for a while, only one or two turtles near the water's edge under his feet took small breaths, and did not dive, just lying quietly on the surface of the water.

Looking up, there are also lotus leaves in the small pool, and there are only two lotus flowers, far away to the other side of the pool. A green lotus stem, straight up, holding two moist red crystal clear lotus flowers, like a pair of tender white and soft wattles, turned out to be a rare double lotus.

Twins, with one heart and one root, and with the same blessing, it is very auspicious. He was nodding his head to admire, and among the two lotus flowers, the slightly smaller one was windless and automatically shook the flower towards Tie Lingshuang.

With his eyebrows raised, Tie Lingshuang carried the iron spear, approached gently along the edge of the pool, and stared at the water of the lotus flower from the gap between the lotus leaves, and did not find the turtle king, and couldn't help but be slightly vigilant in his heart.

Leaning two meters away, Tsai carefully stared at the faint aura and Dilian looked up and down, the bone bird on his waist didn't react at all, and was staring at himself.

"Amitabha. ”

The loud and loud voice came, Tie Lingshuang looked up, thinking that it was the morning class, the old Zen master pinched the rosary in his fingers, and walked from the back door of the Heavenly King Palace, and fell half a step behind him, and the young white-clothed monk smiled and looked at himself.

"Donor, this lotus has been blooming in my Linggu Heart Temple for hundreds of years, and has never withered. ”

The old Zen master smiled, looked at Tie Lingshuang, glanced at the bronze medal on her waist, and nodded to explain. Tie Lingshuang heard him speak, her eyes flashed slightly, and she asked in a cold voice,

"Spirit Valley Inner Gate?"

The young monk's face changed, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he glanced at Tie Lingshuang in surprise, the old Zen master's face remained unchanged, but he lowered the lion's roar,

"Linggu Inner Gate Temple, Outer Gate Elder, Hong Lone. This is my inner disciple, Fafa. Seen the donor. ”

Tie Lingshuang nodded, knowing that the Qixia Temple had recently been used as a water and land dojo, and the abbots and elders of the temples in Jinling had gone there to chant the scriptures, leaving only one elder to guard the temple, no wonder he saw a bearded one.

No more nonsense, Tie Lingshuang withdrew his mind from the lotus flower, and asked lightly,

"Master Hong Lone, the day before yesterday, there was a young couple with a three-year-old daughter, worshipping Buddha in your temple, the little girl had fallen and injured her forehead, I don't know if anyone in your company knows?"

The white eyebrows of the Hongshan master frowned slightly, and he turned his head sideways and forgot to look at the apprentice next to him. Nafa smiled slightly, folded his hands, and returned with a smile,

"It is true that at the beginning of the 14th day of the seventh month, when it was almost noon, the three donors came to the temple to worship the Buddha. ”

As he spoke, his fingers pointed to the ground under his feet,

"The little girl fell down here. ”

Tie Lingshuang looked down at the gravel ground at his feet, carefully scanned for a long time, did not find a trace of blood, looked at the lotus plant by the pool, did not feel a trace of bloodthirsty demonic energy, frowned, and was silent.

After a long time, retracting his thoughts, Tie Lingshuang looked sideways, and the hall opposite the slightly smaller pool was like a thatched hut, low and dilapidated, and the door was half open, and the golden God of Wealth Temple side by side was one heaven and one underground.

The plaque that was supposed to be hung on the door fell to the ground and lay next to the door, with three large italics written on it, "Yi Nian Temple", and a thin palm print on each side, one shallow and one deep.

It is quite novel, this Linggu Heart Temple has the emperor's inscription, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims, how can there be such a dilapidated thatched hut in this obstruction.

As if seeing the doubts in Tie Lingshuang's eyes, the white-clothed monk smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and bowed deeply to the dilapidated thatched hut.

"Epiphany and Buddhahood, in a thought. This temple of thought is the place where the first abbot of our temple had an epiphany, just like the Bodhi holy tree behind the West Rulai. Therefore, it has been left as it is. ”

seemed to hear a little pride and provocation, glanced at the blue-headed white worm in front of him, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and he sneered in his heart, what a Buddhist door, what an inner door and an outer door, still wandering around the edge of Vanity Fair, it was really a group of bald donkeys who even deceived themselves.

Master Hong Lian's face was also stiff, and he glanced at Fafa with displeasure, and Pufa seemed to have thought of something, knowing that he had lost his mouth, and he bowed his head and was silent.

Tie Lingshuang raised his legs and approached the hall of a thought, and glanced at the hall, there was only a small clay statue of the Bodhisattva, covered in gold paint peeling, pitted, if it were not for the body size is thick and fat, the lying posture is very leisurely, and he would not recognize it as Maitreya Buddha at all.

The plaque at the foot of the head was bowed, and the square face was large, and he looked carefully at the two palm prints.

The plaque made of iron and wood, no wonder hundreds of years have passed, there is no moth-eaten, a slightly shallow palm print, the edge is rounded, the texture is clear, it seems to be carefully polished and engraved, and the faint Buddha rhyme is leisurely.

The other palm print is quite a master's style, the palm print is deep, charred and deep, and the cracks around it spread, faintly scorched black marks, as if it is burned by a demon fire.

Staring at the slightly deeper palm print and observing it carefully for a while, he caught a glimpse of the faces of the two monks who followed behind him were not very kind, Tie Lingshuang suppressed the doubts in his heart, thought for a moment, and asked softly,

"In your temple, in addition to the double lotus, are there any other spiritual objects?"

When these words were asked, Tie Lingshuang stared at the eyes of the two people in front of him.

The old monk shook his head and did not speak, but the young monk smiled and shook his head, and said softly,

"The things of heaven and earth, birds and beasts to open the spiritual sense is already very difficult, this flower and tree want to cultivate a trace of spiritual sense, it is even rarer, in front of the donor, this plant and Ti Lian, is already the treasure of my temple, and nothing else. ”

Tie Lingshuang nodded, glanced around, and then looked up at a few hundred meters away from the courtyard, a small hill at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to walk out,

"Donor, has the killing intent been rising recently?"

Paused to walk, turned to look at the old monk Hong Lonely, saw that his white beard was shaking, his eyes seemed to be compassionate, Tie Lingshuang sneered, squinted and glanced at the deep palm print, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he didn't speak, looking at the two monks in front of him whose faces were frozen again, carrying iron guns, and walking out.

In front of the temple, two figures lowered their heads, the young Pufa seemed to have a resentful face, his breath was uneven, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak, Hong Xiao let out a long breath, recited the Buddha's horn, and the lion's roar sounded again,

"One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon, and you have been gradually impetuous, if you can't see through the appearance, I'm afraid you will be like the patriarch. ”

looked at the Fa Fa in front of him and lowered his head, folded his hands, and listened to the teacher's teachings,

"All appearances are false, and if you see things that are not images, you will see them as they are. Go and practice along the mountain, up and down nine times. ”

Hearing the verses in the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra", Pufa bowed his head and said yes, took off his monk's shoes, bare feet, and silently recited in his mouth, walking along the gravel path, step by step, to the outside of the hall.

Seeing the figure of the lover disappear, Pufa walked to the double lotus and sat down, retracted the lion's roar, and recited silently in a low voice, no longer the "Diamond Sutra", but the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" for enlightenment, a faint golden breath came out of the mouth, turning into wisps of golden mist, enveloping the two lotus flowers.

Out of the Lingguxin Temple, Tie Lingshuang walked slowly along the path at the foot of the mountain, scanning the surroundings all the way, and from time to time looking down at the temple that was getting farther and farther away at his feet.

After walking for a stick of incense time, there were no special traces along the way, and when I came to the top of the small hill, I looked up, and the top of Zhongshan Mountain in the distance was also like a bald man, and the forest forest wood happened to be under the brain, and the top of the mountain was smooth with oil.

It is said that if the human body is full of kidney qi, it will lose hair, and if you are worried and irritable, you will also go bald. I don't know if this Zhongshan is too full of purple gold and washed away the trees on the top of the mountain, or if there is gold and iron blocking in his chest, and he is bored, just like a monk's head, bare.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Tie Lingshuang turned around and looked down at the Lingguxin Temple at the foot of the mountain, the Buddha hall and the palace, like a small table, the group of monks really became green worms, crawling between the tables in twos and threes.

Just rejoicing in his heart, a slight sound came, looking sideways at the road, a white figure, bowing his head and slowly walking forward, barefoot and bald, it was the monk of Pufa.

Tie Lingshuang stared at it, only to see that the five fingers of his right hand were opened, and the fingertips were slightly tightened and buckled, like dragon claws, placed on his chest, and the faint golden light condensed the heart of the claw.

The left hand is pressed down and placed on the side, as if pressed and caressed, and the palm edge is faintly broken gold, mixed with black lines. Na Pufa didn't look up, he paused one step at a time, whispered Buddha in his mouth, walked to Tie Lingshuang's side, glanced at the iron spear she was carrying in her hand slightly, and continued to walk forward step by step.

"Arhat bipolar, descending snake and cat, it seems that your master is very optimistic about you. ”

Seeing that the monk beside him was tight, his breath was slightly scattered, and he didn't look back at himself, he stood for a moment, calmed his breath, and walked towards the top of Zhongshan Mountain in the distance, Tie Lingshuang smiled coldly, very happy.