Time flies and the weather gets hotter. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoEarly in the morning, Ma Xiuyuan put on the long-fasting monk's robe that had been pressing the bottom of the box. The brown and yellow shirt was worn on the body, and it fit perfectly.

He opened the "Lengyan Sutra" and recited the first volume from beginning to end, feeling that his understanding of the meaning of the scriptures was clearer. Not only that, but the Buddha power in the body has increased significantly in just one stick of incense.

Ma Xiuyuan was a little surprised, he knew that this Jiuzhai monk's robe had increased like this, and it was estimated that Ma Xiuyuan would not take it off when he slept. He put the Lengyan Sutra in a wooden box.

Outside the house, Hengyuan had already knocked on the door, "Little junior brother, hurry up." We are going to rush to the Great Xiangguo Temple, and the carriage of the palace under the mountain is already waiting. ”

"It's coming, it's coming. "Originally, with the financial resources of Dingchan Temple, I naturally had to walk over, but Fujin came several times, and I had already told Ma Xiuyuan that the carriage would come to pick them up, so I saved the labor on my legs.

This "Lengyan Sutra", Ma Xiuyuan naturally will not bring it over. This kind of Mahayana Buddhism is placed in the middle thousand worlds, and it is a sutra that will cause countless people in Buddhism to rush crazy, and he will naturally not be stupid enough to carry it with him like this.

As soon as the door opened, Hengyuan lowered his head and smiled: "Yo, the monk's clothes have been changed." I can't see that Xiuyuan, who wears monk's clothes, really has some Buddha nature. ”

Ma Xiuyuan glanced at him, "According to your meaning, senior brother, if you don't wear monk's clothes, Xiuyuan doesn't look like he has Buddha nature?"

"Haha, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Senior brother is the stupidest, can't speak, and has the right to fart. Hengyuan touched his slippery head, picked up Matthew Yuan, put it on his shoulder, and ran away.

Ma Xiuyuan, who was sitting on Hengyuan's shoulder, was stunned, and said vaguely: "Senior brother, slow down." ”

"Ahh

Bang!

Hengyuan stepped over the threshold with his front foot, not noticing that there was still a Matthew Yuan sitting on his shoulder. Matthew's little head hit the door beam directly.

"Ah, junior brother, it's okay. It's the senior brother who is too anxious. ”

Ma Xiuyuan covered his head, grinning in pain, "Let me bump my head again, Senior Brother Hengyuan is going to run to Daxiangguo Temple today!"

Hengyuan stuck out his tongue, grabbed Ma Xiuyuan's knee, and said, "Okay, senior brother is not afraid that you will be tired." He slowed down until he crossed the mountain gate, and then quickened his pace again.

The sun was rising in the mountains, the air was fresh and pleasant, Ma Xiuyuan sat on Hengyuan's neck, feeling that the summer wind was cool, blowing on his face, and he forgot the pain on his forehead, and held Hengyuan's slippery head and shouted.

"Oops, I can't run. As soon as he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Hengyuan put down Ma Xiuyuan and gasped. "Little junior brother, it's only been three months, and your body has grown a lot. ”

Ma Xiuyuan, who was only half a human tall, rolled his eyes, "Senior brother, this is burying me." He looked around, saw that the monk was already waiting by the carriage, and walked over.

"Xiuyuan, what's wrong with your forehead?"

Ma Xiuyuan touched it, and then he felt that the bag was up, and he didn't blame Hengyuan, so he said: "Kowtow in front of the Buddha is too sincere, and it is swollen." ”

Shen Qingming on the side snorted coldly: "Talking nonsense during the day." The old man has been a layman for three months, and I haven't seen you kowtow, and you're still swollen, who believes it. ”

"Believe it or not. Matthew sat in the carriage. The coachman on the side immediately handed over an octagonal food box, "Shizi, this is a pastry specially prepared by Fujin, I'm afraid you will be hungry all the way." ”

"Shizi, who?" Shen Qingming asked suspiciously, sitting in the carriage.

Ma Xiuyuan stuffed a piece of pastry in his hand into his mouth and said, "I, otherwise it's still you." ”

Shen Qingming's pupils shrank and asked, "Whose family is the son?"

The coachman was a little unhappy, "In Guangling, in addition to the king of Guangling, is there a second prince!"

The head monk also got into the car, "Old gentleman, don't stick to Xiuyuan's secular identity. Now Xiuyuan is a monk in Dingzen Temple, and his Dharma name is Hengshi, no matter what his identity was before, he has temporarily abandoned it. ”

"Hengshi, hehe, Mengmeng, get off!" Shen Qingming said that he would turn his face and turn his face, leaving no emotion at all.

"Brother Xiuyuan, I want to eat ......"

"Get out of the car, do you hear it!" Shen Qingming shouted. Frightened, Shen Mengmeng shrank and quickly climbed out of the car. Originally, the grandfather and grandson were going to go to Daxiangguo Temple together. According to Shen Qingming's words, it is to see how Ma Xiuyuan makes a fool of himself and how to bring back the big words he said, but now it seems that there is no need for this.

Ma Xiuyuan raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Old madman, which nerve are you wrong? If you don't like to ride in the car, you won't sit, what kind of temper does Chao Meng germinate?" After all, he is a four or five-year-old child, and he has been playing with Shen Mengmeng for three months, as if he regards her as his sister, so he naturally disagrees with the old man's shouting.

"King Guangling is such a big tree, if the old man enters Guangling with the prince, wouldn't it make people think that I, Shen Qingming, are deliberately flattering. It's okay not to go to this Great Xiangguo Temple. Hmph, no wonder the ten tables of this Zhongdinglou will be sent to such a remote small temple, it turns out that there is a big tree of King Guangling behind it, hehe, I really didn't expect it. The old man pulled Shen Mengmeng's head and walked to the small grass house at the bottom of the mountain without looking back.

"Amitabha, the worldly strife, since the world is hidden, why bother again. The monk shook his head and sighed.

Ma Xiuyuan ate mung bean cake, looked at Shen Mengmeng, who turned back three times in one step, and said with a smile: "Where is he really hidden, wait for the comeback." Master, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up. ”

"Let's go. Today's Pudu Conference, we will do our best. ”

Matthew Yuan ate some pastries, handed the food box to Hengkong, who was already drooling, leaned on the window, squinted his eyes, "It's a blockbuster, it's today!"

"Ahem. ”

Leaning on Ma Xiuyuan, Hengkong, who was still eating jujube cake, heard his words, and was almost choked to death by the jujube cake, so he quickly took a sip of tea, patted Ma Xiuyuan's shoulder, and said: "Little junior brother, Daxiangguo Temple doesn't want us to be so casual in Dingchan Temple, don't mess around." ”

"Senior brother, what do you think of me!"

“......”

The monk glanced at the food box in Hengkong's hand and said, "Cultivating the Buddha is also cultivating the mind, what Xiuyuan said is right, you must not depreciate yourself." The temple is large and small, but the Buddha is not divided into high and low, and the heart of the Buddha is not divided into high and low. ”

"Master, you are proficient in Buddhism, and you must not be far from the Arhat realm. ”

"Amitabha, water comes naturally. After the Mandate of Heaven, I have already reached it as a teacher, but I just hope that there will be successors in Dingchan Temple, so you have a long way to go, and you must not slack off, you know?"

Hengkong held a piece of pastry in his mouth and said vaguely: "Master, are you here to explain the aftermath? We are going to attend the conference, not to die." ”

The monk's state of mind was broken by this sentence of explanation, snatched the food box, and shouted: "Rotten wood can't be carved!