The elder brother drank a belly of tea, leaving Yuanxing alone to ponder, and he went to find the abbot of Xixin Temple to discuss Zen.

Nominally, it's to visit the Zen forests all over the capital, so it's not good to leave when you see your junior brother, right? For this reason, he stayed for one night, and did not leave until dawn the next day.

After some explanations from the two senior brothers, Yuanxing's worries were finally put down and he stayed in Xixin Temple to practice with peace of mind.

Unconsciously, more than a month has passed, after the end of spring ploughing, there are some pilgrims sporadically in Xixin Temple, but when no one patronizes it, it is still the majority, and there is naturally a lot of leisure time.

Yuanxing has developed the habit of self-discipline, reading books every day, meditating, teaching good names, and living a fairly fulfilling life.

The third senior brother, Ning Mu, would often send people to send some food and money, and even the medicinal materials needed for medicinal diet were prepared, so that the cultivation of Shanming was put on the agenda, and at the request of the abbot Yun Shan, the other two little novices in the temple also received his teachings.

No matter how you say it, Yuan Xing has been a teacher for a few years, and he is a congenital master in martial arts, and he is quite handy at teaching a few children. It didn't take long for several of the novices to make significant progress in their Dharma and martial arts.

The abbot Yun Shan was moved to keep him as a supervisor of the temple. It's a pity that he knows the situation of Xixin Temple, and Yuanxing is even more famous in his eyes, so this idea is extinguished, but he is more polite when facing Yuanxing.

Early in the morning, there was finally movement by the pigeon coop in front of the dormitory, and the Yuanxing, who was supervising the chanting of several novices, hurriedly went out and fed the flying pigeons corn and water, and then removed the wooden pipes tied to their feet.

"Before noon today, the old monk is a saint." There was a roll of paper in the woodpipe, and there was only one sentence when it was unfolded.

But just this sentence, Yuan Xing watched it for a quarter of an hour before putting it away.

At this time, it was time for zazen, but today is different, no matter how much you calm your mind after you sit down, you can't empty yourself. Distractions poured in my head.

It is really because there is too much information from Ning Mu or personally or by sending people recently, there are the latest movements of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism in Beijing, there are games in the court, and there are various rumors among the people.

The more news he had, the more confused he became, and he told himself that there would be no risk in meeting the saint this time, but the various speculations and ideas in his heart were too mixed and chaotic.

Is this kung fu not yet at home? Yuan Xing asked himself, but he always felt that things were not as simple as the senior brothers said, the current emperor would not test his subordinates for no reason, and there should be reasons why others don't know.

But he was not in the court, and he was even less politically sensitive, so he couldn't find what he needed from this information.

As for the inability to settle down, it rarely happened after his epiphany.

His meditation kung fu has been stable at the second level of "empty mountains without people, water flowing and flowers blooming", that is, the realm of seeing mountains and not mountains, and seeing water is not water, and he consciously is not far from the realm of "eternal sky, once wind and moon".

But just like that, he still can't calm down, which is very revealing, either because he is in chaos because of himself, his Zen mind is in chaos, or because of the intuition that has always accompanied him, or, because of the strange performance of the golden cicada?

Recently, the other party didn't know what he was doing, he was very silent, even if he called in his heart, he rarely got a response, could something really happen?

He opened his eyes helplessly, and there was no point in forcing his way in.

"There are too many things to understand." He muttered to himself, stunned, this sentence was so familiar, and when he thought about it carefully, a memory came to mind.

One day in his previous life, Qin Kong finished writing the advertorial of the official account, and was about to eat chicken for a leisurely time, when there was a knock on the door of the rented small apartment.

When I opened the door, it was his friend who had written. That's right, it's the guy who wrote the abuse according to the YY template.

As soon as he came in, his friend smiled and patted the notebook in his arms: "I'm bored, I'm looking for you to abuse the food." ”

Qin Kong was overjoyed when he heard this, and then, the two of them were abused for an afternoon, and the worst one was hit and killed by the same car without even running into the first poison circle.

"Someone must be hanging up." Qin Kong threw away the mouse, muttered something in his mouth, and turned to his friend again: "Why do you have time to come over and play games today?" "You know, the other party hid for a long time after the last book was finished, and a while ago I opened a trumpet and wrote a book, and since then I have rarely participated in friend gatherings. Today is the weekend, and it stands to reason that the other party should stay at home and code words.

"If you're not in a good mood, stop for a day." The friend took the happy water from the refrigerator, threw a can to Qin Kong, and then leaned lazily on the sofa.

"Caven again?" Qin Kong asked with a smile. Friend's new he is also watching it, I can only say that this kind of subject is difficult to write, and it is strange not to be a carvin.

"I've been taunted." My friend took out his phone and skillfully flipped out a comment.

Yuan Xing took it, and above it was the page of a rating website, on which someone gave a friend two stars, followed by a long speech, and this batch was useless.

"Not really, right?" Qin Kong smiled and handed the phone back, it is said that his friend is an old oilman, and he is used to being scolded on the Internet, how can he stop updating because of a comment, I'm afraid it's not an excuse for Kaven to be lazy, right?

"Without him, it's just unpleasant." Friends open the happy water and pour it into a puff.

"If someone gives you a two-star, it's already considered merciful." Qin Kong thought about the content of the review, and then said: "What is written above also makes sense, there are a lot of Buddhist scriptures on the Internet, your ability to edit the text is so strong, add it when you write the article, your way of writing is indeed a little less sincere." ”

The friend sneered, sat up straight and asked, "Let me ask you, is the protagonist a monk?" ”

"Yes," Qin Kong nodded.

"Did the protagonist do something wrong?"

"Nope." Qin Kong shook his head.

"Is there anything wrong with my description of the protagonist's realm?"

"No ......" Qin Kong was stuck, because there was not much description in it at all, but just a few words, it was quite like that, and it should be able to scare some people.

The friend leaned back on the sofa and said leisurely: "The author's sincerity is to keep changing, and to finish telling a story seriously, everything else is nonsense." Given a day, I can also explain the protagonist's realm in Buddhist terms, but what's the point of doing that? 'The green bamboo of youth is always the Dharma body, and the lush yellow flowers are nothing more than the same. 'Everyone has Buddha-nature, so why does he think that my Buddha-nature is worse than his?' Why do we have to add those things when writing Buddhism? Who qualifies me to say that I am not sincere? ”

He paused, drank the happy water in his hand, and then continued: "If you don't shake the setting of the Four Meditations and Eight Determinations, and don't write an explanation of spiritual practice, won't I count this one?" Isn't the protagonist a monk? It's ugly because I don't have the level, and to say that I'm not sincere is slandering. After speaking, he waved his hand: "That person is at most a keyboard warrior who knows a little bit of Buddhism, and the explanation is up to me, why do you have to listen to others?" I just want to write a story that I like to write, and I don't write a special Buddhist dissertation, who will provoke whom? ”

Qin Kong couldn't cry or laugh: "Since you think so clearly, why are you complaining about me here?" ”

"Okay, it's actually my house that has a power outage, so I can't come to you?" My friend laughed, then took out a book from his bag and said, "Actually, I have made sufficient preparations before writing this book, you see......"

Qin Kong fixed his eyes and saw that it was Ben, and he didn't turn it over a few times to see the brand-new level. He couldn't help frowning: "Just rely on this?" ”

"That's enough." My friend slapped the book in his hand: "Although I only read half of it, I still jumped to read it." ”

"Do you dare to write this?" Qin Kong stretched out a thumbs up: "I have written so many words, and I have not been scolded until now." I have to say, you are a talent. ”

"If you don't do anything, how do you know you can't do it? How can you be sure that you can't write without using a pen? Just thinking about preparing for this and preparing that, the passion and inspiration were diluted later, and I still wrote a hair. My friend pouted: "My focus is on character building, not on telling Buddhist stories." I'll just be cool myself. ”

"So, you really haven't read Buddhist scriptures and heart notes and anything like that? Is this still called sincerity? Qin Kong's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

"Who says I haven't seen it?" The friend retorted, and then his face suddenly turned red, and he muttered a little weakly: "It's just too much and too long, I don't understand." ”

Recalling this point, Qin Kong at the beginning just felt that his friend was unreliable, and he dared to write monk texts with half a book of Buddhism, but many people still read it. But at this time, in retrospect, I only sighed, maybe I have been practicing for a long time, but in terms of understanding alone, I am afraid that it is really not as strong as that friend.

However, the other party's approach did give him a revelation now.

Thinking of this, he smiled, simply stood up, turned his head, and saw that Shanming also opened his eyes and looked at him, he smiled: "Let's go, Uncle Shi will lead you into the city." With that, he reached out and took the hat that hung by the wall and fastened it to his head......

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At this time, Dayong is gradually moving towards its peak, and the song and dance of the capital are leveling, and it is prosperous.

In the spring season, people are willing to go out for activities, there are many more people on the streets than in the past, and at noon, the business of teahouses and wine shops is particularly good.

Because it was speculated that Uncle Shi and the others would not come back from the palace so early, Yuan Xing pulled the dazzled Shanming, and did not go directly to the inn where the senior brother stayed, but walked into a restaurant, found an inconspicuous corner to sit on, ordered fried tofu and radish soup, and ate the steamed buns.

"Uncle Shi, is this what you mean by having a good meal?" Shanming took a sip of soup and complained in a small voice.

"Isn't it good to have tofu to eat?" Yuan Xing smiled, and put a piece of tofu in his mouth.

But seeing the disappointed appearance of the little nephew, he was a little unbearable, after thinking about it, he took out a handful of eldest son from his arms and slapped it on the table: "You take this money, I heard that there is a night market in the capital at night, and then let your senior brother take you to go shopping." "This money was brought by the third senior brother last time, he took some of it, he thought that a good meal of vegetarian food was enough, but he didn't expect the prices in the capital to be so exaggerated, and the poor monk couldn't afford to spend it at all, but the money should be enough to buy street food.

Shanming put away the copper coin with a smile, and then nibbled on the steamed bun beautifully.

After a full meal, the two did not leave the table, but asked the shopkeeper to serve a pot of tea, and it was consumed in this restaurant.

As soon as noon passed, there were fewer people eating here, but more people drinking tea and chatting.

Yuan Xing is here to find out the news. The information from Ning Mu is too complicated, maybe there will be a different harvest here.

It's a pity that he was disappointed, the tea in the pot was renewed twice, and he sat for nearly two hours, and the east and west families listened to the short things, but in these gossips, there was no talk about the reopening of the Son of Heaven at all, it seems that this kind of news was strictly kept secret by the upper echelons?

Just when Yuan Xing was full of disappointment and was about to leave with the sleepy Shanming, suddenly there was a discussion.

"Today's Fushan old Zen master faces the saint, that pomp is really ......"

Yuan Xing couldn't help but pause when he got up, turned to the direction of the adjacent table, and saw two middle-aged men in civilian clothes talking while drinking. swept the wine and food on the table again, and his heart was clear. It's also time for the officials to get off work, and these two are afraid that they are here for recreation.

He smiled, sat down again, and poured himself a full cup, despite the fact that the tea was cold.

I heard the other party continue: "I heard that the old Zen master lives in the Tongfu Inn on the street, why don't you say he doesn't go to the big temple to place an order?" If you have to live in an inn, is there any conflict with the local Buddhism? ”

"Old Zen master and other figures, which temple dares to offend? I heard that he took the initiative to ask for it, saying that the word Tongfu matched his name, and he had to live there, and no one would listen to him. ”

Yuan Xing on the side couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, this is really the style of the uncle, since he stepped down as the abbot, the old man is obviously a lot more lively than in the past, sometimes he does things and talks without the demeanor of a senior monk in the past, often jokes about their juniors, and occasionally has a little temper.

This is probably the realm of seeing mountains and water. It really makes it possible to eat and sleep to sleep.

"The Son of Heaven personally greeted him and arranged a feast, what a glory it is at this time," one sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"According to the fame and status of the old Zen master, it is enough to deserve it."

"Twenty years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting the old Zen master, when he was an old man with a strong body, and he could still subdue the startling horse with one hand in his sixties, but I didn't expect that after all these years, he was already so old, and he needed to rely on the support of his apprentices to act, I am afraid there is not much time......"

"I was also a colleague with Yuanxin back then, and I also met the old Zen master, to be honest, when I saw his condition in the morning, I almost cried." Another also sighed.

Yuan Xing forcibly endured and planned to continue listening, but he didn't expect the other party to change the topic and talk about the change of positions in the officialdom.

Yuan Xing didn't have time to listen anymore, so he immediately led Shanming out directly.

After listening to the description of the two people just now, where can he still sit still? After all, he hadn't seen each other for a few months, and he was really worried about his uncle's physical condition, or if he was tired of his frequent activities in the capital?

With this worry, they directly inquired about the location of the Tongfu Inn, and the two rushed over directly.

At this time, there were many people in the Tongfu Inn, among whom were dressed as monks, but more of them were laity people dressed in rich clothes, who undoubtedly came to visit the master and uncle, and they were all blocked by the good fruit standing at the door.

"The old Zen master is tired after facing the saint, and no one is seen today." When someone approached, Shanguo habitually said something, but when he looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Although the person in front of him is wearing a hat, but his uncle still doesn't recognize him? What's more, there is a little junior brother next to him squeezing his eyes.

"Y-Why are you here?" Shanguo asked in a low voice.

"Come and meet the old monk." Yuan Xing replied in a deep voice and stepped directly into the door.

Of course, Shanguo ate the bear's heart and the leopard's guts didn't dare to stop it, so he obediently let it go without reporting.

When someone saw it, they wanted to follow, but he was mercilessly stopped back. He straightened up, walked to the middle of the gate with a golden sword, and in the face of everyone's doubts, he only gave a gentle smile, but he didn't even explain.

Besides, he led Shanming to the backyard in a hurry, but he was stunned as soon as he stepped through the door.

At the stone table in the courtyard of the inn, Uncle Shi and several brothers were sitting around drinking tea, and there was a large tray full of vegetables and fruits on the table.

At this time, the old and unbearable uncle, who was described by the world, was concentrating on dealing with a radish in his hand, listening to the crunchy chewing sound, and the few remaining teeth should be able to hold strong for a long time.

At this time, when he saw Yuan walking in, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he beckoned: "Yuan Xing, the emperor has rewarded many rare vegetables and fruits, and you came just in time to eat a tender cucumber...... "As he spoke, he handed over a green cucumber. Then he smiled and stuffed one to Shanming.

Yuan Xing took a bite and took a bite, well, this is the ancient version of the out-of-season vegetable, right? Not to mention, it tastes really good.