Meng Shi asked the old monk Xingsheng to leave a comment on it.

The old monk didn't reply, nor did he refuse, and took the two pieces of paper.

He frowned after reading it, and picked up the whole book and flipped through it page by page.

Meng Shi took advantage of this effort and sent a message to Comrade Xia Qin, asking her not to worry about herself, and after eating and incense, she would play in the temple, and she would go over in a while.

Xia Qin quickly replied to the message, "The host of the temple just came to talk to my grandmother, and asked a monk to stay behind to help take care of the elderly and children and arrange the vows, so don't worry about it." ”

Meng Shi glanced at the black and thin old monk.

If I am not mistaken, according to the introduction of the scenic spot, the presiding monk of Guoxing Temple seems to be the executive director of the Buddhist Association in Fuzhou.

He actually went to see his grandmother, from a small to a big, the status in front of him is not low.

The old monk concentrated on reading the script.

Meng Shi put down his mobile phone and picked it up casually.

Just saw the second page, there was a knock on the door.

Meng Shi heard someone outside the house say, "Master Xingsheng, the host asked me to send some fasting food." ”

The old monk raised his head and closed the script.

Meng Shi got up and went to open the door.

It was not the monk from the temple who came to deliver the meal, but a tall middle-aged uncle with thick hair.

This is the villagers under the mountain who come to the temple to help during the National Day tourism season.

There were two baskets beside him, and when he saw Meng Shi open the door, he looked inside, and Xingsheng nodded to him.

The middle-aged uncle folded his hands and saluted respectfully, and then said to Meng Shi, "This is the rice, and here are some tea and tea sets. ”

After the uncle finished speaking, he turned around and left directly.

Meng Shi took the basket indoors.

The old monk put away the two scripts, got up and took out the food box in the basket, took out the tofu soup and boiled fungus, and fried cabbage sum on the table.

Meng Shi saw that there was only one bowl of rice, and said, "The kid has eaten bread on the road." ”

Xingsheng smiled, "Master Buzen knows that the old monk holds eight levels of fasting, one meal a day, and no food from time to time. ”

"You're welcome to do that." Meng Shi took chopsticks and sat down to eat.

The old monk has held the precepts for decades, walking all the way from Songshan to Zejiang, telling him that he is healthy and has balanced nutrition, which is not nonsense, it is better to eat and drink directly.

The old monk picked up another basket placed by the door and put it in the courtyard, then came back and picked up two scripts and walked out.

Meng Shi chewed slowly, mixed the last bit of tofu into the rice and finished eating, put the tableware into the basket and took it out, looking at the position of the old monk, only to find that under the tree on the north wall of the Buddhist hall, there was a coffee table made of natural strange stones.

On the stone face are covered bowls of tea sets, tea cans, and around the coffee table are several root stools, next to which are a charcoal stove and a wooden bucket filled with water.

On the stove was a copper kettle.

The old monk sat on a stool, and when he saw Meng Shi come out, he beckoned him to come and sit.

Meng Shi sat down.

The old monk put the two scripts in front of him, lifted the lid of the bowl, and said, "The tea made by himself in the temple and the water drawn from the Yuhu Lake, Xiaoyou can taste it." ”

Meng Shi looked at the orange and yellow tea soup in the bowl, and the tea buds had sunk, standing upright, staggered up and down, like mushrooms after a rain, and said, "Baihao silver needle, good tea, but this weather is still comfortable with a bottle of cold Coke." ”

The old monk smiled suddenly, not caring at all about the best white tea in the world, which was compared to Coke by Meng Shi.

He said, "These two texts, the old monk has read them, the old monk doesn't understand the movie, just from these two texts, the writing is casual, the context is free, but if you read it carefully, it is only 'persistence', and the 'monk Huiguo' that has not been passed down from generation to generation is the biggest obstacle, the biggest obsession.

On the other hand, He Tian was letting go at the beginning, letting go of the golden body, letting go of Huiguo, letting go of the empty Zen Temple, and even letting go of the love he had been asking for, until finally turning his back to all beings and facing Moluo, which seemed to be 'broken, abandoned, and separated', but in fact it was 'clinging, stupid, and angry'. ”

Xingsheng put his hand on the booklet without words on the cover, "It's this one, Xuanzang put down the Buddha country, let go of Rulai, educate the monkey, hold the goldfish, and face all beings, there is a bit of Mahayana Zen, however, the words of Guan Xiaoyou's writing and writing are definitely not people who practice Buddhism, but they are suspected of slandering the Buddha." ”

Meng Shi smiled, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

In the eyes of ordinary Buddhists, slandering the Buddha is to go to the Infernal Hell.

"The Buddha is like the sun rising and setting at sunset, the four hours are rotated, I believe in Buddhism, there is no increase in Buddhism, I don't believe in Buddhism, there is no decrease in Buddhism, those ......"

Meng Shi opened his mouth and swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "Those demagogic believers, saying that if you believe in me, you can get something, and if you don't believe me, you won't be able to die, it's just an idiot's trick."

However, Xingsheng still heard Meng Shi's voice, stretched out his hand to lift the second pot of boiling water to the stone surface, recited the Buddha's name, and said,

"It is commendable that the little friend can realize himself to such a point, but the old monk needs to advise, do not use this to teach the Dharma, those who do not have a big root, hearing this, it is easy to enter the empty attachment, the Buddha said that merit, merit, the scene of hell, is also to hope that all living beings can realize themselves, do not enter the empty attachment."

It is the most terrible thing to say "everything is empty" in your mouth, and then you have no reverence for anything and act unscrupulously.

"Boy, I know." Meng Shi nodded, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart, if the world learns from me, it is like entering the devil's way." ”

"Good."

Xingsheng took a sip of tea, "Xiaoyou wants a word of criticism, and the old monk needs to know the things behind this text before he can write." ”

Meng Shi briefly talked about Ye Shangmo's directorial career, the relationship between him and Su Ran, and his speculation about his psychological state.

Then to focus on it, he plans to take the 20 million that Qingxue Media originally wanted to invest in to make a movie of the same type and release it at the same time as him.

Meng Shi said, "Ye Shangmo is like a seriously ill African bison, and the boy is an accompanying hyena.

If he is cured, the cowhide is shiny, the horns are strong and sharp, naturally eye-catching, and admired, and the boy can also attract others to take a look at him.

If he was really sick, the kid followed him and happened to be the first to pounce. ”

Xingsheng looked at Meng Shi's eyes and put down the tea bowl, "Why should Xiaoyou use words to belittle himself, natural selection, this is the way of heaven, and I Guan Ye is not a bison, but a temporarily weak male lion, Xiaoyou is not a hyena, you must know that hyenas can not be with male lions." ”

Meng Shi drank tea and was silent.

"If I don't go to hell, who will."

Xingsheng said, "Xiaoyou has a chance of winning this time, and he has long expected that after he succeeds, he will inevitably attract a scolding and crusade, and this scolding and crusade is also expected by Xiaoyou, it should be Xiaoyou's protection and buffer for Ye Shizhu and Ms. Su, if Ye Shizhu has read Xiaoyou's words, he can understand it, and it is the best." ”

The old monk's words were "want to come, it should be", but his tone was calm and calm.

Meng Shi has met a lot of "understanding brothers" guessing his thoughts and plans, and he follows their speculations and fiddles with these people as toys.

But the old monks were different from them.

Without understanding the war of public relations and public opinion in the industry, he only relied on very little information to see through most of Meng Shi's plan.

It's really see-through.

Ye Shangmo showed the script to Meng Shi, asked the Qingxue Media "behind" him to participate in the investment, and even took him to meet his "creative inspiration" Su Ran.

But after Meng Shi saw him thoroughly, he retreated, took the 20 million that should have been invested in it, made a movie of the same type, and released it before him.

In this context, if the box office reputation is really pounced.

Not to mention anything else, Wu Yi, who is currently serving as Han Lu's agent and the helmsman of the mainland's No. 1 brokerage company "Shichun Culture", will take the lead in the charge, using Meng Shi and Qingxue Media as targets to divert the pressure on Ye Shangmo and Han Lu.

Meng Shi was respectful to the old monk, he got up and folded his hands and bowed, "Before the kid stretched out his hand, he already had a way to save himself in his heart." ”

Xingsheng sighed, "Okay, help the old monk go to the room to get pen and ink." ”

Meng Shi took pen and ink.

Xingsheng got up and dipped the ink into the pen, and wrote next to the two words: the heart is peaceful, how to keep the precepts, how to practice meditation, Bodhi only seeks to the heart, and He Lao seeks the mystery from the outside.

Meng Shi once again respectfully gave the old monk a Buddhist salute, "Thank you for your teaching." ”

These twenty-four words can be said to point directly to the location of the lesion at the end of the leaf - why toss so much, just calm down and ask your heart, why bother to find any recognition from the outside world.

The old monk dipped his pen again and wrote in the middle of Meng Shi's nameless script cover: Wukong

Then he wrote on the side: The bitter mouth is good medicine, and the reverse ear must be the advice, if you can drill the wood out of the fire, the mud will give birth to the red lotus.

——Yihai year 癸酉壬申大compassion寺生生送小友Meng Shi

Meng Shi saw the old monk's signature, and his mood was complicated.

Not only because of this changed by him, but also because of the fact that he wanted to cause trouble, the old monk had seen through it, and he was still willing to write about the cause and effect and be contaminated with red dust.

This is the way for Buddhism to live the world.

Xingsheng put down the pen and said, "The wind passes through the lotus pond, and the waves are not rippling, and the little friend throws stones and hits the water, if you can't dodge and splash a body of silt, you must guard against arrogance and rashness, and you can give birth to lotus step by step." ”

Meng Shi nodded, "Boy, remember." ”

Xingsheng said, "Little friends go by themselves, don't let your family wait for a long time, the old monk is tired all the way." ”

The old monk said goodbye and went straight back to the squatter room.

Meng Shi used the hot water in the copper kettle, cleaned up the tea set, washed the pen inkstone with the water in the wooden barrel, and placed it on the stone platform.

At this time, the ink of the two scripts had dried thoroughly, put them away and put them back in their bags, walked out of the Yuhu Nunnery, took the door, and went down the stone steps when they came.

As soon as I arrived at the stone steps, I saw the bridge walking on his short legs, his hands outstretched, and he ran over upside down.

Meng Shi hurriedly greeted her and picked her up.

The bridge hugged his uncle's neck tightly, with a crying voice, "JOJO, where have you been~"

Meng Shi touched her head, "Uncle went to drink tea." ”

Qiao snorted and said, "I thought JOJO was captured by the old monk as a little monk, and I will never see him again~Woo~"

Several people laughed when they heard this.