Putting the pen aside, Jing Zhou picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, nodded and secretly said that this "Zen tea" is really a little different, especially after copying a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures, and then drinking this tea, suddenly there was a feeling of "empty" in his heart, and he glanced at the little monk, I saw that his eyes were erratic, Jing Zhou smiled: "Little master, but my heart is moved?" ”

After seeing Li Qiushui's portrait in the Jianhu Palace that day, he had a trace of realization in his heart, Jing Zhou lifted the pen and changed the expression of the beauty in the fan a few times, and applied his perception of the Dafa of Soul Transfer to the portrait on the folding fan.

If a person with an undetermined mind sees this portrait, he is afraid that he will wander into a too illusory realm and do something indescribable.

The little monk hurriedly shook his head, then nodded and shook his head again, and said in a low voice: "Sins and sins, the girl on the donor's fan is really beautiful, little monk, little monk just don't know why, just look at it and can't forget her appearance... ”

"If you can't forget it, why forget it? It is just the right time to use this to cultivate the Buddha's mind. ”

"Amitabha, what the donor said is very true, and the little monk retired first."

The little monk gave a salute and withdrew.

He walked on the road, but his heart was a little flustered, and it took a while for him to calm down.

I thought of the handwriting of the white-clothed man who copied the Buddhist scriptures, and felt that it was indescribably beautiful, so he explained the reason for the abbot.

Because he was Duan Zhengming's uncle, he naturally had an opinion on this calligraphy and painting, After hearing the words of the little monk, he also came to the guest room, and saw the Diamond Sutra copied by Jingzhou.

Immediately, the original cause had the idea of letting Jing Zhou leave the ink treasure: "Amitabha, the word donor is unique, revealing the wind and bones, the old man only glanced at it, and he was very impressed, if the donor is convenient, please leave a pair of ink treasures, the old man thanked him here." ”

At this time, the temple Taoist temple is a place that scholars love to go, so whether it is a plaque or a hall pillar, the words on it are all from everyone's hands.

Not only that, but even the three pagodas of Tianlong Temple have poems left by scholars.

This scholar left ink treasures in the temple, and I don't know when it became an elegant thing.

Seeing Ben Yin's apologetic appearance, Jing Zhou was happy at the moment, and said in his heart: "I don't know if you still have this expression after seeing Gongzi and me, after learning your Duan family's six-vein divine sword." This six-vein divine sword,It's not a pair of ink treasures that can be exchanged.,I don't know if you, a monk, still feel that you, a monk, have taken advantage... ”

"Since it's the master's request, what's so difficult about it, it's just a casual one."

After thinking about it slightly, Jing Zhou waved his pen and left a couplet.

"Thank you so much, donor."

"The benefactor is kind-hearted, generous, and sincerely worships the Buddha, and there will be great blessings in the future."

Sincerely worship the Buddha?

Jing Zhou smiled dumbly, when did he worship the Buddha, he just copied a Buddhist scripture casually to make a appearance.

Although he laughed in his heart that this old monk would fool people, his hand movements were not half a minute slower.

Ben Yin turned the Buddha beads in one hand and stroked his long beard with the other, his face was full of smiles, and he couldn't help but read it:

The empty mountain hears the bell ringing, and the mountain wind is half a day and the clouds are half a day

The ancient temple hides the sound of Zen, and the temple drum looks back

He said "yes" three times in a row, looking extremely satisfied, and then folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the old man has thanked the donor, this couplet, but this temple has inherited the great affection of the son." ”

Jing Zhou didn't care, and replied: "Master Abbot is polite, everything is due to fate." ”

Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Ben was stunned, and then smiled: "I didn't expect the donor to be a person who is proficient in Buddhism." ”

Jing Zhou laughed, where does he know what Buddhism, but he has seen a lot of Taoist scriptures, this Buddha is the Tao, whether it is cultivation or enlightenment of the Buddha, all pay attention to the word "Yuanfa", when even the Tao: "The master is afraid that he has misunderstood, but he has only read some Taoist scriptures, but he knows very little about Buddhism. ”

Ben Yin nodded, and said to the little monk on the side: "The donor has great wisdom and clarity, so you can go and bring the Diamond Sutra in my room, so that this donor can have a good life and enlightenment." ”

The Buddha has a fate, and at this time, in the eyes of Ben Yin, Jingzhou is the fateful person.

The Diamond Sutra in his room carries his understanding of the Dharma, which can be said to be his perception of the Dharma for half of his life.

This old monk was so kind, but Jing Zhou was a little embarrassed, so he simply left a few more poems, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while.

After staying for two days in a row, Jing Zhou left, mainly because the monks of Tianlong Temple were too enthusiastic about him, which made him a little unbearable. Moreover, he was a soldier and played dumb riddles with a group of old monks who had studied Buddhist scriptures for decades all day long, which was really tiring.

Coincidentally, as soon as he left, Tianlong Temple received a golden greeting from Kumazhi, and the originally lively temple also closed the door at this time, looking like a great enemy.

Although Gu Mozhi is a native of Tibet, and is far away in the Dalun Temple of the Great Snow Mountain, his name is known to several monks.

Gumo wisdom has great wisdom, but also proficient in Buddhism, every five years, open the altar to preach the scriptures, the Western Regions Tianzhu all over the high monks, gathered in the Snow Mountain Dalun Temple, listen to its lectures, such a character, if you understand martial arts, it must be extraordinary, not to mention, he has already stated in the letter that and Murong Bo is an old friend, this time he came to learn the scriptures and burn them to Murong Bo.

This gold-inlaid jade letter of worship shocked the old monk Kurong who had not been out for many years.

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After Duan Yu was captured by Yue Laosan that day, he tried every possible means to escape from his hands, so he also accepted his fate, but he violated the agreement between himself and the fairy sister, and he couldn't go to the cave to accompany the fairy sister, and he secretly muttered in his mouth: "Sister Fairy, it's not that Duan Yu broke the contract, but now that he has been captured by the wicked, he really can't get out." ”

When he was bored, Duan Yu remembered that Jing Gongzi had given him something before, and he was busy complaining to the fairy sister before, but he forgot about it.

Seeing that Yue Laosan was not there, he turned out of his arms.

The first thing that caught his eye was the handwriting that was thin and full of arrogance, and he couldn't help but sigh a good word, and the next is a practice, he was bored, so he drew a scoop according to this gourd, and practiced one of the hand Taiyin Lung Sutras.

This martial art was not liked by Duan Yu, but the Ling Bo microstep behind it was quite in line with his heart, and he practiced the Taiyin Lung Meridian a few times, and then shifted his mind to Ling Bo Weibu.

He was already familiar with the I Ching, and it was not troublesome to practice this Ling Bo microstep, but it would take long for him to walk a little bit.

Later, he met Yuqiao Geng read four guards who came out to find him, Duan Yu got out of Yue Laosan's hands, and by chance, he inadvertently inhaled a body of internal force, only to feel that his lungs were full of gas, as if he was about to break through his chest, his painful hands and feet danced wildly, and he smashed things indiscriminately, but he scared a few imperial doctors who came to see the doctor, thinking that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World was seriously ill and delirious.

Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng couldn't, and they were worried about their son, so they immediately sent someone to the palace to invite Duan Zhengming over.

Duan Zhengming used a yang finger to probe Duan Yu's injury, only to feel that as soon as his internal force touched his body, it disappeared, but instead Duan Yu screamed in pain, and he couldn't do it, so he took him to this Tianlong Temple to seek a way...