Chapter 83: Red Dust Zen (2)
"The affairs of future generations will be taken care of by their own descendants."
Yao Yi's expression was silent and calm, she muttered casually, but it made Lin Yun frown slightly and her heart tremble. Faced with Yao Yi's appearance that the world has nothing to do with me, she only felt that it was quite tricky.
Lin Yun didn't want to stop there, opened her thin lips, and persuaded again: "You know the power of Feng Zheng. β
She didn't believe that Yao could still be calm when she heard Feng Zheng's name, you must know that Feng Zheng, as the initiator of everything, still refuses to stop. If Yao Yi still has half of the concern of the head of the Yao family in his heart, he will not sit back and watch this happen.
"All kinds of states are bitter seas, and I have decided not to ask about these things anymore."
Yao Yi shook his head, knelt down on the futon, then slowly closed his eyes, bowed to the Buddha statue, and after a long time, he continued: "Let's go after the incense, the Bodhisattva is happy to be quiet." β
When Lin Yun heard this, she laughed shallowly, and she also knelt down on the futon on the side, raised her hands to the sky, gently raised them above her head, and immediately bowed deeply to the Bodhisattva, and muttered in her mouth: "I heard that the best Zen is the most like, quiet." β
"Master Lin has done a lot of homework." Yao Yi sighed and shook his head, this is a pun, if Lin Yun is really dedicated to the Buddha, then knowing some Buddhist allusions is naturally worthy of praise; If Lin Yun is just here for her and for the past, then this is just a sarcasm.
The speaker has a heart, and naturally he has a heart when he listens, and when these words fell on Lin Yun's ears, the meaning she heard was naturally the latter.
But she didn't take it to heart, and still smiled lightly: "The past can't be traced, but the buried soul needs to be righted, we living people are willing to do this, but what about those who are gone, are they willing?" β
Lin Yun said, bowed down on the futon again, and remembered the eleventh and twelfth years of the East Pole Gate. Although she never believed in Buddhism, in this solemnity, she still chose to follow the customs.
Yao Yi ignored it, and the green silk that had not been cut off fell from the monk's hat, and some of it was already white. She chanted words in her mouth, her eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation, enjoying the tranquility in front of the Buddha.
"Yao Yijushi." Zhou Zong walked in from the door and said hello loudly, which seemed a little out of place with the atmosphere of the incense.
Hearing this, Yao Yi's expression was still as calm as water, she knew that Lin Yun couldn't lobby, and Zhou Zongzi would come in.
With Zhou Zong, there is naturally red dust, and Zhou Zong didn't talk nonsense, but said heavily: "Dongjimen is not a good person, nor is it a saint who makes a life for the people and opens peace for all generations." β
After that, he paused, glanced at Yao Yiyi, and saw that she had no other reaction, before continuing: "But Mozong killed my junior brother and injured my people, and this revenge and resentment will be avenged." β
"If I want to persuade Master Zhou to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha?"
Yao Yi stood up and slowly spoke, while moving towards the table where Huang Xiang was placed.
"I don't believe in Buddhism, the dead old man of Dongjimen was also a Taoist at the earliest." Zhou Zong shook his head with a smile and laughed in front of the Bodhisattva unscrupulously.
But in the end, he still pretended to bow to the statue of Guanyin hanging on the wall and said "Amitabha".
His every move fell in Yao Yi's eyes, and he showed a rare smile, she paused to take a few incense sticks for Zhou Zong, and said euphemistically: "Lord Zhou is still so heroic." β
"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Zhou Zong waved his hand and said, "It's just that I don't know if Yao Yi is really going to be locked up by this small temple." β
"Lord Zhou's words are wrong, I am devout to the Buddha, why not lock it." Yao Yi retorted, and his tone didn't seem to be as decisive as he had been at the beginning.
"Hey." Zhou Zong didn't come to sigh, he sighed for a long time, and said slowly, "It seems that the Bodhisattva really has some ability, this small ruined temple can actually accommodate the rolling red dust, if I leave home, I have to come and live here for a few days." β
Zhou Zong's speech has always been open and open, and as soon as this remark came out, everyone present knew that it was just a joke.
"Lord Zhou said with a smile, but the Bodhisattva likes to be quiet." Yao Yi said indifferently, as soon as the words fell, he picked up a duster and brushed off the dust on the incense case, his eyes were as deep as the sea.
"Yao Jushi is going to chase away customers again." Zhou Zong said unhurriedly, but he didn't care.
Yao Yi didn't answer, but sat in front of the wooden fish by himself, and tapped it gently, and the sound of wood hitting immediately spread throughout this small temple.
Lin Yun frowned and glanced at Zhou Zong, as if she was waiting for Zhou Zong's decision, when she came, she never expected that the head of the Yao family, who was famous at the beginning, would be so tranquil and cold today, as if the blood stained on her face had really been cleansed by her.
"Forget it." Zhou Zong shook his head helplessly, "This knock, knock, I have a headache when I hear it." β
As soon as his voice fell, he beckoned to Lin Yun and motioned for her to leave with him. Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, how could Zhou Zong come today like thunder and rain, and he came with great interest, and before he could say a word, he left again with a disgraced face.
Zhou Zong didn't wait for her, he took three steps and two steps, strode out of the temple gate, and in a few blinks, he walked away, as if he was really afraid of the knock of this sound.
Lin Yun knew Zhou Zong's temperament, since he was leaving, he naturally had his concerns, so he followed out, and before leaving, he glanced at Yao Yi deeply, only to see that she was still so calm, her eyes were tightly closed, and this coldness made her like an empty valley orchid.
Chasing Zhou Zong out of the temple gate, Lin Yun opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you really leave?" β
Seeing that Lin Yun's words were mixed with a hint of resentment, Zhou Zong's eyebrows were calm, and he seemed to feel that this was a natural thing.
There was silence for a while, but Lin Yun became a little more anxious, and asked again: "Don't you want to find a way to pry her mouth open?" β
"What do you say is the best Zen?" Zhou Zong talked about him left and right and put the topic away.
"I'm not a nun." Lin Yun replied angrily.
"Hahahaha." Zhou Zong laughed loudly, and his steps were even more heroic. "Who is the head of the Yao family, although he has never broken the realm of the second type of people, but among the third type of people, he has always been the best, such a hero, I don't believe she can really swallow this breath."
"But she seems indifferent to all of them." Lin Yun was puzzled by this, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes.
Zhou Zong still shook his head with a smile, while staring at the sky in the distance, he pointed to the gate of Luocheng not far away, and sighed: "This matter, let's go, let's see." β
When the figures of the two disappeared into the vast sea of people in Los Angeles, the crisp sound of wooden fish in Huguo Temple also stopped abruptly.
Today's small temple, with guests coming and going, is not a small business.
The old people often say that young people do not worship Buddha, but today there is an exception, there is a tall and thin figure walking into the Huguo Temple. He walked in a hurry, his wide sleeves were agitated, his clothes were flying, and his brocade robe was a little out of place with this small ruined temple.
"Grandma."
The person who walked into Huguo Temple was Feng Suixing's fiancΓ©, Lin Qin, the head of the Lin family, who saw Yao Yi's thin and blandly face, and bowed down respectfully.
"Why bother with this great gift." Yao Yi shook his head and smiled, he didn't get up to help the other party up, he was still sitting on the creaking wooden bench, but his eyes were a little brighter than when Zhou Zong was there.
"The juniors are a little confused." Lin Qin still fell to the ground, his face was a little dazed, but he didn't want Yao Yi to see it, so he buried his head and said.
"Tell me about it." Yao Yiyi.
"The people of the East Pole Gate have come here to do something." Lin Qin knew that Yao was together very early, so he came earlier, but when he bumped into the two people from the East Pole Gate in the extreme distance, he hid five miles away, and only dared to come in to greet them after the two left.
"Do you know who that woman is?" Yao Yi's face was solemn, as if he couldn't see any real emotions at all.
"The younger generation doesn't know."
"If you really want to talk about it, it's still your sister-in-law." Yao said with a smile.
When Lin Qin heard this, the doubts on his face were even deeper, and he said slowly: "Why haven't I heard of it?" β
"That's all old things, she was born in a side room, and she was sent to Dongjimen to learn art by your grandfather at a young age, this time, decades have passed."
Huguo Temple is extremely small, Yao Yi's eyes easily fell on the temple gate, recalling these old things, there don't seem to be many people who still know the roots.
"No wonder the younger generations don't know, but if the East Pole Gate interferes, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome." Lin Qin hesitated.
"They're here for the treasure, too."
"Them?" Lin Qin raised his head, his face full of shock, and paused for a moment before he said in a slower tone, "How could they know about the secret treasure." β
"Since Feng Zheng knows, what kind of strange thing does Dongji Gate know?" Yao Yi's words were an understatement, and there was still no excitement in his eyes.
"Did they join forces?" Lin Qin's eyebrows were full of worry, and his handsome and elegant face was slightly red.
"The two are competing for each other, and they have to divide the winner and loser, over the years, the wind government has been operating a lot, and you can't see it, it's coming to an end, can you still get a piece of the East Pole Gate?" Yao Yi said in a cold voice, with a coldness and mockery in his tone.
"We must take revenge this time!"
Lin Qin gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, slamming them on the old floor, making a muffled sound.
"I can't be anxious, in some time, I will be able to enter the second category, and then I will play with them."
Yao Yi stood up, her eyes glowing, as if the heroism of eighteen years ago had returned to her face.
Lin Qin saw that Yao Yi was not in a hurry, and the turbulent waves in his heart gradually receded, and then slowly spoke: "The younger generation knows, it's just the marriage period with the woman of the Feng family..."
After that, he squatted for a while, and said, "Grandma thinks it's better to settle on something." β
"Half a year from now, we still need time to prepare." Yao Yiyi.
"That junior went back to discuss with Feng Zheng, but the people from the East Pole Gate..."
"It doesn't matter, their target is just the Mo Sect, and as far as I can see, they don't know much about the secret treasure, and the reason why they have heard of it is probably because the Mo Sect itself leaked the news." Yao Yi frowned and said.
Lin Qin frowned, and said in a deep voice, "But the true use of the secret treasure is even us..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yao Yi waved his hand to interrupt and said coldly: "I have my own considerations." β
With that, she picked up three more yellow incense sticks, lit them on the candle flame, and continued them into the incense burner.
Lin Qin quietly looked at everything in front of him, and said in a daze: "The younger generation has a lot of words, what kind of Zen is my aunt cultivating?" β
Yao folded his hands and bowed to the portrait of Guanyin, and then said softly.
"Red Dust Zen."