On the second day, it was not yet dawn.

Gohan was woken up by the master, and hurriedly put on a blue monk's robe, which fit quite well.

Because there were no such small clothes in the temple, I stayed up all night to sew one for him.

Looking at Gohan, who was still a little confused, he didn't feel tired at all, shook his head with a smile, picked up a handful of water, and wiped his face for the apprentice.

As soon as he reached the level, he was awakened by the water, "Wow, this monk's robe fits well, thank you, Master." When is breakfast, I'm hungry..."

Xugu smiled and pinched Gohan's little nose, thinking to himself: What a little gluttonous cat.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the morning class with the teacher, and after the morning class, you can eat..."

Before he finished speaking, Ping Zhi took his big hand and ran towards the hall where he was doing the morning class.

There are many monks in Lingjue Temple, and the place where you can do morning classes is not only the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but also some monks do it in their own rooms.

In the main hall, the sound of wooden fish is endless, and Juefeng is sitting on the futon, with a lotus tongue.

The monks sat cross-legged around the abbot, listening in fascination, sometimes nodding their heads again and again, sometimes bowing their heads in contemplation.

When he finished speaking a large section of Buddhist scriptures, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small figure in a corner, who was drowsy.

I couldn't help but smile slightly, and thought to myself: Sure enough, it's still a child...

Immediately, he had an idea and said loudly: "Monks, listen to it!" ”

"Amitabha! Abbot, excuse me! ”

When the monks woke up when they heard this, the sound in the hall instantly woke up the level of their sleep.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

He squeaked and jumped from the spot.

Only then did the monks notice the existence of a little guy, and they couldn't help but laugh.

"Boom!"

After hearing the laughter, Level's mind also knew about sleeping, and when he was discovered, his face suddenly turned red like fire, and he lowered his little head and smiled.

"It's okay, Gohan, come forward!" Juefeng smiled slightly, not blaming him at all, but stretched out his hand to beckon him forward.

"Yes..."

Pingzhi walked out from behind the pillar and stepped forward slowly, the blush on his little face did not disappear, like a big apple, "Little monk Gohan greets the ancestor." ”

"Yes, good!"

Juefeng bowed his head slightly, took a handful, looked around, and asked, "Do you know what Zen is?" ”

As soon as this question came out, the monks were silent, and after thinking for a moment, they all shook their heads.

"Then I'll tell you a story with the monks..."

One day, at the Lingshan Festival, the Buddha gave a lecture to the disciples, and the sentient beings asked the Buddha what is the truth? The Buddha pinched the flowers and was silent, and Maha smiled.

The Buddha then said, "Mahakasa has my true lineage!" ”

Juefeng frowned when he saw the monks, "You have all heard this story, have you ever thought about the truth?" ”

"Amitabha, I haven't practiced enough, so I ask the abbot for advice."

The more the monks knew, the more they didn't dare to speak, so they could only ask for advice.

"Gohan, what do you say?"

Juefeng nodded, looking at the level who was also thinking.

All the monks were shocked in their hearts, and they all looked at each other, although Master Huiyan praised Gohan for having a lot of wisdom, but he had not yet practiced, how could he know the true meaning of the story?

"The disciple is stupid, he has a rough opinion, I don't know whether to talk about it or not?" Horizontal hands folded in worship.

"But it doesn't hurt to speak!"

The level of obedience, took a deep breath, and said:

"Zen is in the heart, don't ask for it. The Buddha pinched the flowers, and the leaves broke their faces, because Zen cannot be said, and it needs to be understood with the heart, and what is realized is what it is. ”

The monks suddenly realized, nodded again and again, and when they looked at Gohan again, their eyes had changed slightly.

"Well said! Zen is infinite," Juefeng nodded affirmatively:

"To speak of the infinite in limited language, naturally it cannot be explained, only by the heart. The Buddha pinched not just a flower, but a world. This is a flower view of the world, looking inward for one's own heart. ”

The level of the monks opened suddenly, and respectfully worshipped:

"Amitabha! I'm waiting to be taught! ”

......

After the morning class, the next thing is to go to the dining room for breakfast, Juefeng is also chewing slowly, and he is almost finished.

In the dining room, when Ping Zhi saw Shen Xingliu and the others, he immediately pretended to be very old-fashioned, pinched his throat and bowed:

"Amitabha, donors, the little monk is polite."

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, the fruit was really angry, and walked forward, took his brother in his hand, and kneaded it.

"Ahhh

At this time, the horizontal party regained his smile, painful and happy, and amused everyone to the amusement.

"Okay, don't make a fuss..."

Tang Xuanxuan pulled the two away angrily, squatted down, put her three fingers on the horizontal wrist, and asked, "Ping'er, how do you feel now?" Does it still hurt in my body? ”

"Hmm..."

The level put away his smiling face, felt it, touched his chest and said:

"It's okay, the pain doesn't hurt anymore, maybe the worm is full, and it won't make a fuss anymore."

Only then did everyone put their minds at ease, and Shui Mo found Master Juefeng and was willing to donate three thousand taels of silver to make incense money for Lingjue Temple.

"This... Isn't there too much Mrs. Water..." Juefeng also knew that the Shui family was wealthy, but it shouldn't be easy to come up with so much money at once.

Shui Mo handed the silver ticket to Juefeng and said with a smile: "You can make it again if the money is gone, not to mention that it is not gone, it just exists in a different way." ”

"It's okay, so the poor monk accepted it," Juefeng took the silver ticket and pinched it, and said: "These silver coins, the poor monk will use them properly and do his part for the flood of the thousand ponds." ”

"Master mercy!" Shui Mo nodded, clasped his hands and said reverently.

Juefeng returned the salute and asked: "Everyone, please use it slowly, the fasting food is enough, can Master Shen take a step to speak?" ”

"Oh, the master has something to do with me?"

It just so happened that Shen Xingliu had also finished eating, patted his stomach, got up and said, "Okay, just yo-yo food." ”

The two then left the dining room and walked around the temple.

Along the way, both of them were silent, but the monks they met all greeted them.

Then, I came to a small kiosk.

Today's sky is not beautiful, the sky is cloudy, and the mountains are full of clouds and mist, but it adds a bit of quietness, and people can't help but shiver.

"Donor, please sit down..." Juefeng entered the pavilion and sat on a stone bench.

Although Shen Xingliu didn't know what medicine was sold in the old monk's gourd, he still sat down when he heard the words.

Immediately afterwards, with a wave of the sleeves of Juefeng's robe, the golden light flashed, and a pot of brewed fragrant tea and two cups appeared on the stone table in front of him.

"Shhh

The ability of this hand to conjure items out of thin air made Shen Xingliu stunned, he really couldn't imagine that the old monk didn't take anything.

Could it be a supernatural power...

As if he knew what was in his heart, Juefeng smiled and explained, "This is Sumeru. ”

Sumeru is a small supernatural power, derived from a great supernatural power called "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm".

"Sumeru? That day..."

Juefeng picked up the teapot, poured out two cups of tea, and nodded: "That illusion is also a kind of Sumeru, but the cultivation of the master is not comparable to the poor monk, and his supernatural powers are even more difficult to detect." ”

"Donor, please use tea!"

The two of them picked up the teacups and slowly tasted the tea.

Three cups of tea are still in the stomach, but it's time to get down to business.

"Good tea, good tea..."

As soon as the tea entered the mouth, the lips and teeth were fragrant, and Shen Xingliu praised sincerely.

"The poor monk already knows the intention of the donor," Juefeng put down the cup and looked at the clouds in the mountains, "That Xiang Yong was the donor, who helped the temple in the early years, but unfortunately was killed by thieves and died young..."

Faced with such a heavy topic, both were silent.

Shen Xingliu raised his eyebrows, looking at the master's appearance, it didn't look like he was here to be nostalgic and tell him some things about the past, otherwise he should have called the little wolf over, not him...

As he expected...

Juefeng changed the topic, "Since Xiang Yong and his wife were buried in the mountain behind our temple, although there are novices in the temple to help take care of the cemetery, there is also a strange thing. ”

"Oh, what a strange thing!" Shen Xingliu only felt his heart pounding.

"According to the custom, every month, my temple will go to the cemetery to clean and weed, but Shami found that every time he went to Xiang Yong and his wife, there were no weeds..."

Shen Xingliu's pupils widened, and he guessed, "Could it be that it was eaten by the surrounding animals?" ”

"Well, no, because even if there were animals, they wouldn't just eat the weeds in front of the donor's grave, and the tomb wouldn't be damaged,"

After recalling for a while, Juefeng frowned and said, "Moreover, once Shami told him that he smelled the smell of burning paper money. ”

Could it be that someone is secretly guarding the grave, regularly weeding the parents of the little wolf, and worshipping...

After figuring this out, Shen Xingliu forcibly suppressed the surging heart, this person was actually able to enter the realm of no one in the Lingjue Temple where the masters were like clouds.

Then his strength should not be underestimated...

"Thank you master for telling me the truth, the kid knows it in his heart." Shen Xingliu stood up and clenched his fists and thanked him.

"Don't be polite," Juefeng got up and folded his hands, and saluted: "Let's go back, presumably the arrangement of the Dharma is already in order." ”

After speaking, the old monk stretched out his hand above the teapot and grabbed it twice in the air, and the teapot with the teacup turned into a golden light and disappeared between his palms.

Such a method made Shen Xingliu admire again.

It seems that Buddhism, like Taoism and Confucianism, can be passed down for thousands of years.

As expected, the two of them came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the arrangement of the rituals had been completed.

......

In front of the main hall, an altar was erected.

Flags and flags are displayed around the altar, and Buddha statues are placed on the offering table, as well as offerings, incense burners, and candlesticks.

The little wolf stood by the door of the main hall and watched the monks go in and out, and his heart was extremely calm, because he had finally returned.

Now another year has passed, and the little wolf is almost fourteen years old, which means that Xiang Yong and others have been dead for nearly ten years.

Shen Xingliu said hello to Juefeng and went to the sidelines to watch the ceremony.

Before leaving, he patted the wolf on the shoulder, who smiled at him and signaled that he was okay.

"Brother Shen, thank you!"

The two passed by, and the corners of Shen Xingliu's mouth rose slightly.

"Bell! Clang! ”

When everything was ready, Abbot Juefeng, who had already turned his hands, announced the beginning of the ceremony.

The monks marched out in an orderly manner, surrounded the altar, and when they were all standing, they folded their hands and chanted:

"Amitabha!"