In the early morning, the gate creaked, and the thin little girl woke up instantly, jumped off the back of the stone lion, tiptoed, and fled along the base of the wall.

Chen Ping'an, of course, "got up" earlier than her, after watching the little girl leave from a distance, he no longer followed her whereabouts and returned to his residence, Chen Ping'an rented a house in the south of the capital, there is a Zhuangyuan Lane nearby, the name is very big, in fact, compared to the hometown Xinghua Lane is not as good, there are many shabby scholars who went to Beijing to catch the exam, Chunqiu was defeated, and he couldn't afford to return to his hometown.

Chen Ping'an only has the key to the house, but no key to the courtyard door, so he pinched the point back to the residence, the courtyard door has been opened, Chen Ping'an returned to his room, closed the door, glanced at the stack of books on the table, and the bedding on the bed, all passive, a little clue, in Chen Ping'an's eyes, very abrupt, sighed, a little helpless, fortunately, there is no lack of things.

Chen Ping'an didn't live here before, stayed in an inn, asked for a big room, you can practice boxing and sword practice at will, and then looking for Taoism to no avail, the mood became more and more irritable, Chen Ping'an broke the world for the first time, stopped walking piles and swordsmanship, in order to save money, he moved here, and only occasionally practiced sword furnace piles.

Chen Ping'an lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, stunned.

It's not a problem to be like a headless fly.

Benefiting from the boiling of dripping water through stones on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, there are two major battles in the Flying Eagle Castle behind, especially the self-explosion of the evil monk Dan room, the aura poured like a flood, Chen Ping'an went against the current, and gained a lot, Chen Ping'an is now in the four realms of martial arts, there are some signs of loosening of the bottleneck, but I always feel that there is still something missing, Chen Ping'an has a vague intuition, the threshold of the four or five realms, as long as he is willing, he can quickly step over, but Chen Ping'an still hopes to be more solid, it really can't, just like Lu Tai said at the beginning, go to the Martial Sage Temple to try your luck, or find an ancient battlefield site, looking for those heroic souls who will not disperse after the death of the war, Yin God.

You have to find something to do, otherwise Chen Ping'an is afraid that he will become moldy.

Chen Ping'an decided to stay in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom until the end of summer, and if he couldn't find the Guandao Temple, he would return to Aquarius and focus all his energy on the Seven Realms of Martial Arts.

However, Chen Ping'an was still a little worried, afraid that the barefoot old man with a heart higher than the sky and invincible boxing skills, threatened to polish him into the strongest five realms and six realms.

At the beginning, the Three Realms were already so bitter, Chen Ping'an was really afraid that he would beat the old man to death, or the kind that hurt to death.

Chen Ping'an held the back of his head with both hands and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know if Ah Liang and the legendary invincible Dao Second Elder really had a winner in the sky that day.

I don't know how high Liu Xianyang has seen on the long way to Yingyin Chen, and how big the largest water is.

I don't know if Li Baohua is studying at Mountain Cliff Academy, happy or not.

I don't know if Gu Can has been bullied in Shujian Lake, whether it is a small book that remembers other people's grudges, and there is another one.

I don't know if the peach blossom cake in the shop of Qilong Lane, Miss Ruan Xiu still likes to eat it.

I don't know if Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia have traveled together, have met new friends, they can be born and die together, and subdue demons and eliminate demons.

I don't know if Fan Er met the girl he liked in Old Dragon City.

Chen Ping'an actually thought about his thoughts, so he fell asleep.

There is a flying sword in the fifteenth day of the first day of the sword raising, in fact, Chen Ping'an is not too worried about sleeping in the open on the road.

The owner of this house is three generations in the same house, a family of five, the old man likes to go out to find someone to play chess, the chess strength is weak, the chess quality is worse, and he likes to babble.

The old woman's words were mean, and her face was gloomy all day, which easily reminded Chen Ping'an of Granny Ma in Xinghua Lane.

A young couple and a young couple, the woman did some needlework at home, took care of the housework, and scolded her mother-in-law every day so that she never lifted her head. According to the old saying of Nanyuan Guojing, a man is a burdenman, that is, he carries a big burden, buys rags everywhere, ties a small drum around his waist, walks the streets and alleys and shouts loudly, if he is lucky, he can pick up valuable old objects, and then sell them to familiar antique shops.

The couple looked mediocre, but gave birth to a good-looking cub, seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, not like a baby in an alley, but like a little son in a big family. I went to school, and I heard that he was very popular with Mr. Teach, and often watched his grandfather play chess with others, and he could squat for more than half an hour with a squat, without saying a word, and he was a true gentleman who watched chess without saying a word, and he looked like a little master.

Neighbors, no matter how big or small, are close to this child, and often joke about him, the green plum girl in the alley next door, and Miss Liu in the school, which one do you like more? The child often just smiled shyly and continued to watch the game in silence.

After Chen Ping'an fell asleep.

A small thing emerged from the ground, climbed onto the table, sat down next to that "mountain of books", and began to doze off.

Xiaolian is obviously proficient in the art of earth escape, silent, and extremely fast.

Before coming to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, Chen Ping'an amused it several times, or rode a horse and galloped wildly, or galloped out of dozens of miles in one breath, and when he stopped his horse and stopped, there would always be a little guy at his feet who poked his head out of the soil and giggled at him.

Whether it is Chen Ping'an walking piles and boxing or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs, always watches from afar, only Chen Ping'an beckons to it, will come to Chen Ping'an's side, climb up along the golden liquor in the robe, and finally sit on Chen Ping'an's shoulders, one big and one small, enjoy the scenery together.

As for the snowflake money, it was temporarily stored on Chen Ping'an's side.

Chen Ping'an just took a nap, and was soon woken up by the movement in the yard, the old woman's chatter, the woman's chatter, the old man's voice, and the child reading the contents of Mengxue's books in the morning, but the young man should still be asleep.

Chen Ping'an sat at the table, gently picked up a book, and the little thing slowly woke up, confused, and looked at Chen Ping'an blankly.

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Sleep with you." ”

The little thing got up, ran to Chen Ping'an's side, and helped him turn a page of the book.

Chen Ping'an was accustomed to it, and the books on the table were all newly bought after leaving Lutai and Flying Eagle Castle, and at that time, Lu Tai said that only by reading first-class books could he hope to become a second-rate person. Reading a book, not to seek perfection, greedy to chew more than not, to read intensively, chew slowly, really put a classic subtlety, all into the stomach, those beautiful images, insightful truths, hidden between the sentences and chapters of the spirit, one by one for their own use, this is called reading, otherwise it is just a flip book, over thousands of volumes, support is also a two-legged bookcase.

Chen Ping'an listened to it at the time, if it wasn't for Lu Tai's reminder, he might really buy a good book when he saw it, and he would read it carefully, but the sea of books is endless, and his life expectancy is limited, Chen Ping'an has to practice boxing and swordsmanship, but also look for Taoism, and finally have a little leisure time left, which should indeed be used to read the best books.

Lu Tai gave a book list, but Chen Ping'an treasured the piece of paper, but did not buy books according to the book list, but went to buy the Confucian Yasheng classics.

It's a pity that Wen Sheng's book is not available on the market at all.

Chen Ping'an wants to see "three or four", and compare them.

Emotionally speaking, Chen Ping'an is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi's husband, the old Xiucai who loves to drink and likes to talk about wine, but he likes, admires and respects a person, this is no problem, if he thinks that what that person says and does is all right, there will be a big problem.

Of course, it is very high, according to the young Cui Yun, who used to be so high that all scholars felt that they were "in the middle of the day."

So does Chen Ping'an have the qualifications to think that Lao Xiucai's truth is not the most reasonable?

It seems that the grasshopper shakes the tree, which is ridiculous, but in fact, there is, because there is a sub-saint, and there are classics left by the sub-saint.

Chen Ping'an once told Ning Yao's father and mother that if you really like someone, you have to like a person's bad places.

I also told the boy in Tsing Yi and the girl in the pink skirt, "If I'm wrong, remember to remind me."

However, deep down in Chen Ping'an's heart, of course, he still hopes that after watching the knowledge of both sides of the three or four disputes, he can sincerely feel that Wen Sheng Lao Xiucai is more right.

Then the next time I drink with the old man, I will have a chat.

Chen Ping'an was sitting in a precarious position, reading very slowly, and his voice was very soft, and whenever he reached the end of a page, Xiaolian would hurriedly turn a new page with his hands and feet.

Then continue to sit back at the table between Chen Ping'an and the books on the table, drawing a scoop on the gourd, imitating Chen Ping'an's upright sitting posture, it pricked up its ears and quietly listened to the sound of reading above its head.

For the courtyard outside the house, which is full of market fireworks, Chen Ping'an, who is in a white robe with a sword and a gourd, is like a strange character far away in the sky, who is not close when he comes and nostalgic when he leaves.

Just pay.

There is a wine shop Qinglou not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, as well as a temple with Sanskrit sounds, although it is close, it is like two worlds so far away.

Chen Ping'an can often see monks going out with dervishes, although they are thin, most of them have a peaceful face, even if they are not wearing robes, they can see at a glance that they are different from the people in the market.

On the other hand, the Goolan liquor store is often full of people at night, and the whole street is full of fat and powder, which often does not stop until the early hours of the morning. Although the characters over there, whether they are guests drinking flower wine or women toasting, there are many brocades and satins, and once the joy ends, they look haggard, Chen Ping'an saw those women several times After sending the guests out of the Qinglou, they went back to remove the fat powder makeup on their faces, and the sky was bright, so they walked out of the side door of the Qinglou and arrived at an alley crowded with vendors, where they sat there and drank a bowl of rice porridge or wontons, and some women fell asleep on the table while eating.

The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, as if he is borrowing money from God and wants to pay it back.

Some of the street vendors who are familiar with the women who are hooked are most fond of meat, and some women have a few perfunctory words, in order to be able to pay a few copper coins less, and there are also extraordinarily more serious, they should be accustomed to low-eyed and pleasing to the eyes, and they will be greeted directly, and the vendors will cringe, and when the women leave, they will begin to scold them for being just pickled goods in the skin and meat business, and they have the cheekiness to pretend to be the yellow flower girl.

The next day, the scolded Qinglou woman came as usual, and the vendor men who were scolded yesterday will still sneak a glance at their white little hands with their sleeves exposed, as white as pork on the board, compared to their own yellow-faced women, it is really a heaven and a place, I really don't know how these watery girls are born and raised, just thinking about touching their chests, it will cost half a year of hard work, so I can only sigh.

Nanyuan has been war-free for hundreds of years, the country is safe, and generations of kings have ruled with arches, neither good name nor notoriety.

Therefore, there is no night ban in the capital, the heroes of the rivers and lakes are very arrogant with knives and swords, fresh clothes and angry horses, the government never cares, met on the road, immediately get off the horse, the two sides will also greet a few politely, good friendship, they will drink together nearby, you say some officialdom helpless promotion, I say some of the rivers and lakes on the hands of the masters, one and two, two or three catties of wine will definitely not be able to beat.

In order to find that temple of Taoism, Chen Ping'an would wander around the capital every day, see the market, and also see some strange and strange things hidden in the market.

As long as they don't take the initiative to provoke themselves, Chen Ping'an doesn't want to pay attention to them.

Lu Tai once said a sentence that I didn't feel deeply at the time, but now the more I chew it, the more I have an aftertaste.

When you go up the mountain and cultivate the Tao, you will only feel that there are more and more eccentric and ghostly femininities in the world.

Chen Ping'an closed the book, and an hour passed like this, ready to go out and continue to wander.

Although during the search for Taoism, Chen Ping'an's mood became more and more irritable, but Chen Ping'an did not try to calm down, in fact, he made a lot of efforts, went to those large and small temples, burned incense and worshiped the Buddha, walked alone in the quiet path and shade, every temple was recorded on the bamboo slips, the small temple on the edge of Zhuangyuan Lane, Chen Ping'an went to the most times, the temple is not big, counting the abbot is only a dozen people, over time, it is mixed with familiar faces, Chen Ping'an every time his heart is not quiet, he will go there to sit, not necessarily talk to the monks, even if he just sits alone under the eaves, listening to the ding dong sound of the wind chimes, he can pass away a hot afternoon。

Nanyuan country worships Buddha and depreciates the Tao, the capital and the local temples are numerous, the incense is prosperous, the Taoist temple is rare to see, and the capital is not one.

In recent days, a terrifying secret matter, boiling up and down in the capital, Baihe Temple, one of the four major temples in the capital of Nanyuan State, has a big scandal, Baihe Temple has always been known for the abbot's profound Buddhism, the golden body of the Arhat is famous in the world, after the death of the senior monks of the past dynasties, they can leave the body without rotting the flesh or burn out the relics, and the other three temples are ashamed of themselves at this point.

This is also regarded as a clear proof that the Buddhism of Nanyuan is prosperous and far superior to that of its neighbors.

But not long ago, a monk who practiced in Baihe Temple, was elected as the abbot the year before last, the scenery is unlimited, but one day ran out of the temple, went directly to Dali Temple to sue the official, after listening, Dali Temple Qing including the officials, everyone looked at each other, it turned out that the old monk reported Baihe Temple, poisoned his food, and conspired to pour mercury into the body after his death, not only that, but he also exposed the Baihe Temple monks who were deeply sinful, and deceived the noblewomen of the capital who asked for children with a lot of money, a total of six major crimes.

This case was too shocking to the world, and directly alarmed His Majesty the Emperor of Nanyuan State, and ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, as a result, most of the three hundred monks of Baihe Temple were imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital, and they were demarcated from their homes, and they were not allowed to be monks again in this life.

The other three temples are still in a transcendent position, after all, they are deep-rooted, but they have affected many small temples that are not well-known, such as this Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane, and there are obviously fewer pilgrims recently.

The abbot of Xinxiang Temple, is an old monk with a strong local voice, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, tall and big, entered Beijing for 30 years, the old monk still has not changed the native sound, and does not like to talk to people about the subtlety of Buddhism, mostly the parents chatted for a short time, every time they go to the temple to sit idle, Chen Ping'an has to work hard to understand, Chen Ping'an has a good impression of this old monk, and see through it is not broken, the old host is a person in practice, but has not yet entered the five realms.

Chen Ping'an left the alley and went to Xinxiang Temple, planning to meditate there and practice the sword furnace pile.

It's just a two-mile journey, Chen Ping'an has walked through a martial arts hall and a dart game, especially in the high wall of the martial arts hall where the "majestic mountains and rivers" plaque is hung. The street outside the door of the dart bureau is often a scene of dart cars, young men and women are high-spirited, high-spirited, and the old people are silent a lot, and occasionally see Chen Ping'an, they will nod their heads, Chen Ping'an will return the salute at first, and then when they meet, they will take the initiative to salute, and they have never thought about coming and going, and the old people have lost interest, and they simply don't look at Chen Ping'an.

Waiting until Chen Ping'an figured out the joints afterwards, he smiled dumbly.

Most of them regarded themselves as Jianglong at the beginning, but later found out where they lived, they looked down on themselves, and their too "polite" etiquette made the old Jianghu of the dart bureau think that they were an embroidered pillow.

Chen Ping'an thought it was quite interesting.

There are many martial arts halls and dart bureaus in the capital, and those famous Jianghu sects like to make a hall here, a high-gate compound, not losing the mansion of the prince and princess, and there is no need to taboo any etiquette and trespass. On the contrary, there are very few rumors about qi practitioners, and even the national teacher is just a master of the rivers and lakes.

But the most interesting thing is the characters in an inconspicuous house, men and women who come in and out, almost everyone is a martial arts person, a practitioner on the rivers and lakes, but deliberately hides his identity, dresses plainly, and does not smile, Chen Ping'an once saw a master who is very likely to be a master of the six realms of martial arts, followed by a young woman wearing a hat, who can't see her face clearly, but her posture is graceful, she should be a beauty.

Unconsciously, Chen Ping'an began to look at the world in a different light.

When I arrived at Xinxiang Temple, the pilgrims in the temple are now sparse, and most of them are elderly neighbors, so the monks and novices in the temple are all sad.

The main reason why Chen Ping'an has been a little diligent recently is that he feels that the deadline for the old host is approaching.

Today, the old monk seemed to know that Chen Ping'an was coming, and waited in the corridor of a side hall early.

Two pampas round seats were placed, and the two sat opposite each other.

Seeing that Chen Ping'an wanted to speak and stopped, the old monk said with a straight smile: "Among the abbots of Baihe Temple in the past dynasties, there has been a real golden body, not as rumored by the outside world, they are all liars, and there is no need to kill Baihe Temple with a stick for thousands of years." ”

Saw good.

But the premise is that the old monk sees the evil first.

The old monk smiled again: "It's just that after the death of the poor monk, he originally wanted to burn a few relics to add some incense to this temple, but now it seems to be difficult, and he has to deliberately hide it for a while." ”

Chen Ping'an was puzzled: "Is this also the cause and effect of the Buddhist family?"

The old monk nodded and said: "Naturally, in a Nanyuan capital, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected, it seems that cause and effect are blurred, but in fact it is not, in Buddhism, the world is big, and they are all implicated." ”

This is the first time that the old monk said "Buddhism" in front of Chen Ping'an.

The old monk hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "In fact, between the two temples, there is also cause and effect, but it is too subtle and subtle, too ...... When he is small, the poor monk is not sure to say it at all, and he still needs the donor to experience it himself. ”

The two chatted, no need to look at each other, the old monk used to be often interrupted by the little novice, chatting about trivial things in the temple, just put Chen Ping'an aside, Chen Ping'an often brought a few bamboo slips or a book, read and engrave, and did not feel lazy and rude.

Today, Chen Ping'an didn't bring a book, but only a slender bamboo slip and a small carving knife.

Chen Ping'an never gets tired of the old one, and the carving knife is still the one he bought at the beginning and given by the store.

The old monk is very interested in talking today, about Buddhism, dragonflies and water, I will not mention more, more casually as before, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, emperors and generals, peddlers and pawns, all the sons of a hundred schools, all casually talk about some, pull the family routine.

Time flies.

The old monk smiled and asked: "Can a literati or official who has been treacherous and evil for 10,000 years write beautiful words and popular poems?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Will a famous man and famous general in history have their unknown selfishness and flaws?"

"Yes. ”

The old monk smiled: "Yes, don't go to extremes in everything. When reasoning with others, I am most afraid of 'I want to take all the truth'. I am most afraid that once I have evil relations with others, I will not see the good at all. Above the temple, the party struggle, and even the party struggle that was regarded as a gentleman's dispute by later generations, why it is still a long legacy lies in the fact that the gentleman and the sage have also done something wrong in these things. ”

The old monk continued: "But the party struggle in the court, if you are weak, if you talk about this set of big truths, most of you will die a miserable death, and it is really no wonder that those scholars who have become officials are not wonderful. In that case, can it be said that the poor monk's phone call is all nonsense?

Chen Ping'an shook his head with a smile and said: "There is an old gentleman who told me a similar truth, he taught me to think more about everything, even if I think about it a lot and go back to the original point, although it takes a lot of effort and effort, but in the long run, it is still beneficial." ”

The old monk nodded with satisfaction, "This gentleman has a university question." ”

Chen Ping'an rubbed his fingers against the emerald green bamboo slip, and said softly: "Once the old gentleman was drunk, his eyes were drunk, and he seemed to be asking me, but in fact, he was probably asking everyone, he said so, how many books have you read, you dare to say that this world is 'like this', how many people you have seen, you dare to say that men and women are 'all so virtuous'? How many peace and sufferings have you seen with your own eyes, and you dare to assert the good and evil of others?"

The old monk sighed: "This gentleman must not have an easy life. ”

Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered something, but he still couldn't figure it out, and asked curiously: "Will the Buddhists really advocate 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground'?"

The old monk smiled and said, "Before answering, the poor monk first asked, do you think this statement is scary and unique, but after chewing it, you always feel that you have taken a shortcut, not the Fa-rectification?"

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, "I haven't even read the Dharma in general, so I know if it's the Fa-rectification." ”

The old monk laughed, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, the world only looks at the shortcut, unbelievable, but I don't know the real mystery, it lies in the realization that 'the butcher's knife is in my hand', which means 'knowing the evil', the world is full of states, many people are evil and do not know evil, many people know evil and do evil, in the end, there is a bloody butcher's knife in the hand, and the severity is different. Wouldn't it be a good deed if you could really let go and turn back from now on?"

The old monk said a little further, "Zen is a stick to drink, outsiders still feel surprised, but in fact, the hard work before enlightenment is drunk by ordinary people, and ordinary people can't see it, and they don't want to do it when they see it." Is it difficult to become a Buddha? Of course, it is difficult, but it is difficult to know the Dharma, and it is even more difficult to abide by the Dharma, protect the Dharma, and spread the Dharma. But ......"

The old monk suddenly stopped speaking and sighed, "There is no 'but', since the poor monk is a person who is a Buddha and can't do it himself, why should he tell you so far from the truth?"

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "But it doesn't hurt to say it, no matter how far the truth is, let's not say whether I go or not, I can know that it is there, which is also a good thing." ”

The old monk waved his hand, "Let the poor monk rest for a while, drink a cup of tea to moisten his throat, it's almost smoking." ”

The old monk shouted, not far from a fine house, there seemed to be a little novice who looked down and chanted the scriptures, but was actually napping, suddenly opened his eyes, heard the old monk's words, and hurriedly went to bring two bowls of tea to the abbot and guests.

Not far away, there is a towering tree, the shade is thick, and a small yellow warbler is parked, pecking a little.

Chen Ping'an drinks tea quickly, and the old monk drinks tea slowly.

Chen Ping'an smiled and handed the tea bowl back to the little novice, and before the old monk drank half of the bowl, Chen Ping'an lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip, and there was a trace of imperceptible marks at the left and right ends.

Chen Ping'an looked left and right.

A bamboo slip is like a small ruler.

The old monk drank the tea, turned his head and looked, in the scorching summer, the sun was barbecing the world, and it was rare for the world to be cool, and he sighed intermittently.

"In the era of the end of the law, the people of the world are like the grass of a drought year, all withered and have no moisture. ”

"I still have to talk about the truth. ”

"Buddhism is the doctrine of monks. Etiquette is the principle of Confucianism. Taoism is the principle of Taoist priests. In fact, it's not bad, why stick to the door, yes, just take it and eat it in your stomach. ”

Chen Ping'an's eyes moved away from the bamboo slips, raised his head and smiled, and nodded, "That's right." ”

The old monk looked at the temple courtyard outside the corridor railing, "This world has always owed good people. How can there be no right or wrong? It's just that we don't go far to find out. You can not talk about it on your lips, or even deliberately reverse black and white, but you have to know it in your heart. It's a pity that there are many helpless things in the world, there are more and more smart people, and those who have many eyes and hearts like lotus canopies often like to ridicule and be mellow, deny pure kindness, and dislike the sincerity of others. ”

"Chen Ping'an, how you look at the world, the world will see you. ”

Then the old monk did this, as if repeating: "You look at it, and it looks at you." ”

Chen Ping'an thought about it and felt reasonable, but he didn't think deeply.

Today, the old monk said a lot of words, and Chen Ping'an was a person who was willing to think about it seriously, so for a while, he hadn't followed the old monk to such a far place.

The old monk suddenly smiled brightly and said, "Master Chen, what the old monk said today, is it okay?"

Chen Ping'an felt a little sad in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's good." ”

The old monk asked with a smile: "I heard you talk about 'succession', 'size' and 'good and evil' before, and the old monk wants to hear it again." ”

Chen Ping'an spoke unfamiliar and obscure for the first time, but the truth and sincerity always become clearer and clearer the more he speaks, like a mirror that is wiped from time to time and wipes off the dust, it will become brighter and brighter.

There is a sequence of right and wrong, first make the order clear, don't skip it, just talk about the truth you want to say.

Right and wrong are also divided into sizes, and the size is measured with one, two, or even more rulers, and these rulers can be borrowed from all the world's righteous laws, good laws, Legalist laws, Confucian etiquette, and sorcerers' calculations. The laws of the bottom line, high morality, local customs, and accurate calculations will all be involved, and they cannot be generalized.

After that, good and evil are finally decided.

Invisibly, human nature is a three-four dispute between good and evil, so it no longer becomes an insurmountable danger for readers, because this is the last thing to talk about, not the first thing that needs to be decided at the beginning of reading.

Finally, there is the word "line".

Educate the common people, the Bodhisattva's heart and intestines spread the Dharma to the world, and cultivate a pure body alone, you can all follow your preferences, casually.

The old monk looked serene, listened to Chen Ping'an's story, folded his hands, bowed his head and said, "Amitabha." ”

Chen Ping'an looked at the little yellow warbler perched on the cornice, and it was looking at the little novice who was cleaning the temple.

Chen Ping'an retracted his gaze, and the old monk smiled: "The temple is not there, the monks are here, the monks are not there, the scriptures are here, the scriptures are not there, the Buddha is here, the Buddha is not there, the Dharma is still there." It is that there is no monk in the Xinxiang Temple, and there is not a single scripture left, as long as there is Buddhism in someone's heart, the Xinxiang Temple is still there. ”

The old monk turned his head to look at the quiet courtyard again, and there was only the rustling sound of the little novice sweeping the floor.

The old monk's vision was blurred, and he muttered: "The poor monk seems to have seen a lotus flower bloom in the world." ”

Chen Ping'an was silent.

The old monk lowered his head, his lips moved slightly, "Go." ”

In the distance, the little novice looked at the corridor, hugged the broom, and complained to the old monk, "Master, the sun is so big, can I clean it later, I'm going to die of heat." ”

Chen Ping'an turned his head, pointed at the old monk who seemed to be napping soundly, and then stretched out his finger and sighed at his mouth.

Xiao Shami hurriedly silenced him, and then secretly laughed, haha, I love to be lazy, it turns out that the master also loves to sleep.

He tiptoed to the eaves of the main hall to cool off, the little yellow warbler mustered up his courage and flew to the shoulder of the little novice, the little novice was stunned for a moment, deliberately turned his head, and made a grimace at it, so frightened that the little yellow warbler quickly fluttered away, and the little novice who was stunned touched his bald head, a little guilty.

On the round seat of the grass in the corridor, the old monk has died, maintaining that loose sitting posture.

But it seems to be a breath of spirit for this small world.

Chen Ping'an remembered Lu Tai's words for no reason.

People die and sleep too.