Yan Yunting suddenly came to his senses and said: "The master came to the door to give each of us a cup of bitter tea, just to tell us that although we are having a hard time now, we will definitely pay off in the future." ”

Bai Rong also suddenly realized: "Oh...... So that's it! The master is indeed a high-ranking monk! This tea tastes so sweet now! ”

Master Kunai raised his pale eyebrows and said, "I'm just asking how this tea tastes, why do you have so many Zen machines?" Today's young people always like to think cranky......"

The question itself is very ordinary, but it may not be the same when asked from the mouth of an enlightened monk.

"Uh...... "The three young people in front of the seat, you look at me, I look at you, and they all hide their embarrassment with smiles.

"How is this tea better than wine?" Master Kunai asked again with a smile.

"Of course, wine is better...... Belch...... It's all delicious, it's all delicious. Bai Rong held back halfway through his words.

Wujie shook his head and said: "Three cups of wine in the red dust, a pot of tea for the great cause of the thousand autumns, for the people in the red dust, of course, it is more delicious, but for those who cultivate the mind, tea is better than wine." ”

You can say that again!

"Do you think you are a person in the red dust, or a person who cultivates the mind?" Master Kunai asked with a smile again.

The three of them, one wearing shabby monk's robes, one drooping with empty sleeves, and the other looking not serious horizontally and vertically, how could they be people who cultivate their minds?

Yan Yunting said with a smile: "Master Wujie may be a person who cultivates the mind, but Bai Rong and I were born in the worldly fireworks and came from the rolling red dust. ”

"Hmm...... Since you are a guest on the Red Dust Seat, it would be too rude for me to entertain you with tea," Master Kunai shouted outside the hall:

"Jogo, serve the wine."

"Come on!"

Little Shami, who didn't know whether he was waiting outside or something, walked in with a pot of blue and white porcelain wine, put it on the coffee table and withdrew.

In the most sacred temple of Zen Buddhism in the world, he can treat guests with wine so freely, this old monk is either confused, or his mind is detached.

Master Kunai brought a glass of wine for Yan Yunting and Bai Rong, and said with a smile: "This is a thirty-year-old blue and white brew, how can you taste it?" ”

The wine is in the glass, mellow and fragrant! For drunkards who walk the rivers and lakes, this kind of wine is enough to make people's mouths!

"Then master, you're welcome." Bai Rong picked up the wine glass and drank it all, sighed for a moment, and couldn't help shouting: "Good wine!" Wine! I've never drunk such a good drink in my life! ”

Yan Yunting also raised his glass and drank it, and it was immediately refreshing and straight to his brain, and it was really an excellent craft brew that was rare to smell in the world!

Wujie saw that the two people beside him looked intoxicated, and also pushed his cup forward: "Master Kunai, please pour me a cup too." ”

Master Kunai asked, "You are a person who cultivates the mind, not a person in the red dust, and drinking alcohol is a violation of the precepts." ”

Wujie hesitated for a moment, took the initiative to pick up the wine jug, poured three glasses in a row, drank three glasses in a row, and then said: "Master Wuku, I have decided to enter the red dust again, and I am not a monk anymore." ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Master Kunai's eyes, and then a trace of regret flashed, and he sighed, "So, have you found the answer in your heart?" ”

"To be precise, I found the person who has always lived in my heart," Wujie said: "Everyone has a Zen in their hearts, and my Zen is her, and it wasn't until I saw her again that I realized that I had cultivated not myself but her in the past few decades."

He drank another glass of wine and said, "Crossing others does not cross themselves, crossing her does not cross me, this is my Zen way." ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity, you're the highest meditation I've ever seen in Huigen, alas," Master Kunai sighed, "Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass, do you still have to give up your Zen path for the sake ......of a woman after all?"

"No," Wujie immediately shook his head and retorted: "She is not only a person in the red dust, but also the Zen in my heart, I am still practicing meditation, practicing the Zen of the red dust." ”

Master Kunai just bowed his head and drank tea.

Yan Yunting elbowed his elbow without precepts, the purpose of their coming to Kukai Temple this time was not to ask and listen to the Tao.

"By the way, old abbot, we have one more thing to ask for this time." Wujie said.

"Oh? Ask for help. Master Kunai's eyes sparkled.

Yan Yunting said without ring: "Brother Yan, he used force to transition, which caused the meridians to be broken, and he wanted to ask Kuhai Temple to learn the "I Ching Dafa" to help him break it. ”

There was a smile in Master Kunai's eyes, but he said: "The I Ching Dafa can't be used by others, you can only cultivate on your own, but you also know that it is a unique school of my Kukai Temple, and it can't be learned by a disciple who is not in the inner court." ”

Yan Yunting heard that something was wrong, "Master, is this going to let me become a monk?" ”

Master Kunai shook his head and said, "You are a person of Hongchen, not a person of mind cultivation, and without Huigen, even if you are willing to become a monk, you can't be a disciple." ”

Yan Yunting frowned, his heart was very complicated.

Wujie also frowned slightly, "Old abbot, Brother Yan is a descendant of Guigu, the reason why he used excessive force is for the common people in the world, he really should help." ”

Master Kunai said: "The Guigu mastery is better than my Zen mastery, why don't you go and consult your own classics, but come to Kukai Temple to study?" ”

Wujie asked, "Can't you really make an exception once?"

Master Kunai shook his head, but the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

The four of them were silent, could it be that they had to run for nothing across thousands of miles of rivers?

"Brother Yan, Brother Bai, you go out for a while, I want to talk to Master Kunai alone." Wujie suddenly said to Yan Yunting and Bai Rong.

"I really can't do it, and I don't force it." Yan Yunting sighed, got up with Bai Rong and exited the Tongzen Hall.

As soon as they stepped out of the door, Master Kunai waved his sleeves, and the door of the palace slammed shut.

"What are you doing? We're just kicked out? You have to be a monk, what a stingy ghost! Bai Rong lowered his voice and scolded.

"Brother Bai, don't say that, Zen martial arts is strictly forbidden to be spread outside, if people borrow you, they don't borrow you." Even so, Yan Yunting was inevitably a little disappointed.

Bai Rong was indignant: "I think he is clearly making things difficult for us, it's really strange, these big sects have a lot of rules, cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, and cultivating Zen requires wisdom roots...... Lao Tzu has nothing, only his crotch. Under this root yang. Root, don't you still learn to succeed and become famous all over the world?! ”

"You're famous for being a thief, are you embarrassed to say it?" Yan Yunting said with a smile.

"What's wrong with being a thief? At least I'm open-minded and not hypocritical, and what do I say is very strict, and his fine wine cellar for thirty years shows that there must be a wine cellar hidden in this temple, maybe it still drinks it secretly! ”

"Say less words, say less words, the master's ears are very smart......"

"I'm just fighting for you, you have done so many things for the world and suffered so many crimes, aren't you nobler than those Taoist monks who shout all day long to help the world and save people? I won't borrow a scripture...... Not righteous! It's so unjust! Bai Rong jumped, pointed to the door, and raised his voice.

"Alas......"

Yan Yunting covered his broken arm and sat lonely under a willow tree, if the meridians really couldn't be connected, all his future plans would be in vain, what should Hu Yiyi do? What to do with this plague? What should the people of the world do?

Bai Rong was pacing back and forth in the courtyard, and he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Hey, by the way, I'll help you steal that scripture?" ”

"There are such masters in Kukai Temple, aren't you looking for death when you steal things here?" Yan Yunting pulled Bai Rong to sit down and said: "It's okay, it's okay, if it comes, it's safe, don't force it, don't keep it." ”

"Whew-"

At this time, the door of the Tongzen Hall opened, and Wujie strode out, still holding a yellow scroll in his hand.

He threw the scroll to Yan Yunting from afar, and said, "This is the first three layers of the 'Yijin Dafa' that the old abbot just copied by himself, which is enough to help you interrupt the meridians." ”

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