At this moment, a cloud obscured the moon and the night sky darkened.

Suddenly, Faru heard several faint bells. He was startled, and listened intently, but he couldn't hear again. Thinking it was a hallucination, he laughed self-deprecatingly and said to himself, "It seems that I was too nervous." ”

However, the erratic bell rang again. It is like a lonely sigh squeezed out of the depths of the soul, like an affectionate call that slides down from the high moon palace, and more like a certain sign from the gods to people in the dark......

Faru felt as if there was a mysterious power that pulled his soul out of his body, rising and rising...... He involuntarily fell to his knees......

I don't know how long later, the cloud drifted away, the round moon returned to its brightness, and the heavens and the earth became clear.

At this moment, the sound of the bell came from above very clearly...... Only then did Faru discover that the unpredictable sound of the bell came from the wind chimes on the hillside pavilion!

He slapped himself in the mouth with self-deprecation, and said to himself: "I have been practicing for many years, and I can even be confused!" It's just that because the clouds obscured the moon, I mistook the wind chimes for the sound of heaven and the sound of the gods......"

Under the breeze, the sound of bells is very beautiful on a moonlit night. Faru looked at the full moon like a mirror on the tip of the pavilion, and suddenly a flash of light burst out from the depths of his heart...... "Ah, what a beautiful moonlit night, what a beautiful sky!" What is this clean night sky like?" The tentacles of Faru's mind were opened, and they were searching.

Suddenly, the spirit of the rhino made him suddenly wake up: "Ah, clean as washing, spotless, like a bright mirror!" Our realm of Zen wisdom should also reach this ultimate realm!"

Faru felt that the clouds in his mind were gradually swept away, revealing an emptiness.

Suddenly, Fa Ru burst with inspiration, slapped his thigh with joy, and naturally chanted:

As a Zen wisdom tree, the heart is like a bright moon mirror.

Always take care of it, and Zen wisdom will shine.

The night is quiet, the moonlight is just right, and the sky and earth are bright and smart, just like people's Zen heart.

Fa Ru rushed back to the temple as quickly as a fly, went straight to the abbot's room in the south corridor, flexed his index finger, and just wanted to knock on the door of Elder Huaqing's abbot's room, but froze.

At the moment, Fa Ru thought to himself: Elder Huaqing's city is unfathomable, what is his favorite verse like? There is not yet a single reference. Although I feel that this verse I made is perfect, it is my own personal will. I'm afraid that once it is submitted, Elder Huaqing is not very satisfied, at that time there is no turning back arrow, and it will become useless to save this situation. The severity of this is related to the future of his life. If you are too reckless, it may only backfire. Thinking of this, Faru turned back to the monk's room where he was staying, spread out the rice paper, and wrote out the verses.

In what manner should this verse be presented, and when should it be presented to Elder Huaqing?

The hesitant and panicked state of mind has been tormenting Faru, making him want to vomit and swallow.

Sometimes, an impulse drove him to the south corridor quickly, wanting to express his heart to Elder Huaqing. But when I got to the door, it stopped abruptly. The crimson door separated him from Elder Huaqing in two states of mind, two worlds.

Faru sighed to herself, and left quietly in despair.

Sometimes, Faru hurried to the elder's door with the ink stained manuscript in hand. But seeing that the outer door of the courtyard was not closed, and the lights were still on in the inner room, Elder Huaqing sat peacefully with his eyes closed, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

One of the feet that Faru had stepped in had retreated for some reason. He looked at the manuscript and looked at the figure of Elder Huaqing reflected in the light, and hesitated to linger at the door.

Several times, he seemed to have made up his mind, but for some reason he retreated......

A rooster crows in the distance, the sky is already dark, Faru is as weak as a thief, and flees in a panic.

In the following day, in the morning, noon, and afternoon, Faru walked to the door of the elder's room several times, wandered several times, but did not dare to step into the door.

If this continued, Fa Ru wandered indecisively in front of the Huaqing Elder Room in the South Corridor, coming and going, going and coming. For four days and four nights, there were as many as thirteen times, but he never had the courage to knock on the door of the elder's room and tell Elder Huaqing about his heartbeat.

It's dark again.

In the monk's room, Faru sat at the table, looking at the rice paper with the words written on it in a daze.

The little novice came in from outside and said in surprise, "Second Senior Brother, haven't you presented the piece to the elder yet?" ”

Faru hesitated and said, "I'm afraid of the elders...... Besides, what will the juniors and disciples think when the time comes? It would be terrible if they misunderstood my true thoughts and thought that I was trying to covet the position of Grandmaster......"

Little Shami also learned to sigh: "Alas..... you adults are really boring! This is also afraid, that is also afraid, the former is afraid of wolves, and the latter is afraid of tigers. ”

Faru was speechless. Seeing Faru's appearance, Xiao Shami said, "Second Senior Brother, if you really don't dare to go to the elder's door, I'll go and paste it on the elder's door for you." In this way, the elders saw it when they got up in the morning. ”

Faru slapped the table and exclaimed, "Thanks to you for inspiring me, there you have it, I have a way!" In the middle of the night, the crickets that like to chirp on weekdays also stopped chirping, and the monks of the Shou Watch Temple knocked on the four watches, and Fa Ru could no longer hold back the surging tide in his heart on the bed, all because the great painter Ding Feng hired by the elders of Huaqing will start writing tomorrow morning, and on the powder wall of several zhang long in the south corridor, he painted the "Lenga disguised map" and "the bloodline map of the elders of Huaqing".

The first draft, Fa Ru had already reviewed it with Elder Huaqing in broad daylight yesterday. Time is not waiting for me, there is only one fight.

So, Faru pretended to be smart, got up, walked to the desk, polished the ink in the Fengchi Duan Yan, wrapped the Xuancheng pen with a cloth together with the Duan Yan, and quietly came to the powder wall of the south corridor in front of the Huaqing elder's room, looked around, and confirmed that there was no one around.

Before the ink of the verses had dried, Fa Ru hurriedly packed up the pen and inkstone, walked away quickly like a night owl, and secretly returned to the monk's room where he was staying.

……

Early the next morning.

Twin Peaks Mountain, the large and small temples of Dongchan Temple are all shrouded in a vast morning fog and haze, everything seems misty, difficult to distinguish the true face.

Ding Feng came to the south corridor as promised, and suddenly he felt that there was something more on the wall.

Ding Xianfeng turned his head and found that there were big characters on the white wall, and when he looked closer, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh, it's a verse!" ”

Ding Xianfeng casually recited: "As a Zen wisdom tree, my heart is like a bright moon mirror. Always take care of it, and Zen wisdom can shine. ”

Hearing the chanting of Ding Offering, more than a dozen monks nearby gathered around.

"Who wrote it?"

"Who knows, it wasn't yesterday."

Someone wrote an extraordinary verse with a pen in the south corridor, and for a while, it caused a sensation in the whole temple.

When the monks of the whole temple heard the sound, they flocked to it, competing to recite it, and there were many discussions.