There really is a Buddhist temple.

Contrary to the copper feather statement, there is a small village not far from the Buddhist temple.

From time to time, you can hear the dog barking.

The terrain outside the village was flat, and with the light of the stars and moon, I could vaguely guess that it should be a crop field.

"What's your name?" asked Tong Yu.

"Oh, Miss Li, it's called Zhong Yuming. Copper Feather replied.

Li Yuanzi was suddenly surprised: "Yu Ming, what a good name, uh, although I don't know what it means and how to write the words, but I think the meaning must be extraordinary." ”

Zhong Yuming smiled: "It was Zhao Wei who named me, I didn't have a name before, and others called me Zhong Goudan." ”

"Have you two known each other for a long time?"

"If you calculate it carefully, it must have been four years, and in the Xisai barracks, I am a pawn under General Zhao. ”

Li Yuanzi looked at Zhao Que: "How did you name him?"

Zhao Que touched his chin, his beard has grown, if there are conditions, he has to deal with it, although there is a tradition of good men growing beards in the Great Xia ritual system, there are still many people who think that beards are really inconvenient, and they don't want to grow beards, so they shave them cleanly, which makes some Confucian old masters scold more than once, write articles saying that the world is declining and people's hearts are not ancient, but there are many women who like men who do not grow beards to be refreshing and neat, and the atmosphere of not growing beards is gradually spreading.

"I chose him to join the lark, but he didn't have a name, so I gave him the word 'Shu Qi for a long time and more than Ming', which means that as time passes, his reputation becomes more and more prominent. Zhong Yuming did not disappoint me, and soon he was promoted to Silver Feather. ”

Knowing that Li Yuanzi didn't read much, Zhao Que simply explained it clearly.

On the other hand, she sighed, as if she had already seen through the meaning of the word Yuming, and only praised Zhong Yuming for his imminent ascension.

Zhong Yuming heard that Zhao Jiang had the intention to promote himself to Silver Feather, and suddenly smiled, and accidentally laughed.

Zhao Que coughed dryly and said: "Don't be proud, you know the situation of Silver Feather, which is several times more dangerous than Copper Feather." ”

"I know, I still want to be a silver feather, it's too majestic!"

The lark relies not on a relatively large number of copper feathers, nor on a promising golden feather, but a silver feather that has more people than the golden feather and fewer than the number of copper feathers.

When he first retreated from Xisai, several key espionage reports to Zhao Que were discovered by Yin Yu at great risk, almost like pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth.

The spy made Zhao Que's arrangement more comfortable, so that he could ride a horse all the way and take Li Muhibiscus to Bluestone City.

The temple was built on a small hillside.

Buddhist temples that do not face mountains are rare.

Zhao Que has one in front of him.

The name of the Buddhist temple is Jingsha Temple.

Ascending the steps of the temple gate, which had fallen into disrepair for a long time, and tied the horses to the trees, the three of them could not help but carefully walk up the steps to visit.

There was a knock on the door.

Nobody was seen.

Zhong Yuming spent more effort and almost smashed the door.

"Who's, who's who! Is it the benefactor who is passing by?!"

Two little novices, sleepy-eyed, one guarding the candle, the other opening the temple door and poking out his little head.

"Little master, we are passers-by, it is too late, and we want to borrow a place to sleep in your temple. Zhao Que politely greeted, greeted, and replied.

"Oh, it's a passing donor! Come in, the rooms in the temple are empty, and it's not a problem for the three of you to have one room for each person. The little novice did not forget to shout the Buddha's name, and his tone was deeply tired.

Entered the temple.

There is no shortage of fallen leaves of ancient trees falling on the shoulders.

Like a butterfly on the shoulder.

"Master, his old man is clever, and it is expected that a distinguished guest will come to the door tonight and tell the two of us not to sleep too hard. A small novice said vaguely.

When Zhao Que heard this, he was suddenly shocked.

"May I ask the Dharma name of the Venerable Master. ”

"Master's Dharma name is Non-Vow. ”

I didn't expect that there would be such a character in this small place.

Followed by two little novices, one of them carefully holding a candle to prevent the wind from blowing it out.

Took the three of them to a row of guest rooms, and the three rooms were cleaned.

Zhao Que thanked Xiao Shami.

"The donor is very polite, we have also arranged tomorrow's breakfast, it is all vegetarian rice, and I ask the donor to forgive me. The little novice learned to speak politely, and the words were round.

After the two left.

Li Yuanzi said softly: "If you don't quit being a monk, you are by no means ordinary. ”

"Yes, we can be deduced in advance, no matter how you look at it, it is not something that ordinary people can do. Zhao Que said.

To achieve this kind of level, no matter what the Zen master says, he is a great master of the three realms in the middle of the mountain, and the realm is not low.

"Let's sleep with peace of mind?" Zhong Yuming asked in a low voice.

Zhao Que nodded: "In my opinion, there is no malice in not quitting the Zen master. ”

Li Kite was so sleepy that her eyes seemed to be unable to open.

"Sleep, sleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

The three of them went into the house, found a bed, and covered it with a quilt.

Zhong Yuming and Li Yuanzi fell asleep.

Zhao Que closed his eyes, thinking about what happened next.

With his current martial arts realm, it is difficult to kill Ma Hechuan.

However, Ma Hechuan's visit to Nanyang City is a rare opportunity, and on the list of people who must be killed in Zhao Que's heart, Ma Hechuan's name and surname are extremely eye-catching.

"Nalan Changhui, Nalan Changhui, I don't know who I will help when you know that I killed Ma Hechuan? ”

"Let you protect Ma Hechuan to Nanyangzhou City, and I don't know how many interests are involved......

I heard someone walking outside the room.

Zhao Que opened his eyes suddenly, got out of bed and opened the door.

I saw that it was an old monk.

The left leg is drawn in a circle, and the right leg is drawn in a square, which is a very strange walking.

When Zhao Que opened the door and saw him vaguely in the dark night, the old monk suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Zhao Que.

"The donor just came here to stay overnight?"

"Exactly, Zhao Que is polite. He said politely.

"Don't be polite, don't be polite, Buddhism is pure, don't pay attention to that, a few more hours, it will be dawning, the donor should rest quickly." ”

"It's fine. ”

Zhao Que only said this, and did not ask about the monk himself.

Close the door again.

Lying in bed, my mind was still full of thoughts, but I quickly fell asleep.

"Zhao Que, Zhao Que, Zhao Que. ”

It's also amazing to say, after seeing Zhao Que, the old monk's walking was suddenly normal.

Pacing in the courtyard where only the leaves rustle.

The old monk shouted the Buddha's name, muttering that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

After two arches, I sat on a wooden chair built around a century-old poplar tree, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

There are big stars to hook Chen!

"Gou Chen's entry into the heavens is amazing. The old monk smiled, "It's not in vain that hundreds of people have suffered for several years, and only after the chaos can they be cured!!"

The words fell.

He actually sat under a hundred-year-old poplar tree, and his hands were pinched in the shape of flowers.

The life span of the poplar tree is mostly 20 to 30 years, the elders in the temple said that this hundred-year-old poplar tree, day by day and year by listening to the morning bell and dusk drums, Buddhist scriptures and Buddha numbers, the Buddha nature is gradually deepening, and it has been spiritual.

And after the old monk sat down and turned into Nirvana, this hundred-year-old poplar tree quickly lost its vitality, almost at the same time as the old monk lost his breath, the dead branches rotted and fell, not smashing the old monk, and became a circle around him, such as the lotus platform under the Buddha's seat.

Self-immolation without fire.

There was no smoke.

There was no crackling sound of burning branches.

Just burned quietly.

With the dawn of the day.

The fire was extinguished.

If it weren't for the charred trunks remaining, no one would have thought that there was a fire here!

"It's water, it's water!!" shouted Shami, who was the first to find it, at the top of his throat.

Then, more monks hurried with buckets.

Splash away with the rest of the sparks.

The water did not fall on the embers, and the moment it was about to be splashed, it instantly turned into steam and soared into the sky! In mid-air, it turned into a Dapeng golden-winged bird, and the song was loud, resounding through the Jingshe Temple.

The Zen master and the elders of the temple walked in a hurry, and retracted their gaze at the Dapeng Golden-winged Bird.

The young monk surrounding the embers, dodging a path.

"Amitabha. ”

As the abbot of Jingsha Temple, he slowly closed his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him.

The elders who came with him clasped their hands together and softly recited the "Jizo Bodhisattva Honsutra".

Although the monks did not understand what was going on, they followed the elders, clasped their hands together and chanted in a low voice.

The abbot lightly lifted his robe, walked into the embers, glanced at it, slowly squatted down, waved away the embers with his hand, and took out a golden relic.

"Amitabha!"

"I don't want to be a senior brother, I became a Buddha and went to Rongxi. The abbot muttered.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, and Zhao Que walked slowly.

Footsteps are heard.

The abbot turned around and walked out of the crowd.

In front of everyone's eyes, he bowed deeply to Zhao Que.

"Abbot!" shouted a young monk.

The elders of the temple looked at all this in horror, and they actually forgot what kind of action to make.

"Abbot!"

Waving his hand, the abbot motioned to the monks behind him, no need to make a fuss.

Zhao Que bowed to a scholar: "You are the abbot of Jingshe Temple? ”

The words of the unquit came to his mouth, swallowed it again, and explained: "Master Zhao, in fact, it is not the old monk who has deduced your whereabouts, but the senior brother of the old monk, who does not want to be a master. ”

"Oh?!" Zhao Que was a little surprised, and asked, "Master Unwilling Master, where is it now?" ”

Bu Ring opened his palm, revealing the golden relics.

"Once the senior brother had an epiphany, he had already gone to the west. ”

Zhao Que didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only give a deep bow to the golden relic to express his gratitude.

"If Lord Zhao has nothing else to do, please stay in this temple and stay for a few days, right?!"

"Thank you for the kindness of the abbot, in the hurry of the next hurry, there is really no leisure, if there is a fate in the future, I will definitely go to the Jingshe Temple to ask for Buddhism. ”

"A word?"

"A word is a certainty!" Zhao Que concluded.

"In vain?"

"In vain!"

"Send Zhao Shizhu to breakfast. ”

"Master?!!"

"Don't go yet. ”

"Yes!"

"Master Zhao, please come with me. ”

Zhao Que understood something in a trance, but he couldn't grasp it, sighed quietly, woke up Zhong Yuming and Li Yuanzi, and followed the young monk to eat breakfast.

Next to the embers of that hundred-year-old poplar tree.

A temple elder hurriedly walked up to Bujie and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Abbot, why do you treat that young man so politely?"

The abbot looked at the golden relic in his hand: "I don't want the senior brother to deduce Zhao Que to stay in this temple, and then become a Buddha...... It's all in plain sight. ”

"I don't want to be a senior brother, I once made a big wish: I don't see the future, and I vow not to become a Buddha. ”

It dawned on the elder.

I don't want to be a master, and I practice Zen without words.

Draw a circle on the left leg and a square on the right leg.

The sky is round and the place is round!

The vast avenue, everything is in plain sight!