On the twenty-first day, the stagecoach moved, and the time rushed to Yihai, Xinsi, and Ji. It is advisable to ask for an heir to marry and sacrifice to the gods. Great Orient.

After the heavy rain, the sky is clear, the new leaves hang low, and the morning dew beads. The crystal clear dew reflects the warm yellow morning light on the newly sprouted goose-yellow blades, and the breeze blows gently and lowers the tips of the leaves, sliding down the white veins into the dark green moss where the new grass takes root. On the blue-gray tiles, this moss is just an inconspicuous green spot, and no one cares when it grows and when it dies, even if it grows in this temple known for its compassion in the world.

The blue tiles and white walls look very quiet under the shade of green trees and green mountains. Although it is very different from the yellow tiles and red walls of the orthodox temple, this is indeed a temple: the big Buddha stands in front of the door, and the courtyard is neutral with incense ding; this is a small temple: the courtyard is only one entry, and there are three mud houses; this is a dilapidated but clean small temple: although the big Buddha is missing arms, there is no broken image, although the incense burner is rusty but there is no sense of oldness, the green tiles are mossy and there are no weeds, the white walls are mottled and there is no dust, and the wooden door that has been polished by time for a long time releases dignified brown annual rings. Xu is the years in front of the door are too heavy, and the bluestone slab under the eaves has also been eroded out of a row of small pits of different depths, ready to undertake the Buddhist charm overflowing from the old green tiles on the eaves.

The old wooden door creaked open, and the bald little monk who stepped out of the threshold with only one foot hurriedly reached out to hold the crumbling plaque on his right, carefully rehung it, carefully corrected the position, pulled up the sleeve of the gray monk's robe and wiped it again, and then he was satisfied with picking up the broom he was holding in his arms in a hurry and sweeping the ground.

"I have no intention of staying here, the clouds are light and the wind is light, there are flowers blooming on the other side, and the sky is long and the water is wide without dust. Tsk, the rhythm is not neat, the artistic conception is not exceeding, vulgar! really vulgar! too vulgar!"

"Definitely. Cooked, really cooked, too cooked. The Taoist chief, please enter, the new tea has been roasted, and the family teacher has been waiting for you for a long time. Hearing the human voice, Yuan Jue was only slightly stunned, that is, he clasped his palms and bowed, very respectfully.

I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest with a wide robe and big sleeves like a cloud standing on top of the head of the remnant Buddha, stepping on one foot, like riding the wind. This person's eyes are like morning stars, his eyebrows are like sharp swords, his hair is fluttering, his hair is meticulously curled, and he is indeed heroic and ethereal. It's a pity that for more than ten years, the little monk can't see what the Taoist chief looks like anyway.

"There's no hurry. Little monk, let me ask you, you have been rubbing this couplet for ten years, but you are very familiar with it, do you know what to understand?"

"The little monk is stupid, the master has not taught, and the little monk does not know. ”

"Oh, I can't say I'm going to teach you well on behalf of your master today. Lead the way. ”

"Then thank you first. You first please. ”

The little monk didn't seem to be aware of it, and he didn't care whether the Taoist chief meant anything else, so he just turned around and led the way.

This Taoist priest first stepped on the Buddha, and then encroached on the inheritance of the master and apprentice, and the little monk master would not teach the apprentice, and repeatedly provoked, and the little monk was not annoyed. At this moment, the Taoist priest followed behind him, his feet were hanging empty, his feet did not touch the ground, his body seemed to be virtual and real, seeing that the little monk was calm and calm, even if he was profound, he couldn't help nodding secretly.

After only a few dozen steps, the little monk led the Taoist priest to a pavilion in the corner of the courtyard, bowed to the old monk who was already sitting in the pavilion and went straight to fetch water and boil tea.

The old monk is really old.

Withered skin and white beard, teeth are peeled off and broken, yellow-brown age spots are all over the face, eyelids are drooping, and the bags under the eyes are so heavy that they seem to be filled with everything in the world. His lips were shriveled and sunken from the loss of his teeth, and if it weren't for the soft glow of the bright yellow robe on his body, he would not have been able to tell that this old man who was dying was the highest monk in the world.

"Your way is wrong. The Taoist priest calmly sat opposite the old monk on the freshly dried straw futon, and opened with a sentence that had not changed in ten years. Only this time, the old monk did not refute him, "What is wrong", and did not even open his eyes, but only raised his chin to show that the words had entered his ears. Seeing him like this, the Taoist priest no longer had the slightest interest in speaking, picked up a white chess piece and put it into Zhongyuan, then stood up and straightened his sleeves, rubbed the soles of his shoes on the new futon and prepared to leave, but just took half a step, he found that there was a big river in front of him, the yellow waves were rolling, the turbid waves were empty, and the sound was roaring like the ground sinking, and its momentum was like a landslide. The white bones are faintly turned in the waves, and the demons are not hidden, sometimes they are clapped down by the big hand that covers the sky, and sometimes the warm fragrance of nephrite jade curls in. The cymbals are full of cymbals, and the bells and chimes are ringing in unison, which makes people's blood flow and their hearts are like drums.

The Taoist priest's eyes were cracked: "The thief bald dare to fight with me?" stretched out his hand, and a thunderous purple thunder hit into the river, and all kinds of illusions and anecdotes were extinguished with a blow, and there was only a puddle of eaves water in front of him, and the Taoist priest stepped into it, it was already a new half-wet, and the jade toes were sticky. He slowly retracted his wet feet, sat down on the futon, looked at the light smoke in the courtyard and said, "Good means." ”

"It's so unreasonable. The old monk's voice was so faint that it seemed to come from thousands of miles away, but it seemed to be close to his ears.

"Oh, that's just your reason, don't have it!"

"You're playing this game so unreasonably. It is not your reason to drop a son every year, build it carefully for ten years, and once you give up your efforts. ”

"Heaven and earth are impermanent, and so are people. The Tao is natural, reasonable is unreasonable, and unreasonable is also reasonable. ”

The old monk nodded, "If you don't understand, it's unreasonable; The human heart is the heart of heaven, but people do not know it and seek external appearances, and take their hearts as their own hearts, and have long forgotten what I am for me. ”

"That's your own reasoning. Your Buddhist tongue blooms with lotus flowers, and you can tell three points of truth in everything, why don't you come and tell me about the profound Buddhism, how can you use the magic method to be supernatural?"

The old monk bowed his head and was silent for a long time, as if he had run out of oil and exhausted his vitality because of the fighting method just now, and finally only spit out four words with difficulty: "Incredible!" These four words are like Hong Zhong Da Lu, not at all like the previous half-dead, sound like a mosquito. The Taoist priest calmed down the surging qi and blood slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "You are really wrong!" and stood up angrily: "Incredible is the way to become a Buddha and liberate, and it is magnificent, how can it be as dry as you, and the sun is thin? I have never heard that this Tao has the ability to manipulate people's hearts, and the Buddha is hidden and demons." You are in the dead and you don't know it, and you're waiting for someone to cross you to the other side?

"Let's go to the next game, taste the taste of tea, how about it?" said the old monk expressionlessly.

"There is no difference between a good product and a bad product. ”

"If you don't taste it, how can you know what it's like?"

The Taoist priest finally sat down, "What did you taste?"

The old monk did not talk, but said to himself what he had said earlier: "The Tao is natural, and all things in heaven and earth must be known, naturally, there is life and death, and there is increase and decrease." Mortals, life span is only hundreds of years, life is only two or three taels, how can there be immortality? You have lived for 750 years, Jue Mingzi, do you really understand?"

"How do you know that I don't understand?" Jue Mingzi flicked his sleeves, emptied the chess pieces on the chessboard, threw the black and white chess pieces into the chess urn, and said: "Born as a human being, three feet of life, but the heaven and earth mayflies, a body of root fruits, after all, floating in the water, the body is involuntarily, no different from dust, how sad! This heaven and earth universe, the great road has been running for 10,000 years, plundering the essence of all living beings for a lifetime, and how many people have profited? This heaven and earth avenue is just a greedy gluttony, and in my opinion, everyone can lose it! How can there be a person who harms humanity and people who do not think about those who go against heaven?"

The old monk raised his drooping eyelids: "One sand and one world." Even if it is dust, it can become the world. Or if you can enjoy yourself in it, I don't know, why bother jumping out to be that chess piece? Look at this chess piece, one contains hundreds of millions of stars. If you only get a grain of star sand, it is useless to ask for it, it is better to abandon it, and you will be at ease in this world. The old monk stretched out his right hand like a withered vine, picked up a black chess piece, and placed it in the position of Tian Yuan on the blank chessboard: "Once it is aggregated and becomes a chess piece, it is controlled in the hands of people, and it is the real involuntarily." ”

"A game of loose sand, I don't even have the qualifications to be a chess piece, and it's useless to be lowly. ”

The old monk shook his head: "Jue Mingzi, you should know that it is not useless, but it can't be used for you." Do you want to gather sand into a tower and be the chess player who fell behind, but you don't know that you are not a bigger chess piece?"

The little monk hurriedly came with a small red clay stove, and a few pieces of charcoal in the hearth emitted a scarlet light that reflected his face red, for some reason, the small furnace appeared, and the light of the entire courtyard seemed to be a little darker, as if it was taken away by the dark red color in the little monk's hand. It's just that the small stoneware red teapot on the stove is gurgling with white steam, and the fragrance of tea spewed out stains the whole world. There was silence, only the footsteps of the mille-feuille cloth shoes on the soles of the little monk's feet rubbing against the sand and gravel. When the weaker cultivators heard this, they panicked in their hearts as if a catastrophe was coming, and the two forces of war almost wanted to take the road away.

Fortunately, the two people at both ends of the chessboard are both powerful people with profound cultivation, and they are not affected in the slightest

After the little monk sat down beside the two masters, Jue Mingzi continued to speak:

"Are you willing to be a chess piece for the rest of your life? What's even more sad is that you don't even know who the chess player is. ”

"Kakumeiko, what do you see on the other side of that mountain?"

"Humph!"

Yuan Jue quickly got up and poured a cup of tea for the Taoist chief.

"Little monk, do you know how hot it is?"

"The Taoist is long, the little monk doesn't know. ”

"Ignorant and stupid!" A cup of tea entered the stomach, and the Taoist priest suddenly felt much clearer, depressed and smooth.

"Yes. The little monk didn't argue, but just asked, "Dao Chief, is it easy to practice for seven hundred and fifty years?"

"Three hundred years ago, I was in the same class as your teacher. ”

Yuan Jue glanced up at the Taoist priest, and when he saw that he finished saying this, he was holding the teacup in a daze, as if he had no follow-up. In fact, he wanted to ask: You can't say a few words, you have become angry several times, sometimes kind and kind, sometimes gloomy, so moody and impermanent can practice for 750 years without dying, it should not be easy. I didn't expect the Taoist chief to give such an answer, and he was also a second monk who was confused, so he simply drooped his head and concentrated on fiddling with the red charcoal in the furnace. When he opened the lid of the pot, he saw three pearl necklace-like steam bags floating out of the bottom of the pot one after another, and then he wiped his hands on the gray monk's robe with satisfaction.

The old monk just drooped his eyelids, as if he had fallen asleep, and he didn't move. Yuan Jue looked at the master, and then looked at the Taoist, the sculpture-like two people seemed to be competing in meditation kung fu, Yuan Jue was bored, so he washed all the teacups and laid them out, and when the cups were full, he dozed off.

"It's so hot!" the Taoist priest praised after opening, "one cent, three cents and two millimeters, seven stones, five and four catties." ”

Each bubble in the pot is spaced by more than one minute and three centimeters and two millimeters, and the size is also one minute and three centimeters and two millimeters, which is not bad at all; each cup of tea soup weighs seven stones and five pounds and four catties, and the cup weighs seven stones and five pounds and four catties, and the baht is not less.

Just when Yuanjue was sleepy, he suddenly heard the master shouting: "Please enter the game!"

"Here we go again. A thought flashed through Yuanjue's mind: "What a long and boring day." ”

And he fell asleep.