At the same time, countless incomprehensible scripture words sprinkled in my mind one after another like scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden.

As soon as the scriptures came into my mind, the words were unfamiliar and the sentences were difficult to understand, but the pearl of the sea of knowledge was running for a while, as if there was a flash of inspiration, and the more I looked at each word, the more familiar it became, as if I had seen it for thousands of years.

But it is only familiar, and the mystery of what is said in it is still a little vague and confused.

In this way, between the strange and the familiar, between the understanding and the not, swaying back and forth in a trance, it took only a moment to be a little dizzy and dizzy.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly put away the wooden card quietly.

"Donor, how?" the old monk looked at the yellowish tea and asked lightly, not knowing whether to ask the scriptures or the tea.

"At first, I didn't understand anything, then suddenly I understood everything at once, and then I realized that I seemed to understand and I didn't understand it. Liangchen thought for a moment and replied.

"Amitabha! If you don't understand it, you can understand it, and if you don't understand it, it's normal if you don't understand it. When the old monk heard Liangchen's answer, he took a sip of tea and said.

"Master, forgive me for being stupid, how do you explain this?" Liangchen was even more confused when he saw him say this.

"Hehe, this Aruo Heart Sutra is a secret technique of Buddhism, and you have never seen it, so you don't understand the meaning of it. But if you fuse the Relief Bead, naturally even the insights contained in it are also contained, and with these feelings, you naturally feel and understand. But you have just fused, and all you see is the skin, and the mystery contained in it has not yet been understood, so it seems that you understand it or not. The old monk smiled indifferently, and then explained carefully.

"I see!" Liangchen listened to his explanation, and then he understood.

"Don't worry too much about the Heart Sutra, you just need to slowly comprehend it, with the help of the Relief Bead, it will naturally come to fruition. If you don't understand something, you can also ask me about it. The old monk said.

"In the future, you will cultivate in this heart pavilion on the third floor, if you want to go out for a walk, let the short day take you around. When you're almost recovered, it's not too late for you to leave. The old monk continued.

"Thank you, master!" Liangchen thanked him again, and then took a sip of tea, only to feel that the tea was slightly bitter in the mouth, the aroma was light, and the grade should be extremely low, he thought about it for a while, and then took out a clay pot and handed it to the thin monk,

"Little master, try my spiritual tea. ”

The day was short and he looked at the master and saw that the old monk was slightly bowed, so he filled the tea in the pot to the two of them, and then replaced it with the spiritual tea of Liangchen.

The clay pot was opened, and a strange fragrance rose up, rushing out of the clay pot.

The fat monk next to him sniffed the aroma vigorously, and suddenly a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

The spirit tea is put into the pot, and after being washed with boiling water, the aroma is transpiring and diffuse, almost intoxicating.

Hearing only the sound of "coo", it turned out to be a standing fat monk who swallowed his saliva vigorously.

"Master, try my Misty Moon Mountain Needle. ”

The two emptied the tea bowl and poured spiritual tea, and the old monk slowly picked up the teacup, blew it gently, and then took a sip.

"Hmm!" the old monk nodded softly, then took another sip and put the bowl down.

"It's much worse than the mountain dew tea in the temple, and it barely enters the throat. ”

"What?" When Liangchen heard this, he was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

Such a high-grade spiritual tea is said to be much worse than the bitter tea that was difficult to eat just now, and it barely entered the throat!

If it weren't for the old monk's life-saving grace and rebirth, he would almost have refuted on the spot.

"Is there something wrong with the tea?"

Liangchen picked up the tea bowl with questions, and sighed carefully, a warm current with a warm mountain breeze came to his face, and a faint spiritual power moistened his throat and nourished his body.

"Master, if you talk about cultivation, I'm not as good as you. But in the tea ceremony, I think I have some experience.

Although my mountain tea is not the best spiritual tea, it is also an exotic high-grade spiritual tea, which is not only sweet in the mouth, but also has an endless aftertaste, but also contains the soul. Why does the master say that this tea is not as good as your mountain tea?" Liangchen couldn't help but ask.

"Tea ceremony, then tell me what a tea ceremony is?" asked the old monk, putting down the tea bowl.

"Calm the mind with tea, Yazhi with tea, and know people with tea. It is for the tea ceremony. Liangchen thought for a moment and replied.

"That's right, then listen to the old man's opinion. With that, he held the tea bowl in his hand again,

"Trust for the earth, cover for the sky, cup for people, the way of tea is the integration of heaven, earth and man, tea is the essence of heaven and earth, but also the taste of life. If the tea is too fragrant, it will not be like life, and if the tea is too sweet, it will not be like an experience. ”

"Therefore, the tea ceremony should taste the hardships of life and the hardships of fate. ”

The old monk's opinion is like a sword going sideways, but it is like a finger of a spiritual rhino, which makes Liangchen's heart shocked!

"And what should a really good tea look like?" he asked.

"The taste of the world is pure joy, and bitterness is sweet in the depths!" the old monk whispered again.

Liangchen seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything, and finally nodded as if he didn't understand.

But at this time, when I tasted the spiritual tea in the bowl again, it seemed that there was something missing, and it was no longer as delicious as before!

An hour later,

The old monk talked with Liangchen for a long time before leading the disciples away.

Although many of the conversations with him seemed to be understood, he felt that he had gained a lot.

There are some words that need to be savored slowly in the future to fully comprehend.

I'm too tired today, so I'll take a break.

He walked to the front of the heart pavilion, and with a gentle push, he saw a small room, a sandalwood hard bed, two wooden stools, and a small wooden table. There is a pair of words hanging in the center, a piece of white paper that is one zhang square, most of it is blank, and there is one word in the center:

"Bitter"!