Early the next morning, Luobei got up very early.

Overnight, it seemed that there was suddenly more spring outside.

The peach tree at the back wall of the temple has many small flower bones, and although it may be a long time before it actually blooms, it does not affect the full meaning.

The flowers on the wall are waiting to be released, and the morning star is embraced.

A night of spring breeze passed, and the ground was stained with dust.

The daily morning service in the temple has not yet begun, and even the senior brother who usually has the habit of getting up early has not been seen, so it is still very quiet outside.

Luo Bei walked out of the meditation room and saw that the temple door was open, so he went out and went down the stone steps to the lake.

The water on the surface of the lake is thick, and the faint cold air is rising.

Standing by the lake and looking into the distance, I found that there was little cooking smoke in the villages near and far, indicating that there were indeed fewer and fewer people.

He couldn't help but think of the people of refugees he encountered along the way to the north, dragging his family with him, and even buying and selling his children.

He wondered what the little girl's decision had come from, because her father had sold her to someone else, but at the last moment, she knelt there again and kowtowed deeply, and although it was parting, tears also fell from her eyes.

"Hey......" Luo Bei sighed deeply.

"I don't know what is going on in this world, why there are so many wars, and is there really a winner in the end of the war?"

Suddenly, he thought of Yue Fei again, and always felt that the person who saw him was not the same as the legendary characters and even the author in the painting collected by Master Qin Muchuan.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, obviously full of pride, but Yue Fei, who really appeared in front of him, has gray temples, and his ambition has not been rewarded.

Suddenly, a drop of rain fell and hit Luo Bei in the face.

He came back to his senses and looked up at the sky, only to see that the clouds were floating in the sky, and they were already getting lower and lower.

Or a heavy rain is coming, Luo Bei looks at the raindrops falling on the lake, even if the sky falls to the mortal world, they will eventually become one, and they can no longer distinguish each other.

"You're still bothered by the events of the past two days, aren't you?"

Luo Bei turned around and saw that the senior brother Guanyun was standing behind him, looking at the lake from afar, carrying two buckets of water in his hands.

All the drinking water in the temple comes from a large well by the lake, so the senior brother will get up early every morning to fetch water and fill the two troughs in the back, which is almost enough for the whole temple for a day.

"Actually, you don't have to ......"

"Although everyone is worried, what to do is not what to do, the days are always passing day by day, and the past will not come back, so ...... Nothing to worry about......"

"Senior brother, do you need me to help you......" Luo Bei also smiled when he heard his words, and then said.

Guanyun smiled happily: "This...... I still don't need to, I do these things every day, I'm used to it, not to mention that if I give you a bucket, the weight between my arms will no longer be even, but it will be more difficult!"

With that, Guanyun carried two buckets full of water and walked up the steps effortlessly.

Luo Bei spread out his hands, thinking about his words, is it really easier to carry water with both arms at the same time than with one arm?

The two of them walked down the stone steps into the temple gate, and by this time most of the monks had already gotten up, coming and going, doing everything, as if yesterday's incident had not happened.

After Guanyun poured the water, he took Luobei to the main hall of the glazed tower.

At this time, although there were many monks outside, there was no one in the main hall, and Luo Bei saw the old gray-clothed figure again.

Dumb is still meticulously cleaning, I don't know if he will feel a little bored if he repeats such a thing every day for decades? Luo Bei couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Senior Brother, is it true that Master Dumb Ran has been repeating the same thing like this every day for many years?" Luo Bei couldn't help but ask.

Guanyun looked at the dumb back, his eyes were a little confused, nodded slightly, and said: "Since I came to the temple, he has been like this every day, I remember that the master also said that before him, the dumb was in the temple, so how many years he has swept the glazed pagoda may not really be known...... Even his old master didn't know that he had become a monk."

"As for the dumbness, everyone got up later, because no one had ever seen him speak, but there was one thing...... Although he is very old, his ears are excellent, and he must be able to hear even the lightest footsteps, which is inferior even to Master and his old man!"

Hearing Guanyun say this, Luo Bei became more curious about dumbness, when he first saw him, he felt that this old man was too old, and he was still doing such things every day, he felt a little unbearable, and he felt unbelievable that he had been sweeping the glazed pagoda for decades.

However, looking at it now, although the old man's movements are slow, his steps are steady and abnormal, even if he moves repeatedly in the tower, he has never touched anywhere, and there is no sign of difficulty, plus what Guanyun said, the old man's ear power is excellent, which shows one point, that is, the dumb self is not ordinary.

Today's Zen Buddhism can be divided into six realms, each of which is divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

Although it was not until more than 100 years ago that the great monk who founded the Infinite Valley was founded, today, even though Zen Buddhism is still divided into many different schools, it has given the definition and definition of these six realms to be recognized.

For more than 100 years, there have been many eminent monks in the world, but almost none of them have reached the last two realms, and it is said that even the founding monks of the Infinite Valley, who were unparalleled in the world in terms of Buddhism and cultivation, have only just reached the middle grade of Nirvana, and have never broken the silence in their lives.

Master Wu'an, the abbot of the Lotus Temple, has been a very perceptive cultivation genius since he was young, and now he is past his prime, and he has only reached the realm of impermanence.

An old man, no family, do not know the years, even if he is not a monk who is not really a monk, do not need to be like them to abide by the rules and precepts to worship the Buddha and chant sutras every day, but from Luobei to the Lotus Temple for a month or two, have never seen the old man out of this glazed pagoda, just with this ability to endure loneliness for decades, it is enough to beat most of the ordained "monks".

"Master Dumb!" Guanyun looked at Luo Bei's eyes and suddenly flashed a gleam, and after a blink, he called softly.

His voice was not loud or sudden, but he turned his head slowly, and when he saw the two people standing in the main hall, a faint smile appeared on his old face.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"I've always wanted to say, you're too old, I'll do these things later,......" said Guanyun, who suddenly stepped forward and reached out to grab the broom in the old man's hand.

The gray monk's robe on his body was suddenly blown by the wind that Guanyun had deceived him, but his body stood still like a mountain, unaffected, and he didn't even seem to notice Guanyun's sudden temptation.

But just when Guanyun's hand was about to touch the broom, the broom suddenly moved back slightly, neither hurried nor slow, neither biased nor leaning, just beyond the range that Guanyun could touch.

The old man moved the broom lightly, still meticulously sweeping the dust on the ground, as if he had not noticed everything Guanyun had done.

The true qi in Guanyun's hand disappeared, he bent down, held the old man's arm, and said, "Master, you have lived in the temple for the longest time, and you may have already transcended the life and death in the world, why don't you just solve the confusion of our senior brothers?"

Dumbfounded, he didn't seem to expect Guanyun to say such a thing after the temptation just now, and after a moment, he smiled faintly, and then shook his head slightly.

He pointed to the statue of the Buddha in the main hall, and then pointed to the largest futon, which was where Master Wu'an was sitting, perhaps telling Guanyun that it was enough to have Master Wu'an in the temple, and that he was just a nameless old man sweeping the tower.

Guanyun took two steps back and folded his hands respectfully, his eyes full of reverence.

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Master Wu'an returned to the temple at dusk that day, and although he still had a kind smile on his face, everyone could see that it was not easy for him to go out this time.

The dirt on his feet was not completely dry, and even the monk's robe was a little inadvertently messy, something that rarely happened to a master.

As soon as the master entered the door, Kill ran directly over and threw himself into his arms.

Master Wu'an smiled while touching the head of the killer and said, "Master has been absent for the past two days, have you listened to your senior brothers to complete your schoolwork?"

Killing looked at the master fixedly, shrunk his neck, and didn't dare to speak.

At this time, Guanyun came over, and after seeing the master, he said, "Little junior brother, he is very well-behaved and has a high understanding!"

"Master...... Has it been a smooth journey?"

Master Wu'an saw at a glance that Guanyun's expression was a little strange, he shook his head slightly, and said: "The four sons of the Jin State Sect have always had a big heart, this time he finally grasped the power and personally led the army to invade the south...... It seems that this war is inevitable......"

"Master......" Although Guanyun had already been mentally prepared, his eyes couldn't help but become a little gloomy when he heard Master say this.

"Guanyun, you have taken all your junior brothers to do the evening class, and then you have something to say to everyone!"

Guanyun still had something to say, but when he saw the master's eyes, he swallowed it back, so he had to lower his head and agree.

Master Wu'an took the hand of the killer and said to Luo Bei: "Come with me to the lake!"

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In the early morning, there was a light rain, but it didn't last long before the sun broke through the clouds again.

The light rain makes the air outside fresher, and the raindrops left between the blades of grass are as clear and natural as the remaining dewdrops.

In the breeze, the dew drops fell and hit the fallen leaves on the ground without making a sound, but the wetness between the fallen leaves dripped.

Walking by the lake, Master Wuyan looked at the undulating lake in the center of the lake and was silent for a long time, so Luo Bei and Kill only followed him and did not speak.

There was also a rare silence in killing, because he could feel that there seemed to be something particularly important in Master's heart to say.

Luo Bei looked at the master's back, and felt that his upright body had become a little old at this moment, and he couldn't help but think that there were not many things that could make the master of Wu'an hesitate for a long time and not be easy to decide.

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