Lin Zhanqing looked at Wang Qingruo, opened his mouth a few times, and still said: "Please, if...... I mean if. Your dad is really unlucky, what are you going to do?"

"Daddy's going to be fine. No matter what, with my Wang Qingruo, the Wang family will always be the four major families of Yanlai City!" Wang Qingruo's eyes were extremely resolute, and he said word by word.

"That Zhao family head looks ...... Why don't you go back to Liuyun Mountain with us for a few days? ”

"If I am a king, I will only stay in Yanlai City. ”

Seeing this, Lin Zhanqing didn't say anything more.

......

The clutch courtyard is located at the junction of Jiangnan and the southwest, and at this time, the head of the clutch courtyard is in charge of things in the heartless hall.

A thin man with gray temples has reached the twilight of his life, and his blood is logically declining. But now, he is constantly scolding.

In front of it, a few people stood respectfully, and they didn't even dare to come out.

"Gui Muwen, that one is out of tune! Our clutch has been completely faceless since then!"

"I don't care if you return to Muwen to die by yourself, why should you catch me as a disciple of the Courtyard!"

"Bully a few juniors, you still have to be shameless! The clutch is to make you embarrassed!"

"Bully the junior! I haven't been bullied yet! I was killed by the junior! The junior of Liuyun Mountain killed me well! If you dare to give me back alive, I will kill it myself!"

"You're a useless person! I really want to be a hero, find a famous faction to pick it yourself! Do you have that ability! I leave the six noble paths of the courtyard, how can I clean up these things that are out of tune and corrupt the ancestors!"

"The ancestors of the clutch courtyard! My Qi Changfeng is too difficult! There is a group of such goods on the stall, what can I do with Qi Changfeng!"

The few people standing in front of them didn't say a word, and their whole bodies kept shaking.

In the fifth month of the lunar calendar, it is the height of summer.

The sun was shining, the heat was blowing, and the air seemed to be steaming.

Cicadas chirp and the grass and trees are fragrant.

A few breezes, but not the slightest coolness.

This situation is exactly that:

In the midst of the change of seasons, it is the height of summer.

There is a reunion in the red dust, and there are empty tears in the world.

At this time, a month has passed since the turmoil in the Wang family.

That night, there was a real explosion in the jade mine, and hundreds of people from the Wang family and the Zhang family were really buried inside.

After several persuasions by Lin Zhanqing, Wang Qingruo still insisted on himself and stayed in Yanlai City. Liuyun's disciples cultivated in the Wang family for half a month, received their remuneration, resigned from the Wang family, and returned to Liuyun Mountain.

And Lin Zhanqing said that he wanted to walk alone.

Of course, Ping Ziyan has no opinion on this. Tong Die wanted to follow, but no one paid attention to her, so she had to give up.

Lin Zhanqing walked leisurely on the official road with one person and one horse. Holding an apple in his hand and nibbling on two bites from time to time. After a few bites, only the pits of the round apple remained. I threw it away, and continued to sit on the horse and move forward unhurriedly.

It was noon, in a bleak wilderness, and a few brick houses were lonely. The brick doors and windows are neat and tidy, as if they were newly built. But it was full of dust, as if no one lived there.

A young man in white took out the key and opened the door. Walk in slowly.

There is a large table in the room with two chairs next to the table. On the wall above the large table, a portrait hangs. A couple sat on a precarious side, a boy of five or six years old in her arms.

But the appearance of the couple in the painting, for some reason, is roughly outlined with only a paintbrush.

The young man in white knelt down in front of the big table. Not a word, just kneeling.

The weather is still so hot, and occasionally there is a slight breeze, and it is just a heat surge.

The sun was slowly setting directly above, and the hot weather finally eased slightly.

The boy remained motionless, still kneeling, from noon to evening.

His clear and handsome face seemed to fluctuate a little. A tear slowly welled up from the corner of the eye, crossed it, and fell to the ground. Shattered into a crystal sparkle.

The young man in white wanted to stand up, but his knees were paralyzed because he knelt for too long. One stumbled and fell to the ground.

Without any emotion, the young man in white slowed down and stood up again.

The young man in white was none other than Liuyun Mountain Lin Zhanqing.

And this room was the first time Lin Zhanqing went down the mountain alone at the age of sixteen. According to the memory in my mind, after many inquiries. It's hard to find, it's been a long time gone, home.

When they found it, the house was already in a dilapidated state. There are almost only a few rotten pieces of wood left. Lin Zhanqing found someone to renovate it, although the style is according to the original, but it has nothing to do with the house of the year, this can only be regarded as a new house.

Close the door and lock it.

Lin Zhanqing left again.

One man and one horse, the figure gradually disappeared into the sunset.

Five hundred miles northeast from Lin Zhanqing's home, there is a Heart Zen Temple. The temple is not large, with a total of more than a dozen rooms and two or three acres of land. The incense is not bad, the abbot of the temple, Cikong Zen Master, goes deep into Buddhism and reaches the world. In the world, there is great wisdom.

In the morning.

Lin Zhanqing stepped on the stone steps to enter the temple and walked through the front hall of Maitreya. Stop in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and ask for three sandalwood sticks to the incense gift place on the side. There were already a few people in front, and Lin Zhanqing was behind. The little novice who was in charge of the relationship was seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Lin Zhanqing. Round head and round brain. The expression is respectful, without any slack and contempt.

At the front is a middle-aged man dressed in gold and silver, throwing down an ingot of silver. The little novice twisted three sticks of sandalwood in his left hand and handed them over respectfully with both hands. Put your hands together and say in your mouth, "Amitabha." ”

Then there was a peasant couple in their forties. didn't throw down a copper plate, scratched his head, and looked a little embarrassed.

Like a novice, he twisted three sticks of sandalwood with his left hand and handed them over respectfully with both hands. Put your hands together and say in your mouth, "Amitabha." ”

Lin Zhanqing stepped forward and put down the five copper plates. Put your hands together and salute. The little novice hurriedly returned the same salute.

He picked up three sticks of sandalwood with his left hand and handed them over respectfully with both hands. Put your hands together and say in your mouth, "Amitabha." ”

After paying homage to the incense, Lin Zhanqing walked towards the teahouse in the courtyard. There was a voice in the meditation room next to it,

"If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, the appearance of people, the appearance of sentient beings, and the appearance of the long-lived, he is not a bodhisattva. ”

What does this mean? In the world's proverb, it means that everyone is treated equally. It doesn't matter what he is, whether he is high or low, beautiful or ugly, disabled, rich or not, warm and cold, good and evil, good and bad. All with an equal heart and no discrimination. Over time, the heart is naturally pure. Melt the void, clear and transparent. Like glass, it is not stained at all. When the opportunity is ripe, I will understand all the truth. In this way, one realizes that there is no difference between the three Buddhas, the only truth, the supreme realm......"

In the teahouse, Lin Zhanqing took the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Donor troubled, are you better?" spoke to a monk with a national face, in his thirties.

Lin Zhanqing didn't speak, he shook his head with a wry smile.

The monk sat down and poured tea for Lin Zhanqing. I poured myself a glass and held it up.

Put down the teacup, sit in the teahouse, and don't speak.

Lin Zhanqing sat the same upright, and didn't speak the same.

At this time, Lin Zhanqing was drinking tea, and the tea hall seemed to have stopped time.

The sun shines in front of the teahouse, revealing a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

After a long time, Lin Zhanqing got up.

The monk only said, "I often come to drink tea when I have time." ”

"Hmm. ”

Lin Zhanqing mumbled in his mouth, but he didn't look back, and went straight out of the Heart Zen Academy.

The monk didn't care, he still sat upright, pouring a cup of tea from time to time.