Wuxu took Guo Min and returned to Xiangguo Temple, avoiding the noisy crowd, and went to the quiet place of the temple, but he did not disturb Master Yuanxin. The two of them walked to a high attic.

Guo Min, who was dressed in a green shirt, raised his head with his hands up, looked at a gilded wooden plaque at the main entrance of the attic, and whispered, "Paiyun Pavilion." He couldn't help but smile and said, "The attic that is only a few feet high, also known as Paiyun?" said that, he immediately raised his step, crossed the threshold, and floated in. Wuxu, who swept the floor by the door, apologized slightly, and walked in.

Wuxu had been accompanied by Jingci before, and had a little tour in Xiangguo Temple, and had wandered in this row of cloud pavilions for some moments, without him, because there were many exquisite paintings and poems on the four walls of this row of cloud pavilions, all of which were fine. Later, when I asked Fang Zhi, it turned out to be Master Yuanxin and others, who were worried about the many disasters and difficulties in Xiangguo Temple, and printed the poems and paintings of the sages of the past dynasties one by one with great mana. Wuxu, I can't help but think of the works of these famous artists in later generations, after years and wars, and finally only left in the classics.

This time, I met Guo Min outside the temple, and saw that Guo Min didn't like the hustle and bustle, so I thought of here.

Guo Min turned around in the small Paiyun Pavilion, walked to a window, looked at it from a distance, and then turned to look at Wuxu, "It's stuffy here, how can there be the joy on the Qiyun Pagoda of the White Horse Temple that day." ”

Wuxu smiled, pointed to the wall with his finger, and said with a smile, "Miss Guo, details, details." Guo Min looked in the direction of Wuxu's finger and read, "In the dwarf theater, one is expensive and one is cheap. The heart knows that it is the same, so there is no resentment. I couldn't help laughing, "It turns out that the master likes Wang Jiefu's poems." ”

Wang Jiefu, Wang Anshi, the prime minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, a famous law changer, is also a great thinker, a writer, and a calligrapher.

Wuxu also read this poem in a low voice, and said with a smile, "The little monk was a literary and artistic young man in his previous life, but all literati and scholars are relatively close. Well, it's not like it in particular. Here, there are many famous works of Xiangguo Temple over the years, and Miss Guo can watch it while looking into the distance and expressing her feelings. ”

Guo Min said, "Guo Min, I have been playing in the East China Sea since I was a child, and I am not familiar with these. Then he took a closer look at the four walls of Paiyun Pavilion, and said with a smile, "Master, get rid of the bald donkeys of the White Horse Temple and come to Kaifeng City again?"

Wuxu clasped his palms together and said, "Miss Guo, but I misunderstood. The little monk stayed in the White Horse Temple for some time because of some things. However, the little monk was very grateful to Miss Guo and the respected teacher, and even rushed all the way over for the sake of the little monk to help. ”

"Hehe, how is the master going to thank him?" Guo Min leaned against the window, held the window lattice, and asked narrowly.

Wuxu replied with a smile, "There are many celebrity masterpieces in this row of cloud pavilions, and the little monk recommends them one by one, so it can be regarded as a thank you, right?"

"These are just the works of some literati and writers in the world, moaning without illness, which can compare to the monks of our generation, attracting the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, eating and drinking, and turning over the river and the sea. ”

Hearing this, Guo Min said this, Wuxu couldn't help but think of Master Yuanxin's conversation last night, and said with a hint of amazement, "It's a pity that the immortal path has no basis, you and I just lived a few more years." ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of Amitabha, and Yuanxin suddenly appeared, walked in from outside the door, and said to Wuxu and Guo Minshi, "Distinguished guests are here, Xiangguo Temple is shining." ”

Wuxu led Guo Min to return the salute and said with a smile, "Master He Lao came forward, I just have a temporary time to play, and then I will leave." ”

Yuanxin clasped his hands and said, "Meeting is fate, it is better for the poor monk to take two distinguished guests and take a tour." With that, his hands spread out slightly, making a handprint, and Wu Xuan and Guo Min suddenly felt that the scene in front of them changed, and they were in a vast palace. Its length is not known to be hundreds of meters, its width is not known to be hundreds of meters, and its height is not known to be hundreds of meters. Above the hall, except for the three statues of the Buddha in the past, present and future, there are only three futons.

This Guo Min was obviously unhappy, and asked, "Great monk, didn't you take us to visit Xiangguo Temple, how did you get to this inexplicable place?"

Yuan Xin sat on the futon, his handprint changed, and a circular light curtain hung down from the zenith in the middle of the Buddha hall, condensed into substance, like the LCD screen around the wall in later generations. The light curtain immediately appears in various scenes of Xiangguoji Temple, and if you enter it with your divine sense, it is like being on the ground, and you can not only hear various sounds, but also smell the aroma of plants and trees, which is really magical. Wuxu and Guo Min looked slowly around this circular light curtain, and unconsciously put their divine consciousness into it.

After entering the light curtain, the Enlightenment Void Divine Consciousness first landed outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, fluttering, surrounded by countless good men and women, holding incense and candles, chanting words in their mouths, ignoring and unaware of the Enlightenment Void; a few people actually passed directly through the body of the Enlightenment Void Divine Consciousness. Wuxu was shocked at first, and then he figured out that the scenes, characters, and even grass and trees in this Xiangguo Temple were the same as himself, in this light curtain, all kinds of images were just projected phantoms, and the so-called dream bubbles were also.

Wuxu understood this, and unconsciously played with his heart, and directly broke into the Daxiong Treasure Hall from the crowd, and sure enough, when he easily passed through the bodies of these people, these people were not aware, and he did not feel pain. Wuxu looked at it for a while, couldn't stand the noise and smoke inside, turned around, and passed through the wall from a mural of an angry King Kong, and came to a side hall on the left side of Xiangguo Temple.

In this side hall, it is enshrined the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo, and the yellow banners on both sides of the Buddha statue that have been smoked to a slight blackening fall in the air, and in the middle of the slightly front is a Buddha table, on which there are incense burners, fruit bowls, and so on. Under the front of the Buddha table, in the middle of three or five futons, there was a woman kneeling, bowing her head and praying.

When Wuxu saw this, he turned around and left. But suddenly hearing this woman, she sobbed in a low voice, "Husband, don't blame the slave family for being ruthless. Woo woo woo . ”

Could it be the murder of her husband?

But I heard the woman say intermittently, "The slave family also knows that it must be the historical book that called someone to burn you alive." But the arms can't twist the thighs, and a peasant woman from the countryside in the slave family can fight them anywhere? I had to take some of their burial money, bury you well, and ask my father-in-law and mother-in-law to see a doctor. ”

It turned out to be another bitter master!

Wu Xuan Shen said in a conscious voice, "The bully historian and others have been punished. ”

The woman, alone in the Buddha hall, suddenly heard Wuxu's words and looked around in horror.

Wuxu paused, and then said, "Now that the matter is over, you don't have to blame yourself for taking the burial money of the wicked. In the future, let's live a good life. After saying that, he drifted away.

Only then did the woman come back to her senses, and she couldn't help but fold her hands together, and said in a loud voice, "The Bodhisattva manifests, the Bodhisattva manifests. ”

Out of the side hall of Wuxu, but the mood is not good, and no longer wander around other side halls, straight towards the backyard of Xiangguo Temple. After a while, I came to a small courtyard, in the courtyard, there is a small lake, and there are several vegetable fields by the monks who grow and eat by themselves. Between the vegetable patch and the small lake, there were a few willow trees. One of them, about eight feet high, was lush and green, with tender green willow branches hanging down, rippling in the wind.

Wuxu looked at it and said to himself, "Is this the place where the flower monk Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willows?" and then smiled, this description of the ancient peasant uprising "Water Margin" was written in the early Ming Dynasty, the author of this book Shi Nai'an is only afraid that he is still in the eastern part of Jiangsu and Zhejiang under Zhang Shicheng's account to counsel military affairs. How could it be that the flower monk Lu Zhishen uprooted the weeping willows?

Wait for Wu to smile and pass by the place where the flower monk Lu Zhishen plucked the weeping willows in the later generations, and looked ahead, the pavilion was shadowy, the bell tower was towering, and the pagodas of high and low were scattered all around. Many monks, in the midst of it, chanted softly or sat cross-legged, and it was very quiet. Wuxu couldn't help but wonder for a while, although Guo Min likes to frolic, he doesn't like places with many people. Why did you come all the way and never meet her?

While drifting, he looked for the depths of the backyard, and suddenly saw a white graceful figure on the right flash, entering an inconspicuous small courtyard, and hurriedly chased after it. Who knows, when he arrived at the door, he didn't pass through the wall, but there was a bang, and Wu Xuan only felt a pain, and the forehead of the body of divine consciousness was blue and red. Wu Xuan rubbed the sore spot and said depressedly, "What kind of place is this? Since it appears in this light curtain, it has set up a prohibition. ”

In this light curtain, his divine sense was limited, he couldn't enter after realizing the void, and he suspected that the person he saw just now was Guo Min, so he stood at the entrance of the courtyard and wandered. Seeing that there was no movement in the courtyard, he was about to leave, but when he heard a creak, a handsome monk walked out and said to Wuxu, "Your Excellency is coming to the Tibetan Heart Courtyard, please enter the courtyard for a while." ”

Wuxu followed the monk into the courtyard, looked at his back, and couldn't help but be stunned, but Shicai made a mistake, and the figure he saw was the back of this handsome and thin monk. Now take a closer look, but with a bit of Buddha Zen elegant, plus its thin figure, but I have my own thoughts, more climbing and attached.

In the courtyard, in a Buddhist hall, several monks, some old and young, sat on the ground, saw Wuxu come in, turned a blind eye, only a faint old monk headed by the old monk, nodded slightly, and asked, "Where did the Venerable driver come from?"

Wuxu saw that there was a bit of mystery here, so he replied, "The little monk Wuxu has come from everywhere." ”

The wrinkled old monk nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and went to meditate.

Wuxu was in the Buddha hall, did it for a while, looked at these monks in a trance, lost interest, and retreated. Out of this Tibetan Heart Courtyard, Wuxu turned around in the backyard again, and returned to the Daxiong Treasure Hall from the other direction, and then to the mountain gate, never met Guo Min, and looked back at the temple undulating and the bell of the Daxiangguo Temple after the sky was insignificant, the divine consciousness from the color film in the air, exited the light curtain, and returned to the body.

Wu Xu's consciousness returned to its place, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Guo Min beside him, still with his eyes closed, standing there, like a jade carving. Yuan Xin, who was a little farther away, also lowered his head and closed his eyes, as if he had entered meditation.

Wuxu walked around the circular light curtain, walked quickly, and saw the people in and out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a woman chanting under the statue of the Bodhisattva Buddha in the earth, and a few birds flying up in the place where the breeze swayed the willows; he looked all over the ten directions of the Daxiangguo Temple, which covers an area of hundreds of acres, and counted thousands of faces, but even Guo Min was never seen.

Looking at the changing picture in front of him steadily, looking at Guo Min, who was only breathless and breathless, Wu Xuan muttered to himself, "Could it be that she has also entered a prohibition?"

That's right

Ten directions of light and ten shadows, a journey and a dream.

In the illusion of separation in an instant, life is scattered like a tent.