Sakurai Izumi said that he wanted to rest, and he really did it.

Lu Xihua was sitting on a mat, leaning against the shoji (a sliding door made of wood-framed pasted paper) leading to the balcony, holding a cup of after-dinner tea in his hand, and his eyes were on the koi fish in the pond not far away, but there was an unhurried knock on the door outside the guest room.

"Please come in, the door is not locked. ”

The door opened, and in came a young man, very thin and slender, tall among the generally short Japanese. But the point is not his figure, but his dress.

I don't know if this young man is influenced by the black hip-hop culture in the United States, wearing a wide David coat that obviously does not match his figure, and a bunch of dirty braids on his head, which is the kind that is grabbed and combed indiscriminately. There are also some colorful hair accessories on it, I don't know if it's because it has been dyed and permed many times, the hair looks very frizzy, and most of them are split ends.

When Lu Xihua saw this kind of dressed yellow man for the first time, he couldn't help but cast his eyes over, how could there be such a role among the people in charge of reception in the temple?

The relatives explained their intentions, and it turned out that they came in to make beds for the guests.

A Japanese-style bed is easy to make, but you can put a sheet on the mattress, wrap the quilt like a shower cap, cover the four corners, and finally attach a blanket to lay it out.

After this person got Lu Xihua's permission, he immediately took care of himself and was busy in the room, and his hands and feet were unexpectedly very quick. Ordinary people probably have to stare hard to keep up with the operation in his hands.

Lu Xihua had just taken a sip of the after-dinner tea in his hand, and he had already finished everything, and then the person stood outside the door, bent down and said "excuse me", and the person left the door and closed it casually.

Lu Xihua couldn't help but smile, sure enough, people can't look good, I can't imagine that there are such interesting people in Lianhua Dingyuan.

After taking a nap for a while, he was going to walk around the temple to pass the time, but Lu Xihua went out and met the hip-hop young man again under the corridor not far from the corridor.

But this time he was sitting directly on the plank of the corridor, his feet dangling in the air outside the corridor, holding a classic in his hand, facing the courtyard and the cedar forest in the distance, and reading with relish.

Hearing the sound of the door sliding not far away, he looked back and found that it was Lu Xihua, nodded with a smile, and asked, "What do you think of Koyasan?"

"I just arrived at noon today, and I haven't had time to see it yet, but now I want to visit the temple. ”

"Are the guests troubled?"

"Yes, quite a few~"

"Actually, most people who come to Koyasan have their own troubles, but they don't really want to talk about them. It's just that people come here to meet Kobo Daishi in order to seek a sense of comfort and peace in their hearts. There will be many things in life that you want to think through, so when you come here, it is best to walk alone, walk with your heart, and don't have any scruples. ”

Lu Xihua was slightly stunned, this hip-hop colleague looked a little arrogant on the outside, like a flower monk who eats wine and meat, but it is a vulgar thing, but what he said just now is a bit of Zen in it. Then he smiled again, he has been dealing with these bald donkeys for more than a hundred years, this kind of ambiguous and foolish words, they are the best at it, otherwise how to gather a large group of good men and women to donate money and materials.

Because what they cultivate is a heart, and the rest are external objects, and if the heart proves Bodhi, they can become a Buddha, and they really play a good hand.

"You're busy, I'm leaving. Lu Xihua didn't care whether this person was a true Buddha or a fake Buddha.

The Buddha realm and the immortal realm have been broken for billions of years, and at this moment, the great world has been opened, and everyone is competing for this opportunity to become holy, in a vain attempt to create a path of their own before the reorganization of the Heavenly Dao, which can be described as a lot of opportunities and thorns, otherwise why bother to find the remnant soul of this legendary Daomen Great Sage, intending to reshape the Dao Gang.

So regardless of the man's gaze drifting away, the man was slightly stunned, shook his head slightly, lowered his head again, and looked at the scriptures in his hand.

There is a scripture copying hall in the Lianhua Dingyuan, and Lu Xihua plans to go there to have a look.

According to the signs on the road, Lu Xihua found the location of the scripture copying hall.

In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is a simple on the outside, but on the inside is a well-equipped activity center, in addition to copying scriptures, it also provides a place for exchange of various interests such as tea ceremony and flower arrangement.

The hall is spacious, there is nothing inside the Buddha statue, the lighting is soft, and only the sound of the wind and leaves enters the human ear, which makes people feel close.

A mature Japanese woman in her thirties sat quietly at the reception at the entrance, dressed in a way that reminded Lu Xihua of Mie Nakayama who played Hiroko Watanabe in a teenage romance movie "Love Letter" released in Japan five years later.

The same short hair at home with ears, the same fine eyebrows and eyes, and the same gentle style of a woman, people can't help but feel close.

Lu Xihua couldn't help but smile and greeted her.

The essence of Japan's service industry is the ubiquitous meticulousness, and when Lu Xihua checked in, he submitted the information, which naturally indicated that he was a Chinese, so all the service staff of the temple must have received this kind of care.

She is no exception, as soon as she opens her mouth, she greets Lu Xihua in very soft English, although it is inevitable that there is a little Japanese accent in the middle, but it is very easy to understand, it is too rare among Japanese people of this age, and people can't help but secretly praise it.

Maybe there were no visitors in the afternoon, or maybe she was curious about the guests from China on the other side of the ocean.

She put down the work at the reception, led the way in front, took Lu Xihua to the consultation office of the scripture copying hall, communicated with the staff of the consultation office for him, took a copy of the scripture paper, and led Lu Xihua to the scripture copying room.

The scripture copying room is divided into small rooms, each with four tables, and the walls are filled with Buddhist scriptures one by one.

There was already a person in the scripture room, and she cautiously exited, apologized to Lu Xihua, and then whispered outside the scripture copying room how to complete the whole process.

After that, she led Lu Xihua into the Japanese room, she carefully taught him how to clean his hands with incense powder, how to salute the statue of Master Kukai at the front of the scripture copying room, and then very carefully selected a smooth water pen in the pen case and handed it to Lu Xihua.

The whole process, elegant, kind, she herself exudes a wonderful affinity, which makes people unconsciously feel at ease, which is a kind of maternal breath, which makes people's hearts like babies are comforted.

At this time, another strange guest in the scripture copying room had left, and there were only two left, Lu Xihua smiled and whispered that he wanted to use a brush to copy, which attracted the woman's surprise and curiosity, and after apologizing in a whisper, she immediately took the corresponding things.

At this point, Lu Xihua had to admire the cleverness of Japan, and they were ahead of the curve in inheriting the Chinese civilization, and one in every five Japanese practiced brush calligraphy, so they invented a portable brush that could use industrial ink.

Many high-ranking Japanese companies use this easy-to-carry soft brush instead of a fountain pen for their signatures, which in their view is the official name.

The soft brush does not need money, but the paper for writing the brush is not good, and a special scripture post is needed, which needs to be charged.

The woman whispered the price of the blank prayer slip, and after obtaining Lu Xihua's consent, she took the bill and returned to the consultation desk to bring a palm-sized blank prayer slip covered with a cow yellow skin.

The scriptures are in the form of traditional Chinese ancient folds, with blank spaces on the cover and blank inside, a total of three stacks, which can be written in different lengths according to the wishes of the writer.

The woman curiously offered to stay by Lu Xihua's side and watch him write, and Lu Xihua smiled and nodded in agreement.

Spread out the sutra completely, the blank space inside is only a foot long, unscrew the cap of the soft brush, and after a slight contemplation, the pen is dropped.

Women originally thought that Lu Xihua would brew for some time, and even practice a few strokes on straw paper in advance to try the suitability of the soft brush, and then put pen to paper. But who knew that this young man from Huaxia was slightly late, and he put down his pen, and suddenly became curious, poked his head, and looked at the paper with his white neck at the back of his neck.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

There are three folds of the scriptures, and there are six blank pages. Lu Xihua wrote only five words from top to bottom on each page, occupying four pages, and the remaining two pages were blank, leaving one end and one end.

"It is written in the Diamond Sutra~" It stands to reason that the scriptures should have a title, and the women's hearts quietly praise that this word is written extremely sharply, and every stroke on it seems to be active, to drill into people's hearts, at a glance, it is like a thunder in the sky falling, leaving traces on the paper, which is really unforgettable, and falls into it for a while.

The woman waited for Lu Xihua to write the inscription, but when she came back to her senses, she saw that the young man had already put on the cap of the pen and put it aside, and immediately reminded her.

"The words of the guests are so well written. But why don't you leave the money in the name and hand it over to our temple? Only 500 yuan is needed. If you need to send it to Okunoin for worship, it will cost 2,000 yuan. ”

Lu Xihua shook his head, "They can't afford to worship this word." Today's thing is my whim, it is related to you, if you like it, just take it and see it, if you don't like it, just throw it away. After saying this, he said no more, and turned to leave.

"Nice to meet you!" the woman suddenly shouted out a laborious Chinese sentence behind Lu Xihua's back.

Lu Xihua's figure paused slightly, then walked again, raised his hand and waved, "Thank you for your hospitality, I'm also very happy to meet you!"

"What a strange person~" The woman looked at Lu Xihua in the distance, thinking in her heart, but there was no complaint in her mouth. She has been working here for a long time, and she has seen thousands of guests copying scriptures coming and going, but none of them are so impressed.

I just don't know why he didn't write the inscription? The woman thought about it again and again, and finally was reluctant to throw away this nameless scripture, since the guest said no, then take it yourself, take it home, let the children in elementary school see more, copy it, maybe in the future can write such beautiful words.

The woman carefully took the prayer slip into her arms, cleaned up the desk again, and left.

Lu Xihua walked around the temple, wanted to go out of the temple, but saw that there was already a pair of monks on the street, shuttling back and forth, turning around and asking the monk at the workshop, only then did he know that something happened in Koyasan, some areas were blocked, and they could not go to visit, and during the evening class, there would be a master in the temple to explain to the guests.

So, Lu Xihua returned to his room and waited quietly for the evening to come.