There was no dream all night, and after Yang Ye and the others said goodbye to Master Hui Cong in the hall of the Lin Xun Courtyard, they were each arranged to rest in the wing, but Yang Ye, who was lying on the bed, couldn't sleep. Not to mention that what he asked for in this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple was fruitless, just the words of the Huicong monk made him think a lot.

Yang Ye, who was tossing and turning on the bed without sleep, stared blankly at the moonlight coming in through the window, then got up and walked out of the door, just wanted to go out for a walk, and it was good to blow the cool breeze at night.

Walking quietly, Yang Ye unconsciously walked to the jujube tree in the Lin Xun Courtyard, but what he didn't expect was that the monk Mingxuan was still watering here. The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ming Xuan said softly: "It seems that Master Yang has something on his mind tonight and has no sleep, and he still has leisure to bathe in this moonlight, I don't know if the poor monk can talk to Lord Yang for a moment or two." "Yang Ye has not seen many people since he came to this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, except for the little novice who delivered the meal, it is this Mingxuan monk and the master of Nachen and Huicong, and this Mingxuan monk who has always been smiling and kind, Yang Ye is really close.

Hearing this, Yang Ye folded his hands, bowed slightly, and said: "Master Mingxuan has a heart, and I have nothing to do, but if I can really talk to the master, it is good to talk about the origin of Buddhism." Monk Mingxuan listened to Yang Ye's words, but still smiled, put the scoop in his hand for watering in the bucket, got up and made a gesture with his hand, and pointed to the stone tables, chairs and stools in the courtyard.

Yang Ye also understood, and as soon as he raised his hand to invite, the two of them sat on the stone chair. Monk Mingxuan continued to smile and said softly: "Master Yang doesn't need to be polite, just ask if you want to ask." I don't fight well, I can't compare to Uncle Chen, and I am not proficient in Buddhism, so naturally I am different from Master Huicong. So Lord Yang has no dreams tonight, fortunately we met in this jujube courtyard, what you want to say is straightforward, there is no need to talk about Buddha. ””

Yang Ye seemed to be seen through by the monk Mingxuan, his hands rubbed restlessly on his legs and knees, and said with a smile: "Since Master Mingxuan is so honest, then the juniors are not stubborn, what the juniors want to ask is what Master Huicong said today, but the truth." ”

Ming Xuan seemed to know that Yang Ye would have such a question, and laughed quietly: "If the monks don't speak, they are naturally the truth." When Yang Ye heard this answer, he continued to say calmly: "Master Hui Cong really just wanted to get the news of the ring master, so he exchanged a woman with a secret story in Tsing Yi Lou?" Monk Mingxuan listened to Yang Ye's question, and saw a fallen leaf on the stone table, so he picked it up casually and replied: "It's been a long time ago, and many poor monks don't know the inside story, but I have heard the master say that it was really the Tsing Yi Lou spy who was exchanged for a woman's secret news back then. As for the reason for the change of that person, the poor monk is sure that it must be for my uncle. ”

Yang Ye saw that Monk Mingxuan was talking, and a trace of remembrance flashed in his eyes, so he asked softly: "Master Mingxuan, I wonder if the younger generation can listen to some things about that master of the ring." Monk Mingxuan was interrupted by Yang Ye's question, came back to his senses, and laughed softly: "Why not, what the master said today is that he went down the mountain twice, lost one person and got one, and it was the Tsing Yi Lou spy who got it, and the one who lost it was the poor monk's uncle who had the precept master." If you say that in this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the most unmentioned thing is the unruly uncle of the precept master. Once went down the mountain with his ancestor to seek Zen, but as a result, a word of mercy was useless, and he went to Wushan alone, humanized King Kong, slaughtered the Wushan bandits, and was finally removed from the temple. After that, he entered Shu and became the five evils, until the battle of the Shili Pavilion of Qingcheng Mountain, which was well-known on the rivers and lakes, and since then, there has been no news. ”

Monk Mingxuan said while looking at the fallen leaves in his hand, Yang Ye listened to Monk Mingxuan's words, and thought about it in his heart, and said with his hands: "I have no sleep at night, and I only want to talk a few words when I meet the master, but I don't want to let the master mention something that everyone doesn't want to mention, it's the younger generation who is reckless." When the monk Mingxuan heard Yang Ye's words, his already smiling face smiled even more, and said: "Others don't want to mention it, it doesn't mean that the poor monk doesn't want to mention it, Yang Shizhu is too worried." Not to mention that the Bodhisattva is ruthless, the Buddha is angry, and the sentence of compassion is useless, and if he says it, he will say it. Haha, the night is also deep, so let's say goodbye, and Lord Yang should rest early. ”

When Yang Ye heard this, he was also shocked by the words of this monk Mingxuan, and after being stunned for a while, he still got up and went back to the room. In the room of Master Huicong on the other side, the old man of the wooden sword was holding a pot of wine and looking at him, and said with a smile: "Old monk, the little bald head who grows jujube next to you is a bit interesting, much more than you as an ancestor." By the way, what I came to tell you today, you didn't fool me like that kid. ”

Hui Cong didn't say anything, pinched the rosary in his hand, and said flatly: "Since Lao Qu listened to you and let you go up the mountain, I didn't plan to enjoy the peace of this Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple again." Besides, I still owe that person a shot, after all, I have to go down this Putuo Mountain again, as for the words with you, although it is only half a point, but it is all that the old man can say. ”

When the old man heard this, he just grinned and quipped: "I came to you in the middle of the night to chat, I didn't plan to ask anything, what you told me, I just went back to deal with that unlucky apprentice, not to fight with you." Besides, you deceived that kid today, causing the Buddha's heart to be unstable now, I'm afraid that I will change from losing half a sword to a sword, bullying you, how boring it is. ”

Mu Jian Lao Dao said, looking at the Hui Cong chanting with his eyes closed, he felt bored, so he got up and slipped away, but when he returned to the room, he sneaked into the jujube tree and stole some of them.

Early the next morning, Yang Ye and his party resigned to Master HC, and Master HC also asked the plain-clothed monk Ming Xuan to support him, and sent Yang Ye and them all the way down the mountain gate. Looking at the figure of Yang Ye and his group moving away, the plain-clothed monk Ming Xuan said: "The master not only let them in, but also deceived the truth that the person is still alive, isn't it self-destruction of the Buddha's heart." Hui Cong listened to Ming Xuan's question next to him, and said, "You are practicing the free Zen of the precepts, right?" Ming Xuan heard the words, and responded in a low voice: "It is the free Zen of the uncle of the precept master that is cultivated, but it is ......."

HC looked at the plain-clothed monk beside him, waved his hand to signal to go back, and said with a smile as he walked: "The difference between you is that he had a Buddha in his heart at the beginning, and then he didn't have a Buddha." And you, there is no Buddha in your heart, and you are the Buddha. Ming Xuan, who was following him, listened quietly and didn't say anything, but just happened to see a fallen leaf in the air with the wind, so he reached out to catch it and muttered.

"For decades, Buddhism is at ease, and Zen is listened to by the mountain ghosts. ”