It has been a month since I returned to the Sanqing Temple of Wugu Mountain, and I don't sit on the stone steps of the gate every day to look down the mountain, and occasionally sigh twice. Living in the view, I don't enjoy myself, and I recite the scriptures every day to realize the Tao. In his spare time, he listened to the wind in the forest with Master and fished in the stream.

When there is no rice in the tank, he carries the bamboo basket on his back to Longhu Mountain, where the Taoist priests respect themselves very much, and they all call themselves little uncles. At first, I was not used to it, after all, all the Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain have great skills, some have a book cart in their abdomen, some of them fly like immortals, and some have gossip skills at their fingertips. But when these people see themselves, they have to salute and call "little uncle", they don't understand, they don't know anything, a Taoist priest, how can he be their uncle, but other Taoist priests are called, and they are embarrassed to refuse, so they can only scratch their heads, smile their faces, and then scratch their heads, and return with a sad face. Go back and ask Master: Master, how high is your rank in Longhu Mountain?

Master smiled and didn't speak.

went to Longhu Mountain to ask, but no one dared to answer. Pity yourself for being confused, thinking that you have taken advantage of others.

I don't know my master's Tao name, and my name is Xuantong. Xuantong, Xuantong, and vice versa. So my own road number just can't get through. No, it really doesn't work.

How old is Xuantong now, ask him, he himself has long forgotten. Just looking at his baby-like figure, skin like a dead tree, and sparse hair like autumn grass, it can be seen that he is over 100 years old.

Seeing that he couldn't get through and was distracted by one person, Xuantong walked behind his hands and walked to the side of him, even so, it was higher than the difference in sitting.

"What are you looking at?" asked Xuantong with a smile.

"Thinking about people. "No, I never tell a lie.

Xuantong laughed a few times: "It's a girl?"

"Hmm. ”

"How old are you, have you ever been married, who is your surname, and where does your family live?"

Butong sighed: "I don't know." ”

Xuantong couldn't figure out his head: "Evil barrier, since you like other girls, why don't you ask clearly? Do you have to wait for other girls to take the initiative to tell you?"

Butong covered his head and looked aggrieved: "I want to too." But when I saw her, although I had something to say, I was speechless. I can only be secretly anxious. ”

"Alas, I don't practice enough. ”

"Master, what does this have to do with cultivation?"

Xuantong glared: "If the teacher says that there is a relationship, it means that there is a relationship." ”

Butong sighed.

Xuantong pinched his eyebrows that fell to his chin: "It's not your master, I'm bragging, I think back then, when your master and I were weak, I was heroic, wearing a Taoist robe with floating cloud sleeves, and a long sword on my back like a fairy." Every time you enter a town, there are girls who fall in love, and every time you pass a city, there are beautiful women who throw themselves into their arms. It's really a romantic peach blossom forest, and the leaves don't stick to your body. ”

If you don't know it, you know that your master is going to start bragging, this kind of thing he has lived in Sanqingguan for so many years, and he has long been used to it. As long as you don't bother, Xuantong can talk for a few hours, if it is about the ability to brag, Xuantong must be a master. But there is also a way to deal with it, that is, let Xuantong have a good time, otherwise, it will inevitably be nagged.

Listening to Xuantong's boastful talk, I miss Luoqing more and more. He knew that he liked Luoqing, but he didn't know why he liked it. It's like it at first sight, as the book says, I fell in love at first sight, and I thought about it like crazy. When he was on the mountain, he didn't see any girls, and he didn't think about the love of his children, and when he was down the mountain, he didn't think about the love of children all over the world. But when I met her, I was moved.

But Luo Qing seems to like Taoism, and he doesn't have any mustard. Luo Qing doesn't talk to himself much, and he doesn't feel sad. The idea is very simple, that is, to be able to watch the sunset day by day, and there is nothing else to think about. As long as I can see her, my heart is at ease.

Unlike now, I have no intention of doing anything else, so I can only sit here and lament every day.

Xuantong finally said that he couldn't make sense, although he didn't understand it now, he smiled even more: "Apprentice, how much do you like that girl?"

"Master, I traveled down the mountain this time, in the temple, I listened to an old Zen master talk about Zen, when talking about the lust in the seven emotions and six desires, the old Zen master said a passage of "Stone Bridge Zen", Ananda said to the Buddha: I like a woman. The Buddha asked Ananda, "How much do you like this woman?" Ananda said, "I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, and I would like to be blown by the wind for 500 years, the sun for 500 years, and the rain for 500 years, just begging her to walk across this bridge." How much did Ananda like that woman? He couldn't tell, but he fell in love at first sight, fell in love for a lifetime, went through thousands of years of creation, and was willing to suffer from love calamities, just for a quick glimpse. ”

"It's really a good story, Buddhism has their own cleverness, our old ancestor can't write such a thing, no wonder the Taoist temple is so deserted now. Xuantong sighed.

No matter what Xuantong said, he continued: "The old Zen master said that Ananda is a Venerable One, a Buddha with great wisdom, who is 'sentient' but 'desireless'. And mortal 'love' comes from the heart, and 'desire' accompanies it. In fact, there is another part of this story, which is about a woman, who is a naked mortal. The Buddha promised her to incarnate in Shiqiao for five hundred years, but she could see the man she liked again, the woman was dissatisfied, but she wanted to touch him, and turned into a big tree, although the man was under her to enjoy the shade, she touched the man, but the millennium consumed all her enthusiasm, the Buddha asked her if she still wanted to be the man's wife, if so, then she would have to practice for five hundred years, but the woman calmly interrupted the Buddha. Master, I want to be Ananda, not the woman. ”

Xuantong didn't speak, just squinted and smiled.

From the bottom of the mountain came a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, named Songzhao. He pulled his trouser legs, carried a large vat behind him, saw Xuantong, half-squatted body, jumped slightly, and jumped in front of Xuantong from more than 100 zhang away.

"Is the ancestor okay?" Songzhao put the large vat behind him on the ground, which was full of white rice.

"Good. Xuantong nodded.

"Uncle Xiao has figured it out these days?" Song Zhao looked at the incomprehensible, uncomprehensible, and shook his head. Song Zhao laughed: "Don't worry, think slowly, if you think about it at once, you don't understand it." ”

"Well, I just have to trouble you to bring rice and noodles to the mountain. Originally, this was my life. ”

"Uncle Xiao is not more than self-blame, this is all a trivial matter. I've heard one thing though. ”

"What's the matter?" asked Songzhao.

"I'll move the rice in first. Songzhao lifted the vat with one hand and sent it into the Taoist temple. Then he clapped his hands and said to Butong: "A few days ago, a martial artist came to the temple and told some anecdotes in the rivers and lakes. One of them is that there was an assassin in the Yama Temple, who fought five Yamas by himself on the top of the cliff, and after killing four of them, he actually committed suicide by jumping off the cliff. ”

"It's those who fight and kill, these people, they don't know what it means to be safe. Xuantong was quite disdainful.

Matsuru continued: "Actually, it's nothing. This kind of thing is all too common in the rivers and lakes. It's just that the assassin is only in the Vajra realm, and the four Yamas are the real three yellow courts and one finger Xuan. ”

Xuantong pinched his eyebrows, and then asked, "There are such strange things, what is the name of the assassin?"

"Thirteen. ”

As soon as Songzhao's words fell, the originally listless Butong slowly stood up and glanced at Xuantong: "Master, I want to practice martial arts." "Every step he takes, he has the potential to swallow mountains and rivers.

When you can't walk into the Taoist temple.

Song Zhao scratched his head: "Master, don't you just tell Uncle Xiaoshi? ”

"What do you know, go back to your Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Xuantong waved his hand.

Song Zhao smiled and left Sanqingguan.

Xuantong sat on the steps he was sitting on just now, and said in a low voice, "The stupid apprentice has finally opened his mind. But it's ordinary, your junior brother has opened his mind, why can't you think about it? Wouldn't it be good to bring my apprentice grandson back to accompany him as a teacher? Alas, obsessive, if you know the child's current situation today, how should you blame yourself? ”