The yellow-robed monk had a face as black as an ink fountain before, and he would laugh again, crazy, and completely suffering from madness, but the sparrow the size of a goose egg didn't know whether the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, or if it had long been accustomed to it, no matter how the monk laughed and danced, he stopped in the palm of his hand to peck the grain.

The shadows of the trees were sufficient, the grains were pecked at all by one, the sparrows flapped their wings and were still unsatisfied, and the things flew heavily to the bright skull like a braised egg, chirping a few times, as if thanking and bothering the monk, and finally flew back to the leafy bushes with joy.

The yellow-robed monk smiled slightly, shook his hand, patted off the remaining grain residues in his palm, inserted his hands into his sleeves idly, and looked up at the canopy of the tree to find the trace of the sparrow.

Like an oil-paper umbrella like a huge canopy, layer upon layer, between the canopy and the canopy, birds and birds come and go, occasionally there are one or two pieces of dead leaves that smell the autumn drifting, you can hear the gurgling sound of water flowing in the forest, but there is no stream flowing through, but the flowers everywhere are swaying, the varieties are not divided into spring and autumn and four seasons, including the north and south, all-encompassing, just like a scene of the pure land outside the world.

The monk had nothing to do, picked up a piece of orchid petals that were blown to his feet by the wind and brought it to his nose, sniffed and tasted it, and looked intoxicated.

"Seniors... After a long silence, the young man spoke.

The yellow-robed monk who was indulging in the fragrance of orchids probably felt that he had lost face by touching his nose, so he turned around intentionally or unintentionally, pretending not to hear the young man's words.

"I have something I want to ask my seniors. Bai Yun said.

The yellow-robed monk is the widow who can't stand the loneliness: "Say." ”

"I met my predecessor Pingshui, but why did my predecessor come to the rescue?" Bai Yun asked straight to the point.

"If the old man said that it was because of those copper plates outside your Zifeng Tower, would you believe it or not?" The yellow-robed monk did not laugh for the first time, but looked calm.

Bai Yun was not a seven or eight-year-old child, and shook his head in reply.

"That monk should be compassionate for the Buddha's light and universality, and you kid won't believe such ridiculous nonsense, right?" The monk let go of his palm and let the orchid petals slip between his fingers.

Bai Yun didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't speak for a while.

It is said that the Zen monks in the temple have seen through the red dust and let go of the seven emotions and six desires, the great Buddha of compassion and universality. But in addition to the bald head and the yellow robe, the yellow-robed monk in front of him drinks and eats meat and likes women, and he really can't see where he looks like a pure monk with six roots.

"What's the matter? Do you think the old man is right?"

The yellow-robed monk pointed to the crown of the tree again, and said: "Look, just like the forest above this head, it's big, there are all kinds of birds, this river and lake are not the same truth, the north worships the Tao, the south worships the Buddha, the big temples and small temples south of the Yangtze River have sprung up, there are thousands of people who pray to God and worship Buddha, and no one wants to mix in the things that are not earned, but which are the real Buddhas and which are the false gods, you can tell clearly? You can try to go to a temple casually, find a monk to ask him for some sesame oil money as travel expenses, you see he is reluctant, those eight calves say that compassion is for all sentient beings, in fact, their mouths are muddy with oil, isn't it just thinking about those sesame oil money, Amitabha Buddha in front of people, and drinking and eating meat after people. ”

The monk said, "Have you ever seen a person who likes to smear mud on his body when he has nothing to do? Monks are also mortals, and of course they are no exception!"

"There must be only one old man in the world who can do such a boring thing. The monk shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

The crazy yellow-robed monk is such a sharp-eyed person, he penetrated Bai Yun's inner thoughts at a glance, and his expression was narrowed, and he suddenly realized a thought-provoking Zen principle: "According to the old man, this Buddha is like a big tree in front of the court, with thousands of branches and leaves, not leaving its roots, and there is a Buddha in his heart that is called a Buddha." ”

For some reason, Bai Yun remembered the gray-clothed old monk for no reason, and said that when a person is about to die, he will see the person or thing he most longs to see in this life, and when his life was hanging by a thread in the suburbs of Xiangyang, he did see the figure of the gray-clothed monk, so far and so close.

Bai Yun was in a trance, muttering to himself, "Master." ”

"Huh?" This time, the yellow-robed monk looked surprised: "Who do you call Master?"

Bai Yun came back to his senses, his face was a little lost, and he replied, "It's nothing." ”

The yellow-robed monk seemed to know the ability to read people's minds, and said with a smile: "You have the atmosphere of the Buddha's fetus Dao root in the sea of qi, and you feel that before you worshiped in the bun, you were half a Buddhist lay disciple?"

"Eh! That's a coincidence, Lao Qu is also a monk!" The yellow-robed monk was overjoyed, and flickered again: "I think Lao Qu has never met an opponent for decades, but there is just one less apprentice to take over the mantle, in fact, what Lao Qu said outside Zifeng Tower is, where can you be regarded as a bone surprise, the root bone is excellent, but everything has to be a coincidence, Lao Qu saw you at first sight is still a good eye, or you worship Lao Qu as a teacher, Lao Qu will teach you what he has learned all his life, and it is much better than you wandering around on the Bunxia Mountain, isn't it?" ”

Bai Yun remembered that outside the Zifeng Tower, this yellow-robed monk had praised his talent, but this time he changed his tone, so he smiled bitterly and said: "I am now a waste person who has fallen to the bottom of the pseudo-realm, Wu Lu is probably the end, how can he be the apprentice of the previous generation, not to mention that I worshiped under the Bun Xia, Bun Xia is as kind to me as a mountain, Bai Yun is born as a person of Bun Xia and died as a ghost of Bun Xia, how can there be a reason to deviate from the teacher." ”

"The jade is not cut into a tool, how can young people become big without some wind and waves, if they encounter a small setback, they will be confident and will not move forward, the old man advises you to return to Jixia Mountain as soon as possible, and be a sweeping Taoist to eat until you are old. The yellow-robed monk sneered without a good face: "It's just that he fell into the pseudo-realm, what a big deal?

"Seniors, you don't know, I am stupid, the foundation is unstable, but after going to the Hair Xia Mountain, I began to practice the inner strength of the mind, that will be eleven years old, I have long missed the best age to practice martial arts, just to enter the realm of heaven It took several years, and I finally found the opportunity to step into the string realm, but unexpectedly was beaten into the pseudo realm. Bai Yun sighed heavily, his eyes were blank: "Falling into the pseudo-realm is like falling into a bottomless cliff, and it is more difficult to climb out of the pseudo-realm than to jump into the realm." ”

The yellow-robed monk coughed dryly a few times, and said solemnly: "Boy, do you know at what age Lao Qu started practicing martial arts?"

Bai Yun didn't know the meaning of the monk's words, and shook his head in reply.

"Thirty-one!" the yellow-robed monk said lightly.

After Bai Yun heard this, his expression was a little incredulous.

"The old man is seventy-one this year. The monk touched the top of his bare head and said.

"Since practicing martial arts, Lao Wei has fallen into the pseudo realm three times. The yellow-robed monk paused and continued.

When talking about the past, the yellow-robed monk's eyes were fluctuating.

Bai Yun's heart inexplicably gave birth to a sense of respect, the monk said that he only started to practice martial arts at the age of thirty-one, six years later than the rumored Lian Wansheng who turned into a Confucian saint overnight, and three times he fell into the pseudo-realm, how did he come over?

"Come with the old man. The yellow-robed monk spread out his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked towards the depths of this pure land outside the world.

The boy's gaze was sluggish, and this dense forest with noisy bird sounds was actually extraordinarily quiet.

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After three days and three nights of sleep, the woman in white finally woke up, her already cold face was a little less bloody and a little more pale, she sat up slowly, and was surprised to find herself in a luxuriously decorated room, pearl curtains, nanmu tables and chairs, and a set of clean white clothes.

Zhang Yuruo moved his body and put his feet out of the bed, wanting to get out of bed to find out, but suddenly felt dizzy and stuffy, holding the bed frame with one hand and covering his chest with the other, the fiery pain scorched his internal organs.

When Chang Chang, a jade ornament hanging on the bed frame fell to the ground and broke into two halves.

A moment later, the door opened abruptly, and a plain-robed boy hurried into the room with a bowl of soup and medicine.

"Miss Yuruo, are you okay?" the plain-robed boy walked quickly to the bed.

After calming down his breath a little, the pain receded like a tide, Zhang Yuruo raised his head slightly, and said in astonishment: "It's you?"

"Where is this?" Zhang Yuruo was about to get up again.

"This is Zifeng Tower. The face of the plain-robed boy changed greatly, and he hurriedly stopped: "Miss Yuruo, you must not get out of bed." ”

"Why?" Zhang Yuruo said.

"In the suburbs of Xiangyang, you were poisoned by the white snake Ji, and your injuries were shady, although you used your internal force to force out seventy percent of the poison, but you forcibly broke through the realm and let the remaining three percent of the poison penetrate into the internal organs, fortunately, if the rain girl your meridians are stable, the poison has not penetrated into the heart, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable, but if you can't detoxify in time, you will still have to worry about your life. ”

The boy in the plain robe put the medicine on the Nanmu table, took out a small box from his sleeve, and said: "My family is in the calligraphy and painting business in the capital area, and often deals with the Western Regions. ”

"But the doctor said that before the residual poison is cut off, you must carefully condition your body, and you can't land within seven days, in case you don't recuperate well and get involved in the cold qi, it will pull down the root of the disease. The plain-robed boy said worriedly.

"What about Baiyun?" asked Zhang Yuruo with a few coughs.

After hearing Zhang Yuruo's cough, the prince in the plain robe hurriedly brought the decoction that conditioned his body to Zhang Yuruo, and said: "You were injured and fainted in that battle, and Baiyun fell into the pseudo-realm, but fortunately, an old-timer came to the rescue in time to resolve the dangerous situation, and then the old-timer took him away again." ”

"Senior?" Zhang Yuruo didn't take the potion, and his pale face was filled with deep worry and anxiety.

"Miss Yuruo, you don't have to worry, that senior is a monk in Xiangyang City, since he is willing to help the two of you, he is probably going to do the good deed of sending the Buddha to the West Heaven and guide Baiyun out of the pseudo-realm. ”

Monk? Zhang Yuruo was puzzled: "But is it a yellow-robed monk?"

"Yes, it's a yellow-robed monk, and he also said that after seven days, Baiyun will come back safe and sound. The plain-robed boy said.

Although Zhang Yuruo fainted at that time, she vaguely remembered hearing a familiar laughter, and said in her heart: "Could it be that the yellow-robed monk who drinks and eats meat?"