Three points of snow?

Boiled seven-point tea?

Look at this realm, drinking tea has drunk life insights.

Huaizang quietly finished a cup of tea, then sighed again, got up and walked out of the meditation room. Standing at the door, there was snow falling in front of him, and he subconsciously avoided it, but he didn't let the snow fall into the house.

"Is it compassion for Tzu Chi to save the world?"

"Or listen to the wind and boil the snow ginseng to Zen and enlighten the Tao?"

Two options.

Huaizang is very distressed.

"On a snowy night, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils to remove redness. "These words were spoken by the Master of the Hidden Master.

Hundreds of guests came to the temple! But where is the tea in the temple enough to drink!

The question is simple.

The choice is hard.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain came to the mountain to escape the world, praying for the mercy of Tzu Chi Temple, opening the mountain gate for everyone to enter the temple and hide.

The war has begun, and after entering the world, it will be difficult to come up with it again, and it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Huaizang felt that he still had to think again and participate in it. The snow, facing the wind, swept into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the candles in the hall were swaying and fluttering, and more than a dozen small novices were chanting Buddhist scriptures at night.

Usually he is extremely stubborn, how can he open his mind tonight? Look at the ridged ears, not listening to the movement outside the door.

Holding his hands in his arms, he stood quietly in the main hall, staring at the Buddha statue, hoping that the Buddha could give him some enlightenment. After half a ring, this Buddha statue really gave him a revelation, and the three Buddha statues, all of which had a string of scarlet blood and tears from the corners of their eyes, seemed to indicate some bad signs.

"The Buddha shed blood and tears!"

Huaizang's face was extremely cold all of a sudden, and the hand he picked up, quickly fluctuated the Buddha beads in his palm, and finally sighed deeply.

After half a stick of incense.

Tzu Chi Monastery issued an edict to the monks of the temple: "From today onwards, Tzu Chi Monastery will close the mountain and no longer welcome guests, and no one will be allowed to enter the temple or leave the temple." All Tzu Chi Monastery disciples are in retreat and devote themselves to Buddhist practice, and Tzu Chi will no longer participate in any spiritual or secular disputes and matters before the ban is lifted. ”

This is the strictest ban on Tzu Chi Temple.

No one is allowed to disobey him.

You can't even hide yourself.

Huaizang said to himself: "I don't know if this mountain can avoid this disaster, the war is a war between countries, what does it have to do with our Buddhist cultivation!"

The Buddha's edict was issued.

Soon.

There was a knock at the entrance gate at the outermost part of the temple, and the sound changed from intermittent to slamming on the door, getting louder and louder.

The people who smashed the door were all villagers near Zen Mountain, who had been supporting the temple for generations, and they believed in the Buddha in their hearts wholeheartedly.

They were sure: "This is the refuge, this is the paradise, the place to stay." ”

And then.

Their conviction was shattered and shattered into slag......

Ning Shi was actually not very sure all the time, but Lu Yan was very sure, so they also came, and then they were very embarrassed, in Ye Qingniao's words: "Miss Ben is tired like a dog, this broken temple, can't even open the door?"

Buddhism attaches the most importance to cause and effect.

Huaizang didn't want the Tzu Chi Temple to be contaminated with cause and effect, and he didn't want the Tzu Chi Temple to get involved in disputes, so he issued an order to close the mountain, and no one was allowed to enter the mountain or leave the mountain.

In his heart, Tzu Chi Temple's foundation for thousands of years comes first, and supporting the people of the temple is secondary.

His reason is also very sufficient: "You see, the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Treasure Hall have given a warning, don't involve the Buddha in a war that will never recover, the Buddha is the Buddha, and the Buddha needs to be high up and look down on the world." ”

Snow fell all over the mountains.

The order to close the mountain spread quietly, and the people who were 'covered' by snow were cold, and suddenly there was no pillar.

"Why did the merciful master abandon us?"

"This mountain closure order must be fake. ”

"Even if the mountain is closed, we should let us people in first, we have been waiting in front of the mountain gate all day. ”

"Who doesn't wait until dawn until dark? But this door just won't open, what can you do?"

"Tzu Chi Temple must give us an explanation, every year our village gives enough money for incense, and they can't deny it. ”

"Knock on the door, knock on the door together, and smash it if you can't knock. ”

"But, but this is the holy land of Buddhism, and the Buddha is looking at it, it's not good. ”

"Since it's a holy place of Buddhism, why doesn't it protect us? The Buddha should be looking at it! His old man must be asleep, so we have to wake him up." ”

“......”

The Fa does not blame the public, a group of people dare to do what they dare not do on weekdays, and they are not cultivators, they are so bold, a bloody battle can scare the courage. They need someone to protect them, the city has been broken, and the soldiers can't protect everyone's safety, they can only hope for the temple, and hope for these masters with boundless power on weekdays.

Again.

Isn't the Buddha the one who purifies sentient beings and saves suffering?

We don't have to wait for the afterlife, just cross everyone now, save everyone. No matter how bad it is, you have to open the door to give some food and drink, and give a shelter from the wind and snow.

It was dark, and those with dolls among the people had begun to cry, cold and hungry, so it was strange not to cry.

The old people who were trembling on the side also began to sigh for a long time, their eyes were full of confusion, what had not happened in hundreds of years, if they really did, why would they have changed: "I have never lacked the Buddha's fasting meal on the fifteenth day of the first month, and I worship the Buddha and burn incense every other day, which is all a lie?"

Incense money on the dog?

The sky is falling, it's not strange, it's all over the play, everyone just hides.

But the sky of this Buddha can also collapse!

In the dark.

In the wind and snow.

Where are you going?

An old man over half a hundred years old on crutches, laboriously climbed to the front of the mountain gate, and prayed with all his strength: "The master of compassion, please open the door for everyone, I am the deer of Lujiazhai under the mountain, our village promises to live only one night, and leave at dawn, the wind and snow are too big, the weather is too cold, the dolls can't stand it, for the sake of the dolls' face, you can do it." ”

Dead.

The sound of slamming the door was heard far away.

Even Ning Shi at the foot of the mountain could faintly hear it.

Ning Shi's line, there were just six people, Lu Yan carried the bamboo basket containing his sister, walked in the front, and the spring night was 'shameless' and climbed on Ning Shi's back, and continued to recuperate in the name of beauty, but the actual situation was sleepy, lazy, and unwilling to walk by himself.

Ning Shi didn't say anything, he really liked Xiao Chunye, and really regarded Chunye as his sister, and felt sorry for his sister as an elder brother, isn't it a matter of course.

It's just that Ning Shi has a hunch that the injury on the spring night should be about to heal, this little Nizi is afraid that she is pretending to be sick, and she has listened to a lot of stories, and Xiao Nizi has heard the routine, and the more she learns, the better she becomes.