"Fill the field with green seedlings,

Look down and see the sky in the water.

A pure heart is Zen,

Regression turns out to be forward. ”

Melodious and somewhat immature chanting passed by, and the hazy feeling of the early morning penetrated through the rubble of the temple.

The main entrance of the temple has just been opened, and there are not many pilgrims who come, and the courtyard is even more empty, only a few small novices squatting on the ground, humming small Zen poems on their mouths, and carrying water at the mouth of the well.

Qingchan Temple is located in Putuo Prefecture, which is also quite famous in this area, and there have been many famous monks in it.

The sound of falling children was heard in the corridor of a side hall, on which two futons were placed, and two monks were seated. The young monk twisted a hand and placed a green lantern in front of him, the body of the lamp was rusty, and the top was carved in the shape of a lotus flower. Opposite the young monk, an old monk in a robe, with long snow-white eyebrows, is the abbot of this Qingchan Temple. At this time, he stared at the chess game with a frown, smiled after a moment, and threw in the towel.

The young monk also smiled, put down the chess pieces and said, "Master, I won another game against you." ”

The old monk snorted lightly and said slowly: "The monks don't seek utilitarianism, Qinglan, your heart is still not very quiet." ”

The young monk smiled, touched his shiny head, and slowly took the pieces on the chessboard back into the small bamboo box. The old monk looked at him, suddenly sighed, and asked, "Do you really want to go?"

The young monk blinked, and was about to speak, when the old monk glared at him, "Monks don't lie. ”

The young monk sighed, touched his head, and said, "I don't think what they're doing is right, so I'd like to ask them." ”

"All the way west, Putuo Prefecture, Lanzhou Prefecture, Niyuan Prefecture, Suiji Prefecture...... Every time you go out, you make people panic, and you are famous in half of southern Xinjiang. ”

The old monk looked at the young monk a little helplessly, and said, "This is the first time you have gone out? The four major Buddhist families are empty, why can't you do it? ”

The young monk smiled and said, "But I think they are wrong, and besides, I don't think I have practiced enough, and I can't be wrong if I walk more in the world." ”

The old monk wanted to say something, but a voice sounded from outside, loud as thunder: "The surname Du, hurry up and play chess with me!"

The old monk's face was full of helplessness, and the young monk held back a smile and said, "Master, the old man called you, you better hurry over." ”

The old monk sighed heavily, and said to the young monk Zhengse: "Green Lantern, this time you will travel to the Western Regions, remember to do more good deeds, and the realm is revealed by what you do on weekdays. ”

The young monk said respectfully, "Please give me a word!"

The old monk nodded and said: "Mountains and rivers are all worlds, and there is Zen everywhere."

The young monk said: "Good. ”

The young monk stood up, dressed in a plain monk's robe, and walked out of the side hall, and saw the little novice outside the courtyard, and smiled and helped them carry a bucket of water.

The old monk stood at the door of the side hall and looked at this scene with a smile.

In a flash of light, a somewhat withered old man appeared beside the old monk, coughed and looked at the young monk as well, and muttered, "The surname is Du, you really feel free to let him go out again and again?"

The old monk didn't look at the withered old man, nodded and said, "Young people should be responsible for themselves, they must have what they want to do, and where there is a will, there is a way." ”

The old man laughed and said, "Isn't this contrary to the Dharma of your monastery?"

The old monk said silently: "Everyone's Zen is different, the realm of the monks is very high and wonderful, in the world, why can't the four are empty?"

"Well, you're so winding around, I can't listen to it. The old man shook his head, "But now the old man has to take another look, whether Chen Xudao's demon obstacle is cleared or not, after all, I owe him such a big favor back then, I can't go wrong." ”

"Chen Zhidao is dead, and the current common name of Qinglan is Chen Daoxuan. The old monk frowned and looked at the withered old man, "You are so idle every day, how did Wangjian Mountain produce such an ancestor as you." ”

"Wrong, there is a difference in cause and effect before and after what you said, there is no old man, where did Wangjian Mountain come from?" The old man was a little proud, "Now my younger brother is guarding the mountain gate, and I am very idle now, but it's a pity that I can't look at Xiao Min Jian......"

The old man was inexplicably a little sad, took out a slender sword tire from his arms, and struck it on the ground hard, without tools, a pair of palms slapped and rubbed on the sword fetus, and there was an amazing sword qi from the sword fetus.

The old monk was not surprised, ignored the chatter of the withered old man, bent down to pick up a fallen leaf, and gently put it in the palm of his hand, "Mindfulness is pure, do not commit demons, like pure water, a leaf flat boat ......"

"Stop playing, hurry up and play chess with me, you stinky chess basket. The old man glared at the old monk, pulled up his sleeves, and dragged the old monk to the outside of the monastery with his thin body.

"You know I'm a stinky chess basket, and you're still looking for me to play chess?" The old monk's two snow-white eyebrows fluttered in the wind, helpless.

The old man stopped and laughed: "Of course, whoever called me is also a stinky chess basket!"

......

The green lantern monk quietly left the monastery and traveled all the way to the west.

A dark shadow came out of the darkness, saw the monk's figure in the distance, and flew in the opposite direction.

"Passed to the Shadow Sect, the green lantern monk Chen Daoxuan came out of the Qingchan Temple......" The black shadow touched out a jade slip, the voice stopped suddenly, a plain monk's robe fluttered in front of him, and the bald monk stood in mid-air, looking at the black shadow with a smile.

"Good, the poor monk has to tell the donor when he goes out, it's really scary. The young monk recited the Buddha's name.

The black shadow was decisive, directly crushed the jade slip, and pounced on the young monk, his breath soared, and the true qi hovered around his side, and there was actually the condensation of the martial arts of the two realms.

The young monk shook his head and waved the green light in his hand.

The black shadow's body suddenly stopped, and countless lotus flowers appeared around him, mixed with his side, forming a peerless lotus picture in the air, and the killing machine was awe-inspiring under the majesty, and the black shadow's body couldn't move an inch, looking at the young monk walking over step by step, he could only roar: "Let me die, shouldn't the monks be merciful?!"

The young monk stopped and replied with a soft smile, "Indeed, a senior monk has said that monks are compassionate and it is their duty to help the common people. ”

The dark shadow looked ecstatic, and the young monk continued, "But this is not my Zen. ”

With that, the young monk turned around and walked out step by step, and the lotus flowers behind him fell to the ground and withered, and as the lotus picture dispersed, the figure of the black shadow also disappeared.

This scene was not seen by the people in the market, and no one was alarmed.

The young monk frowned slightly: "Shadow Sect...... It's a bit tricky. ”

The bald monk subconsciously touched his bald head.