There is more than one scripture pavilion, all of which are built on the island in the middle of the lake in Mingxin Lake in the back mountain.

Compared with the strict defense of the back buildings, the first three buildings are only a few little monks who come in every day to clean up, and there is no defensive force in the open and dark places.

At most, there are some fireproof scriptures inscribed in the attic.

Of course, the reason for this lack of attention is that the collection in the first three attics is just simple Buddhist scriptures and various copied commentaries.

Those ancient books, unique books, and practice books used for practice, as well as various materials related to the cultivation world, are hidden in a few attics in the back, guarded by the senior monks of the elders' house.

For example, the scriptures are mixed with divine skills, or the Buddhist scriptures imply that there is a small probability of practicing the truth, which has been completely ruled out as early as when the monk lived to be one hundred and thirty years old.

After all, there is a miscellaneous monk in the temple who does not know how to practice can live for so long, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit abnormal, and those monks in Jutong Temple are not fools, so they naturally know to investigate.

Later, it turned out that the monk was indeed an ordinary person who had no cultivation at all. And the scriptures in these three scripture buildings, after each volume is read word by word, there is no difference in the slightest.

Up to now, everyone thinks that this monk should have been blessed by the Bodhisattva because of his sincerity to the Buddha, so he could live for so long.

When Chu He stepped into the No. 1 Jing Building, he pushed the door and entered, and the smell of fresh ink came to his face.

Most of the newly copied scriptures in this scripture building may not be very good in ink. Therefore, the ink in many scriptures has not yet dried completely, and is drying by the window.

A few old monks, who were a little older, were concentrating on drying books, and they were not distracted at all when Chu He came in.

Judging from their appearance alone, each of these old monks has loose skin, yellow eyes, and almost all of their teeth have lost their essence, and it is really impossible to distinguish which of them is a monk.

"It's the junior brother of Luohan Hall! Uncle Wuliang has already greeted me, and from today onwards, you will be copying books here. This place not only has a good view, you can see the scenery of Mingxin Lake, but also the lighting is good... A young monk with a bright smile suddenly appeared in front of Chu He, and then said to Chu He to himself.

And the focus of Chu He's obedience was completely only on those two words, and the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart rose again.

Knock knock!

The wooden fish rang twice from upstairs.

This voice was very flat, without the slightest trace of true yuan, but for some reason, when he heard the sound of the wooden fish, the distracting thoughts in Chu He's heart suddenly dissipated, and the depression brought by the Dharma name of Jielu was like ice and snow under the sun, which suddenly melted in an instant.

Chu He raised his head.

The young monk smiled and said, "Isn't it amazing? Everyone said that his hand was opened by the Buddha. ”

The young monk didn't know how to do it, but Chu He did.

Where is this what has been opened.

This is clearly because the monk has cultivated the power of his mind to a certain extent, and he has been able to use the peace in his heart to infect external objects, so as to spread this peace.

This is not an ordinary cultivation of true qi and true yuan, this is a kind of great enlightenment that simply penetrates into the soul, and what is needed is the continuous transformation of one's own soul, which cannot be guided and replaced by any exercises.

Chu He unconsciously walked up the wooden ladder upstairs.

At the end of the bookshelf on the second floor, a blank piece of paper was posted on the wall, and an old monk with a yellow face but no beard, wearing a gray monk's robe, sat there, the wooden hammer in his hand, beating unevenly on the wooden fish, as if he was doing morning class, and as if he was old and sleepy, dozing off.

This is different from the image that Chu He imagined before.

"I didn't have a beard! I thought that the senior monks were all old men with gray beards and sagging eyebrows!" As a 'child', of course, he had something to say, and there was no need to be taboo.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the old monk pulled his eyelids, he was too old, and the old man was very difficult to speak.

"Isn't the hair a troublesome thread, and the beard that grows on the face? The old monk's mouth was not so clear, but Chu He still heard the words.

Chu He was stunned for a moment, but this was a bit flavorful, so he asked along the way: "Is a master like the master also troubled?"

The old monk said: "I am also a human being, and if I am a human being, I have troubles. ”

"What is the master's trouble?" Chu He continued to ask curiously.

The old monk's eyes opened a little more: "When will you die, can you still live?" ”

"Uh... Chu He thought that Master Xingdian's troubles would be more high-end and atmospheric, but he didn't expect that his troubles were basically everyone's troubles. Especially the elderly, I am afraid that I am thinking about this question all the time.

"Then why doesn't the master practice?" Chu He asked why the monk Xingdian didn't practice the true qi and practice the true yuan. Although he is a miscellaneous monk, he has lived for so long and has a certain special status in the temple. If he wants to practice, the monks in the temple must also be willing to fulfill it.

The monk sighed and said: "I am old! I can't learn, I forget the next sentence after learning the previous sentence, and I forget the back after learning the front." After a meal, I forgot all about it. ”

The sound of the wooden fish beating was still ringing.

Comprehend it carefully, but you can feel that the peace is still there.

The monk in front of him, he said he was worried about death, but he was so calm. He seemed to be complaining that he couldn't practice, but he still didn't make waves.

Is it the realm of 'not being happy with things, not being sad with yourself'?

Chu He sincerely admired it.

There are some things that everyone can say, but they may not always be able to do.

Regardless of whether the old monk in front of him has cultivated or not, his state of mind is admirable after all.

Chu He's gaze swept away, pressed the white wall behind the old monk, and suddenly asked, "Master, why is the wall behind you white? There are neither Buddha statues nor Buddhist scriptures. ”

The old monk grinned, his teeth had fallen out, but it was not ugly to laugh.

"Am I not sitting here?"

"Do you think you are a Buddha?" Chu He was startled, and suddenly felt that the monk in front of him might not be called wrong, and he was really a little crazy.

"Why am I not?" asked the monk rhetorically.

Chu He sighed, it turned out to be a delusional person!

Whether it is an immortal or a Buddha, it is not only a kind of ideological enlightenment and transcendence, but also a sublimation of the body, strength, and the whole state.

Some monks read too many Buddhist scriptures and think that they are Buddhas, or even that everyone is a Buddha, because everyone has Buddha nature. Although the words sound domineering, they are like an attic in the sky, looking beautiful, but without foundation.

It's okay to fool the layman, but when you talk to a true practitioner, it's to make people laugh off their big teeth.