It was already early afternoon, and the front of the dining room was still bareheaded.

Zhao Wu'an stood behind and watched for a while, until Uncle Hongning squeezed out of the crowd and pulled him up and squeezed him in, and Zhao Wu'an reluctantly dragged a big box from the monk pile into the dining room.

Although there were many people at the door, the monks in the hall were sparse and sparse, and they even looked a little deserted. Five monks dressed in tattered robes sat at the long table, sipping tea, not feeling the slightest discomfort from the noise of the outside world, and even swallowing in unison.

Zhao Wu'an couldn't help sighing, this is the six abbots of Jiuda Temple, this kind of heart is not something that can be compared to just a monk.

However, it is said that the six abbots went to Shu to debate the scriptures, why are there only five people in the hall now?

Uncle Hongning whispered in his ear: "Don't mention the number of people, when debating the scriptures in Shu, Abbot Cilong was impressed by the other party's reasoning and has become a Shu monk." I guess the abbots are worried about this now!"

Although it is not obvious from the appearance of the abbots' thoughts, the atmosphere that lingers in the dining room does seem a little heavy.

Zhao Wu'an wiped a handful of cold sweat and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Cilong defected to the enemy, which means that Jiuda Temple was defeated in the debate?"

Although the Ten Wishes of the Monk of Shu are famous, after all, they have disappeared for 20 years, and it is difficult to say whether it is the old-timers who have reopened the altar now. Although the defeat of Jiuda Temple, which has flourished for 20 years, is excusable, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the temple in the world.

"Not to mention Jiuda Temple, the ten senior monks in Shudi, I don't know what they are doing. Uncle Hongning, who has always been generous, sighed, "I heard the abbot of Ci Mourning say that the Ten Wish Monks opened the altar to debate the scriptures this time, and built a total of ten altars, each altar only replies to one Buddhist scripture, and the challenger chooses it himself. There are more than 200 people in Buddhist temples around the country, and few of them have broken through the first three altars. However, the abbot of our Jiuda Temple, Cixuan, was very powerful, and after arguing for five days and five nights, he broke through the first seven altars before he was defeated. ”

The corners of Zhao Wu'an's mouth twitched: "The Ten Wishes of Shu are so powerful?"

If it was placed 20 years ago, those ten old men would naturally be world-famous monks. When mortals practice, they must make a grand wish, and if the wish is fulfilled, they will bear Bodhi and become a Buddha by sitting on the ground. The Ten Wishes Monk is composed of ten people, each of whom makes a big wish, Zhao Wu'an doesn't know what kind of wish it is, but he only hears rumors in the mortal world that if the ten wishes are fulfilled, it can make the world peaceful and no one in hell.

However, 20 years have passed, and only half of the former Ten Wish Monks are now sitting and passing away. This new Ten Wish Monks who suddenly appeared must not be the same group as the ten old men back then. Opening an altar to debate scriptures in Shu and challenging Buddhist scholars in the world was by no means what the Ten Wishes Monk would do back then.

So when he heard that this group of people actually won the debate against all the monks in the world, Zhao Wu'an felt extremely strange.

Uncle Hongning sighed in a low voice: "In short, don't poke the sore spots of the uncles now." I brought you here just to let you meet your uncle after a long absence. ”

Before the words fell, the eldest of the five monks sitting at the table put down the teacup, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Wu'an, I heard that we went down the mountain not long ago, and you also went down the mountain?"

This is the longest of the seven abbots of Jiuda Temple, and it is also the only one in the temple who is the same generation as the abbot.

There are many monks in Jiuda Temple, but he is the one closest to Zhao Wu'an. No matter how big the basket Zhao Wu'an had broken into before, even if the abbot was angry, Jizheng had always been kind to Zhao Wu'an, and he had never had the slightest estrangement.

Now that he has seen Jizheng again, Zhao Wuan is also a little happy, and nodded and said: "It is also thanks to several uncles and ancestors, Wu'an is fortunate to be able to have a glimpse of the scenery under the mountain." ”

Ji Zheng smiled: "In this way, you don't want to enter my empty door even more." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk opposite Ji Zheng stood up suddenly and snorted, "It's okay if you don't enter." has been studying for more than ten years, but he can't compete for a few children. What is the use of reading this book?"

Ji Zheng said solemnly: "Ciqing, don't be angry!"

Ciqing, who has been a monk for nearly ten years, stood at the table, gasping for breath, and paused for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "It's just annoyed, why did you study Buddhism to such an extent, and you can't argue with the immature children in Shu." ”

Ci Xuan, who was sitting on the side of the table and drinking tea with a peaceful face, said lightly: "Buddhism also has a fate. Hugh said that it was you, even me, who had broken into the seventh altar, and I didn't understand why the altar master of the first six altars had admitted defeat. The little child has such wisdom, no wonder the former abbot once said that the relics in the world are all in Shu. ”

Zhao Wu'an, who was standing on the side, was stunned, and asked with his palms together, "Wu'an has seen several abbots and uncles. Could it be that the monk of Shu who boasted of the Ten Wishes of Haikou...... Actually, it's just a child?"

Ji Zheng, who was beside Zhao Wu'an, nodded slowly and said, "The ten people who opened the altar to debate the scriptures are all boys who are no more than twelve years old, but their understanding of Buddhism has reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man. They claimed to have obtained the 800 relics of the previous generation of Shudi Ten Wish Monks after they sat down, and made diligent offerings, but because they were dissatisfied with the last days of Buddhism, they opened the altar to preach the scriptures and transform all living beings in the world. ”

The abbot of Ci Mourning, who was the most torn in his clothes, drank gruel and sighed: "What is the last days of Buddhism, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty built temples in various places, and the momentum is catching up with the Southern Dynasty, and it is only the ten wishes of the monks in Shu that they will have this strange idea of the last days of Buddhism." However, their cultivation is indeed not shallow, this Shu Ten Wishes Monk, whether it is the old Ten Wishes that have long passed away, or the new Ten Wishes of the fledgling, it is not simple. ”

In that room, Uncle Cihong, who was second only to Jizheng among the five abbots, clasped his palms together and muttered the praises of Amitabha.

Obviously, the failure of the Shudi debate was not a small blow to several abbots who had traveled long distances. Especially the matter of Uncle Cilong's defection to the enemy is simply a fantasy for Zhao Wu'an, and I don't know how the uncles feel now.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is obviously useless to say more, Zhao Wu'an had to put his palms together, say hello to several abbots from afar, and reluctantly turn around and go out.

Ciqing's indignant cursing still came from behind him. Zhao Wu'an didn't feel that it was inappropriate, monks are also mortals, how can they be like Buddhas, truly without sorrow and joy.

Thinking of the temple in Jiangnan Province that was completely controlled by Luo Yige, Zhao Wu'an was even more sure of what he thought.

The door is not empty, that's all.

On the way back to his meditation room, Zhao Wu'an met the abbot of the temple again, Ji Xuan.

"Father and daughter of the An family live in the temple today. Ji Xuan's words did not have a trace of waves.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned, sighed, and said, "The abbot agreed?"

"There are pilgrims who want to stay, how can the old monk not agree?" Ji Xuan said lightly, "Why did they stay, do you know?"

Zhao Wu'an turned his face.

Ji Xuan twisted the six Buddha beads with his hand before he said slowly: "There is both freedom under the mountain, and there is also Zhu Yan. If the empty door is not empty, why avoid the red dust. ”

Zhao Wu'an smiled bitterly, turned around and said, "I'll go to the back mountain to see Uncle Hongyuan." As he spoke, he bypassed Ji Xuan, who was bent on educating him.

With such a quarrel with An Qing today, the two of them broke up. An Qing is not a man who will not give up without digging into the bottom of things, but Zhao Wuan will never let her know about Jialan An Xulie. Even if the An family's father and daughter lived in the temple, it would be difficult for Zhao Wu'an to dig out his heart and lungs with them.

It's better to say that Zhao Wuan was originally such a person. The more secrets a person has, the more dangerous he is.

And the more you get to know him, the more you will be in the same crisis as him.

Zhao Wu'an was unwilling to drag An Qing into this troubled water.

Carrying a pot of water, Zhao Wuan sat on the ground under a pine tree in the back mountain.

In front of him was a stone tablet that had not experienced much wind and rain, with sharp edges and corners, and the handwriting on the tablet was clear.

Hongyuan is well-dressed.

The four characters are all inscribed, and the cinnabar in the nicks is even bright as if they have just been smeared.

But Hongyuan has been sitting for more than ten months. I heard De Bing say that after the cremation, this monk produced one hundred and seven relics, which is not surprising, but it is the number of wonderful principles, only one is missing, and it will reach the realm of immeasurable numbers as described by Buddhism.

And the day of Hongyuan's death happened to be the same day as Zhao Wu'an's descent from the mountain.

The wind in early winter is already a little bleak, sweeping away the barren grass and pine trees and green mounds in the mountains behind Jiuda Temple. As far as the eye can see, you can only see a few sparrows rising and falling on the lawn, chirping from their mouths. In addition, the four fields are silent.

Zhao Wu'an sprinkled a pot of water in front of Hongyuan's grave, and said softly: "You have worked hard for the Lord all your life, and finally buried in Jiuda Temple, accompanied by green mountains and green waters, you don't think it's very lonely, right?"

After a pause, he smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head and said, "It's me who is confused." After all, Uncle Hongyuan is a person in the empty door, and from the path of Nirvana to the realm of silent Nirvana, it is also a consummation, so there is no such thing as loneliness or not. ”

A pot of water was spilled, and Zhao Wu'an put the kettle on Hongyuan's grave and left.

Leaving a small tomb in vain, lying in the dry yellow grass in the cold winter, it seems to be telling something.

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Day by day. In winter, the sun sets early, especially in the second half of the month, and the sky darkens in the blink of an eye.

The Jiuda Temple at night was exceptionally quiet, and An Qing sat at the table with her head propped up, staring at the temple at night in a daze with wide eyes. This is the first time she has spent the night in the temple, and it is inevitable that she will be excited.

Since there is only An Qing's daughter, An Guangmao can't help but be favored. She said that when she wanted to spend the night in Jiuda Temple, An Guangmao of course couldn't resist it, so she rented a meditation room in the temple to live.

The facilities in the room are very simple, the bedding is messy, the ground is also uneven, and only a Bodhisattva statue hanging on the east wall is carefully cared for. Of course, ordinary people are not used to living in the pure land of the Buddhist family, but the father and daughter of the An family have always been at ease with their encounters, and they are not too picky about the place, and this Zen room is also reasonable.

"Dad, how many laymen do you say live in Jiuda Temple? I don't think this house is often inhabited. An Qing asked with a frown.

An Guangmao, who took care of the bed, responded: "Of course, the monks who live in the Buddhist temple are all monks, and the Jiuda Temple is not far from the town, and the lay monks naturally want to go down the mountain to go home at night." ”

An Qing pursed her lips: "Then why does Zhao Wu'an live in the temple?"

An Guangmao sighed. This daughter, he is really getting more and more incomprehensible.

"If you like this layman, your father can come forward to talk to him in detail. As a father, none of them are willing to let their daughters suffer this kind of grievance. An Guangmao said word by word.

An Qing stood up angrily and said indignantly: "I don't like him!"

This does not seem to be a lie. With An Guangmao's understanding of his daughter, he also knows that she is not duplicitous, if she really has affection for Zhao Wu'an, she will not be so twisted.

"Then why do you have to spend the night in Jiuda Temple?" asked An Guangmao.

An Qing pressed her forehead, looking very distressed, and said helplessly: "In Qingdi Township, in Hangzhou, I think he is so powerful, he can see through everything, and he can solve anything." But in Willow Leaf Villa, he and Hu Buxi, and many righteous people are enemies...... And did Dad know that there had been an organization chasing Zhao Wu'an all along? I thought it was strange, and I wanted to know why. ”

Listening to An Qing's words, An Guangmao had an understanding in his heart. He flattened the quilt and said earnestly: "This time, I will let you be willful." But Qing'er, you have to know that many times, this river and lake can't allow you to be too curious. ”

Curiosity alone is enough to kill.

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At night, the magnolia in front of Zhao Wu'an's window was windless and automatic.