There are always a few days before the winter in Huaixi, although the weather is cold recently, but the sky is clean, and even the shadow of the clouds can not be seen.

In the distance, the stupa has a morning bell ringing. In front of the closed gate, the tiger-headed little novice De Bing struggled to hold a broom taller than him, and swept the fallen leaves in front of the temple over and over again.

Sweeping flowers in spring and dust in summer, sweeping leaves in autumn and snow in winter, sweeping the four seasons of Buddha returning, there are all kinds of wonderful methods.

The senior brother always likes to talk like this, and sends him over to sweep the floor, saying that sweeping the floor is also the Dharma, and you need to devote yourself to it in order to have enlightenment.

The little novice put his broom aside and sat down on the stone steps in front of the temple, pouting and rubbing his little bald head.

Recently, several major events have happened on the rivers and lakes, and the senior brothers and uncles in Jiuda Temple have been chatting very devotedly. First, Yangzhou's world-famous Liuye Villa was exposed, and the owner of the village, Liu Siye, was actually a wolf-hearted and dog-hearted man who killed his life-saving benefactor, and immediately there was Lu Quance, the leader of the righteous path, who led three hundred chivalrous people to kill into Liuye Villa to set an example. Willow Leaf Villa naturally couldn't escape the end of being destroyed, and the seven treasure knives in the collection were divided, but because of a fire, nearly half of the 10,000 scrolls of knives in the library were destroyed, and they were not all looted, which made people sigh.

Although the Willow Leaf Villa was destroyed, Lu Quance was no better. That night, he faced off against a new master who had entered the first-grade realm, and the result was a complete defeat, and he recuperated in Yangzhou for more than a month, but he still didn't survive until the winter, and he died.

In addition, it is said that there was also a demon in the southern Xinjiang in the Willow Leaf Villa that night, three hundred righteous path knights, and in the end, less than half of them successfully escaped. It can be regarded as a rare tragedy in the rivers and lakes in recent decades.

Xiao Shami secretly felt in his heart that these people were killing and killing, in the final analysis, just to compete for a treasure secret, losing hundreds of lives, which was not worth it, and it was far less comfortable than in the temple.

And the first-class master who defeated Lu Quance, it is said that he was called Hu Buxi, who was originally just the head catcher of the two Zhejiang roads, and the martial arts were not high or low, but he was able to enter the first product overnight and kill Lu Quance, the leader of the righteous path, and suddenly became the target of everyone in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that no one has ever seen Hu Buxi near the Liangzhejiang Road Mansion a few days ago, and a few days ago, Su Qinghe, who was formerly the chief of the Huaixi Road Jinglu Pacification Division, was sent to Liangzhejiang Road to be the chief catcher, which is almost a clear indication that the court does not recognize Hu Buxi's position as the head catcher.

entered the realm of a product, but became a lost dog, and I don't know how Hu Buxi feels.

As for Su Qinghe's appointment, Xiao Shami heard the abbot of the temple say that it was a bright descending and a dark ascension. Su Qinghe has become famous in Huaixi in recent years, and there are many familiar people in the court. first transferred him to Liangzhejiang as the head catcher, forced him to do it himself, observed the people's livelihood and suffering, and returned to Beijing two years later. The imperial court is taking advantage of the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes to cultivate a promising virtuous minister for the society.

And after the ghost hand book Saint Lu Quance was killed, there was immediately a demon in the Xiliang Greedy Demon Hall with four villains who went south to make trouble. The return of the Greedy Demon Hall to the Central Plains will have a great impact on the entire Central Plains martial arts.

On the Kunlun Mountain, which has always been independent, after the incident of Liuye Villa, he even sent four disciples down the mountain, from Taihang, Lingshan, and Huashan, planning to go all the way east, and it was also spread on the rivers and lakes. Since the disappearance of the Great Disciple of Kunlun in Shudi, Kunlun Mountain has not sent a disciple down the mountain for eight years, and it is still unknown what he wants this time.

Xiao Shami always felt that although Jiuda Temple was a temple halfway up the mountain, the temple could know all the big and small news on the rivers and lakes. Sometimes, the little novice feels a little strange about this.

Little Shami Debing patted his face, which was frozen dry in the cold wind.

After Uncle Hongyuan passed away in spring this year, Senior Brother Zhao also went down the mountain, and it was ten months after he left. Although the uncles have a headache for Senior Brother Zhao, De Bing likes him very much. Whether it is trapping birds or making a fire to roast birds, Senior Brother Zhao is a good hand. De Bing also knew that killing was wrong, but Senior Brother Zhao didn't do it often, most of them were looking at the steamed buns and rough noodles in the temple, De Bing always ate half and vomited half and half of it, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he secretly opened a small stove for him to comfort the Five Organs Temple.

So until now, De Bing still has a feeling of guilt in his heart. It was precisely because he accidentally burned the hundred-year-old banyan tree when he lit the fire to roast the gray sparrow that Senior Brother Zhao was driven down the mountain.

Zhao Wu'an left at the beginning of spring, and now it's almost winter, and I don't know where he is now, and he can't come back for the New Year.

Xiao Shami sighed, stood up with a sad face, and continued to clean the fallen leaves in front of the door.

After sweeping in front of the door, it's time to clean the front yard. After doing this, Jiuda Temple will be open to pilgrims. Some of the frequents also know this, so the mountain road in the early morning seems to be very quiet.

There is only one person in white clothes and a backpack, walking leisurely.

The little novice dragged a broom to push the temple gate. The door was so heavy that it was difficult to push it open with his strength.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared above his head, pressed the door with a slight force, and the door made a heavy dull sound, and opened inward.

De Bing turned his head and said excitedly, "Senior Brother Zhao!!"

Although the uncles in the temple all said that Zhao Wu'an was only a layman, and he had not entered Buddhism, so he could not be regarded as a senior brother, but in the heart of Xiao Shami Debing, he was closer than any senior brother.

Zhao Wu'an smiled kindly: "When I wasn't there, I didn't roast sparrows to be caught, right?"

De Bing shook his head vigorously.

Zhao Wu'an laughed lightly, quietly took the broom in Xiao Shami's hand, and said loudly: "Let's go, I'm back." ”

After entering Huaixi Road, he resolutely insisted on sending An Qing back to Qingdi Township first.

In any case, a young girl who has been away from home for so many days, Can't help An Guangmao is not worried, she is taken back to the inn to take care of, and then she has received a great favor all the way, and Zhao Wuan is not willing to add any trouble to the father and daughter. Therefore, when I returned to this Jiuda Temple, it was almost the winter solstice.

After a farewell of October, Jiuda Temple seems to have not changed. The incense burner in front of the court still spews green smoke, the statue of King Ming in the temple still has an inconspicuous dent, and the old banyan tree in the backyard is still half burned black by fire as when he left. Even when the time came, he felt that nine out of ten pilgrims had seen it.

De Bing rubbed his little bald head that still had a new ring scar, and said glutinously: "Senior Brother Zhao, where have you gone after walking for so long? I heard from Uncle Shi that you have solved a big case in Hangzhou!"

Zhao Wu'an said lightly: "It's nothing, I just helped a friend of mine." ”

"Senior brother has friends at the foot of the mountain?" In De Bing's heart, Zhao Wu'an, like him, grew up on the mountain since he was a child, and this "friend" made him feel very novel.

"Yes, the rivers and lakes under the mountain are very big, and even if you are not happy in every way, there will always be one or two damn friends. Zhao Wu'an's face showed a slight look of emotion.

"Damn friend?" De Bing was puzzled.

"That's the kind of person you wish he had died soon, so you don't have to worry about him all day. ”

Xiao Shami sighed, and said in his heart: "This is the eight suffering realms that cannot be let go! Amitabha, Senior Brother Zhao has gone down the mountain this time, and the Dharma has actually improved again, which is gratifying." ”

Zhao Wu'an smiled and said, "You kid can speak." ”

Walk through the main courtyard and enter the Daxiong Treasure Hall. It was still early, and there were only three pillars of morning incense burning in the hall, and it was cold and uninhabited.

Zhao Wu'an bowed three times in front of the Buddha statue of Shakyamuni, and folded his hands after getting up.

Behind the hall, a monk holding a Buddhist bead came out, which was the abbot of the temple, Ji Xuan.

Zhao Wu'an clasped his palms together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "I've seen the abbot." ”

For a long time, Ji Xuan had nothing to do with Zhao Wu'an, not only because of his lazy nature that made the monks helpless, but also because Zhao Wu'an was just a layman, not a member of Buddhism, and was not bound by the rules of the temple.

At the beginning of spring, De Bing set fire to the gray finch with the acquiescence of Zhao Wu'an, and as a result, the hundred-year-old banyan tree was burned, and Jiuda Temple finally had a reason to drive Zhao Wu'an down the mountain. Of course, Ji Xuan also personally promised that Zhao Wu'an could return to the temple after spending the ghost of Jiuda Temple.

But I don't want him to go for October.

Ji Xuan said lightly: "Lord Zhao Shi has returned to the temple, what are you doing?"

Zhao Wu'an smiled: "I still have a tie on my body. If you want to ask the abbot to ask for a meditation room to rest, how many bowls of coarse tea and light rice will be asked, I don't know if Jiuda Temple is willing to appreciate his face?"

Outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, white birds flutter their wings and fly across the clear blue sky.

Ji Xuan sighed: "Zhao Jushi's room, the poor monk has always kept it. ”

Zhao Wu'an was deeply moved.

He folded his palms together and bowed his head deeply.

"Abbot, please bow down. ”

Ji Xuan twisted the Buddha beads lightly and asked, "I have also walked down the mountain, but I still don't want to enter my empty door?"

Although moved, Zhao Wu'an still shook his head firmly at this time.

Behind him, the tiger-headed little novice tilted his head in confusion.

"The door is not empty. Zhao Wu'an lowered his eyebrows and said softly.

Little Shami Debing's mouth widened. The door is not empty, this is something that no Buddhist scripture has!

Ji Xuan was really stunned when he heard it, and then he clenched the Buddha beads in his hand and said solemnly: "Zhao Wu'an, the empty door is all pure land, dust-free, and blissful death." How can there be an empty door that is not empty?"

"The law of generating emptiness is not empty, and there are also empty and non-doors. If the door is empty, where will sentient beings go? If the door is empty, where will sin come from, and where will they go?"

Zhao Wu'an smiled lightly, lowered his eyebrows and said: "Abbot and let Wu'an say it again: there is no empty door in this world. If there is, it proves that the empty door is not empty. ”

Ji Xuan closed his eyes, quickly counted the Buddha beads in his hand, and sighed: "Zhao Wu'an, once you go down the mountain, the Buddha has regressed a lot." Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a platform. ”

"There is nothing in the first place, where can you stir up dust?" Zhao Wu'an smiled, "Abbot, Wu'an is willing to get drunk in the world again, and count this dust in the sky with one hand." ”

The latter sentence, he wanted to say, but when he thought of Xie Hui, he swallowed it alive.

I am drunk with the world, not only to count the dust, but also to talk and laugh, and drink the whole country.