There are many differences between the Taoist gate and the Buddhist gate, the three major generations in the Taoist gate, dust, leaves, and clouds, are all in the last word of the Taoist number, while the Buddhist door is just the opposite, and the generations are in the first word of the Dharma number, so there is the "two autumn" of the autumn leaves and the autumn moon, in fact, the autumn leaves are the leaves of the Taoist gate, and the autumn moon is the autumn characters of the Buddhism.

Under the Ye character generation is the cloud word generation, although the Sword Sect does not take the road number, but if it is described according to the generation, Shangguan Xianchen changed his name to Xianchen after worshipping the Sword Sect, there is dust in the name, there is no doubt that the dust character generation, Gongsun Zhongmou and Qiu Ye are the same generation, it is the Ye character generation, and Xu Beiyou should be the cloud character generation.

On the Buddhist side, after the autumn character generation is the water character generation, if Zhang Mudui takes the Dharma name, he should also be a disciple of the water character generation.

Shui Jue is an inconspicuous ordinary disciple in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, who was brought into the Buddhist Sect by his master since he was a child to receive ordination, and has been in charge of sorting out the classics in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for the past 20 years.

Although he was just an ordinary Buddhist disciple who was so inconspicuous that he would not even attract the attention of others for the rest of his life, he occasionally wondered if there would be a peerless master who looked extremely ordinary in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and was actually even taller than the abbot master? He may just be an old monk sweeping the floor, or he may be an ordinary monk who has realized the true drop of Buddhism in the cracks of the scriptures, if he can be accepted as a disciple by such a peerless master and teach supreme divine skills, I am afraid that he can also be like the elders in the temple, put on a vermilion purple robe, and even become the real master of Buddhism after a hundred years of the abbot master.

I have to say that he thinks beautifully, but unfortunately it can only be unrealistic delusions. He walked all over the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't find a peerless master, and even if he did, I am afraid he would not look down on him.

Although this unrealistic delusion was shattered like a mirror, it allowed him to see many Buddhist figures in all corners of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

And those figures were so out of reach for him.

The abbot master rarely came, and more often it was the little monk named Zhang Mudui next to him who came to borrow the books.

Occasionally, I saw a few elders, wearing vermilion and purple robes that symbolized their supreme majesty, and when the elders walked calmly, the majesty of the mountains on their bodies made Shui Jue, who bowed his head and saluted, did not even have the courage to look up directly.

Of course, the most noteworthy thing is the Dragon King who makes Shui Jue yearn for the most, the youngest elder in the Buddhist Sect, and the master of the Eight Divisions, second only to the abbot master, Shui Jue has lost count of how many times he has dreamed, and he has become the Dragon King in his dream.

Today, it is Shui Jue's turn to be on duty, and most of the classics in the place he is in charge of are ordinary scriptures such as the Diamond Sutra and the Lotus Sutra, and there are no cultivation methods, supernatural secret methods, senior perceptions, and even anecdotes and various travelogues, so except for young disciples as ordinary as him, few people come.

However, Shui Jue was very glad that he was assigned to a good place, and the few people who came meant that he was quiet, and it also meant that he could secretly read a little book.

Shui Jue quietly walked past the rows of bookshelves, followed the staircase that had been thousands of years old to the second floor, and followed the familiar path to a tall bookshelf, just as he had just pulled out a local Tibetan Bodhisattva mantra and was about to turn away, he suddenly found a young man of his age not far behind him.

It seems to have been standing here for a long time.

This young man is obviously not a Buddhist, because he has very piercing white hair, he is looking through a scripture book at this time, his expression is focused, maybe he feels Shui Jue's gaze, the young man raised his head, smiled faintly at Shui Jue, and then lowered his head again.

Although it is a smile, it is indifferent and detached. This demeanor reminded Shui Jue of those majestic elders.

Shui Jue nodded stiffly, in response, and his gaze quickly swept over the cover of the classic book in the young man's hand.

Diamond Sutra.

Shui Jue knew something in his heart.

Now is the time to hold the Obon Festival, during this time large and small sects gather in Buddhism, although this is a forbidden place, but there are a few exceptions are really normal, just when Shui Jue was about to leave with the sutra book in his hand and find a quiet place to study, a light footstep came from the stairs.

A woman dressed in a royal blue coat walked up to the second floor, and Shui Jue, who was about to go downstairs, happened to walk opposite the woman, and in an instant, Shui Jue only felt that his mind was blank.

Although Shui Jue has been in Buddhism for a long time, he has also seen many beautiful women in the past few days, not to mention far, that is, after the Jianxuan Sect, there is a large group of warblers and Yanyan.

The women he had seen were enchanting, graceful, or cold, but they never made too many waves in his mood.

Maybe it's because I read a lot on weekdays, reading to nourish my qi, although Shui Jue also has the heart of loving beauty, but most of them are passing without a trace. It is not until today that Shui Jue has deeply appreciated the meaning of the four words written in the book.

The woman's gas state is like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, pure and white, which makes people ashamed of themselves and unreachable.

At this moment, such an idea was born in Shui Jue's heart, if he could stay with such a woman for a lifetime, he would not change it even if he gave him a Buddhist abbot.

"Master, have you ever seen a white-haired man?" the woman asked, not with much smile on her face, just as calm as water without waves, polite and elegant.

Shui Jue nodded stiffly, his fingers trembling invisibly, pointing behind him.

The white-haired young man was looking over the side with the Diamond Sutra in his hand.

He closed the scripture in his hand and said with a light smile: "Why are you here?"

It's the same laughter, and this time the laughter is a lot more sincere.

The woman wrinkled her nose cutely and asked rhetorically, "Why, can't I come?"

At this moment, Shui Jue felt that the second floor of the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion became brighter, and the spring flowers were blooming, as if a warm spring breeze was blowing in this snowy weather.

Shui Jue stood in place, stunned to look at the two of them whispering, it took a long time to come back to his senses, he lowered his head, looked at the Jizo Bodhisattva mantra in his hand, and slowly went down the stairs.

Sometimes, as soon as the love word starts, it is already broken in an instant, leaving only a deep trace in the bottom of my heart.

Shui Jue, who walked down the stairs, could not hide the lonely look on his face, raised his head and looked around blankly.

Then his eyes widened suddenly.

On the first floor, there was a young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe.

When Shui Jue saw this white dress, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth and stammered a little, "Fang...... Abbot. ”

Qiu Yue, who was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, only bowed her head slightly and did not speak.

At this time, the white-haired man upstairs and the woman who made Shui Jue feel unrelieved also walked down the stairs.

Qiu Yue saluted the white-haired man, and the man returned the salute.

The look on Shui Jue's face gradually changed from surprise to shock, and finally to disbelief, could it be that the abbot was waiting for this young man?

The young man held the Diamond Sutra in his hand, as if preparing to leave.

Shui Jue subconsciously opened his mouth and said: "If you want to borrow it, please leave your name and the ...... of the sect master."

Qiu Yue frowned slightly.

The white-haired man didn't care, and said with a smile: "Xu Beiyou, a person from the Sword Sect." ”

The three left in parallel.

Shui Jue, who had just reacted to what he had done, was first frightened and turned pale, then looked at the woman's back, and then remembered the word Xu Beiyou, and finally lowered his head.

As soon as the word starts, it dies in an instant.