At the top of the mountain, inside the room.

Jiang Xiaoman and the others sat cross-legged on the futon, and a long mahogany low table passed through the hall.

At this moment, it is not fasting time, so in addition to chanting compassion and compassion for the monks in the temple, there is only Zhanhai Zen Master.

The monks in the temple have a long life, so there are only a few plates of coarse tea on the table, which is not very good.

As for the main dish, it's a large wooden barrel of steaming brown rice.

Fortunately, several people are not caring people, and the food in the mountains is already very good.

Zhan Hai sat on the main meditation seat, with a smile on his face, looked at everyone, and chuckled: "A few donors also ask to move chopsticks, don't dislike the food in the temple." ”

Jiang Xiaoman was not polite, he picked up the wooden bowl and put a big bowl of brown rice for himself, took two bites, and said with a smile: "Thank you Zen Master for your hospitality, a few days ago, in order to hurry, I used to deal with dry food many times, and this meal is already very good." ”

Wei Ran didn't seem to be too hungry, so he just took a few bites of food and sent it to his mouth to savor.

Born in the military, even though he has not been on the battlefield for several years, it does not prevent him from knowing how to remember the bittersweet memories.

Peace is not easy to come by, it is all bought by the brothers with their lives, and he knows how to cherish it more than the people.

Although this Zhai dish weak tea does not have too much oil and water, it is rare for him to feel that it is the most appetizing one he has eaten in years.

Ji Xiaoyue's hair was still wet, and she seemed to be a little embarrassed, so she draped her hair over her shoulders and was very careful with the bowl, for fear that it would be bad if the water droplets fell onto the table.

Zen Master Zhanhai seemed to see through Xiao Tang's thoughts, and said with a smile: "The little benefactor doesn't have to be like this, there are not too many rules in the temple, and it is common to have water vapor on the body after bathing, so there is no need to be too restrained." ”

Xiao Tang nodded, finally let go, picked up the bowl in his hand and followed Jiang Xiaoman's example, and took a big gulp of brown rice with a drop of sesame oil mixed with some pickles.

Ji Xiaoyue's cheeks moved, and she couldn't help but nod secretly, and the cooking skills of the monks in the temple were really not bad.

Although this brown rice is not as tender as white rice, it is also soft and glutinous when chewed in the mouth.

On the table, those plates of green vegetables, although they are just fried, are just right, sweet and crispy.

It can be seen that the cooking skills of the fire-headed monk in this Wutong Temple must not be bad.

Among several people, Ji Xiaoyue has the best cooking skills.

Being able to enter the eyes of the chef god of Fancheng, she is naturally qualified to give such an evaluation.

Satisfied, she patted her stomach, and Ji Xiaoyue exclaimed: "Master, your master in charge of the kitchen in the temple has really good skills." ”

"Hehe, the little donor has a vision, our Wutong Temple's fire master, before the monk this famous chef in a radius of 100 miles, the three major restaurants in Jincheng have spent a lot of money to invite him out of the mountain. Zhanhai Zen Master smiled, took a sip of the tea in front of the table, and said slowly: "Although my master and nephew are only leading the practice for some reasons, he is indeed a person with a Zen heart." ”

A few people didn't expect that the small hall asked casually, and the master in charge of the fire room in this temple actually had such a background.

The practice of leading hair is a special kind among Zen disciples.

Although he practiced meditation and worshiped the Buddha, he could not become a monk because of the world's ties or the shallowness of the Buddha's affiliation.

Therefore, they will not shave the ordination and take the vows, but practice with their hair.

The period of ordination can be three, seven, one, three, six months, three years, or even longer, and you can live a relatively peaceful time in the monastery.

Read the scriptures openly, and practice meditation behind closed doors, in the hope that one day you will be able to have an epiphany of Zen mind, so that you can attain transcendence.

"Zen?"

Jiang Xiaoman's heart moved, put down the bowl in his hand, looked at Zhanhai seriously and asked, "Dare to ask the master, what is Zen heart?"

"Master Jiang, your future road will inevitably be magnificent, and the old man can only observe one or two. Zhan Hai chanted a Buddha name lightly, and slowly spoke: "Therefore, for the Jiang donor, the flowers are half open, the wine is half drunk, the tea is half a cup, and the half bowl is eaten, not greedy, not vain, not recklessly, not recklessly, and facing the original heart, which is the Zen heart." ”

Zhanhai Zen Master, born in the army, was in a high position in the army in his early years.

In the 40th year, there was a wandering Zen master who passed through the door of his house, went around his house three times, and pushed his door to give a total of 21 scriptures.

It is strange to say that at that time, the Zhanhai Zen Master, who did not know a few big characters and was still a general of ten thousand enemies, was familiar with the thick pile of Buddhist scriptures, and he could read the book as soon as he read it.

After that, every year, one book of scripture was recited.

At that time, it was a troubled time when the northern and southern regions were fighting a series of wars.

Strange to say, since reading the scriptures, this Zhanhai Zen master whose real name is Zhang Dahai, but whoever leads the army will win a great victory.

Although he is known as a victorious general, the enemy army slaughtered is the least number of generals among the various armies.

There were even a few times when Northern Qin was far more numerous than Zhang Dahai's troops in battles, and in the end they would surrender without a fight.

At the age of sixty-one, Zhang Dahai finished reciting the last sutra and realized that he was the Zen protector Vajra in his previous life, and he had been favored by the five generations of Daxia town border soldiers before attaining the Tao.

Therefore, he was reincarnated in the army to repay his kindness.

In the past life, in the midst of military disasters.

The five generations of military candidates in Great Xia saved the lives of forty-one monks in his temple of enlightenment in troubled times.

Therefore, after obtaining the Vajra fruit position, Zhang Dahai was reincarnated again in the southern borderlands.

He joined the army at the age of 20 and repaid his gratitude for guarding the border areas in the Southern Regions for 41 years.

At the end of today's term, it is natural to recall the cause and effect of the previous life.

On the second day, he left a letter for his children and grandchildren at home, and put himself incognito under the seat of the former presiding officer of Wutong Temple in Qingluan Mountain.

Until today, it has been 270 years, and the magic power of Buddhism is not lost in the previous life, and it is also a pair of Buddha eyes that only those who have attained the Bodhisattva fruit level have.

The Buddha is the enlightened one, and the eye of the enlightened person is called the Buddha's eye, which is said to be able to perceive everything.

As early as when the teenagers were climbing the mountain, although they didn't deliberately look at it, Zhanhai Zen Master saw through Ji Xiaoyue's female disguise at a glance, and also saw that the Xiao girl holding the white porcelain vase had a Buddha fate behind her, and saw through Wei Ran's desolation that the killing on the battlefield in this life was too heavy, so that the cause and effect were finally implicated in his wife.

But he didn't see through this young man, even if he really used his magical powers to open the Buddha's eyes later, he was only vaguely aware of the extraordinaryness of the young man's future and the terrifying river of fate with many tributaries.

Fate cannot be seen or touched, but it affects a person's life.

Buddhism talks about cause and effect, and since the day a person is born, a river composed of his own luck will arise.

The vastness of the river determines whether a person will be destitute or rich in his future life.

Fate, on the other hand, is full of variables.

Therefore, the river of fate composed of luck behind each person will inevitably give birth to some branch rivers.

There are many people, and there are few people.

Ordinary secular people, as few as two or three, no more than dozens, is already an extreme number.

Even if it is a person who has embarked on the martial arts to cultivate, even if he is like Wei Ran, who has entered the princely realm, there are no more than a hundred.

But looking at it with the eyes of the Buddha, the rivers behind the young man surnamed Jiang are dense, and there are countless of them, and there will be no less than 10,000.

Even, in some branch veins, the waves are rolling and the waves are turning the sky, and their momentum is not lost to the main vein.

What's even more terrifying is that there are two or three branches, and the color of the river is golden or blood-red.

momentum, even more faintly overwhelmed the main vein river.

Even if Zhanhai is now half a foot into the realm of the Bodhisattva, he does not dare to delve into the vast river behind this young man.

But he was faintly aware that Jiang Xiaoman would have several causes and effects with Zen Buddhism in the future, so now he will vaguely say what he can see.

As for what cannot be seen, that is absolutely impossible to speculate.

For the young man, the future will inevitably be a road of corpses and a sea of blood.

Heaven is fair, and there must be gains if there is a loss.

Therefore, this road is majestic and magnificent, but it is also indispensable to kill and be dangerous.

Cheng, then stand for nine days, will be the respect of a lifetime.

defeated, I'm afraid that even the bones may not be able to be preserved.

In the past, Zhanlan Zen Master had only seen this record in books.

Carrying such a terrifying river of fate is often a collection of luck of a clan, even a city, or even a region and a dynasty.

Not only yourself, but also the people around you.

The closer you get, the more so.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

There is no need to think about it, in the future, there will be fewer and fewer days of peace and tranquility like the present.

The young man asked him what Zen heart was, and he said that Jiang Xiaoman would take the road in the future, but he could not just relax and be Zen heart.

Ji Xiaoyue heard it in a fog, but she felt it was funny, and couldn't help but be curious: "Master, what about me? For me, what is Zen mind?"

Zhan Hai was silent, and took a deep look at the young man surnamed Jiang who lowered his head and chewed his words carefully, and then looked at the small hall with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "For you, the little donor, the person you think of in your heart is your Zen heart, as long as you are with him, you will be Zen everywhere." ”

His mind was pierced, and Xiao Tangqi secretly glanced at the young man next to him, and couldn't help blushing.

For the little girl, even though there are thousands of Zen in the world.

But this Zen alone has to take a lifetime to participate.

"By the way, master, I don't know when Miss Xiao will wake up?" Jiang Xiaoman was a little puzzled why Brother Xiaoyue next to him blushed like a girl, shook his head, smiled and looked at Zen Master Zhanhai and asked.

Just now, after the bell rang, Xiao Ying fell into a coma, and her body was covered by the glow emitted by many pagodas in Tallinn, and others couldn't get close at all.

Zhan Hai said that Xiao Ying was born with a big Buddha fate.

This time to enter the temple is also in the dark has its own certainty, many relics karma plus the body, and when you wake up, you will definitely be able to wash away the lead, and the immortal road can be expected.

It's okay not to say this, but it can startle a few people.

Isn't it in the future, is this Xiao girl going to enter Zen Buddhism and become a monk......

Fortunately, Zen Master Zhanhai explained to several people that having a Buddha relationship does not necessarily mean that you have to become a monk.

There are tens of thousands of Zen disciples, and many of them are secular disciples, cultivating their minds in the red dust, and they are not necessarily monks.

In the Central Regions and the Western Regions, there are many big clans, all of whom are seriously considered to be the children of Buddhism, but they have not been ordained and ordained, and have really escaped into the empty door.

Zen is in the mind, not outside.

The relics left by those monks in the past dynasties have mostly left the divine thoughts before becoming a Buddha, and when Xiao Ying entered Tallinn to perceive his deep Buddha fate, he would manifest the Buddha's light and form an opportunity.

If nothing else, think about it, after Xiao Ying wakes up, it is not impossible for martial arts cultivation to enter the innate in one step.

As soon as Jiang Xiaoman heard that Xiao Ying might step into the innate world, he hurriedly patted his head and said, "It's broken!"

"This is a happy event, how can it be broken?" Monk Nianbei sat beside the master, looked at the young man with some puzzlement and asked.

Xiao Tang sat aside and pouted at Jiang Xiaoman: "Jiang Daxia, are you afraid that Miss Xiao will be better than you when she wakes up, and those bad thoughts in your heart will not have a chance to be used?"

Ji Xiaoyue didn't know about Xiao Ying's physique, and when she saw the young man behaving like this, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"What do you want?" Jiang Xiaoman rubbed Xiao Tang's head and explained: "Xiao Ying's physique is a bit special, once she enters cultivation, she will be jealous of heaven and will come to a calamity. ”

Jiang Xiaoman looked at Zen Master Zhanhai and asked softly, "I don't know the master, have you heard of the body of the Nine Yin Xuannu?"

"Nine Yin Xuannu?" The old monk's face changed, and he said in disbelief: "Master Jiang, you mean that Master Xiao is carrying the body of a Nine Yin Xuannu?"

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, his expression a little heavy.

Although they have only known each other for a short time, they don't want to see any accidents for Xiao Ying.

"The body of the Nine Yin Xuannu?" Seeing everyone's reaction, Xiao Tang also understood the seriousness of the matter, and asked the young man next to him in a low voice, "Miss Xiao, is she in danger?"

"This kind of body, also known as the doom body, was born with the grace of the Heavenly Dao and the Yin veins of the whole body, but was jealous of the heavens, once there is no bottleneck in the cultivation, every time the realm is broken, the Heavenly Dao will descend to a catastrophe. Sighing softly, Zhan Hai smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that this Buddha fate is both a blessing and a curse for Lord Xiao." ”

Getting the Zen fate method, so that many relics karma fruits, Xiao Ying will inevitably be blessed by Buddhism in the future, it is fate.

But the body is burdened with calamity, and is jealous of the Heavenly Dao, and once you enter the cultivation, you will be reprimanded by the Heavenly Dao, and every time you break through a great realm, you will experience a great calamity, and the higher the cultivation, the more difficult the calamity will be, which is a disaster.

From ancient times to the present, except for Wulu in the Western Regions and Miyue in the Northern Regions, most of the women in the world with this kind of physique have not died well.

"Good, good!" Zhanhai Zen Master closed his eyes and pondered, suddenly opened his eyes, two Buddha lights bloomed in his pupils, and he chuckled: "Blessings and misfortunes, misfortunes and blessings, Xiao Shizhu is a Buddha, although there are calamities in this life, but there is no danger in a life. ”

Meaningfully, he glanced at the little hall dressed as a man, and said softly: "In the future, when the fate comes, it may not be the third Nine Yin Xuannu in this world!"

Jiang Xiaoman turned his head and glanced at Wei Ran, and saw that he nodded slightly at him, so he was relieved.

The boy has read a lot of miscellaneous books since he was a child, and knows that such as Daomen Zen Buddhism, which has the longest tradition, will have many deductive supernatural powers.

The two rays of Buddha light in the eyes of the old monk must have used the magic power of Buddhism to deduce.

Wei Ran's cultivation is not bad, and even he recognizes the words of the old monk, thinking that it should be true.

He just breathed a sigh of relief, but he heard Wei Ran, who had never spoken before, say softly: "If it is really as the master expected, when Miss Xiao wakes up, her martial arts cultivation will enter the innate in one step. Then it must be two calamities coming together, although it is only the easiest to survive the acquired calamity and the innate calamity, but the sum of the two, it is also extremely sinister to think about it, it is better to prepare early. ”

Nodding, Zhan Hai just wanted to say something more, but his face suddenly changed.

As if he felt something, the old monk hurriedly stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers, and muttered for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Lord Xiao's first calamity has come." ”