The morning sun shines at the beginning of the morning, and the echo of the morning drum can be heard in the distant land.

The pear blossoms are flying under the Great Banyan Temple, and three carriages are parked in front of the door.

A young man with a brocade hat and a mink fur, although it was early spring, the cold had gone seven or eight minutes, he was still wrapped in a white velvet and red coat, his little face was snow-white and red, and his eyes were slightly confused;

The boy subconsciously shrunk back, wrapped his coat tighter, and muttered.

"The book says that the morning bell and dusk drum in the Buddhist temple, why is it the other way around?"

Duan Mingsheng smiled and explained to the little prince, "The abbot who set this rule is Master Qinglian a hundred years ago. ”

The little prince sighed, he has read a lot of books since he was a child, and he is very talented, and others can understand it at a glance. Master Qinglian is extraordinary, and he naturally left a mark in the history books. A hundred years ago, he discussed the reincarnation of life and death with the leader of the Taoist sect, and was so angry that the Taoist ancestor threw the plaque in front of the Taoist temple.

Before entering the temple, the little prince looked at the couplets next to the temple.

The morning drum and twilight bell wake up the world's fame and fortune,

The Sutra Buddha calls back the lost people in the bitter sea.

The words are mellow, although there is no charm of the three-point iron pen and silver hook, but it is very pure and pure taste of Buddhism.

"What a big banyan temple. The little prince tightened the white velvet on his neck, stared at the couplet for a while, carefully recalled the sound of the drums, praised it with a smile, and then entered the temple.

Although it was early in the morning, it was worth burning incense when there were many visitors, and the little novices in the temple were very busy.

The incense of the Big Banyan Temple is curling, but it is very quiet, His Royal Highness the little prince entered the temple and did not put on a show, others saw that it was only a powerful son who entered the temple to ask for a signature, and did not think much about it.

The two hats did not leave an inch, and the little prince walked leisurely all the way.

Walk towards the place where the pear blossom went.

"Stop. ”

A slightly immature voice called out to His Royal Highness the little prince, and a little monk with clear eyebrows and eyes saluted respectfully.

The little prince's footsteps stopped abruptly, and half of his feet hung in the air.

The little monk bowed down, lowered his eyebrows and picked up the little spider that was crawling forward.

"The book says that Buddhism is very good," the little prince made sure that there was nothing else under his feet, retracted his feet, and asked funny, "Then let me ask you, is Buddhism only one taro, or is it all taro?"

The little monk was embarrassed and silent, but carefully let the spider go, and explained, "Little donor, this spider is hungry and pitiful, it has not eaten for three days, and it is not easy to escape from the net, and now it is about to move its nest, if it is trampled to death by the little donor, it will be really desolate." ”

The little prince raised his eyebrows, "Little bald head, how do you know that it hasn't eaten for three days, isn't it so bored that it stares at spiders every day?"

Duan Mingsheng, the hater, couldn't help laughing, His Royal Highness the little prince had never been out of the palace, and he originally thought that reading books all day long was an elegant character, but he never thought that every sentence had a cold atmosphere.

The little monk clasped his hands together, hugged the broom and gave a salute, "Little donor, it is not a small character bald head, and the master gives the name bluestone." ”

The little prince Xiao Yi sneered, and looked at Qingshi's fingers, where an old monk was sitting under the big banyan tree.

The big banyan tree under the big banyan temple, the banyan tree is as thick as more than a dozen people around, and countless green sachets are hung on the trunk. There are the wishes of tourists from all over the world, and there are also warning verses from Buddhism.

The old monk sat under the banyan tree, holding a copper bowl in his hand, his eyes closed, but he was smiling at the little monk and the little prince.

With a flick of one hand, he summoned the little prince and his stupid apprentice.

There are words in the mouth, "Sixteen years of Yangguan first meeting, nine-thousand-story pagoda Pudu." ”

"Good karma. ”

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The imperial capital of Qiliang, Lanling City.

His Majesty's palace of Qi Liang is magnificent, and there is a pavilion in the sky in Lanling City.

The pavilion is hanging in the sky, and the top is full of greenery, and there is a scribe who looks like a young man on the top of the pavilion looking down on the city.

The young scribe was dressed in white and black, with an ink-colored feather fan in one hand and a black-and-white chess piece in the other. In front of him is a chessboard with 19 ravines.

The chessboard is black and white, like a beacon fire wolf smoke rolling on the surface of the black jade, the young scribe fell silently and fell the sunspot, and then twisted the white child, and when he was thinking about it, the pavilion shook slightly.

The chess baskets on both sides of the black jade chessboard unfortunately toppled over, and the black and white were confused, and it was a mess.

The middle-aged man who was climbing to the top of the pavilion happened to catch a glimpse of this scene.

"National teacher, what do you understand. Seeing that the young scribe was silent, the middle-aged man spoke in a low voice.

"Heaven and man have eight phases, and those who get one can rise to the top. The little prince was born with a double phase, and his personality has gone beyond the scope of what can be deduced by the way of strange people. Yuan Tiangang, who looked like a teenager when he was established, shook his head and didn't look at the messy Moyu chessboard.

"The little prince's hexagram does not belong to the sixty-four hexagrams, so the name contains the word Yi, which is to take the sum of the sixty-four hexagrams, and seek one to make it easy. Yuan Tiangang muttered to himself, "Although it is not easy to change your life against the sky, Your Majesty does not need to work too hard. ”

"Qijiang is in trouble, you should cross it. Yuan Tiangang smiled and shook the feather fan, "After signing the covenant of Qijiang, and having that escort, if Your Majesty still can't let go of his heart, he can let the old blind man make an exception again, and he will definitely be able to ensure that the little prince is worry-free." ”

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Speaking of the old monk with his eyes closed and beckoning, Xiao Yi seemed to hear the ethereal sound of Buddha swirling from the sky.

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you going?"

In a trance, he actually came to the old monk.

The old monk was dressed in a yellowed robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and slowly spoke.

"What are you looking for? ”

Almost subconsciously, His Royal Highness the Little Prince said slightly, "I'm here to find pear blossoms." ”

As soon as the words fell, time seemed to stand still.

The old monk smiled slightly, and his free hand pointed at the eyebrows of His Royal Highness the Little Prince.

At that moment, the two haters were in the way, but they found that they couldn't move at all.

A finger fell, and His Royal Highness the little prince had a pale white pear blossom in his eyebrows.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and looked at the little prince.

"The old man knows what the little benefactor is really looking for. It's not a pear blossom, it's a ......"

"Immortality!"

Those eyes contain too much, all-encompassing, like the vast starry sky, endless mystery, endless incredible, although it is only a glance, it makes people's minds roar.

The young prince hurriedly looked away, not daring to continue looking, and took a deep look and sincerely admired, "The master is really a monk." ”

The old monk smiled, "Your Highness wants to find immortality, and the old man can't give it, but the old man can give His Highness another thing, and I hope to make a good fate, so that my unsuccessful apprentice can enter this pagoda to see it." ”

As he spoke, he handed over the copper bowl, and the little prince involuntarily took it.

There is clear water in the bowl, and there is a green lotus.

With the laughter of the old monk, "The old man will give you a green lotus for the little prince." ”