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It stands to reason that this Obon Festival Festival should have many old acquaintances of Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan, but along the way, except for a new acquaintance Wang Kaizhi, he has never met half an acquaintance.

At first glance, it seems a little unexpected, but when you think about it, it makes sense.

At this time, Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan are still in the outer part of the huge Buddhist ancestral garden, and most of them are loose cultivators holding third-class invitations.

After the husband and wife visited several well-known scenic spots in a row, they began to walk towards the temple, and when they arrived here, they could no longer move around at will, and could only be led by the monk who knew the guest, and was responsible for guiding Xu Beiyou and Xiao Zhinan, who was a young monk, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, white skin and white teeth, and a little bit of femininity, but he was not half feminine, wearing a monk's robe, and he was a little more handsome than the dragon king who was imprisoned by Xu Beiyou.

At this time, it was an autumn day, and the gentle autumn wind blew, bringing up the monk's robe on his body, adding a bit of dust to him.

The young man led the husband and wife into the depths of the Buddhist gate, less of the hustle and bustle of the people outside, and suddenly had a sense of tranquility, all the way, everywhere historic sites, even if it is a tree, it has a history of at least hundreds of years, so that Xu Beiyou admires it and sighs that it is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple.

Looking at today's sect, Xu Beiyou has been to the general pavilion of Tianji Pavilion, but it is an inconspicuous two-story building, the real shock lies in the magnificent array deep underground, he has also been to the thirty-six islands of the Sword Sect, but unfortunately it has become a broken wall, and it is difficult to see the heyday of the year, as for the Daomen Xuandu and the Xuanjiao Dabai Mountain Qingyin Palace, he has not seen it, and today he came to the ancestral court of Buddhism, only to see the profound heritage and grandeur of the thousand-year-old sect.

The young monk led the way in front of the head without hurry, and at the same time introduced the husband and wife one by one, citing scriptures and classics, such as a number of family treasures.

Xu Beiyou saw that this monk was a little extraordinary, so he took the initiative to talk a few words, and then unconsciously mentioned the sixty-eight words that Emperor Xiao left here back then, and the twenty-eight words of Qiu Ye's response.

The young monk smiled and explained: "The words left by the Taoist master of the Dao sect back then were not actually from the mouth of the master of the sect, but from the first seat of the Great Ri Courtyard of the previous generation of my Buddhist sect. ”

Xiao Zhinan smiled, took over the conversation and said: "This old thing, but few people know about it, this elder can know about it, I think he is an extraordinary person in the temple." ”

The young monk waved his hand and said: "I don't dare to be extraordinary, but it is an ordinary Buddhist disciple's ear, if the female benefactor salutes the Buddha and respects the Dharma, she does not dislike the poor monk's Dharma, but you might as well listen to the poor monk and the two donors say some Buddha's words." ”

Xiao Zhinan glanced at Xu Beiyou, and seeing that he had no objections, he nodded and said, "Elder Lao will not hesitate to advise." ”

The young monk led the two to the shade of a centuries-old tree, pointed to two smooth cobblestones under the tree, and said, "Please also invite the two donors to sit down and talk." ”

After the husband and wife sat down, the young monk sat on the ground, the white monk's robe was not stained with half a cent of dust, just opposite the two of them, he first carefully looked at Xu Beiyou, and then opened his mouth to praise: "The atmosphere of this son is magnificent, the sword intent is high, the sword qi is prosperous, and the perfection of the sword is really rare in the life of a poor monk." ”

Xu Beiyou, who was broken by the words, didn't care, after all, he had already shown the invitation when he came to the Buddhist Gate, and it was not a secret, so he said with a normal face: "I have never used a sword, how can the elders know what is going on with the three feet in my hand? If you hear rumors outside, I am afraid it is not enough to rely on it." ”

The young monk smiled: "Words are like heavy mountains, and they are not enough. It is the so-called sword cultivation in the world to cultivate the sword sect, and the Daomen is the same vein as the sword sect, the same root and the same origin, I have heard that the Daomen has the mystical kung fu of the golden pill jade liquid longevity wine, and it is known as the golden dragon lock jade pillar when it is completed, this method is widely spread, and it has evolved into the immaculate body of the Daomen, the body of the Xiao family martial arts, and the supreme sword body of the Sword Sect, the poor monk views the main body, the hair and skin are the sword, the ten fingers are the sword, the limbs are the sword, the whole person is the sword, and the sword is hidden everywhere, the sword is hidden in the throat, the sword is hidden in the pupils, the sword is hidden in the ears, and there is also a sword qi in the hair？”

Xu Beiyou's face suddenly became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "But there are no eyes and no beads below, and I don't know the living Buddha in front of me." ”

The monk folded his hands and bowed his head and said: "Only by breaking the three poisons can you become a Buddha, and the poor monk does not dare to call himself a Buddha." ”

Xu Beiyou turned his head and glanced at Xiao Zhinan.

Xiao Zhinan nodded slightly, and then said to the young monk: "The elder knows a lot about the foreign son, and if he is not an ordinary Buddhist disciple, then he must also know what my husband and wife are asking for this time, and the little woman took the liberty of asking, I wonder if the Buddhism can open the door for my husband and wife?"

The young monk looked at Xiao Zhinan and replied, "If there is a fate, it is a stone's throw away, and if there is no fate, it is the end of the world." Since the two donors are here to seek fate, why don't you ask yourself if you have a fate?"

Xiao Zhinan Zhengse said: "Good fate is fate, and bad fate is also fate. ”

The young monk smiled dumbly, "Mrs. Xiao's words were also said by Ling Zu when he visited Buddhism. ”

Xiao Zhinan frowned slightly, "Then I don't know if the ancestor and Buddhism are good or bad?"

The young monk shook his head and said, "The Buddha said, don't say it. ”

Xiao Zhinan's face was slightly gloomy, "The Buddha said, there is no self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, the elder is in Shamen, it should have been the traces of all the phases in the world, such a slang, can it be worthy of the heart?"

The young monk continued to fold his hands and said, "The disciples of Buddhism take compassion as their heart and their birth as their practice, and they are not attached to the earthly appearance, and the two benefactors are worldly people, so why should they disturb the tranquility of Buddhism with mundane things?"

Xiao Zhinan shook his head and said: "There is no obstacle in the heart, there is no fear in the way, and there is no fear in the heart, and it is far away from upside-down dreams." Since there is no obstacle to the world, and one can enter the world after birth, how can mundane things make the elders look earthly? What virtues and how can laymen dare to disturb the tranquility of Buddhism? The elders are afraid that they are too serious. ”

The young monk was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "This is a catastrophe from heaven, both of them are people in the calamity, and they are people with great cause and effect. ”

Xiao Zhinan was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "No one is at ease without self, and it is not empty or colorful. ”

The monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "If you see me with color and ask me with your voice, you are walking in an evil way, and you cannot see me." ”

Xiao Zhinan sighed and finally kept silent.

The husband and wife glanced at each other, Xu Beiyou got up from the cobblestone and bowed, "I haven't asked the elder for the Dharma name yet." ”

The young monk glanced at Xu Beiyou deeply, recited a Buddha name, and saluted: "Poor monk number, in the last autumn and the next month, I have seen the sect master of the Sword Sect." ”