Zhuo Yifan finally rushed to the Bodhi Temple after a hard time, looking at the huge courtyard wall, he looked quietly, looked up and sighed: "This Bodhi Temple, I don't know how many years it has stood in the wind and rain, looking at the old ancient wall and lintel, it must have been a long time." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Hey, seeing all the prosperity, it is also a great joy in life to come to this place to calm down. Zhuo Yifan chuckled at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw a monk in a white robe, sitting quietly facing a Bodhi tree.

The wind shakes the leaves, the leaves shake sound, the shade of the trees in the sun, on his white Zen robe, swinging back and forth, he seems to be a rock that cannot be weathered for thousands of years, and his majestic body stands proudly and self-reliantly.

Zhuo Yifan recognized it at a glance, this was the old monk who converted him to Buddhism, although this was the second time he met him, he remembered his face very clearly, and for some reason, there was a feeling that made him familiar.

The long beard under his chin is like a brush that has not been stained with ink, and it is very transparent in the light of the snowflakes.

Seeing that he was motionless, Zhuo Yifan smiled, he still remembered the last time the old monk suddenly turned around and scared him, so he took the opportunity to trick him.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan held his breath tightly and tiptoed over.

"Hey, old monk, I'm here again!" Zhuo Yifan walked to a distance of two steps, suddenly jumped in front of the old monk, and shouted at him.

But surprisingly, Zhuo Yifan himself was surprised, the old monk was not frightened by him as he imagined, but still closed his eyes calmly, as if the shout was shouted by a dumb person.

It was the first time Zhuo Yifan had encountered this situation, obviously he was tricking others, but now he felt a little tricked by others. His eyes were furrowed, and he was a little upset with an air of disappointment.

"Hey, old monk, I'm here!" Zhuo Yifan raised two more decibels.

The old monk still didn't speak, he didn't even open his eyes, and his expression was still unfazed.

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help it now, he stared at a pair of big eyes, and he was so angry that he was about to be mad at him, but the other party was a monk and he was relatively old, thinking about doing something to an older monk, it was not a gentleman's doing, so he secretly gritted his teeth and gave up.

Zhuo Yifan stretched out his head to look at the old monk, and saw that the old monk's face did not have a trace of expression, and the withered veins were tightly stacked together, like water lines stirred up on the surface of a lake.

He was stunned for a moment, this old monk will not die, as soon as this thought came out, Zhuo Yifan seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water all over his body, and the coldness went straight to his head, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Zhuo Yifan could hear his own breathing and heartbeat at this time, he swallowed his saliva, secretly puffed up a breath, approached forward, and slowly stretched out his hand in front of the old monk's nose to test the breath in front of his nose.

His outstretched hand trembled a little, his face turned pale, and when his hand reached his nose, he suddenly found that the old monk really didn't have any flowing breath at all.

"Ahh......h

In an instant, all the peace fell to the bottom of fear, all this came too fast, and before he could react to his emotions, An Ran's expression could only lose color.

Just when Zhuo Yifan's distracting thoughts were born, the old monk's closed eyes suddenly opened, like two bottomless black wells, a dark gray whirlpool, like a gushing out of a pool of well water, scattered in his eyes.

"Oops!" Zhuo Yifan was so frightened that he suddenly stumbled backwards.

"Donor, you're here!" the old monk said quietly.

After speaking, the wrinkled face lines rippled, and even the light refracted by those eyes was suddenly different from the one just now.

Zhuo Yifan put his hands on his chest, his pupils shrunk slightly, and said, "Old monk, don't scare me." ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the old man is not dead. ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his face was even more panicked, he had personally checked it just now, and the old monk had no breath, and now he suddenly opened his eyes, and told himself in person that he was not dead, which made Zhuo Yifan very unacceptable, and he was looking at the old monk with an expression of disbelief at this time.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the old man was just meditating with his eyes closed. The old monk smiled slightly, and then slowly stood up.

Zhuo Yifan, who was not far away, was startled again, and said in a low voice: "You...... You're really not dead?"

"Amitabha, monks don't talk nonsense, life and death are natural things, everyone will face this, why should the donor be greedy for life, and worry about death!" The old monk didn't have too much expression on his face, just lowered his head slightly.

"How is it possible?" Zhuo Yifan's eyebrows were suspicious, looking stunned.

"Buddhism pays attention to pure cultivation, does not sink the heart with distracting thoughts, Bodhidharma faces the wall for nine years, the shape is like the four elements of the stone god, the person who meditates and cultivates, allows all things to converge into one, and private thoughts sink by themselves. After the old monk finished speaking, a pair of wise eyes turned to Zhuo Yifan.

Then the corner of his mouth smiled slightly, and said, "Donor, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his eyes were stunned, and he didn't know how to talk, but he just casually said: "Oh, yes! ”

"The donor came this time, I wonder if it was to end the last thing?" said the old monk.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the old monk, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and his expression moved slightly: "Old monk, what's the matter? I don't remember!" After saying this, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel a little weak, and glanced at him again, not daring to look at him.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's erratic eyes, the old monk stroked the Zen beads on his chest and smiled: "Oh, I didn't expect the donor to be so young, and his memory is not as good as that of the old man!"

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he felt that the old monk was a little sarcastic about himself, and he couldn't help but be a little angry, "Hey, old monk, what's wrong with poor memory, what does this have to do with you?"

The old monk stepped forward and walked a few steps, and said leisurely: "Cultivators, Pudu is the upheaval of all people's seven emotions and six desires, and hatred is the most difficult among the seven emotions and six desires. ”

Zhuo Yifan's face sank, and he waved his hand and said: "Old monk, you are sick! You are just an old monk who guards the door, you are not good at watching the door here, you will save people all over the world at every turn, you think you are a Buddha!"

When the old monk heard this, his face was also stunned, and he hurriedly recited with his head: "Amitabha, what a sin. ”

For cultivators, the most fearful thing is not to offend the spiritual leader of the practice, and the spiritual leader of the monk is naturally the Buddha Shakyamuni, who has boundless power.

Zhuo Yifan saw that the old monk's face was flustered, and he no longer spoke to himself, but just recited the scriptures silently by himself, and suddenly smiled.

He secretly joked: "It turns out that the monk is afraid of the Buddha." ”

The old monk saw Zhuo Yifan smiling with a smile on his face, and shook his head helplessly, and was also speechless to him.

He turned around and walked to the foot of the Bodhi tree, sat cross-legged, and then his eyes closed slightly, and the low scriptures came in bursts, making Zhuo Yifan behind him also have a big head.