At this time, the sky is dark, and the twilight is four. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The room talked happily and seemed to be harmonious.

But after a while, the Zen door was pushed open, and Mo Shaoying watched the three of them leave first, and his face showed a bit of complexity.

In fact, through this secret meeting, Mo Shaoying's impression of this emperor has changed a lot, at least he feels that there is no need for this son of heaven to come here to deceive him at risk, so since it is a cooperation that pushes the boat along the river, it is certainly worth a try.

But just as he thought before he came, after seeing his methods as the son of heaven, I can't help but wonder how much truth is contained in these words, such as how credible is the words "abdicate and make way for the virtuous"?

It's not that he spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but thinks that a person will suddenly get tired of being tired when he gets used to it?

There are very few people in this world who can see through the red dust, but this very small number of people should not include Fang Cai, the saint 'Ye Kang'.

Ask yourself, if you live on the clouds for a long time, you will never move half an inch of your ass! Therefore, it is only an expedient measure for the Son of Heaven to cooperate with me, and when King Ding'an is destroyed, the world will be decided, and he will never return the throne to Princess Xuanzhen, presumably Princess Xuanzhen did not fully trust him, otherwise how could he have brought the secret of the Seven Books vaguely.

Mo Shaoying thought like this, his eyes gradually brightened, and just as he was about to get up and leave, the little novice who had opened the door earlier in the darkness actually stopped him.

"The donor stays, and the tutor is invited. ”

Ming Ze hung his head slightly and said respectfully, the smooth round head looked like a bright "full moon" in the night.

When Mo Shaoying saw this bald little novice again, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it, as if she couldn't put it down, and said, "What are you looking for me to do?" I'm not interested in your master, I'm only interested in the female tan, and now that the female tanyue is gone, could it be that your master has secretly hidden something else that the female tanyue wants to study with me?"

Ming Ze's face showed a slight immature shyness, took a big step back, avoided Mo Shaoying's clutches, looked at Mo Shaoying with a wicked smile, folded his hands, and said innocently: "Don't be joking, Ming Ze didn't lie just now, but the female donor said so to Ming Ze." ”

"Oh!"

Mo Shaoying sighed meaningfully, and then said with a regretful face: "That's it, but this has nothing to do with me, since it's not a joint study of female Tanyue, then I don't have the patience, the Tao is not the same, the master will go!"

After that, he walked forward and made a gesture to leave, but at this time, a Buddha horn was announced in the darkness in the distance: "Amitabha, the donor is slow, there is no female color here for reference, but there is a matter to ask the donor, I don't know if I can take the step to discuss it in detail." ”

This Buddha name is like a bell, buzzing straight into Mo Shaoying's heart.

On the side, Ming Ze looked back and said in surprise: "Master, why did you come out."

An old monk with kind eyebrows and gray eyebrows gradually appeared in the shadows.

Mo Shaoying saw that he was not wearing any robe, but a linen yellow coat that looked very casual, and when he got closer, he saw him lovingly touch Ming Ze's skull, and said with a smile: "This donor has too much in his heart, it seems too heavy, and the master is worried that you are tired and can't be persuaded to move." ”

Ming Ze shook his head and wondered, "How heavy is that?" ”

The old monk said with a smile: "It is more important than Dai Zong, and the heart is about the world." ”

Ming Ze touched his head and listened to some understanding, but he still respectfully said 'oh'.

"It's not early, you go to rest first, and you have to do morning classes on the fourth watch. ”

Ming saluted again and turned to leave.

Mo Shaoying saw that the relationship between the master and apprentice was very appropriate, as if they were a pair of sons and grandchildren, so he didn't bother until the old monk turned his head to look at him, and then said: "The master personally came out to greet him, and the kid dared to disobey his fate?" ”

The inside of the chamber was extraordinarily tidy, and everything was extremely clean, except for a folded futon, except for an oil lamp placed on the ground, which was constantly flickering in the dim light.

Mo Shaoying looked left and right, and said, "Master, this person is here and here, I don't know what the so-called thing is?"

The old monk saluted and said: "The old monk is called Baimei, who has practiced in this Baiyun Temple for several years, and this morning he saw the purple qi coming from the east, and he knew that there was a distinguished guest coming to the door. And what surprised Lao Wei even more was that the four people who didn't want to come here all had various nobilities on their faces, and they all had their own fate. ”

Mo Shaoying saw that he was speaking indistinctly, as if he had something to say but was not provocative, so he looked impatient and said: "If the master has something to say, he might as well speak up." ”

The white eyebrows were bowed, and he said again: "The donor is refreshing, and the old man will have something to say." Although the middle-aged man among these people is kind on the surface, he is implied arrogant inside, and then looking at his face, he knows that he is far from being comparable to the fish and shrimp in the pool. And this kind of person has been in a high position for a long time, and he naturally does things without leakage, so no matter what you have secretly talked about in this temple this time, I believe that he will not let the monks live in Baiyun Temple!"

"Oh, do you mean that someone will kill someone, but if you tell me this, aren't you afraid that I'm the one who left me to take care of the aftermath?"

"Amitabha, the old man's cultivation is not high, but he still has a little bit of the ability to know people. ”

When Mo Shaoying heard this, he suddenly smiled and said, "What is the master going to do?"

"The old man will scatter a dry temple tonight and let him leave quietly, whether it is a blessing or a curse, each will have a good life, but the old man has practiced for many years and finally has selfish intentions, that is the rule of the little apprentice. Don't look at his young age, but the Buddha is not shallow, if he dies in the future, the apprentice comes alone to find the donor, and hopes that the donor will take him in. ”

Mo Shaoying was puzzled: "Since the master is expected to have such a catastrophe, why don't you let the little master leave with me now?"

Bai Mei said with a bitter face: "The little apprentice is very thick, but he also has an obsession with the old man, the Buddha said, it is a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, some things should come will always come, it is better to let the little apprentice accompany the old man to this last journey and teach him the last course." ”

Mo Shaoying stopped talking, and the expression on his face gradually became serious, he definitely didn't believe such in the past, but there is a good saying, people with firm beliefs are never afraid of death, and the old monk in front of him is obviously such a person.

He could hear the indifference in the white-eyed monk's tone, as if he had no fear of life and death, but he would never agree with this idea of sitting still.

It's just that he is him, and the white eyebrows are white eyebrows, and he doesn't like to impose his will on others, but at this moment, facing this old monk with white eyebrows, and the bald little monk, one looks pedantic, and the other looks innocent, but no matter how you look at it, these two masters and apprentices should not be bad people, as long as they are not bad people, Mo Shaoying plans to take care of it.

"Before, your apprentice Ming said that he couldn't be born, how to break the phase, presumably this must be taught by the master, so dare to ask the master, what should I do if I walk in the red dust but still not break the phase?"

Bai Mei smiled bitterly: "Is the donor talking about the old man?"

Mo Shaoying raised her eyebrows and didn't speak, sometimes not speaking is tantamount to acquiescence.

Master Baimei nodded, and after a while, he pointed to the oil lamp on the ground, and said, "Donor, please see, is this flickering light moving by the firelight itself, or is it moving by the wind?"

Mo Shaoying looked at the flickering lights, and said without thinking: "The fire is moved by the wind, but if there is no light, there is no wind to move, so it is not the fire that is not the wind but the heart." ”

"Amitabha, the donor can say this, he can be described as an enlightened one. Although the red dust is the cause and the broken phase is the effect, if you are obsessed with the effect, why not another cause?

All things have cause and effect, and this is thought by people, so there is no cause and effect if the mind is not moving, but although the world has a wisdom root, it will also become a wisdom obstacle because of this wisdom root, and there is no 'red dust' but because of the six thieves around him, and obsessed with 'red dust'.

The Buddha started with the 'red dust' and taught people to learn the Hinayana Buddhism cheaply, in the hope that the road could be proven! What kind of Buddha is it? The old man seems that the shit is a Buddha, and what is a broken phase, but in fact there is no such thing, and it is an obsession with the heart. ”

Mo Shaoying opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak again, he suddenly found that he had made a wrong choice, that is, to play Zen with an old monk, trying to use the Zen machine to persuade the other party, this is really asking for trouble!

He wanted to shave his ears.

Of course, he understood the truth of this sentence, but it was precisely because he understood it that he couldn't refute it, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find out where the wrong point was.

This made him a little crazy, and he couldn't help waving his hand and said: "Okay, okay, you are a master, everything you say is right, everything is right, then the kid has another problem." ”

"Donor, please. ”

Mo Shaoying stretched out his thumb and index finger and rubbed it, his eyes looked a little ambiguous, and said, "Then what good is it for me to promise the master?"

This sentence directly knocked Mo Shaoying's image back to its original shape in an instant, and the actions before and after were judged like two people.

Bai Mei shook his head again and again and smiled bitterly, and then took out two yellowed booklets from under the futon and handed them to the front and said: "The old man Guan donor often has a faint anger between the eyebrows, it should be invaded by yin and evil, the commentary on this "Diamond Sutra" is the work of the old man's life, which can help the donor to calm the anger in his heart, and the other nameless book records that it is a rough kung fu of this temple, but unfortunately the old man does not like the faint evil spirit that appears between the lines in this book, so he did not consult the commentary, if the donor likes it, he can understand it by himself. ”

Mo Shaoying's eyes lit up, and after taking the two books, he couldn't wait to open the nameless book and hurriedly take a look, and then closed it again, and said with a solemn face: "The master's good intentions, the kid is very troublesome, so it's better for the master to take Ming Ze and go with me." Don't worry, if I am within five feet, that person will never dare to touch the two of you. ”

This was said with too much confidence, but after thinking about it, the Son of Heaven had a request for him, and if he took these two with him, it seemed that he really couldn't do anything to the two of them.

Thinking like this, I thought that the white eyebrows would gladly agree, but the white eyebrows monk insisted: "This catastrophe is a blessing or a curse, and the donor's kindness is understood, and the time is not early, and the temple will not leave the donor to rest, please do it." ”

Mo Shaoying didn't understand why the white-eyed monk was so resolute, but he didn't want to ask more questions after the matter came to this point, so he clasped his fists and said: "That is the case, the master is precious, as for the entrusted matter, this place is only a few miles away from Luoyang, if there is something to do, you can take Ming to take refuge in the Luoyang General's Mansion first, and someone will receive you at that time." ”

A commandment, the two of them parted.

The white-eyed monk sent Mo Shaoying out of the temple gate, but the latter went around in a circle and did not leave, since the white-eyed who could not persuade the donkey's temper to leave with him verbally, then the only way to do it was trouble.

Didn't he say that someone would assassinate them tonight? Then I'll wait until dawn to leave!

Mo Shaoying thought of it, but not long after he turned around, he suddenly saw that the night in front of him suddenly brightened, and there was a thin wisp of smoke penetrating the starry sky at night.

Mo Shaoying sighed in his heart, and then hurried back at a speed several times over, and when he finally came to the top temple, he saw that the temple was already full of raging fires, like a bright torch in the night!

Mo Shaoying looked at everything in a daze, and didn't know what to say, this was the third time in just an hour that there was silence, this happened too fast, too suddenly!

Who burns the temple with what purpose?

What kind of person can make such a big fire in the time when he has just walked half a pillar of incense?

Who can hide his ears and eyes from the temple and never leave?

Emperor!

Yes, only the minions of the Son of Heaven can do this!

"Hmph! None of them are good!"

The flames in the temple were soaring, Mo Shaoying's face was already sinking like water, he clenched his fists and waited like this, and waited until the fire burned to dawn, but he did not wait for even half a figure to appear.

He clenched the scroll in his hand tightly, sighed heavily, bowed respectfully to the ruins of the temple, and bowed again, and suddenly put away his indignation, and went away with the morning mist.