Fan Yuncheng hurried back to Dali Temple, and after counting the copywriting he left in the warehouse, he was relieved. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info At this time, he is most worried about the copywriting in the treasury of Dali Temple, since he discovered the mystery of this copywriting, there is a lot of worry in his heart, that Zhang Zhenyue, who has been following his side, at this time he feels unfathomable, there are too many words to say to him, and he is more shocked than surprised by the clues found in the copywriting, if the truth of his father-in-law's killing is hidden in these dusty warehouses, he will only be more sad and uneasy, his father-in-law has been able to solve the fake silver case as early as ten years ago, but he has never been able to tell the real murderer behind it, which is also a great sorrow in life。

When Fan Yuncheng arrived at Tongtai Temple, the temple door had not yet opened, there were some fallen leaves on the doorway, the valley was quiet, the birds were singing, Fan Yuncheng stood quietly outside the temple gate, remembering the time when he was a teenager, he and Ling Xiao knew and loved each other, and suddenly there was a rare sense of tranquility in his chest.

While he was enjoying this rare moment of silence, there was a soft groan from outside the mountain gate, and he opened his eyes to see a monk lying on the ground in front of the door, this monk was dark-skinned, emaciated, and seemed to have not eaten for many days. He hurried forward and lifted him up from the ground.

"Why did this master faint in front of the temple gate?"

"Amitabha...... The poor monk came to copy the scriptures for the Tongtai Temple, because he did not turn the fate in time because he hurried overnight, he was hungry in his stomach, and fainted here. ”

"Master, I have some pastries here, so I might as well prepare my hunger first. Fan Yuncheng hurriedly took out the osmanthus cake in the bamboo basket and handed it to him.

"Amitabha, thank you. The monk took the cake and ate it.

Fan Yuncheng remembered the clear water he had with him in a sheepskin bag, so he handed the water bag to the monk.

"Amitabha, the donor is so kind to the old monk, the old monk has nothing to reciprocate, I observe the face of the donor, there seem to be a lot of things that can't be let go, why don't you read a scripture and calm your emotions?" After the old monk finished eating and drinking, his spirit was far better than before, and he looked at Fan Yuncheng, who was frowning in front of him, and asked softly.

"Ah, master, I won't tell you anything, I Fan Yuncheng never believe in the matter of Buddhism, and I hope the master will forgive me. As soon as Fan Yuncheng heard that he was going to recite the scriptures to him, he hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

"Since the donor doesn't believe in Buddhism, why does he still come to the temple?" After the old monk was full, his strength recovered a little, he opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Fan Yuncheng.

"Master...... Truth be told, I have come to see my son. Fan Yuncheng's eyes moistened a little when he thought of his youngest son, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The old monk in front of him didn't know him for half a pillar of incense, but Fan Yuncheng didn't know why, and he wanted to tell him what was in his heart.

"The benefactor's son...... In the monastery?"

"Yes, my son was ordained in Tongtai Monastery. After Fan Yuncheng said this, his eyes were already moist.

The monk chanted a Buddha name: "Amitabha...... Seeing that the donor is not old, and the donor is dressed as a poor person, why should he send his children to the temple to become monks?"

Fan Yuncheng sighed, he had known this monk for less than half an hour, but for some reason, he wanted to tell this master about the bitterness in his heart.

"Master, now that I think about it, it's me Fan Yuncheng who didn't have the ability to protect my family, so I even caused my young children to become monks in the temple------ I was very ashamed in my heart, and I didn't know how to tell the master. Fan Yuncheng said in a low voice.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. The old monk read the scriptures slowly.

"What Master is reciting is the Diamond Sutra, Master------ Master, you don't know that the child is causing trouble because he can recite this Diamond Sutra. Fan Yuncheng suddenly remembered Ling Xiao, he couldn't have imagined that his wife would ask his son to recite that scripture before he got into trouble.

"Is there anything wrong with this scripture?" the old monk's tone brought a hint of doubt.

Fan Yuncheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with the scriptures, there is no mistake with the child, the fault is my emperor, he believes in Buddhism too much, so much so that a child who can recite the scriptures can accompany him to the temple to become a monk." ”

"How could there be such a thing?" the old monk looked surprised.

"Master, what is your Dharma name, and where did you come from?" Fan Yuncheng only then remembered to ask these two questions.

"The old monk's name is nameless, and he comes from ------ place" The old monk smiled slightly, "Donor, today, when the old monk is in trouble, he has to meet the donor to give him food and water, presumably he has a fate with the donor in his previous life." Today, the old monk will say a few more words to the donor, is the donor willing to listen?"

"Nameless Master, promise to be willing!"

"Why? This person has no self. No one. There are no sentient beings. The lifeless one. So what's the case. My phase is right and wrong. People are like all beings, and those who live are like right and wrong. Why. away from all appearances. It is called the Buddhas. The Buddha told Su Bodhi. If so, yes. If there are people again. Hearing is the scripture. Not frightened, not afraid. Know that people are very desirable. Why. Subodhi. Let's talk about the first paramita. i.e. not the first paramita. It is the first paramita. Subodhi. Endure the humiliation of Parami. For example, it is not to endure the humiliation of Paramita. It's a forbearant paramita. Why. Subodhi: Just as I used to cut off the body of King Gori. I'm in the middle of nowhere. There is no self. No one. There are no sentient beings. The lifeless one. Why. I was in the old days. If there is a self-appearance, a person, a sentient being, and a longevity. Hatred should arise. Subodhi. He also remembered the past and was an immortal who endured humiliation in five hundred lifetimes. Ur's life. There is no self. No one. There are no sentient beings. The lifeless one. It is so Su Bodhi. Bodhisattvas should be detached from all appearances. Developing the three bodhichitta. You should not live in lust. You should not live in the sound and fragrance of the law. There should be no place to live. If the mind has a dwelling, it is not dwelling, which is why the Buddha said that the bodhisattva's mind should not dwell in charity. Subodhi. Bodhisattvas for the benefit of all sentient beings. This should be the case with generosity. For example, all appearances. That is, right and wrong. and all living beings. i.e. non-sentient beings. Subodhi. If you are a true speaker. Truth-talker. As the talker. The one who does not speak. Those who do not speak the same language. Subodhi. As the method of income. There is no truth in this method. Subodhi. If the bodhisattva mind. Dwell in the Dharma and practice almsgiving. If a man goes into the dark, he sees nothing. If the bodhisattva's mind does not dwell on the Dharma and does charity. If a person has a purpose. The sun is shining. See all kinds of colors. Subodhi. The world to come. If there is a good man. Good woman. You can be recited here. then it is as it comes. With the wisdom of the Buddha. Know that it's human. It's human. All of them have achieved immeasurable and boundless merit. ”

"Please give me detailed advice!" Fan Yuncheng was surprised in his heart, this monk is not amazing, but he can recite the Zen "Diamond Sutra" so fluently, it seems that this person's cultivation is extremely deep. At this time, he asked the unknown master to explain the scriptures in detail, naturally because he admired him very much.

Nameless smiled slightly: "In the past, when Shakyamuni Buddha was forbearance and humiliation of immortals, King Goli cut off his body and insulted him in every way, but he never had a single thought of hatred, that is, he really lived in the land of forbearance. He begged for mercy from the Dharma Protector and the good god for him, and vowed to be the first person to cut off his limbs after becoming a Buddha - King Golly. King Golly was greatly moved and wept bitterly, hoping to become the first disciple of the Buddha after the Buddha's enlightenment, and after the Buddha attained enlightenment, he first transformed the king of Golly. It can be seen that there is no hatred or resentment in Buddhism, and there is no insoluble injustice. The donor is suffering in his heart at this time, and it is understandable that he is nameless, but the donor can resolve the anger in his heart by himself: Your underage young son, practicing in this Tongtai Temple, seems to you to be suffering from boundless pain, but in the eyes of the Buddha, he is saving for you, I wonder if the donor can accept the explanation of the old monk?"

Fan Yuncheng sat there in a daze after hearing this, and did not answer for a long time. The monk quoted the story from the scriptures, and he suddenly understood something that he had never been able to figure out before.

He stood up and bowed deeply to the nameless: "I, Fan Yuncheng, thank the nameless master for enlightening today, he will definitely discuss this Buddhist matter with you again when he is destined for the future." ”

"Fate this kind of thing, is can be met but not sought, you and I have a fate today, can sit together and talk about some Buddhist things, if he has no fate in the future, even if it is goodbye, the fate will come, the fate will be scattered, the fate will be born, and the fate will fall. ”

Fan Yuncheng's heart froze, and he hurriedly said: "What Master said is very true, it was Yuncheng who forced it just now. ”

At this time, the temple door slowly opened. The monks in the temple walked out and saw the two of them standing in front of the temple gate, chanting the Buddha's name and coming to the two: "Master, this is the unknown master, come to the temple to copy the scriptures." ”

The monk glanced at Fan Yuncheng: "May I ask the donor who came to the temple gate early, what is the matter?"

"I'm here ------ to bring some food to the children. Fan Yuncheng handed the food box in his hand to him.

The monk saw that this food box was very familiar, and he remembered something after a little hesitation: "What the donor said is Master Ziming, right?"

Fan Yuncheng heard Xiao'er's words, which had become his Dharma name at this time, and his throat couldn't help but choke a little: "It's Xiao'er." ”

"Give me the food box, and I will definitely send it to Master Ziming, but you still can't go into the temple to see him. After Master Ziming has accepted the food in the food box, I will return the food box to the donor. The monk turned to the nameless and said, "There are many monks who have been recruited by the emperor to copy the scriptures this time, I don't know who recommended you?"

"I was recommended by the abbot of Jozanji Temple. Nameless hurriedly replied.

"Jozanji Temple has indeed recommended monks who copy scriptures, so you can follow me into the temple. ”

The nameless Fan Yuncheng folded his hands, bowed and saluted, and entered the Tongtai Temple with the monk.

Fan Yuncheng stood outside the Tongtai Temple, his figure was slightly lonely, he had nothing to do at this time, he could only wait there silently for the food box to be sent out in the temple.

Yu'er, you're in the temple, are you okay?