At the same time, the White Horse Temple has been lit up, and the golden lotus lamp has penetrated thousands of years of wisdom and faded in front of the monks. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old monk gently closed the scripture and said, "Let's stop here today." The monks had already left, and the old monk was picking up his things, but he found that there was still a figure in the hall.

----- the monk. He grew up in the temple since he was a child, and now he is twenty-six years old.

The old monk said: "What's the fate, why did you stay this time?"

Liyuan knelt in the thin group, the corners of his eyebrows were full of Zen, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of kindness. Once you see him, you think of all the good things in the world. "The disciple doesn't know whether the Buddha is good or evil. ”

The old monk said: "You have participated in Buddhist scriptures for 26 years and learned 18 kinds of Buddhism, but you don't know whether the Buddha is good or evil?"

He said: "The Buddha purifies the world, and those who accumulate virtue can go to the Western Heaven Elysium, so the Buddha is good?"

The old monk said, "Almost." ”

He continued: "But bad people will go to the eighteenth layer of hell, and the Buddha has rebelled against the precept of the equality of all beings, and those who do not abide by their faith are bad. ”

The old monk touched his head, "This ......"

"Bad people are always killing good people, and the Buddha removed them to make the world more peaceful. In short, is it good or evil to sacrifice the lives of others in order to keep one part of the population alive?"

The old monk knocked on Yuan's head with a wooden fish mallet and reprimanded: "Your master has been reciting the Sutra for sixty years, why are you so mouthful?"

"It's just that the Dharma is boundless, and the disciple wants to understand the mystery too much, and the master has been reading for sixty years, can you solve the doubts for the disciple?"

The old monk said: "Good apprentice, I was reciting the Sutra of Sleepiness at the beginning. "That's right, the old monk took the scriptures and covered the quilt over the corner of the table, which is like studying like Yuan. Perhaps, this is really the reincarnation of the Buddha...... The old monk sighed and said, "You really want to find out?"

Yuan nodded.

The old monk said: "Go out for a walk, you understand everything." ”

He said, "Thank you, master." ”

The old monk straightened the corners of his clothes and said, "Don't thank me, thank the Buddha." ”

The fate of the hands folded, a sentence "Amitabha." ”

The old monk took out a purple gold bowl and said, "You take it, this is left by a high monk, you can use it to turn your fate." ”

Li Yuan took the purple gold bowl and said, "Actually, you can just take a porridge bowl." ”

The old monk said, "You are still young. If we take a cheap bowl, won't we become a beggar? When people see a beggar and think that the price is dropped, how can they give you food?"

The fate is gone.

There are also blue lotus lamps in the hall, and the Buddha statue silently watches his departing back. The old monk muttered: "Is the end of the rivers and lakes the heart of the Buddha?"

And said that the monk came out of the White Horse Temple, felt hungry, and saw that the Fengming Hall was bright and green, so he went to the door to turn the fate.

Diesan was in front of the hall, and when he saw a monk coming over, he was angry and laughing.

He said, "Girl, can you give a meal?"

It turned out that the monk was here to fast, and Diesan said: "Although we are Hongchen women, we will not be stingy with the Buddha, so the little master might as well go to the building to take a look, there must be wine and food." ”

"Thank you, girl. "I walked into the hall and suddenly heard the sound of the piano so beautiful.

When I looked up, it was the amorous woman playing the piano, and with a wave of her fingers, everyone in the audience was intoxicated.

When the slave finished playing, several women also handed out pens and papers in front of everyone.

Everyone was puzzled and asked, "I just heard that the girl played a song, this is the question?"

Someone laughed and said: "Hahaha! The song played by the girl is "Ask the Wine to the Sky", and Yan Meiren I have decided it. ”

The slave shook her head, "No, what's wrong with the slave playing the piano? Even if it's a syllable or a moment of hesitation, please write it on the white paper in front of you." ”

Everyone was even more confused, what was wrong with her playing so perfectly......

The women sent paper hair, and it was quickly sent to Yuan's hand.

"Female donor, although the pen and paper are plain, they are not fasting. ”

When the woman saw that she was handsome, innocent and lovely, she joked with him and said, "You monks are not serious, if you can solve the four questions, you will have the most beautiful meal in the world to enjoy." ”

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

The woman stepped back with a grin, and he carefully reflected on the sound of the piano, and already had the answer in his heart.

Hayabusa didn't say a word, and he was in trouble next to Yuan. Although he had heard the music of the qin, it was a deadly music, and he had also seen a beautiful woman playing the qin, but he was killed by a dead crow, so he still didn't know anything about music.

Seeing that the falcon was silent, he frowned, and said, "Why is this donor trapped?"

Seeing a monk emerge from the Qinglou, Falcon was startled at first, and then sighed: "Hey, I can't get past the first question." ”

Liyuan smiled slightly, and wrote the answer on the paper. Falcon looked at the answer without saying a word, was secretly taken aback, and hurriedly wrote it down with him.

Yuan said: "Donor, how does the meal you were awarded taste after answering correctly?"

Falcon didn't say a word, and said with a smile: "The best in the world." ”

Everyone handed over the paper, but saw that the masked slave on the stage had taken off her veil, what a delicate facial feature, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes were as charming as the fairy fox. She smiled slightly and said, "A total of three people can stay." ”

Everyone thought they were the three and wouldn't go.

The slave said, "Everyone, you can take a good look. She lifted the strings and snapped with a single stroke of her fingertips. Yes, this piano is a fake, and she doesn't play a syllable at all. It's just that the sound of the piano is so intoxicating that almost no one can hear it, it actually comes from behind the stage, from Yan Ruyu's amazing craftsmanship.

So it's just like what fate wrote: Everything is empty, and as Xiaofei wrote: Good piano, I don't know when Miss Yan will appreciate her face?

Everyone was naturally unconvinced, "Since you can come, people can see it, don't fool me and others!" Someone flew on the stage, this person was yellow, plain crown, and black shoes. Falcon Buyan thought that this "Xuanlongmen" was really communicative, and he still had time to come to the Qinglou to play.

The man said: "When Huang Sanbei, a disciple who entered the room under the "Xuanlong Gate", admired Yan Meiren for a long time, please get out of the way." ”

The slave said, "Eh, are you using the name of "Xuanlongmen" to intimidate us weak women?"

Huang Sanbei smiled: "I don't want to do it, but if you don't go there, you won't ......."

There was a brush suddenly stuck in his back, and Huang Sanbei was hit by this, and immediately fainted and collapsed.

The slave looked around, but couldn't see who made a move, so she had to say: "Thank you for that hero, if you don't answer correctly, please come back tomorrow." ”

The crowd reluctantly retreated, and only three people remained.

Naturally, it is Falcon Buyan, Xiaofei, and fate.

Xiao Fei has been staring at the edge, even if others can't see clearly, he can see clearly, the fingering of the brush is strong and domineering, crisp and neat, only the peerless "Broken Star Thirteen Fingers" in the White Horse Temple has such power.

Hayabusa said silently, "I thought that monks would not hurt people. ”

"Why can't the monks be righteous, and Buddhism also has a fighting holy Buddha." ”

Hayabusa said without saying, "Then what kind of Buddha are you?"

His stomach growled and said, "Ask for a Buddha." ”