These words and deeds of Master Ku, from the perspective of ordinary days, are inevitably suspected of being strong and fake, and they are inevitably pretending. But his three sentences of "sigh", naturally, the Zen sound reaches the hearts of the people, the wind is light at night, and the cold child is quickly infected, and the sadness comes from it, and the sadness seems to hide some kind of expectation, so it is mixed together, and the sadness does not know what the sorrow is, and the hope does not know what to look forward to, and the meaning of indescribable and unclear is even worse. It's uncomfortable. Simply Xuan Han forged the magic trick for a moment, and as far as his sight could see, he saw through the Zen realm of the bitter master: the mountain is still a mountain, the water is still water, and the bitter master in the scholar's costume is still the bitter master.

The world is real.

The tea seeds wrapped in wind and rain crack the gaps, and a green bud sticks out, drinking the rain and eating the wind, and grows quickly.

A person and a fox behind the Mo intercession, is like a small boat drifting in the stormy waves, when the sorrow is extreme, I hate to give up everything in the world, give up all the troubles in the world, and escape into the empty door with the Zen sound, fortunately, the bitter master "Oh" woke her up; Master Ku's "sigh" in time. The state of mind was suddenly rubbed by this sound "��" as clear as a mirror, erasing the sorrow and grievances, the whole person "the clarity of the new leaves", so that the "where to come from, where will go", is no longer sad, lingering in the heart, it is a kind of "come and come, go and go" pleasure.

When she saw the green sprouts grow into a tea tree, she had the deepest understanding of the "Zen" of Master Ku.

The three people on the rainbow and Han'er were silent, focusing on the tea seedlings. After a few feet, the longer and faster, when three feet high, the whole body of green and turquoise tea. After a while, the branches of the tea tree grew horizontally, like countless vines, stretching out all around, weaving into a green hole. Blocking the entry of light, unable to see the outside, a leaf barrier, countless leaves will separate themselves from the world, probably the gimmick of "Crazy Leaves", which is the reason.

Inside, there is a fragrant fragrance.

Kufei Zen's palm is pressed against the water, and his fingers are either walking or whisking, and the sound of the ancient times echoes in this small enclosed space, loose and far away. Four strands of water fly out from the fingers, shaped like a tea cup, and four tea leaves automatically float in. Four cups of Zen tea, each flying in front of everyone's eyes, at the field of vision, only this spring leaf. The tea cup made of water is crystal clear, like flowing, and the veins on the leaf surface are still clear, like countless roads on the earth. Each one, the end is the void.

"Please have tea. "Bitter non-Zen words. He tilted his face slightly, ate whole, and chewed slowly. Intoxicated, joyful looks.

The wind is light on the night, the cold is cold, and the love is still the same. Watching them taste tea, Ku Feizen's breathing was unexpectedly nervous.

After drinking this "Crazy Eye Leaf Zen Tea", I was disappointed, not only did I not have a little tea taste, but even the stream water was very bland. The taste of tea, in addition to being fragrant, slightly bitter and slightly astringent, is a little rough when swallowed.

"How?" asked Kufei Zen with a blank eye.

Master Ku is urgent, the wind is light on the night, the cold is cold, Mo asks for love and closes his eyes and reminisces, it is still bland, it is still bitter and astringent, and even the feeling of tightness in the throat is still like this, and there is no other sense. Not to mention Zen rhyme.

Ku Fei Chan asked Han'er again: "How?"

The little fox's blue eyes, soaked in water vapor, are on the left side of the head melon, and the right side of the head is on the right side, noncommittal.

Master Ku looked at Mo and asked, "How?"

Mo Wenqing thought about it and replied: "Master is good Zen, good Zen, good Zen tea." ”

"False. "Kufei Zen faces the wind and the light night.

"No tea smell. The wind light night replied honestly: "A glass of light water." ”

Kufei Zen was overjoyed: "Yes, yes, yes! It is a glass of fresh water." "Its joy comes from the heart.

He was unusual, and Feng Qingye and others were puzzled.

Kufei Zen said to himself, explaining: "The so-called Zen is originally bland. In the world, how can there be a reason to enter tea with Zen? Drinking tea is drinking tea, drinking tea so that you forget your own self, or you have an epiphany in your heart, and you know a trace of wisdom, and then you can summarize it with Zen, is this really the case?"

This is the Zen principle that the wind is light on the night, the cold is cold, and the question cannot be answered. Master Ku didn't need them to answer, and said to himself: "Gongzi said that it is a cup of light water, this Zen, why not the same light? The poor monk entered the wrong way. ”

Feng Qingye tried to comfort him and asked, "Where is the master?"

"Don't keep your mouth shut. ”

I'm going to comfort a few words of bitter non-Zen Mo intercession, and shut up quickly.

"Fudo Zen. Master Ku said: "The non-female donor does not speak. ”

"No...... Don't move your mouth...... Zen Buddhism that doesn't speak?" Mo asked intermittently.

"Of course speaking. Master Ku said, "Well, it's up to you. The purpose of this Zen Buddhism is only six words, 'do not use your mouth, concentrate on your hands'. ”

"When you don't move your mouth or speak, you only beat people and kill people?"

Master Ku did not answer, and continued to talk about Zen before: "Therefore, the poor monk has to mention Master Yu again." One day, Master Chongyu visited a Zen temple and saw a monk meditating, and left four verses on the ground. ”

"Four sentences?"

"Of course, it is also the most famous Zen poem in the Zen lineage, 'The side door enters the temple to look for the cold mountain, and the gray-clothed monk in the apse is unbearable. The void snaps its fingers and knocks on the head, and how can it be Zen to meditate'. When the monk found Weishui Shamen, he was bound to discuss with Master Chongyu, and said that 'don't spread outside the teaching, don't set up words, point directly to people's hearts, and become a Buddha by seeing nature.' When you write those four sentences, are you considered a person in the Zen sect?'" Ku Fei Zen said, "Do you know what Master Chongyu said?"

"I don't know. ”

Master Chongyu didn't say a word. Waiting for this high monk's throat to be dry, he resigned to the water and sand gate, and Master Chongyu sent him out of the temple, saying, "You farted all the way, and then farted all the way back." Afterwards, a monk asked why, and Master Chongyu said that the so-called Zen will communicate and resonate with the heart and the heart, the heart and the matter, comprehend the wonderful principles of life, blindly eat the ancients, and fart as much as possible, do I also follow him to fart?"

"Since Master Chongyu is in front, what does Master mean by 'going astray'?" the boy said.

"Is it the right way for the poor monk to enter?"

Wandering around and around the Zen theory again! Let's go, let's go, let's go, and then learn from Master Chongyu. The wind is light on the night, Mo asks for mercy and even thinks that this Zen is good if it doesn't stand up for words. This cup of Zen tea, silent, how pleasant, drink and leave, go in their own direction, at least recall the less noisy Zen realm, the aftertaste of slightly bitter tea, as the joy of life. Linghu Qinghan remembered it with his heart.

Ku Feichan smiled strangely and said: "There is a poor monk, and it can't be right. ”

"Don't keep your mouth shut, concentrate on your hands?" Mo asked.

"Not really, but almost. ”

"The way of the Zen sword?"

"Yes. The Poor Monk and the Son...... The relationship between the two sides, for the first time, is a coincidence. This time, the poor monks can't avoid it, a big opportunity, a big opportunity. I don't use Zen Buddhism, there is a peerless swordsmanship, the poor monk has no mantle, the son enters my door, achieves the supreme sword, and enters the realm of transcendence, and Ji Yanran, the first person in the Izumo cultivation realm, will also bow down. ”

"How about Master Kendo compared to Ji Yanran's real person?" said Feng Qingye with a smile.

"Five-five. ”

"Cultivating to the level of a master, how do you know that I surpass Ji Zhenren?"

"No, my brother will never enter the Zen Buddhism of the Holy Dam, or something!" Mo Wenqing flatly refused.

Master Ku looked at the emerald green tea leaves up and down, left and right, and asked, "If you don't agree, lock us up?"

"No, put them in a cage together, and the poor monks won't go out. Ku Fei Zen said.