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Southern suburbs of Chang'an, Ci'en Temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

West Courtyard Floating Massage, Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Every year after the imperial examination, there will be new scholars, three or five groups come here to watch and play. Or you can visit the ancient temple and find a secluded place. You can also climb the tower, overlook Chang'an by the railing.

However, the most important of them is the "Wild Goose Pagoda Inscription".

Those who are in the middle of the rank can inscribe their names under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, I don't know when the rule arose, but it has become a custom to visit the Big Wild Goose Pagoda after the title of the gold list.

There is a saying that "the famous title of the wild goose pagoda is on the gold list, and the world is rising!"

Pan Yu stands on top of the seven-story wild goose pagoda and looks south by the railing. The wind danced in his clothes, but there was surprisingly no one around.

The other Jinshi are all enjoying the pleasure of overlooking Chang'an on the other side, how can they come to see this vast mountain.

But immediately someone will notice her existence and step forward to say Mr. Pan, or Master Pan!

She also blended into the crowd and pointed out this historic site for everyone. Or you have to cater to it, or you have to praise it.

She took it in stride, and inadvertently, glanced back. The mountains are insignificant, and there are no wild geese in sight.

Coming to the tower, the monks in the temple have already prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, for the inscription of the Jinshi.

The scholars held the pen one by one, inscribed their names and fonts, and wrote carefully and neatly. If you are a prime minister, you may be famous for the ages at this moment.

It's just that through the ages, when future generations visit historic sites and call friends, will they really notice whose name is densely left on the wall at that moment?

Pan Yu wrote it in one stroke, leaving the words "Pan Yu character Mingyu" on the white paper, the handwriting is beautiful and beautiful, and the original feminine spirit has been eliminated. If Wang Wenrui is here, he will also praise him.

Some people sighed, it's a pity that Xu Xian went on an errand, and didn't wait until this time, otherwise maybe he could take advantage of this Yaxing to write a poem.

Pan Yu held the pen again, thought for a moment, wrote down "Xu Xianzi Chinese", examined it for a long time, and then handed it to the monks waiting on the side.

When visiting the monastery, Pan Yu found time to visit the abbot master of Ci'en Temple, which was the biggest purpose of her trip.

In the meditation room, the thin old monk sat cross-legged on the futon, but his hands were not in his abdomen like ordinary monks meditating, but casually holding their ankles. The posture is not straight and upright, but rickety. But he was wearing an extremely gorgeous robe, as if he was wrapped in silk and satin with dead wood, which was quite strange to describe.

Even a lay disciple can accuse him of not understanding Buddhist rituals, but this old monk is the abbot master of Ci'en Temple.

Sandalwood curled with smoke, and it was clear that the old monk should have entered the solemn scene, but there was no dignified and solemn meaning on his face, but a smile. That smile is not the kind of smile of clear and thorough comprehension, but more like the smile of a child who steals candy and a poor man goes out to pick up a big ingot.

This scene gives Pan Yu the feeling that it is like a child stealing a monk's robe and learning to meditate as a monk, but he can't learn it, and he still feels very funny and proud in his heart, and he wants to laugh and hold back.

In addition, his head is smooth and slippery, not only does he have no hair, but he also has no beard, which is even more funny, which really makes people feel disrespectful.

Pan Yu was slightly annoyed in her heart, after she entered the meditation room, she took out the words that had been prepared for a long time, and said it to herself, and even opened a very high increase, but since she came in, it has been half an hour now, and the monk just didn't say a word.

No matter who any dignitary wants to see this abbot master, he must first donate 500 taels. And I can't talk to him about meditation when I see him, because this abbot master has always laughed and never spoke, and it is said that he practiced closed-mouth meditation, and it is said that he has not spoken a word for ten years now.

Of course, it is said that many pilgrims have learned some profound Buddhist teachings from his smile.

"Master Fashan, I know that what you are practicing is closed-mouth meditation, but if you have any meaning, you might as well write it down with a pen and make it clear below. ”

Fashan slowly opened one eye, and even those eyes were full of smiles, but he suddenly spoke: "Prince Pan, what have you learned from the rich monk's smile?"

Pan Yu was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you practicing closed-mouth meditation?" It is said that the monk who has not spoken a word for ten years actually spoke.

Fa Shan blinked, "Didn't you already practice for half an hour just now?"

Pan Yu said: "Then dare to ask, what is a rich monk?"

Fa Shan said as a matter of course: "The poor monk is to say that those poor monks who beg for food everywhere, I am the presiding officer of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing, of course I am a rich monk." ”

Pan Yu was speechless for a while, but I don't know how many "poor monks" would make a big mistake when they heard this, and they had the urge to slap the bowl on his face. But since this monk is greedy for money and good things, it is easy to deal with.

"Master, what do you think of the proposal below?" she had already offered a price that was not low, so that the monk would change his mind and approve of Rou Jia's marriage to her. It's just that she doesn't understand why the shrewd and wise queen would worship such a shiko, and even change her original decision for the sake of a monk's words.

"Prince Pan, you haven't answered, what did you understand from the laughter of the rich monk?"

Pan Yu glanced at him and said lightly: "The master has profound Buddhism and understands the world, so he naturally wants to laugh at the ridiculous people in the world!"

"Liar!"

Pan Yu changed his way of saying it again, but what he got was still only these two words "false"!

After doing this again and again, Pan Yu finally lost his patience and suddenly got up, "I don't think you look like a monk, but like a thief." Then he walked away.

Fashan laughed, "Tell the truth! Prince Pan, please stay, your proposal, the rich monk agreed." ”

Pan Yu stopped and looked back, took out a brocade box full of silver tickets from his bosom and threw it on the futon, "Then please ask the abbot to speak up, don't be used by the villain anymore, blind the listeners, and let you get your wishes, and say that you have another thanks." ”

"How do you know that the rich monk is not speaking up?"

"You!"

Fa Shan said slowly: "If Pan Yuruo marries Princess Roujia, Yin and Yang cannot be harmonized, and it is feared that there will be unforeseen disasters!"

Pan Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Fa Shan looked at him left and right, and just smiled and said: "People outside the square, how can they interfere in the affairs of the party, there is no need for the rich monk to say more, your wish has been fulfilled." ”

Pan Yu pondered for a moment, and arched his hand: "Then thank you for the master's kindness." ”

Fashan ordered the hospitality monk and said: "Come, give the best goose meat pickled by the abbot to Prince Pan an altar." ”

Facing Pan Yu's strange gaze, Fashan put his hands together, "The poor monk is practicing Hinayana Buddhism. ”

Pan Yu nodded, she was well-read, so she naturally knew. In Theravada Buddhism, you can eat the three pure foods, namely geese, deer, and calves, which are not considered to be offending. But in this era, very few Buddhist disciples practice Hinayana Buddhism.

And she secretly wondered that this monk would practice closed-mouth meditation if he didn't want to speak, and practice Hinayana Buddhism if he wanted to eat meat.

At the moment when Pan Yu was about to leave, Fashan suddenly said with a smile: "That's right, the rich monk cultivates the Great Joy Zen, but it has nothing to do with women." If you can get rid of all your troubles, you will have the mystery of great joy. If you always rejoice in your heart, you don't want to give it to a Buddha. ”

Pan Yu's footsteps stopped, and he went out without looking back.

Fa Shan weighed the brocade box in his hand and said with a smile: "Prince Liang sent a thousand taels of gold, Prince Pan sent a thousand taels of silver, I, a rich monk, just can't be poor if I want to." ”

Looking out the window, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda reaches into the sky. I can't help but think that a long time ago, a monk in a monastery believed in Theravada Buddhism. One day, a flock of geese flew in the air, and a monk saw a flock of geese and said, "Everyone has nothing to eat today, and the Buddha should know that we are hungry!" Before the words fell, a goose fell to death in front of the monk, and he was pleasantly surprised, and told all the monks in the temple that this was the Buddha who was educating them. In the place where the geese fell, the tower was built with a grand ceremony to bury the geese, and named the wild goose pagoda.

At that time, the joy in the hearts of the monks was for the Buddha or for the flesh, or in other words, what was the difference between the two?

If there is eternal happiness in the heart, why should there be eternal life outside the body?

As soon as Pan Yu returned home, he received new news from the palace. The queen mother has made up her mind to marry Princess Roujia to Pan Yu. Compared with the ethereal words of the child, the queen still trusts her own judgment more.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ in the small courtyard in the middle of Zhongnan Mountain, Xu Xian stood up from his chair and arched his hand: "Brother Zhong, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The billowing black smoke stopped, gradually diffused and converged, revealing the human form in it, Zhong Kui strode over, held Xu Xian's hand, and said in surprise: "Brother Xu, why are you here?"

"I have been ordered to take care of your funeral for you, and now that the funeral is over, I am about to leave. Xu Xian only felt that the spiritual power in his body was more pure, and he knew that he probably had some adventures, but it was not the time to say this. "Your sister is inside, go check it out!"

Before Xu Xian's words fell, he heard an exclamation behind him, "Brother!"

It turned out that Zhong Li heard the sound, rushed out of the door, held on to the porch, and looked at Zhong Kui in disbelief.

When Zhong Kui saw his long-lost relatives, he was also stirred in his heart, "Xiao Li, I'm back." ”

Zhong Li's eyes were red, and his voice trembled, "You...... You're really not dead?!" I tried to reach out and touch Zhong Kui's hand, only to feel that it was no different from a living person, not like a ghost at all, and only then did I really understand what Xu Xian said.

Zhong Kui sighed: "This is a long story, and it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise! I will definitely take good care of you in the future." He is now a cultivator, no longer a poor scholar, and he is very confident in saying this.

Zhong Li suddenly became angry and said: "If you want to die, you will die, if you want to live, you will live, who will take care of you, and what have you taken care of me?" turned around and ran back to the house, but a few tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Zhong Kui was stunned and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Xu Xian and motioned for Yun Yan to go in to comfort Zhong Li.

Xu Xian saw that Zhong Kui was reprimanded by his sister for a few words, and he was a little disgraced and speechless, and the majestic feeling just now disappeared completely, and he sighed with a smile: "Brother Zhong, you committed suicide for the sake of a moment of anger, and you gave up your sister to be alone, it is not the husband's doing, no wonder she is angry!"

Zhong Kui's face was flushed, but fortunately, his face was dark and couldn't show it, so he only said: "Brother Xu taught the most, Brother Xu taught the most!"

(To be continued)