In fact, there are three levels, just one level, Dinghai.

The so-called deep love, the responsibility, the monk Wuzen made a big mistake this time, and Dinghai wanted him to face the wall for ten years.

Of course, Dinghai is reluctant.

No matter what Dinghai says, no matter what Dinghai does, no matter how big the old monk Dinghai is, no matter how angry Dinghai is after knowing that Wuzen drinks wine, eats meat, gets married, fights, fights, hurts others and harms himself, Monk Wuzen is the favorite of the old monk Dinghai after all. Wu Chan returned to Nanshan, the two of them hugged their heads and cried, Wu Chan seemed to have been greatly wronged, and Dinghai was soft and soft-spoken, and was used to coaxing and petting-

The culprit, the culprit, and someone else.

Wuzen is innocent, instigated, unintentional, Dinghai old monk heart like a mirror.

Monk Lingxiu pushed the responsibility away!

Therefore, there is no Zen facing the wall, and no Zen is practicing, and the golden pill is successful, making it stable.

Angry is angry, and the heart is also happy, and the martial arts without Zen are entering the realm for thousands of miles a day, which is the happiest thing in Dinghai.

In fact, if Daoist Fang wants to see Wuzen, it's just a big fart.

The monk Wuzen is not a relative of the emperor, nor is he from this or that, but an ordinary monk.

But in Dinghai's mind, all things related to non-Zen are great things.

Finally, Fang Yin passed.

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, as a descendant of Confucianism, the old monk of Dinghai will give the old master this face after all.

After Lingxiu's thousands of pleas, after thousands of good words.

Fang Yin slept for another night, recuperated his spirits, and went to see Wuzen.

Dinghai leads the way, and Dinghai is not at ease.

In the early morning, refreshed, fresh air, and fragrant grass and trees made Fang Yin return to the past again. The rocks on both sides of the mountain path are craggy, the trees on the left and right are tall and towering, the wind blows thousands of leaves, and the cicadas and birds on the trees and the insects under the trees sing happily. Drops of morning dew are condensed on the leaves of the grass, and when the sun reflects, it becomes more and more crystal clear. The dew drops are like a little tears, pouring out the shortness of life, and the dewdrops are like hearts, welcoming the morning sun and swaying the splendor of life.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the sun is rising, and there is a little Taoist priest walking in the mountains, and the hairpin is obliquely pulling the wild air in the wilderness.

There was an old monk walking in front of him, short and thin, muffled.

Yes, this is not the mountain of Shangqing, this is the mountain of Nanshan, Fang Yin This is in Nanshan.

But I saw a flower and a world, but I saw a leaf and a Bodhi, and I didn't see a thousand flowers and leaves, and I saw no Zen my brother!

In fact, Boss Fang doesn't have much deep feelings for Wuzen.

It's just a complex, three points of concern, and that's it.

But when Fang Yin came to the cave without a Zen wall, in front of the entrance of the cave, his heart was already pounding, he was looking forward to it, and he was extremely urgent!

"No Zen! I'm coming!"

The entrance to the cave was a jar of clear water, full.

The entrance to the cave was a basket of dried buns, full.

"Seven days, seven nights, no eating, no drinking!" Ding Hai said four sentences in a row, and proudly concluded: "Facing the wall, very good!"

It seems that a monk without Zen is about to become a Buddha if he does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Fang Yin had nothing to say, and he didn't wait to say anything, he pushed aside the vine kudzu with his hand, poked his head into the cave, and looked-

It was damp and cold, and it was dark, and there were few people in sight.

"No Zen, no Zen?" Fang Yin held his breath and only called in his heart.

Yes, Fang Yin can't disturb the practice of Wuzen, Lai Neng has already said it: you can't say it, you can only watch it!

Nor shall they come near.

Finally, the light slowly adapted to Fang Yin's eyes, and finally, Fang Yin saw the figure sitting upright.

Finally, I saw that it was Wuzen!

Wu Chan's appearance was blurry, Wu Chan's face was faint, but there was a bald head that was faintly bright, and the sun generally stabbed Fang Yin's eyes! It was Wu Chan, it was Wu Chan, Wu Chan had grown taller and grown, and he was no longer the little monk who was jumping around. That's not no Zen, that's not the no Zen in Fang Yin's impression, he is sitting with his eyes closed, not hearing and not moving, like a stone, and his figure in the darkness is so silent, and majestic!

Without Zen, are you tired?

No Zen, are you hungry?

Without Zen, what are you doing?

Without Zen, do you know what you're doing?

Without Zen, did you sit like this for seven days and seven nights?

Wu Chan, Fang Yin is here, Fang Yin has come to see you, do you know?

With just one glance, Fang Yin knew that his own family was never as good as Wuzen. With this meditation alone, Fang Yin couldn't do it anyway. It's ridiculous that when I came here, I still wanted to divide the ranks, but at this time, I thought about it like crazy! Fang Yin is not as good as Wuzen, less than one in ten thousand! How did Wuzen do it? How did Fang Yin do it? What was Fang Yin doing when Wuzen was suffering and suffering and shedding tears and blood? What was Fang Yin doing when Wuzen was practicing alone in the cave facing the wall day and night?

The two brothers are close to the end of the world.

Fang Yin saw his Wuzen brother, but he couldn't face himself.

Brother Fang Yin, who didn't see him, had already told him.

Past. Future.

Nanshan, Zen Buddhism, is really worth the trip.

"No Zen, no Zen!" Fang Yin turned his face, already in tears: "Thank you, Wu Zen!"

Fang Yin turned around, his clothes were already wet with tears: "Goodbye, Wuzen, my brother!"

Stop talking, hide your face, and run away!

Dinghai was stunned.

Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically! Electricity rushed into the cave!

After a while, he came out, his face was indignant, and his face was gloomy: "Scared to death!"

Dinghai said three words in one breath, if the monks of Nanshan Zen heard it, they would be scared to death.

......

"Master Lingxiu, Fang Yin said goodbye. ”

"Master Lingshi, Fang Yin said goodbye. ”

"Master Kongwen, Fang Yin said goodbye. ”

Daoist Fang said to go, just after seeing Wuzen.

Before leaving, Fang Yin only went to see three people, Monk Lingxiu, Monk Lingshi, and Abbot.

Originally, there was an incompetent immortal to meet, but I heard that the incompetent immortal had been confined to the abbot of Kongwen, and cried to reflect on the truth of the head of the people's congress or the gatekeeper's people's congress.

When leaving, not seeing the incompetent monk was the most regrettable thing for Daoist Fang.

"Don't go to the mountain gate, there are tigers in the mountain gate. The abbot of Kongwen made a joke very rarely, in fact, the Taoist priest refused to become a monk even if he died, which is the most regrettable thing for the abbot of Kongwen: "All laws are one, and the laws are different." ”

"Master Fang. In fact, the most regrettable thing is Master Lingshi, just because Lingshi's most proud apprentice Wuzen monk: "Next time you come, you will compete with Wuzen." ”

"Fang Yin, Fang Yin. In fact, in the final analysis, the most regrettable thing is Lingxiu, Lingxiu monk still has a lot of words that he has not had time to say, such as Xiao Fangzi's life experience: "You have to remember what I said." ”

Fang Yin didn't speak, Fang Yin kept crying.

It is said that it is sorrowful, it is said that it is reluctant, but it is not all, why is it so sad?

It's not that I'm angry, it's not that I'm not convinced, but there are some, and I will have my own way!

The chanting in his ears was melodious, and the sacred hall in his heart, Fang Yin said goodbye with a smile in his eyes, Fang Yin wanted to go to a place.

-- In the barren land of the extreme west of the desert, there is an ancient temple, if you have the heart, you might as well go and take a look, the sixth word I said is there.

Master Lingxiu said that he had not been to that place, but he knew what it was.

But Lingxiu didn't say it, just like the old master.

Just say: When you see that word, all wishes will be granted.

Suddenly looking back, Nanshan was in sight, but there was no one in sight, only chanting Sanskrit chanting-

There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south.

Fang Yin walked away alone, and Fang Yin Jian picked up his bags.

Looking back at the South Mountain in front, in the blink of an eye the South Mountain is behind, not asking about the front and back of the mountain, just looking at the road in front of the road -

I'm going to go!

The footsteps of youth are unstoppable, indelible is the ideal in my heart, I am a little passerby between heaven and earth, sad and sad, ridiculous and pitiful, but I will never forget-

For example, there is no Zen.

In fact, there are three levels, just one level, and the love level.

Since then, he has been wearing a green shirt, walking in the white water of Montenegro, sleeping in the open without suffering, and the clouds are passing by for thousands of miles.

......

Of course, when it comes to regrets, the most regrettable thing has to say that it is a Zen monk.