"Master, what did you do?"

"Laugh. ”

"Why? Ha! I see, this thing is a smile, and this thing is called a smile!"

"It's called laughter, but it's also laughter. ”

"Haha, Master Mo Fight! This thing is formless, qualityless, colorless, and smellless, and it is unguardable, and it is a strange thing!"

"Nothing is there, why is it strange?"

"Master, what is it, hey! rude, rude, still curious!"

"It's nothing, but the leaves of the ink lotus, the root of Bodhi, the real person becomes its formula, and the monk hides its smell, that's it. ”

"Real people?" again.

"If it's small, it's invisible, and if it's small, it's pervasive. ”

......

As he spoke, it dawned.

A faint ray of morning light pierced the chaos of the sky, and the sky was white and pale blue, with a slight halo. Suddenly, the glow of ten thousand rays shines on the horizon, just like the heavy color rendering of light ink, lining the whiter and greener the place, which is the intersection of the oriental heaven and earth. At that time, a round of red was about to move, and the ten thousand rays of light were like sprouts, and they could no longer suppress the urge to break through the ground, and they struggled in the darkness to give birth to thousands of expectations.

Suddenly!

The dazzling brilliance, the incomparable beauty, and the splendor of that moment cannot be described in any language! What really makes people's hearts move may not be the red words, but the new life! If the alternation of day and night is the eternal way of heaven, then darkness and light are between that faint line. And the beauty that comes out is not the endless colors and countless romances, nor the touching and breathtaking grace and jumping, but the indescribable joy in the heart.

Wish.

Right here, goodbye again.

There is one in front, a road in the back, a road on the left, and a road on the right.

It is a crossroads that leads to all directions, to all directions, to the world.

The end that leads to the beginning, the beginning that leads to the end.

Guan Ling looked away, and the long whip trembled in the wind.

The little girl's whole body trembled.

Just one word.

Who planted a seed in my heart? What made the flower open in my heart? And who, why, took me into another world to give me an incomparably wonderful feeling, and gave me endless courage to stop hesitating! Yes, the little girl wants to say! Even if she knew from the beginning, it was impossible! Yes, the little girl wanted to say, even if she knew that she could not go with him to the end of the world, she would say that to him! The little girl slowly stepped forward with her head down, looked at his eyes bravely, bit her lip, and whispered.

A thousand words, turned into a sentence, still.

Unspeakable!

The monk smiled, his eyes were like spring water, the waves were soft, and he was immersed in his heart from his eyes like soft water, and he saw everyone's heart. Yes! Yes, he knows! He knows everything! He wants to say! Even if he knows, even if he understands, he will reveal that shy and precious fragrance in front of him! But he can't say it, he still can't say it, not even a word, even a word. The little girl finally couldn't hold back her joy and sorrow, threw her big pigtails and ran back, lying on her father's shoulder and crying bitterly!

Yes, everyone understands, everyone understands that even if the little girl doesn't say a word, she will expose the most secret and precious shyness in broad daylight! Finally one day, the unforgettable sourness will fade with the passage of time, fade away, fade away, but the initial sweet throbbing and the last faint melancholy at the end are forever and ever, and can never be forgotten!

For the rest of his life.

No Zen monk, don't understand.

Wu Chan saluted very politely and said goodbye, Sister Guan Ling, Uncle Guan, Brother Meng, and then followed the master with red eyes and dejected, like a little general who had just finished a big defeat. Wuzen looked back as he walked, again and again, and his eyes became even redder, and he was about to cry. The little monk really, really didn't like it, this feeling. But the little monk is going home, and Wuzen is going home! So Wuzen cried and walked and was happy again, and the little monk was happy again.

No Zen is no Zen! Throw your troubles aside! No Zen is a happy monk!

"Master, Master, why—"

"Amitabha—"

"Master, Master, why—"

"Amitabha—"

"Master, Master, why-"

"Nam no Amitabha-"

"Nanshan!Zen Buddhism!Wuzen is back—"

To the south of the Central Plains, in the vast expanse of the vast land, there stands a mountain majestically. There is only one mountain, no peaks, no pulses, and it is not very high, and it looks like a small mountain bag from a distance, so lonely and so silent. This is Nanshan. However, if you stop at the bottom of the mountain, you find that it is so majestic and broad, and so thick and solemn, standing in front of the mountain, you know that you are just like a speck of dust wrapped in a small mountain.

This is Nanshan.

What is big, what is small, what is near, what is far?

The mountain is still the same mountain, and the mountain is only seen in the blink of an eye.

If the Shangqing Mountain Range is a giant dragon connecting heaven and earth, then Nanshan is a stable Hong Zhong. Because of its simplicity, it is more magnificent, so it has a forest atmosphere that accommodates all things. It is precisely because of its loneliness that this mountain is like the body of an ancient god, silently existing in the world, and still silently witnessing the changes of the years with that endless desolation. This is Nanshan, a lonely and majestic mountain, a mountain that can also shock people's hearts, a mountain that makes people look up and worship and can draw infinite strength from it!

Ordinary and extraordinary, the mountain is still the same mountain, and seeing the mountain is just a matter of thought.

A mountain road, straight and wide, long and far.

A mountain road, paying homage to the Buddha, leads to the other side.

There are rocks and trees, flowers, grasses, insects, birds and beasts, and people on the mountain.

There are houses and houses on the mountain, there are halls and pavilions, there are eaves, there are corners, there are incense, and there are people.

There are people on the mountain, there is also Bodhidharma, the person who has passed on the incense from generation to generation on the mountain for thousands of years, there is a famous Zen Buddhism.

Nanshan Zen Buddhism, the holy land of Buddhism, is famous all over the world, and it is powerful in all directions.

"Ouch!"

"I don't have a solution, I told you not to ask, look at this hey!"

"No understanding, no relief, don't speak!

"Master, Master, Ouch, Ouch!"

"Shhh

"Oops!

"Hmm~~"

A majestic nasal sound sounded, and there was no sound again.

Except for the wind! The mountain wind blew the monk's robe, and the hula and hula sounded vigorously! The first person stood in the wind, and his thin and withered back looked so upright that it stood up to the sky and the earth, and it made people's hearts palpitate and even fear, because, he, is,

Old monk!

It seems that there is more than one monk here.

It seems that there are a lot of monks here.

To be precise, there is a large group of monks here! Mountains are made of many, many stones! The sea is made of many, many waters! Once there are too many things, they will have amazing power! For example, monks. One after another, the monks stood together densely like dumplings in a pot, which were white, bright and dazzling. Hundreds of bald heads, reflecting and refracting the skylight, forming a special and charming landscape. There is a mysterious and magical legend circulating in the world, which is incomprehensible and no one has cracked it for 800 years.

The sky above Nanshan is always brighter than elsewhere.

It can be said that the monk has a meeting, Zen Buddhism is pouring out, and there must be a big event, and a big action is going to happen!

However, the wind and waves here are calm, the birds are silent here, and even the insects here dare not scream! Because, there is an old monk here, so everyone is in danger, they dare not say a word, and they don't even dare to let go of a fart! There is no way, the old monk is the boss here, the old monk is the king here, there is really no way, the old monk's martial arts are all over the world, and it is also a big gold-lettered signboard for Nanshan Zen Buddhism to be famous all over the world, there is really really no way, because the name of the old monk is called-

Dinghai.

This is the old monk, his back is so thin and majestic, he stands straight at the top of the mountain road, gathering all the momentum and majesty there: "Pounce!" There was a sound, and suddenly! A man let out a fart! The fart was thin and long, mixed with the awe-inspiring mountain wind, so inaudible, fleeting, and not attracting the slightest attention from others. However, the old monk heard: No! No! The old monk said, "No!"

?

No!

"Hmm~~"

When it was too late, the four big monks flew out, each holding a small monk firmly with one hand, and knocked on the round bald head: "Ah-"

The little monk let out a long cry and hugged his head: "Dare to scream, knock knock!"

In the blink of an eye, eight big bags were loaded on his head, and the little monk finally cried bitterly: "Woo woo!"

"Dare to cry?

"Don't cry! Don't cry! Incompetence is not intentional!"

"Knock knock, knock!" In the blink of an eye, the little monk's head was neatly swollen with countless large bags, just like the flesh buns on the head of the Buddha. The little monk stopped crying, the little monk stopped talking, and the little monk didn't dare to make any sound anymore with a sad face. The four great monks finally nodded their heads in satisfaction. These four monks are all thick and vicious, and their faces are fleshy, and they know at a glance that they are not easy to mess with.

It's the Discipline Hall, the Four King Kongs!

Spiritual anger, spiritual anger, spiritual anger!

Also known as-

Splash Vajra! Win to Vajra! Mighty Vajra! Live Vajra forever!

It was people who were afraid of people, ghosts and ghosts, and they had to walk around when the bull head and horse noodles came: "Hey, I said you shouldn't eat so many potatoes, you can't just don't listen, this-" A little monk said in a low voice. The other little monk's face changed, and he said in a low voice: "Wuxin! Silence!" The previous little monk's face changed, and he said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Wuzhi, you are also-" The other little monk's face changed greatly, and he said in a low voice: "I didn't say! It's you-"

"Hmm!"

The nasal voice is short, vigorous and powerful! The two little monks each have a spirit, and their eyes are wide open, you look at me, I look at you, and they are about to cry! The four great vajra all came together, and raised eight big fists: "Knock knock! Knock knock!" Don't dare to cry, and don't dare to scream, the two little monks forcibly endured the sharp pain on the top of their heads, as well as the boundless remorse in their hearts! The scene was shocking! No one spoke! No one dared to move! This was a tragedy caused by a fart, and the old monk's power was too much!

"No!"

A sharp voice suddenly came in front of him, and it sounded like talking, but it was the sound of a fart! The scene was instantly silent and quiet, it was a deathly silence! Who was it? He was an old monk, and there was only one person in front of him, and that was the old monk. The monks were speechless for a while, with complicated expressions on their faces. It's him, it's him, with Zen Buddhism waiting here for three times, not letting people say a word, letting others suffer countless beatings, even if he doesn't even dare to fart, even if he himself doesn't say a word but lets go if there is a fart-

The old monk was indifferent and didn't even look back.

No! As soon as the old monk's authority is too much! He is the old monk, the old monk Dinghai, he is the uncle, he is the ancestor of the uncle, he is the ancestor of the Taishi, he is the lord of the heavens, this is the king of this land! That back stood straight in front of everyone's eyes, and no one could see the expression on the old monk's face at this time. Only the wind, the wind moved the clothes, swept over the side, found the slight rickets in the straight body, found the deep traces of time on the cheeks and forehead, found the endless worry in the eyes of the squinted old eyes and the longing for wear-

The old monk only had two words in his heart, and he was shouting silently, a thousand times, ten thousand times.

"No Zen!" the old monk suddenly roared, and jumped up with joy: "No Zen!"

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