Putting down the pen, Jingzhou picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He nodded and said to himself that this "Zen tea" was indeed a little different, especially after copying several volumes of Buddhist scriptures. When he drank this tea again, he suddenly felt "empty" in his heart. He glanced at the young monk and saw his eyes were wandering. Jing Zhou smiled and said, "Young master, are you excited?"
After seeing the portrait of Li Qiu Shui in Jianhu Palace that day, he had a clear understanding in his heart. Jing Zhou took up his pen and changed the expression of the beauty in the fan a few times, and applied his insights on the soul-transferring method to the folding fan. In the portrait, at this moment, there is a bit more change in the portrait.
If someone with a weak mind sees this portrait, he may wander into an illusion and do some indescribable things.
The little monk shook his head hurriedly, then nodded and shook his head again, and whispered: "No, no, no, the girl on the donor's fan is really beautiful, little monk, I just don't know why, but he can't forget her look after just one glance. . . ”
"Since you can't forget it, why bother? You can just use this to cultivate your Buddha mind."
"Amitabha, what the donor said is true. The young monk will leave first."
The young monk bowed and left.
As he walked on the road, he felt a little flustered. It took him a while before he calmed down.
Then I thought of the handwriting of the young man in white who copied the Buddhist scriptures. I thought it was indescribably beautiful, so I reported the matter to the abbot.
Ben is Duan Zhengming's lay uncle, so he naturally has an opinion about calligraphy and painting. After hearing what the young monk said, he also thought about it, so he went to the guest room and saw the Diamond Sutra handwritten by Jingzhou. It was really as the young monk said. In other words, you have everyone’s style.
Immediately, Benyin had the idea of letting Jingzhou keep the calligraphy treasure: "Amitabha, the word "donor" is unique and shows your character. I only took one glance and was deeply impressed. If it is convenient for the donor, please leave a calligraphy treasure. Thanks for this."
At this time, temples and Taoist temples were popular places for scholars, so whether they were plaques or pillars, the characters on them were all written by everyone.
Not only that, even the Three Treasures Pagoda of Tenryuji Temple has poems left by scholars on it.
I don’t know when it became an elegant thing for this scholar to leave calligraphy treasures in the temple.
Seeing Ben Yin's apologetic look, Jingzhou was immediately amused and said to himself: "I wonder if you still have this expression after seeing me, Master, after I learned your Duan family's Six Meridians Divine Sword. This Six Meridians Divine Sword, It's not something that can be exchanged for a pair of calligraphy treasures. I don't know if you, the monk, will still feel that you have taken advantage..."
"Since it's the master's request, what's the difficulty? It's just a matter of doing it casually."
After thinking for a while, Jing Zhou wrote a couplet.
"Thank you so much donor."
"The donor has a kind heart, is extremely generous, and sincerely worships the Buddha. He will be blessed with great blessings in the future."
Sincerely worship Buddha?
Jing Zhou couldn't help but laugh. He had never worshiped Buddha before. He just copied a Buddhist scripture to show off.
Although he was laughing at the old monk for being able to deceive others, his hand movements were not slow at all.
Benyin was spinning the beads with one hand and stroking his long beard with the other. With a smile on his face, he couldn't help but recite:
The empty mountain hears the ringing of the bell, half the mountain wind and half the day clouds
The sound of Zen is hidden in the ancient temple, and the sound of the temple drum makes one look back
He said "Okay" three times, appearing extremely satisfied, then clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have thanked the donor, but this couplet shows that this temple has inherited the Lord's kindness."
Jingzhou didn't take it seriously and returned the greeting: "Master Abbot, you're too polite. Everything happened due to fate."
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, Ben Yin was startled, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect the donor to be a person who is proficient in Buddhism."
Jingzhou laughed. He didn't know anything about Buddhism. He just read a lot of Taoist scriptures. I misunderstood, I just read some Taoist scriptures, but I know very little about Buddhism. I came to your temple this time to learn about it."
Benyin nodded and said to the young monk beside him: "The donor has great wisdom and clarity. Go and get the Diamond Sutra from my room so that the donor can understand it."
The Buddha saved the destined person. In Benyin's eyes, Jingzhou was the destined person.
The Diamond Sutra in his room contains his understanding of Buddhism, which can be said to be his understanding of Buddhism in half his life.
The old monk was so kind, which made Jingzhou feel a little embarrassed, so he simply left a few more poems, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves for a while.
After staying for two days in a row, Jingzhou left. The main reason was that the monks from Tianlong Temple were too enthusiastic towards him, which made him a little unbearable. Besides, as a Taoist priest, he spent all day playing riddles with a group of old monks who had studied Buddhist scriptures for decades, which was really tiring.
Coincidentally, as soon as he left, Tianlong Temple received a golden greeting from Jiumozhi. The originally bustling temple also closed the door at this time, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Jiumozhi's invitation can be said to have put pressure on all the old monks. Although Jiumozhi is from Tibet and lives far away in Dalun Temple in the Snowy Mountains, his name is known to a few monks.
Jiumozhi has great wisdom and is proficient in Buddhism. Every five years, he opens a forum to lecture on sutras. Eminent monks from all over Tianzhu in the Western Region gather at Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain to listen to his lectures. If such a person knows martial arts, , is definitely not a trivial matter, not to mention that he had already stated in his letter that he and Murong Bo were old friends, and he came here to learn scriptures and burn them for Murong Bo.
This letter of greeting inlaid with gold and jade even shocked the old monk Ku Rong, who had not been out for many years.
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After Duan Yu was captured by Yue Laosan that day, he tried every possible means but failed to escape from his hands, so he accepted his fate. However, it was against his agreement with the fairy sister that he could not spend more time with the fairy sister in the cave. She even muttered secretly: "Sister Immortal, it's not that Duan Yu broke the contract, but that he has been captured by evil people and can't escape."
When Duan Yu was bored, he remembered that Mr. Jing had given him something before. He had been busy expressing his love to the fairy sister, so he had forgotten about it.
Seeing that Yue Laosan was not here, he took it out of his arms.
The first thing that caught his eye was the thin and proud calligraphy. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Okay, what follows is a skill." He was bored, so he copied the gourd and drew a scoop and practiced one of them. Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian.
Duan Yu didn't like this martial art, but the Lingbo Weibu that followed was quite to his liking. He practiced the Taiyin Lung Meridian for a few times and then turned his mind to Lingbo Weibu.
He was already familiar with the Book of Changes, so it was not troublesome to practice the Lingbo Weibu. It didn't take long for him to be able to walk somewhat well.
Later, when he met four fishermen, woodcutter, farmers and readers who came out to look for his bodyguards, Duan Yu escaped from Yue Laosan's hands. By chance, he inadvertently sucked in some internal energy and felt that his lungs were filled with gas, as if it was about to burst through his chest. As if he was coming out, he was flailing with painful limbs and hitting things randomly. This frightened several of the imperial doctors who came to see him, thinking that His Highness the Crown Prince was seriously ill and insane.
Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng were helpless and worried about their son, so they immediately sent people to the palace to invite Duan Zhengming over.
Duan Zhengming used his yang finger to explore Duan Yu's injuries. He felt that as soon as his inner force touched his body, it disappeared. Instead, Duan Yu screamed in pain. In desperation, he took him to this Tianlong The temple seeks a solution. . .
