At night, Shucheng has passed, and the team stayed outside for the night.
The luxurious car belongs to the master, junior sister, little cook and others.
I wish you peace and prosperity. The sky is your bed and the ground is your quilt. A bonfire is lit and swaying in the dark.
Originally, I wish you peace and have a car, but the monk still has his female dependents to live with.
Something was unexpected, or not unexpected at all. The monk really didn't stay in the car for the night. After eating, he also came to Zhu Ping'an's side.
Zhu Ping An gave up half of the blanket he spread on the ground to the monk.
"Thank you so much, donor." The monk put his hands together and nodded slightly... but he raised his head again halfway through the nod.
Zhu Pingan saw this subtle movement and smiled slightly: "That's right, don't be so polite..."
The monk touched his head and replied: "The young monk only thinks that it is not strange to pay homage to many people... he just bows to people when he sees them, and there will be no grudges in the end."
"Young monk, you probably haven't seen much of the world... unlike the boy Qing'an, who is full of evil intentions..." These were the words of Master Ming.
The monk slightly raised his head to look at the sky. The stars were dotted, and there seemed to be a sigh, but there seemed to be no such sigh. Only then did he continue to speak: "Actually, the young monk has really never seen much of the world... Well... I have been knocking on the chime in the Buddhist hall since I was a child. , After twenty-three years of worshiping the Buddha, the little monk is actually just an ignorant person."
Mr. Mingzhi nodded: "In that case, you should go out and walk around more, otherwise you won't be misled by a woman."
Zhu Ping'an added: "Monk, have you thought about it? Have you thought about what you are doing in this ascetic world?"
In fact, what Zhu Pingan was asking was whether the monk had found his own way. Subconsciously, he always wanted to see how others were doing and how they followed this path.
The monk shook his head: "I don't know, little monk... I didn't want to go out of the temple. It was the master who told me. The master said, since the cause and effect has arisen, how can we not end it? If we don't end it, the cause and effect will always be there. The young monk left the temple. , the cause and effect is also with me, maybe there will be more and more causes and effects in the future, when will it be resolved?"
Ming Gongzhi, who was already lying on the blanket, suddenly sat up again, thought carefully, and said, "Don't mention it yet. Once you, a bald man, have an epiphany, you will probably be the best in the world! With me, A good opponent!"
Zhu Pingan thought of Ji Lanyu, the Maha Saint, and felt inexplicably sad, and said something incomprehensible: "I'm afraid this is a tragedy..."
The monk only replied to the public's question: "Young monks don't hold grudges."
Ming Gongzhi laughed: "Little bald man... Opponents do not necessarily have to have grudges. Look at this boy Qing'an. He is also a good opponent. Do you think I have grudges with him?"
"Oh..." The monk understood immediately and continued: "The young monk does know a little bit about fists and kicks. Speaking of it, he should be barely on par with Qing'an Donor. I heard that Qing'an Donor entered the ninth rank at the age of seventeen, and the young monk was twenty-one. Entering the ninth rank, compared with this, the young monk is still a step behind. In the future, I am afraid that he will not be able to catch up. Moreover, if the young monk does not have this ambition, he is afraid that he will disappoint the Ming Donor..."
"Whether you are disappointed or not, it doesn't matter what you say now. You can only wait until you realize it..." Mr. Ming has his own criteria for judging.
Zhu Ping'an suddenly asked: "Do you make friends with a monk?"
Zhu Ping'an may be scheming, but more importantly, he has been lonely for these years. He has envied many people and many things, such as Wei Qingshan and Qingwei.
The monk was stunned, looked at Ming Gongzhi, then looked at Zhu Ping'an, and said slightly: "Friend? This... the young monk is willing to make Qing'an Donor as a friend..."
Zhu Ping'an nodded: "Then I'll make your friend too!"
"Are you going to have an eight-week acquaintance?" the monk asked.
This monk is really a young monk who has just come down the mountain...
Zhu Ping'an smiled and waved his hands: "Then there's no need to come to these vain things!"
The monk also laughed.
Zhu Ping An added: "Buddha said that all living beings suffer, then... you follow me, you will see an ending, and look at the suffering of this life..."
"Almsgiver Qing'an...has a deep connection with Buddhism!" the monk suddenly commented.
Zhu Ping'an joked: "Will I be a monk and marry a wife like you?"
The monk, who had always been very calm, suddenly felt slightly embarrassed. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky again. The flickering firelight shone on the monk's face, which made it look particularly rosy.
"I know you have become a Buddha..." Zhu Ping'an teased again.
The monk smiled bitterly: "The young monk really doesn't know how to deal with this suffering."
In fact... the monk is in trouble, he doesn't know what to do, he is not calm, he actually cares a lot.
Having said this, it is actually difficult to continue.
Zhu Ping'an changed the topic: "It's a long night, let me tell you a story..."
Mr. Mingzhi lay down and closed his eyes slightly, just waiting to listen. The monk looked directly at Zhu Ping'an and listened attentively.
"It should be seventy or eighty years ago, there were those peerless people in the world, and they were walking around the world like us today... two of them... they met by chance... so slowly... more and more geniuses gathered around... …That’s how the story begins…”
what story?
The story of Wei Qingshan and Qingwei!
The story slowly tells, the fire slowly dims...
Only Zhu Ping'an was talking, and neither of them said a word.
Finally, a few sighs...
After the story was told, Zhu Ping An sighed with his last words: "But I don't know what our story will be...whether in the future, someone will put us on a list of heavenly beings!"
Ming Gongzhi, who had his eyes closed, answered: "I think I am the best in the world!"
"Little monk, don't fight..." The monk shook his head, not looking forward to it or looking forward to it.
Suddenly, Bahua's voice came from the driver: "Brother, where are you?"
Zhu Ping An stood up and left. He thought he woke up from a dream. Having raised eight children, Zhu Ping An was very familiar with children waking up in the middle of the night.
After getting into the car, Master and several junior sisters were all awake. Sihua was patting Bahua on the back and asked: "Pang Dun, what did you dream about?"
Pang Dun seemed to be thinking, and then said: "There was a bald old man. He kept talking. I told him to stop making noise, and he stopped making noise, and I woke up."
Zhu Ping'an's heart tightened, and the white horse returned the elixir!
"What did he say?" Zhu Pingan asked immediately.
"I couldn't hear clearly. He just talked to himself and didn't tell me. He was still glowing and buzzing all the time. He didn't reply when I asked him..." Bahua answered.
This thing is really not that delicious. Fortunately, in this era, we have never heard of any robbery, otherwise Zhu Ping'an would be so suspicious the first time.
But he was still worried, so Zhu Ping An immediately got out of the car and went to ask the Buddhist monk.
The monk answered directly: "It is recorded in the ancient books in the temple that this Sanskrit sound has miraculous effects in helping people cultivate Buddhist magical powers."
"Monk, you really don't have good intentions!" Zhu Ping'an finally understood why the monk wanted to follow him, and he also said that the relationship between Buddhism and Buddhism is only personal.
The monk immediately explained: "The donor has misunderstood. Even if you don't practice Buddhism's great supernatural powers, such a dream scene can sharpen your energy and consciousness, and gain great wisdom and prajna. This is the purpose of White Horse Returning Pill. It will not harm anyone." People just get used to it, just like the whispering words that coax a child to sleep, it may frighten you a little at first, but in the future it can still make the little girl calm and have sweet dreams... and it can also ward off evil spirits and protect you!"
I wish you peace of mind so that you can rest assured, and look at it a few more times to discern the truth, which is really sincere.
Thinking about it again, this monk is not a deceitful person. Baima Zen Sect has always had an excellent reputation, and this monk is not a bad person.
"I believe you are!" Zhu Pingan nodded, calmed down, and sat next to him.
The monk smiled slightly. Being trusted by others seemed to be an extremely comfortable feeling.
Ming Gong asked something incomprehensible: "If you don't enter the White Horse, don't keep the precepts, don't practice Buddhist scriptures, don't make offerings to the Buddha, and don't recite the Buddha's name, but you gain enlightenment in one day, I'm afraid you will become a Buddha instantly..."
"What do you mean?" Zhu Ping'an asked.
"It's not interesting. It doesn't matter what you achieve. That little girl doesn't have to worry about ordinary people. She will finally be freed! It's so fascinating..." Ming Gongzhi also seemed to be envious.
Some people get it too easily, as if they were born with it. Some people search all their lives and end up depressed...
God seems to like throwing dice, but he just throws them casually!
There was also a monk smiling at the side.
I can only wish you peace, but I am a little worried about gains and losses, but I comfort myself: "It is a good thing and free to be able to obtain great liberation. How many people in the world can obtain liberation? Just like us, we can only struggle and cannot achieve liberation!"
Mr. Ming turned over and turned his butt towards Zhu Ping An. The monk lowered his head and seemed to be meditating...
