"But if junior brother is really interested in gunmanship, he can go to an ancient temple between Qiling and Xia Song in the future. If I remember correctly, our master seems to have a close relationship with the abbot of that ancient temple." Scholar. After swallowing the yellow fruit, his eyes suddenly lit up with joy, and he encouraged Yun Zhong to have a taste. Yun Zhong didn't know why, but he still followed his senior brother's example and took a bite from the fruit, and immediately showed a surprised expression.
This yellow fruit is extremely sweet in the mouth. First it has the aroma of rice and glutinousness, then it turns to the sweetness of peaches and plums, and then the sweetness of apricots and pears. There are actually five or six kinds of flavors in one fruit, and they are connected layer by layer, making it long-lasting. The boy who tasted the peaches, plums, apricots and pears also narrowed his eyes with joy.
"How about it?" Seeing his junior brother's smile, Liu Qing also rarely joked. He took out several yellow fruits from his arms one after another and pretended to be proud, "Just eat them open. Senior brother, magic weapons are rare here, but the yellow fruits are enough." , it’s no problem to feel full.”
Liu Qing had been driving most of the past two days. Even if Yun Zhong looked at his senior brother sometimes, he could only see a straight back. He didn't even know when the senior brother picked these yellow fruits. Think about it again. The yellow fruit was extremely cold to the touch, and the sweet taste in the mouth seemed to have faded somewhat.
Liu Qing paid no attention to it, but continued to talk about the ancient temple, with a helpless expression, "Our master has such a freewheeling temperament, it is not easy to get to know the old abbot, even when I was on the mountain. I often hear our master reciting that monk's teachings. If the opportunity comes in the future, I will definitely go and have a look."
"Yes, with Master's temper, it is already considered very good to have three or five close friends in a group of immortals." Yun Zhong also smiled and said, "The old Taoist from Qiling almost raised his eyebrows when he saw Master. On my forehead, I chased Master a long way from me with my feet on the fly whisk, but the reason was that Master secretly stole a lot of Shuoshu wine from someone else."
When Liu Qing heard this, she smiled bitterly, "Although our Nangong Mountain is not full of gold, silver, and red jade, we still can't afford this kind of money. Our master's temperament can't be changed at all. . Master went to the Immortal Mansion for a banquet. Three or five days after returning to the mountain, they sent a golden bird to the mountain. They said that our master took more than a dozen table cases from the banquet and pretended to be drunk when he returned to the mountain gate. In the end, he still lost a few coins. Old Yao, it finally calmed down."
Yun Zhong held his forehead. Anyone who heard this interesting story would blush in the face. It took him a while to hold back his words, "Master has a true temperament."
The scholar had a strange look in his eyes, glanced at his junior brother, and then said hesitantly, "Actually, our master is very generous. Even if he says a few bad words behind his back, it doesn't hurt."
"Senior brother, please." Yun Zhong did not follow the instructions at all. Instead, he smiled and asked Liu Qing to speak first.
The scholar secretly thought it was a pity, and then waved his hand and removed a large formation specially designed to receive the voice. He coughed lightly and said seriously, "I also think that Master is true to his character."
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled, their thoughts in silence.
Xia Song border.
It was clearing after the snow, and Xu Jinyu had been waiting outside the gate of Zhongtai Ancient Temple for more than half a month. But for some reason, the gate of the temple never opened again.
The sky was deserted, and there was no warmth due to the half-sunlight behind the clouds. Therefore, the snow and frost on Xu Jin's eyebrows and beard had not faded at all, but his body was extremely straight.
Half a month ago, Xu Jinyu was able to find this ancient temple. Taking advantage of a young monk to open the temple door and sweep away the snow, he respectfully handed a scroll of documents that the swordsman had given him to the young monk. , so they waited outside the temple, but they didn't expect that they would be waiting for almost twenty years.
"Husband, you still want to wait? Since the temple door is not open now, why not go back to the car tent to warm yourself up, and wait until the temple door opens." The woman walking by saw the layers of white frost on Xu Jinyu's face, and was quite surprised. He couldn't bear it, even though his face turned green from the cold, he still persuaded him slowly.
"It doesn't matter. Since you are asking someone to teach you skills, of course you must abide by the rules of the temple. The delay in opening the temple door must be the temperament of a person who has to take an exam to learn skills." Xu Jinyu thought clearly, but look again Seeing the miserable appearance of his wife, his heart trembled slightly.
If a group of colleagues saw this look, they would be stunned for a long time. You must know that Xu Jinyu's meager salary, except for sometimes secretly buying half a bottle of wine, most of the time, he gave it to his mother-in-law to buy makeup. On rare occasions when he had enough money, Xu Jinyu's family had a tiger wife, which had been known in the town for a long time.
Even many colleagues often ridiculed him, saying that Xu Jinyu spent half his life to find an enemy, but the latter did not get angry, he just pretended to be arrogant and said that he spent a lot of money to buy a beautiful woman and smiled. What the hell do you and other common people know?
It is hard for anyone to imagine that the Xu family's mother-in-law, who is known for her fierce temper and admiration for glory, has not used makeup for several months, and has not even been willing to say a harsh word to her husband.
Outside the temple, the snow was quiet and the clouds were deep, and it seemed like white dust was about to fall again. Xu Jinyu still stood outside the temple, looking at the heavy clouds over the ancient temple.
As everyone knows, it is even harder to find peace in the temple.
"Everyone, please be patient for a moment. Such noise and chaos is not polluting the realm of pure Buddhism. If we have to discuss winning or losing, we should discuss it outside the Zen room. How can we be so rash?" A man with gray eyebrows said The old monk looked at the hustle and bustle in the Zen room, frowned again and again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and spoke in a deep voice to the monks.
"That's wrong, first of all." Before the old monk could speak again, a young monk came out from among the monks and recited the Buddha's name and saluted, "The benefactor outside the door handed a document to the young monk in the temple two decades ago. , it is freezing cold now, but the donor is asked to wait outside the temple. Buddhism attaches great importance to compassion, but many monks use temple regulations as an excuse to not allow people to enter, which is really annoying."
"Junior brother's ability to take quotes out of context is not what a Buddhist would do." The young monk's words immediately made many monks look at him angrily. One of the middle-aged monks, wearing cassocks, stood up and sarcastically said loudly, "Who doesn't know the rules of Zhongtai Temple?" Among them, women are not allowed to enter the temple? Compassion is indeed true, but if we break the rules of the Zen monastery, we will forget about our duty as Buddhists, so how can we talk about compassion? I have also sent people to inquire I asked the benefactor if he wanted to enter the temple alone, but the benefactor insisted on entering the temple with his female family members. It’s not because we don’t have a compassionate heart, but we really don’t want to do anything that violates the precepts and rules.”
In the Zen room, arguments started again. In the young monk's group, monks were constantly being rendered speechless by the arguments. They sat down on the futon in anger and ignored them.
It's like an arrow blown by a strong wind. Although the arrow is extremely heavy, it still can't withstand the wind coming from all directions. It flutters and falls straight down.
Although the psychology is deeply rooted, it can't help but the wind blows away.
