It’s Chinese Valentine’s Day in one place, and it’s a blue night all over the world.
In addition to the fact that people everywhere listen to night chats with the women they like, naturally there are still men in other places who do not have such a blessing. Perhaps they are away from home, or they simply do not like the woman at all. At this time, there is always something unsettling in their hearts. The meaning of Shao Guqing is that the moon is bright in the sky, the shapes and shadows are hanging together, and the cups and cups cannot be crossed.
In the ancient Zhongtai Temple, Xu Jinyu knelt on a futon, carrying two full buckets of well water on his shoulders, with a sad face.
Last night, Zen Master Fu Kong specially told him that the more he is in this situation, the more he must calm down and calm down, and never think about the long-term love between his children, so as not to disturb his mood. It is the critical moment of the Lian Yuan realm. If you have random thoughts, , I'm afraid it will be many years later if we break through in the future.
But Xu Jinyu still pried open the door of the Zen room last night, and went to the temple with his daughter-in-law to watch the moon. It was not until the sky was about to turn white that he quietly returned to the Zen room. When he entered the room, he saw the old monk's livid face, so he had to accept his punishment and sit here on his knees. a long time.
"You know clearly that this is wrong, so why do you still do it? Lan Ye Qixi, who is only one year old, must she put the love of her children first? If she breaks her practice, as you can see, it is really a good deal. ?”
The old monk took a long time to speak, but his face was still sulky. He put down the teacup in his hand and glared at each other.
The man didn't say anything back, he just straightened his water-carrying shoulders again and again. His muscles and bones were sore from the exercise, and he was speechless for a long time.
"Life is short, and the skill of sharpening spears and sticks has already caused the wife to suffer a lot. If there was no such thing, it is natural for her to be at home and call for the wind and rain. Why bother to give up a stable life and come here with my disciples? Buddhism is a land of poverty and poverty. I owe a lot. I have to do my best in Lan Ye to make the guilt in my heart weaken a little. The master's intention is known to the disciple. He can look forward to the future. Life is not born to be a hundred years old, and it is cut off day and night. The years and months we didn't know each other in the first twenty years were only a few dozen nights at most."
"When I was an ordinary police officer in the yamen, I didn't earn much money, but I was away from home all day long, working hard on trivial things. For three to five years after my wife came to the house, I rarely had him with me. Years and months, so the few Lan Ye will have to be deducted a lot."
Speaking of this, Xu Jinyu couldn't help but smile and looked up at the old monk, "Master ordered me to be calm and calm, but the longer I practice, the more I feel indebted to my wife who is a loser. As time goes by, it is inevitable that I will suffer from heart problems. Yesterday I was in Lan Lan. , but it calms down the originally chaotic state of mind a lot, and the disciple believes that the benefits to his practice outweigh the disadvantages."
After hearing this, the abbot's expression moved slightly. He stood up and held Xu Jinyu's arm. After a few breaths, he said calmly, "Assuming that you have a conscience, you will be able to reach perfection in the first stage of Lian Yuan in a short time."
Xu Jinyu grinned, "If the master teaches you well, practices and cultivates your mind, and holds it with both hands, even if it is a piece of rotten wood, you can still carve it at a high price."
"But you have broken the rules of the temple over and over again, but you can no longer be allowed to stay here." The old monk turned his back and spoke calmly, "You are not a member of my Zhongtai Temple, but you have studied under the old monk no matter what. Now, You are already familiar with the art of spear and stick, and you have even stepped into Taixuan. If you practice diligently in the future, you will definitely achieve something; but your mind is really not suitable to stay in the temple for a long time. This ancient bell tower temple is a pure and transcendent world. When you enter the temple , it’s often not proper, just go down the mountain on another day.”
After saying that, Xu Jinyu walked away without waiting for a reply.
Only a young man with an increasingly thick mustache was left, and he had not said a word for a long time.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be like this." In the scripture building, the old monk Bu Hui described himself as extremely haggard. He poured tea tremblingly, handed it to the livid-faced Fu Kong's hands, and smiled freely, "When a monk acts, he must start well and end well. Almsgiver Xu, if you still call me Uncle Senior in terms of seniority in the world, and if you tell him to go down the mountain with just a few words, do you think that this is really a good thing?"
"If you say a few words, you won't suffer," Zen Master Fukong hummed. "Look at your little strength. You can't even hold the teapot steady, but you still have the ability to nag me." He immediately took the teapot and replaced it for his junior brother. Pour half a cup of tea soup, "Drink less tea when you are sick and cultivate yourself more. The disease will go away like strings. It won't be too late to drink it when you feel better."
Bu Hui's voice was hoarse and he no longer had much confidence. He smacked his lips when he heard the words and said, "Senior brother, you are so advanced. Is it possible that you still can't see where the root of my disease is? The origin is injured. It's not about the tea. You are the only one here." The two of us don't like the saying that the wine is full and the tea is half full, but the wine is full and the tea is half full."
"Actually, there are other things to drive that kid down the mountain besides your body." Fu Kong looked at his junior brother's face, his expression darkened again, and he slowly said, "A wandering monk came here a while ago and said He came from Dayuan North Road without asking for a temple. He said that the wooden clam was the most precious treasure of Buddhism and should not be held by a temple. I fought with him several times. Although it was a small victory, look at the monk's performance. His expression doesn't seem to be good anymore, I estimate that within a few days, the next person who comes to ask for Buddhist treasures will come up the mountain."
"Nonsense, most of the other objects among the Seven Wonders of Buddhism have disappeared. Only this wooden clam has been passed down in the ancient Zhongtai Temple for several generations. There is no reason to wantonly ask for it." Bu Hui was slightly angry and frowned, " It is rumored that the Buddha founded seventy-two temples in the past. Although it is said that after the iron-heeled natural disaster, only one out of ten has survived, but one of them is Zhongtai Temple. As for the temple without seeking, I have never heard of it. Nowadays, these temples have been heard about Buddhism. When Qi Miao was born, did he forget even the Buddhist rules?"
"Don't be angry," Fu Kong tried to persuade him once, waving his hands and saying, "The Tridacna is passed down from generations of abbots, and there is absolutely no reason to give it away. Even though the people from Buqiu Temple have a high level, they can still use their hands. It's just a decoration. I've never been as good as my junior brother in speaking skills, but I'm very familiar with hands-on skills. Anyone who comes is a guest, and Zhongtai Temple must treat him with courtesy, but if he has an agenda, Zhongtai Temple will always treat him with courtesy. There is no shortage of vajra-wrathful means.”
Bu Hui laughed suddenly, his withered face wrinkled, "When I was young, when I mentioned chanting sutras and debates, my senior brother always looked sad, but when I mentioned it and tried fighting skills, my senior brother perked up. This was the case when I was young, and it is still the same now. In this way, even our master once shook his head and sighed: If Fu Kong were a monk, I'm afraid he would have gone further."
"Buddhists believe in the reincarnation of cause and effect and the six paths of reincarnation. After many years of practice, I have probably figured it out. Do more good deeds in this life, accumulate less karma, and seek transcendence from reincarnation in the future. This is probably the original intention of the theory of enlightenment." No. Old Monk Hui lowered his eyes, glanced at the distant sky outside the building, and said with a soft smile, "To achieve the right state of enlightenment is almost the wish of all monks in the world, but I feel that it is extremely difficult to achieve it again in such a long time. Okay, as for whether you can achieve enlightenment or whether you can leave a few bone and hair relics after passing away, it doesn’t matter.”
"Bad luck." Bu Kong reprimanded him, but he immediately smiled and said, "But it is indeed much more interesting than cultivating the right fruit."
The Buddha bell turns with the wind, and the leaves rise and fall in the long wind.
A young man is still kneeling in the Zen room. In front of the Buddhist hall, the young novice is still sweeping away the dust, with a compassionate face.
The bell tower has already begun to feel autumnal.
