The sound of snow sweeping in the ancient Zhongtai Temple has not stopped in recent days. Pingchen, who was squatting outside the mountain gate of the temple, watched the snowflakes drifting down from the sky together with the bright sunshine. His face was really sad, and his face was full of sadness. Yu, swinging the bamboo broom in his hand aimlessly twice, let out a long sigh.
"It seems that the young master doesn't like the winter snow. It's probably because he didn't have time to clean up, so he sighed repeatedly." Pingchen turned around and saw the young monk who came from Dabuqiu Temple and was wearing moon-white monk clothes. After leaving the temple, he ignored the dust and dust on the mountain path. He lifted up the hem of his monk's robe, slowly sat aside and said gently, "It's hard to follow your heart in the world, not to mention nine out of ten, but after all, most of your thoughts are not what you want in the end. When I hope the snow will stop, the latter is full of excitement, with no sign of wanting to stop."
Ping Chen looked at the person in front of him, but for some reason he shook his head and started to smile. He had a fair face and a clear smile. He didn't look compassionate like a Buddhist. He looked very much like an ordinary child who had just seen firecrackers explode. Red and white snow dust, so happy.
"Why are you laughing, little master?" The young monk was puzzled and raised his eyebrows.
The young novice coughed twice and put away his smile, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised. He bowed slightly and replied, "It's not that I meant to make fun of my senior brother, but I have rarely heard people talk about such things in many years. Everyone in the temple Senior brother, most of them talk about Buddhism and Buddhism. Except when discussing Taoism and seasons, most of them don’t talk about such things, let alone use winter snow to talk about some truths. Even our abbot and abbot rarely speak. Senior brother, what is your name? People in the temple can easily connect the two together, which is really enviable."
The young monk couldn't help laughing, but he was still suspicious, "I see Abbot Bu Kong. He clearly has profound Buddhist teachings. I'm afraid he doesn't ask the eminent monks in the temple to come here, and he may not be able to discuss the doctrine with the abbot. How could he not want to pass on this Words that know the smallest details."
After worshiping at the mountain that day, although he had learned a lesson, the old monk with the angry Vajra-like eyes had not fought with the monk again after withdrawing his fists. Instead, he introduced the latter into his residence and continued to discuss the Tao. several days. Originally, the master of the Buqiu Temple was well versed in Buddhist teachings, and although Zen Master Sutra Bu Kong mentioned some points and taught the Dharma with a Buddhist bell, he was still young and always felt a little unsatisfied, so he simply responded, but in the end I never asked for any advantage.
The young novice Pingchen looked around, as if he was a little guilty. Seeing that there was no one around the mountain gate except for the uncleared residual snow, he leaned into the monk's ear and whispered, "To be honest, senior brother, our Zhongtai Temple Master Abbot has never been unreasonable. Unless he has to speak, he mostly teaches with his fists. If you want to listen to the truth, you can listen to him. You need to take a good beating before you can speak to him."
The monk in moon-white robes had a strange expression. He frowned and thought for a long time before replying, "But the abbot, abbot, did teach me a lot of truths. They were profound and obscure. Even in a place where there are many eminent monks in Buqiu Temple, I also I have never heard of a saying that it is as deep as the abyss, so for a moment I was so happy that I didn’t want to go back, and I stayed here for a long time.”
Pingchen had a slightly pitiful look, and he clicked his tongue twice in an old-fashioned way, "Senior brother may have forgotten all the old punches he received when he worshiped the mountain that day. If the abbot and master are really good at sparring, I'm afraid senior brother will have to eat a lot of meals. If you want to beat me, it is better to listen to this junior and never fight with the abbot again, so as to avoid the pain of flesh and blood."
In the library of the temple, an old monk was about to pick up the tea soup. The spilled tea burned his palms, and he quickly put it on the table. However, he looked outside the building and snorted in annoyance. It looked like he had a bad look on his face. , the fist joints crackled and vibrated, spreading in the library.
"Look at the posture, there are monks making irresponsible remarks behind Senior Brother again," Bu Hui's face was still sunken. Seeing that his whole body was thin, his skin and bones were dependent on each other, and there was definitely no trace of flesh left. He raised the tea cup tremblingly, With a bright expression, he said teasingly, "And ninety percent of what he said is true. That's why senior brother looks so embarrassed and almost ruined a lot of his Taoism."
The air was not stuffy, he shook his head and sighed, "Pingchen, this boy, has really grown up a lot now. The monks in the temple only need to know about such trivial matters, so why bother talking to outsiders with such a casual tone?" Bad habits must be disciplined someday."
"Senior brother, can you still beat Pingchen?" Old God Buhui was here, and Ding didn't show any signs of urgency. He raised his eyes to look at his senior brother and said calmly, "Pingchen is still young, but he really can't stand this from senior brother. The palm of a reckless person, and besides, senior brother clearly intends to establish Pingchen as the abbot and abbot of Zhongtai Temple in the future. He has good eyesight, sharp ears, profound Buddhist teachings, and a clear understanding of principles, so how can he do it easily?"
The old monk smiled bitterly, shook his head and drank tea, "After all, I can't hide it from my junior brother."
Zhongtai Ancient Temple has been closed recently. No matter whether they are Buddhists or visiting guests, they are not welcome. However, some monks who were originally worried about the mountain now have a sense of meditation. In the Zen room and the temple, all day long The sound of chanting and chanting is endless, and along with the flying snow in the sky, it floats very far away, lingering around the entire clock tower ancient temple. There are bursts of Buddhist bells, the snow falls and the wind blows, which really makes people feel empty.
However, many monks still go out frequently. Passing merchants who are lucky enough to have never encountered bandits often hear about recent changes. Some people say that they saw a dozen monks in neat clothes and indifferent expressions at Qiling border. It looks like he is stained by all the dust, but his demeanor is not bad at all. Some people have even said that the bandits outside the customs seem to have behaved differently recently. They seem to be unwilling to rob caravans, but are moving in a hurry, going back and forth several times a day, as if they are looking for some rare objects, but in the end they do not If there is someone who is determined to die, go and ask a few questions. Therefore, although most monks in the mountains are clear-minded and indifferent, they are also
There is sunshine in the mountains, and the snow turns into water. Then there are two or three days of severe cold, which freeze the original snow and water until it becomes porcelain solid. They are set in the four corners around the eaves, shaped like hundreds of bamboo shoots hanging upside down, milky white and translucent, and hung together in pieces. All over Zhongtai Temple, hundreds of glowing lights can be seen when the sky is bright, which is the most pleasing to the eye.
The two people in the library looked out the window for a long time without saying a word. However, the cool breeze outside still hit their faces, and the thin monk's robes could not withstand it. Zen Master Fukong stood up on his own, took a thick robe and wrapped it around his junior brother. , and lowered the wooden window slightly, then returned to the original place and sat down to drink tea.
"That donor Xu really shouldn't be driven down the mountain." Bu Hui hugged his shoulders, seeming a little sleepy. The snow had started to snow for several days in a row, which made people sleepy, even though he was usually energetic. Most importantly, Buddhists who sleep deep all day and wake up when the rooster crows should find a bed early to avoid the cold when encountering such snowy days. Not to mention that it is not beneficial to someone of this age and vitality. Already injured and even more tired.
Zen Master Fukong paused for a moment and did not answer. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to rest his mind, not caring at all about what his junior brother said.
"Although I have never heard of people not asking for the name of a temple before, this hall master who voluntarily stopped here shows that he is extremely capable. Only the hall master has such profound Buddhist teachings, supplemented by a superb realm, let alone someone who is above the hall master. There are always many masters who are still above it. If you really want to seek the Seven Wonders of Buddhism, what should you do?" Bu Hui's words are very soft, but his strength is very weak. After every six or seven words he says, he must take a deep breath. , so these words were intermittent, but it made Fu Kong, who was closing his eyes and concentrating, frown several times.
He often travels out, and he must have heard that a group of Buddhists came from nowhere at the border of Qiling. This is true, and Qiling has not seen such a number of monks for many years, and they have been exposed to the world. At present, there are not many well-known temples in Qiling, and there are not many Buddhists preaching. Thinking about it, these Buddhists probably all came from the Buqiu Temple.
I don't think I came here to help with rituals at the Taoist temple, let alone to talk about Buddhism. I think I came here to ask for that clam.
"Furthermore, the bandits outside the pass have disappeared recently. It is rare to hear that caravans have been robbed. Instead, they are patrolling back and forth in the tiny places outside the pass. They know clearly that the clams belong to our Zhongtai Temple for enshrinement. They are definitely not looking for treasures for future generations. Eighty-nine, they knew about Almsgiver Xu coming down the mountain, and wanted to hold him hostage, so as to force our temple to surrender the Seven Wonders of Buddhism." Bu Hui's eyes were loose, he looked at the old monk in front of him, and he forced a smile, " My talent is dull and I am not as smart as my senior brother. I can understand the truth of my senior brother. How can senior brother remain ignorant? With Xu Xiaozi’s temperament, how can he live in peace, but I don’t know why he has to send his disciples at this juncture. Go down the mountain.”
"Junior brother is in charge of domestic affairs, and I am in charge of foreign affairs. There are various things going on right now, so I don't bother my junior brother to worry about it." Fu Kong still closed his eyes, and his words were full of blame, "You know that you are in very poor health, how can you still waste your mind and worry about such vulgar things? Well, Mr. Xu has a lot of blessings. Even if he encounters trouble, he can turn it into good luck. Regardless of whether he has the title of master or apprentice, we will definitely not let Mr. Xu lose his life. As for why we chased him down the mountain, my senior brother naturally has an idea. , when everything is done, the original intention will be revealed naturally, so there is no need to waste your mind thinking about it.”
Bu Hui smiled, changed the topic slightly, drank the tea soup and said with a smile, "When Master was still alive, the two of us went to the Gobi to look for mice. Somehow we found that mice outside the pass are the most shrewd. As the saying goes Cunning rabbits have three burrows, but these rats come in groups of eight or nine, drilling dozens of holes in the hard sand and rocks. They often work for a long time but can't catch one to play with. At the end of the season, they come up with a good way to kill the surrounding animals. All ten caves and pits are blocked with large rocks, leaving only one wide opening, which can be led out with grass seeds and cut off the escape route, so that we can always succeed."
"It seems that senior brother has made up his mind about who is a loser, and there is nothing he can do about it." Bu Hui took a deep look at Fu Kong, "Junior brother is about to die soon, and naturally he has no time to take into account his thoughts. However, since he has made his own decision, there are many things in this temple, so I hope Senior brother, if you take good care of him, the Seven Wonders of Buddhism will not be able to save a life in the end."
The old monk with a haggard face stood up shakily and climbed the stairs alone.
