On this day of light snow, people from Zhongtai Ancient Temple come to worship the mountain and knock on the door.
Normally, during the light snow season, Zhongtai Temple has the largest number of monks. First of all, it is a wilderness area on the border, and you may not see any human beings even if you walk for more than ten days. Now that bandits and bandits have been almost eliminated, the monks go out for alms and travel, and they are worried that the disaster will turn from a man-made disaster to a natural disaster. Even though there has been a lot of commotion since that time, the horse thieves and the path-cutting strongmen no longer have the arrogance they once had. A few sporadic groups often hide very far away when they know the trace of the monk, as if they are afraid of Yama, so the monk does not need to worry at all. . But now there are gradually signs of the winter moon. If you delay too long when going out and encounter winter snow that continues to drift for dozens of days, no matter how strong your body is, you will not dare to be so strong. Therefore, most of the winter months, the monks in Zhongtai Temple often have to The mountain gate is closed, and only a few people go out to clear the snow or go out together, and they don't go far.
But this year seems to be a little different. The swordsman in green bowed to the mountain and knocked on the mountain gate, but no one answered for a long time. It was only when the swordsman got impatient and planned to force the door to break, that a young monk panted and opened the temple door and quickly raised his palm to say the Buddha's name. , very cramped.
The young monk named Pingchen said that Zen Master Fu Kong was cleaning the Buddhist hall. He said that an old friend with two swords hanging from his waist was going to visit recently. Besides, winter was approaching and the New Year was not far away. He should clean it up no matter what. As for the temple, The other monks among them had been arranged by the abbot to go down the mountain. They had gone to other temples for a few months to stay temporarily and were not allowed to stay on the mountain. Only one monk from another temple who had stayed as a guest from another temple for a long time was still in Zhongtai Temple. When we woke up, Zhongtai Temple was already empty, with only three people left, so they were a little bit indifferent to the visitors.
Compared with when the monk who did not ask for help came to the temple, Pingchen had grown nearly a head taller. Everyone in the temple did not know how Pingchen had grown taller when he had been sitting cross-legged and meditating for nearly a day. Yes, every time someone asked about Pingchen, the young monk smiled honestly and said that he probably cleaned the mountain gate and the Zen room. He took advantage of this opportunity to stretch his waist and abdomen and get more sun, so that he could grow up at this age. Come. Since people are taller, they are naturally more discerning than before. The little novice monk has met a lot of people and knows the temperament of his abbot, so he secretly concealed a lot of what Zen Master Fu Kong said. Originally, he was not talking about an old friend. Instead, he angrily cursed the big thief who didn't get enough benefits. Seeing the appearance of the person and the sword hanging on his waist, Pingchen guessed that this person was probably the big thief his abbot said.
But after Zen Master Fu Kong said this, he smiled again for no reason, so Pingchen secretly replaced the word "big thief" with "old friend", thinking that it would be more appropriate.
Before the donor Xu came to the door, the little novice monk always felt that there was not much difference between people in the world and horse thieves. They were also wielding swords and swords, and they were often rough and cruel in their words. But since the donor Xu left, Pingchen Only then did I feel that something was wrong with my thinking. At least I had to add a sharp tongue and a soft heart. No matter how unpleasant the words were, I always had old friends in my heart.
"The abbot said that his old friend had two swords hanging on his waist. The young monk asked out of curiosity, why he only carried one sword today?" Pingchen led the way and asked unintentionally, for fear of recognizing the wrong person.
The swordsman in green looked around and kept walking, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything of interest when he looked around. Chong Pingchen said helplessly, "Didn't your old monk tell you what kind of business I did in the early years?" Of course, when a family goes out with nothing but fire, they go out with two swords, so that they can deceive and steal more valuable items. But it is different now. Our family is getting richer and richer, so we have to be wary of others coming to make trouble, right? Then The sword is still in the mountain gate to protect the mountain, which is something that may not be flattering, so of course we have to take care of both."
Pingchen nodded, as if to clear up his doubts, and soon he led the swordsman in green to the front of the Buddhist hall, then raised one palm and bowed to leave. Seeing this, no doubt he went to make tea.
Wu Shuang was not polite. He rolled up the sleeves of his green clothes, pressed the hilt of Qingshuang's sword in his hand, and waddled into the temple. He didn't have the slightest concern. He only calmed down a little when he saw the golden body, and then left. He walked behind the old monk who was bending over to clean the corners of the Buddhist hall and coughed twice.
The old monk didn't say anything, he just quietly cleaned up the last dusty spot, stood the bamboo broom of unknown age outside the door, walked out of the mountain gate, walked to the mountainside, and then hit Wu Shuang. One punch.
Three feet away from the ancient bell, the bell was ringing by itself. It was enough to know that Zen Master Fu Kong punched out for no reason. The force was so strong that the bell circled around the mountains for a full week before gradually calming down.
Wu Shuang raised his eyebrows, but Qing Shuang didn't come out. He only used the hilt of his sword to meet the punch. The purple energy flashed away without retreating.
Zen Master Fukong could not move Wu Shuang's heels with one blow, but he still did not move. He punched more than ten times in succession, causing dust to rise halfway up the mountain. In winter, the earth and rocks became harder and harder, but he was still beaten by the old monk who looked like a vajra with an angry look. With his arrogant fist power, he stirred up waves of earth, flying sand and rocks in the mountains. He was wrapped in green clothes, and his figure was no longer visible for a long time. But the bell didn't know when it stopped. There was purple energy hidden in the turbid yellow soil waves. Wu Shuang didn't know when he walked in front of the ancient bell, held it against the ancient bell with one hand, and held Qingshuang out of the sheath with one hand.
"You still need to use a sword to defeat the fourth realm in the fifth realm? You, a mountain god who has established a sect now, are still the same as before. You can't afford to lose life and death." Zen Master Fu Kong teased, curled his lips and sat on the ground, completely ignoring that the surroundings were not calm yet. The dust has fallen down, and the khaki monk's clothes are quite resistant to dirt.
Wu Shuang also sat down with the old monk and put Qing Shuang back into the scabbard carelessly, knowing it well.
The number of punches that Zen Master Fu Kong just punched was exactly the number of years that had elapsed since the last time we left, when Wu Shuang went to Shangqi Capital to fend off Wu Jue on his own, until today when he came to visit. With Wu Shuang's sharp mind, he knew that this matter should not be revealed. He always wanted to save some face for the old man whom he had not seen for a long time, but it was not easy to keep his sword away. Zen Master Fu Kong also had a weird temper. Besides, he was old. If he really took action, he might be injured. If he didn't take action, it would look like he was underestimating his old friend, so Qingshuang took out his sheath but did not take the attack.
At that time, just like the former Taoist leader Li Baoyu, Zen Master Fu Kong also advised Wu Shuang several times not to show off his strength. The three realms faced off against the five extremes and joined forces. It was almost a foregone conclusion that the Tao would be wiped out and the Tao would become empty. Even if there was a back-up plan, it would still be destroyed. Nearly all his body was cultivated, but Wu Shuang was still Wu Shuang. Even these two old friends did not persuade him to stop. It was not until Wu Shuang slowly nursed back his injured meridians and nearly destroyed cultivation for ten years that he gradually began to write letters. It was a pity that both of them were busy with their own affairs, so the meeting was delayed for a long time.
"If you go out alone, you won't be afraid that your mountain gate will be missed by thieves again. Although you are in the fifth realm now, don't pretend to be a master in the world. You can't stop the leader with one sword, let alone several Wujue. The swordsman who you are not dealing with should still have an old score to settle, so can you really feel free to leave your old nest?"
It seems that whenever he talks to people in the world or old acquaintances, the old abbot, who was originally full of compassion and is now said to be profound in Buddhism, sweeps away the pure air of Buddhism when he speaks, and is a bit more rude than the grass in the world. He doesn't know it, but Wu Shuang almost couldn't help but laugh. He had to hold his face and pretend to be frustrated and replied, "It is indeed difficult. To be honest, even I don't know how to deal with this Shantaorong. Forget about abandoning the disciple and abandoning the sect. No matter, I am counting on my accumulation and I haven’t seen where the top of the Five Realms is. If people really come knocking on my door again, it would be more appropriate for me to bear the thorn and ask myself to abandon the cultivation of the Five Realms. In the past, I felt that the grass on the wall fell with the wind, why? It's quite unseemly to run around wherever the wind comes, but now that I have recruited many good disciples, how can I compare with when I was alone at the beginning, I might as well give up."
The old monk's eyes widened in anger, while the great swordsman smiled and said nothing.
"It's best for you to get out of the mountain as soon as possible. After all these years of eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, you have been able to clear your mind and have as few desires as possible. You have accumulated this bit of dust energy and the city. You, Wu Shuang, almost destroyed most of it when you first came here."
Wu Shuang smiled, not taking it seriously at all, but put away his playful thoughts, "The Buqiu Temple has never heard of its name in the early years, and it has not manifested in the world in recent years. It is a bit reluctant to say that it is from the immortal family on the mountain, but suddenly let I came to worship the mountain together, but I can't think of the reason."
"Ordinary fairy families on the mountain may not be as capable as this temple." The old monk glanced at Wu Shuang and looked at Wu Shuang's solitary sword. "If you didn't cause trouble when you were young, why would you bother here?" When you are out at this age, you still have to be wary of thieves and care about you. You are clearly standing on the five realms, but you are just like ordinary people, caring about the head and not the tail."
Wu Shuang just smiled and said, "Who says it's not the case? Now even the few disciples in the mountain gate have been led astray by me as the master, especially the young and old. It seems that they have a grudge against their own lives. Try to reverse this kid's path." It's easier said than done." The young monk in the monastery, who was wearing moon-white robes, had not been seen for half a day. Pingchen, who had always been friends with him, swept the courtyard and went to look for him, only to find that the former had already packed his luggage. It was Pingchen who came looking for her, and he just smiled and said hello, and didn't want to say more.
It seemed that he had already determined that he would follow Zen Master Fu Kong on his trip this time, but Pingchen thought about it for a while and still didn't know the reason.
This monk, who had never sought a monastery, got better and better after he went up the mountain. He discussed Taoism with others less and less. Most of the time, he just stayed close to the monks in the monastery and watched the two people discussing Taoism and Dharma with a smile on his face. He interrupted, and did not want to come forward. Pingchen remembered that this kind monk used to be very fond of arguing. His colleagues would argue with each other until they were red-faced. Except for the chief minister and the abbot who had escaped from the Buddhist kingdom, there were few opponents in the temple. Later, the monks only spent their free time wandering around the temple and never debated Buddhism with others.
In the words of this young monk, the Buddha has everything, so why bother trying to convince others?
