Upon hearing Jiang Ning's request, Wu Gu's face turned red and he apologized and responded: "Donor Jiang, this young monk is only a monk at the third level of Qi Condensation and has never learned the art of praying for rain."
Lin Xiaolu heard Wu Guo's very polite words and looked at him with a smile:
"Okay, little monk, I didn't expect you to be so polite to a mortal girl like Aning. You really have the demeanor of a virtuous monk. I like playing with you more and more."
"No, little master Wu Gu is the most polite. Unlike some people who say dirty words every day." Jiang Ning hummed cutely while riding on the camel.
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment when he heard what she meant. Then he looked down upon the handsome duck who was already asleep on the camel: "Look, you are bragging every day, and Aning is disgusted!"
The handsome duck sneezed in his sleep, his mouth was so flat that he couldn't help it.
In the boundless desert, Wugu felt a little embarrassed after being praised by Xiaolu and Jiang Ning. His face became red and hot, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito:
"Donor Lin, Donor Jiang, thank you. The young monk just has a good master. The master once taught the young monk that whether he is an immortal cultivator or a mortal, we are all living beings in the world, and there is no difference in essence.
Perhaps everyone's birth, talent, and ability are different, but there is no distinction between high and low in everyone's soul. "
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, he immediately looked at him high, patted his shoulder and praised: "You can do it, little monk. I think your master, Zen Master Wuxin, should also be a person worthy of respect."
After saying that, he continued to smile at Wujia and said: "I suddenly realized that we are quite compatible. At least our ideas are very close. I am a martial artist, and I feel that people who practice martial arts are no worse than those who cultivate immortality. Mortals are no worse than cultivators, but you, a little monk, think that all living beings are equal, which is not bad."
After saying that, Xiaolu laughed again and asked:
"Little monk, did your master, Zen Master Wuxin, say anything classic to you? Come and tell me, and cleanse my awesome soul."
Aning on the camel was also very interested, holding his chin up and yelling: "Yes, little master, tell Xiaolu about your master's philosophy, and enlighten him more, so that he will not be distracted all day long."
Wu Guo scratched his bald head. He was too shy to look at Lin Xiaolu and Jiang Ning, so he could only speak hesitantly:
"Master said a lot, but all of a sudden, the young monk couldn't remember it. He only wanted to remember one sentence."
"Which sentence?" Xiaolu asked.
"A sage seeks the heart but not the Buddha; a fool seeks the Buddha but not the heart."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ning, who was very talented in learning, suddenly brightened up and praised loudly: "Great wisdom!"
"Hey, hey, what do you mean?" Lin Xiaolu said with a bulging face, "I don't understand."
"Xiaolu, you are so stupid." Jiang Ning explained with a smile: "I think this sentence should mean that people with truly excellent character can do things according to their own hearts and do not need to pray to gods or Buddhas, because in their hearts There is nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, those ignorant people who have done bad things need to pray to gods and worship Buddha, so as to explain their evil thoughts and guilt, find peace of mind, and find liberation."
Wugou smiled when he heard this and praised: "Donor Jiang is very wise, but the meaning of this sentence is still wrong."
"oh?"
Jiang Ning blinked and asked curiously: "Little Master Wu Gu, what do you really mean by this?"
Wugou responded with a smile: "The deep meaning of this sentence is that learning Buddhism is actually cultivating the mind, and Buddha is just the appearance of the mind. In other words, the Buddha has cultivated the true "heart."
Saints have great wisdom. They understand the true meaning of learning Buddhism, so they seek within themselves, so they cultivate their minds without cultivating Buddhism.
But the fool's wisdom is not yet enlightened, so he thinks that the Buddha is the source that dominates everything, so he looks outside, so he seeks the Buddha. "
Lin Xiaolu was so dizzy after listening to some Buddhist teachings about Zen, but this did not stop him from thinking that the young monk was actually quite awesome, and he felt that this little friend who had only known him for less than three or four days was very excited. Some respect.
After all, although the young monk is young, he is a true monk worthy of respect. If he were older, it would not be too much to praise him as a living Buddha. Compared with the mountain cannons of Amitabha Temple, it would be a world of difference.
The three young people chatted happily while walking. Unknowingly, they felt that the heat in the air was a little lighter.
A few hours later, as the originally clear sky gradually darkened, the originally hot temperature began to drop suddenly.
The desert is like this, with a huge temperature difference between day and night. The first two days were fine, it wasn't that cold. But tonight the temperature was somehow much lower than before. A few people stopped rushing and started preparing to sleep in the open.
Wujiu took the firewood for burning and the mat for resting from the rosary, as well as the deer's dust-cleansing pills, dry food and water.
Not long after, the three of them lit a bonfire on a relatively flat beach and cooked dry food.
"Ah sneeze!"
Beside the bonfire, Jiang Ning still sneezed loudly, with cold water dripping from his nose, and his whole body was shivering wrapped in Lin Xiaolu's Taoist robe.
It was now completely nighttime, and the entire desert was illuminated by stars and pale moonlight into a silvery gray color. Although it looked beautiful, it also looked a bit desolate because it was endless, giving people a sense of sadness. And the desert is really cold tonight. Jiang Ning didn’t expect it to be so cold. After all, she had never been to the desert and was not well prepared. She only thought about buying camels but forgot to bring extra clothes. Even if she was close to the burning The bonfire was so cold that I sneezed.
"Hahahaha, Aning, please stop getting snot in your mouth, hahahaha~"
Seeing Jiang Ning's snotty nose, Lin Xiaolu was so happy that he laughed at her while doing somersaults by the campfire. The handsome duck also laughed beside him. It fell to the ground, holding it in its little wings. Belly, laughing and kicking his legs, one person and one duck seem to be in debt.
"Lin, Lin Xiaolu, you, wait for me, wait for me, wait, Ah Sneeze!"
Jiang Ning was wrapped in Lin Xiaolu's Taoist robe and almost cried without tears. She was already cold and couldn't even speak.
Wujia, who was cooking fried rice, looked at Lin Xiaolu helplessly and said, "Donor Lin, do you still have clothes? Donor Jiang can't go on like this."
"Hahahaha, I don't have any anymore, look at all I have left is my underwear." Lin Xiaolu pointed at his white underwear and smiled.
Wu Guo sighed after hearing this, and smiled apologetically at Jiang Ning: "Donor Jiang, I'm sorry. The young monk has learned too few spells, and there is no way to help you. I will lend you my monk's clothes to keep out the cold."
"Master Wu Gu, you don't have to be polite. I'm very grateful to you. Unlike some people who just gloat at others' misfortune." Jiang Ning said while glaring at Lin Xiaolu angrily.
Lin Xiaolu looked indifferent and made a face at her cute tongue sticking out.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning snorted even more angrily, and then couldn't help sneezing again.
She was actually quite grateful to Xiaolu for lending her the Taoist robe to wear, but she couldn't help but get angry when she saw his mean look. She really wanted to kick him in the face, and that handsome guy was a bitch. It looks like I will have to pluck all its fur sooner or later.
In the desert, Wu Gu looked at Jiang Ning who kept sneezing, feeling the slightly cold breeze in the air, and sighed: "It's a pity that there are no walls in the desert to block the wind, otherwise Donor Jiang wouldn't have suffered so much."
Lin Xiaolu, who was playing around with Handsome Duck, suddenly lit up when he heard these words:
"Yes, I have an idea!"
