"Permission..." The little monk was extremely nervous, and he could tell at a glance that he was still very young.
Qingmeng put her hand on the young monk's shoulder and said softly: "Take me to the temple, I can't find the way."
"Okay... okay..." The little monk shivered, thinking in his mind: "Could he be a robber?" Qingmeng glanced at him and yelled: "Quickly leave!"
"Yes!" The little monk shouted loudly, leading the way for Qingmeng with lingering fear.
The leaves on the mountain have all disappeared, and the animals have long since disappeared. Just halfway through the journey, you can hear the ringing of the temple bells and the chanting of monks. Every sound of the bells can knock into people's hearts, and everyone's heart will become quiet.
Outside the temple gate, an old monk was sweeping away the snow. The little monk hurriedly grabbed the big broom and said distressedly: "Master, I'll sweep the floor."
Qingmeng looked down at the old monk, who was wearing a red checkered cassock, had kind eyes, a kind face, a pair of big ears full of blessings, snow-white eyebrows, and no hair.
The old monk said unhurriedly: "Jingkong, Master ordered you to sweep the snow in the morning, but it has already arrived at this hour. Isn't it the time to pick up firewood?"
The little monk suddenly remembered that the firewood fell in the mountain. He lowered his head. I forgot to clear the snow in the morning, and now I haven't picked up the firewood. It seems that a scolding is inevitable.
Qing Meng respectfully asked the old monk, "May I ask who the old gentleman is?"
"I am the abbot of Lingyun Temple. My lord can come here, which really brings glory to the small temple." The old monk clasped his hands together and bent down to return the salute.
Qing Meng was shocked. He never knew who leaked the wind, and he asked in surprise: "Why does the elders get the identity of the next?"
The old abbot smiled and replied: "My lord is different from ordinary people. Even though he is dressed in beggar's clothes, I can still see through it."
Then he turned around and asked the young monk, "Have you brought back the firewood today?"
"Snatched by thieves..." The young monk obviously didn't know how to tell lies. He kept tugging at the corners of his clothes and didn't dare to look forward.
The old abbot sighed and replied: "If you tell a lie, you have to use ten lies to make up for it. Why bother?"
Qingmeng defended him, but the old abbot just smiled and did not deal with the matter. The three came to the back house, and the old monk ordered the little monk to make tea.
The Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sitting on the altar is so kind and beautiful. With the reflection of the sun's rays, the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva seems to be shining with golden light. After Qingmeng paid homage to the Bodhisattva, he sat on the floor by the table, with the old abbot sitting opposite.
"Amitabha, the protagonist comes here, burning the incense Buddha, thinking about the protagonist must have something." Lao Fang's bunch of his hands up, closed his eyes and asked.
"Great Elder, I do have something on my mind, and I would like to ask the Great Elder to be more open-minded." Qingmeng stepped forward and replied.
The old man of Lao Fang smiled and said, "The protagonist is okay. The Bodhisattva is around.
Qingmeng told the story about Lou Ning from beginning to end. He expressed that he wanted to find two guards for General Lou Ning to return home with him, but he could not find any suitable people.
"Amitabha!" Lao Fangzhang met his hands and sighed softly.
The little monk came over with the tea and was divided into the two, and he went out of the house to sweep the snow. Lao Fang glanced at the figure of the little monk, and turned his head to make suggestions to Qing Meng: "The protagonist, if you want to bring, in addition to guarding, he must also bring a person who can argue and argue, so that he can make him know his mistakes. After all, after all, he can know his mistakes. After all The sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore. "
"Who is the elder?" Qing Meng came with interest and pushed the tea aside.
The old abbot took a sip of tea and gently placed it on the table. The tea leaves in the cup were floating.
The old man pointed at the little monk on the side: "The old man has no others to recommend it, only the little apprentice releases Jingkong."
Qing Meng was extremely surprised: "Isn't the elder who laughed at me? Just him? If you say something normally, don't understand, how can you persuade Wang Fu?"
"The monks will never say a word, and if the protagonist's words, Lao Lao said, there are three points of victory." The old abbot was obviously very confident.
"Why is the elder so self -confidence?" Qing Meng raised his brow, and his face was full of suspicious look.
"I have a dull surface on the surface, but in fact, I have the avenue of Dharma in my heart. The belly is able to accommodate the world. calm.
Qing Meng turned to the unpredictable words. He always respected the Buddhist, so he still listened to the words of the old abbot, and decided to bring it with Jingkong.
The old abbot was installed in Shi Jingkong and called Shi Jingkong. Shi Jingkong kneeling on the ground, and a few heads, and walked out of the temple with Qingmeng.
There was a great monk next to asked: "Clean air left the temple into the red dust.
The old abbot clasped his hands together and silently recited a few lines of Hui Neng's "Bodhi Gauge"
:
"Bodhi has no tree.
The mirror is not Taiwan.
Originally there was nothing,
Where is the dust? "
To be continued…
