Outside the Buddhist temple.
The corridors on the left and right, the courtyard in front, and even the entrances of other Buddhist halls on the opposite and right sides were all filled with people.
At this moment, there was total silence.
When Miss Qin recited the last Bodhisattva verse, there was even more silence in the venue.
It was as if everything here was suddenly frozen.
The cicadas no longer sing and the butterflies no longer dance.
The flowers no longer shake, the leaves no longer move.
At this moment, everything was completely silent, not even the sound of wind.
It's as if everything here has suddenly entered a peaceful and profound Zen state.
After a long time.
A long-lasting and distant voice sounded from a corner not far away: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Always brush it diligently to avoid dust... This Buddhist verse by the donor should be regarded as a treasure of this temple. , should be an aphorism for my Buddha.”
After a pause, he continued: "This should be inscribed on the plaque in the main hall of the Buddhist temple as a warning to my Buddhist disciples."
When Huiming and other monks heard the voice, they turned their heads and glanced. Their expressions suddenly changed. They lowered their heads in a hurry and clasped their hands together: "Amitabha."
Huiming quickly introduced: "Master Luo, this is the inexplicable elder of this temple. Uncle Inexplicable has not come out to see guests for three years. If you want to see the abbot, you can ask him."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the skinny old man in gray robes, quickly raised his hands in salute, and said, "Elder Inexplicable, can I pay my respects to the Master Abbot?"
Just as the old monk was about to speak, he suddenly frowned and shouted: "Huiming!"
Huiming was stunned when he heard the words. Before he could react, the rice paper on the table with five Buddhist verses written on it was suddenly snatched away by the middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and having an extraordinary bearing. He quickly rolled it up and disappeared in the palm of his hand. not see.
Huiming's face changed drastically and he said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, no! This is the treasure of our temple and cannot be taken away!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened and he said, "What a treasure, I've never seen it before."
After that, he turned around and left.
The female guard immediately put away the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and stone table and followed behind.
Several monks in front of the corridor immediately stopped them: "Your Majesty, leave the things in my temple."
"Bang!"
The male and female guards immediately pulled out their knives and stood in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sneered and said with a majestic expression: "The rice paper and pen and ink belong to me. When did my things become things in your temple?"
As soon as these words came out, the monks were immediately speechless.
Huiming opened his mouth, but couldn't argue, so he had to look at the inexplicable elder.
With an inexplicable expression, he clasped his palms together and said: "Amitabha, Prince Duan, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indeed yours, but the things on them were left by the distinguished guests invited by this temple. I hope the prince will be merciful and return the things. return."
The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looked at the young man, and said domineeringly: "Boy, I took the things away, do you have any objection?"
Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Give it back."
The middle-aged man's mouth suddenly twitched, and he said angrily: "I refuse to pay you back, what will you do with me?"
After saying that, he ran away and shouted directly at the monk standing in front of him: "Who dares to stop me? I am seriously ill and am dizzy now. If I die suddenly in your temple, you will bear the consequences!"
The expressions on the faces of the several monks who were blocking him, as well as the warrior monks who had already gathered at the door to stop him, all froze.
The middle-aged man took this opportunity and immediately escaped with the pair of male and female guards, and soon disappeared.
Everyone in the courtyard looked at the empty door in a daze.
"Amitabha……"
Inexplicable and Huiming both bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name with kind eyes.
In fact, it translates to one word: grass!
At this time, a monk said cautiously: "Uncle Huiming, just ask this young master to write another one."
When Huiming heard this, he sighed: "When the Buddha writes the verse on the paper, only the first ink is alive. The second time, the Buddha's light is dim."
The young monk listened and seemed to understand.
"Huiming, please bring your distinguished guest to my meditation room."
He gave an inexplicable explanation and turned around to leave.
"Yes, uncle."
Huiming agreed, looking at the young man in front of him with complex eyes, clasping his hands together, and said respectfully: "Master Luo, please, you can bring three people over."
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou did not hesitate, turned around and helped Miss Qin, and then looked at Qin Wenzheng.
"Ahem!"
Song Ruyue suddenly coughed and said, "Xia Chan and I will go."
Then he gritted his teeth in a low voice and said: "Master, don't worry. If they dare to say that Qing Zhou is destined to the Buddha again, I will ask Xia Chan to give them a heart-warming blow!"
Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "Jian Jia and Xia Chan are going, you stay."
Song Ruyue suddenly pouted: "Master..."
Qin Wenzheng turned around and ignored her.
Huiming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin down the corridor and followed him to the backyard.
Turning around to look, Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress, followed closely behind her with Bai Ling.
Xia Chan held the sword and stood alone in the corner silently. She was looking at him, but when she saw him looking over, she turned away and looked away.
She couldn't get close to the second lady, so she couldn't follow him.
Song Ruyue was also looking at him with a look of resentment.
Go through the courtyard gate.
There was silence and no one behind.
Huiming said nothing, lowered his head and led a few people along the path, through a bamboo forest, and arrived at a simple bamboo house.
The door of the bamboo house was open, and an inexplicable voice suddenly came from inside: "Huiming, tell me, what is the most precious thing in the world?"
Huiming stopped at the door, bowed and said, "Only what has been lost or what has not been obtained is precious."
Inexplicably: "What do you think, Mr. Luo?"
Luo Qingzhou supported the weak Miss Qin, and stopped, turned to look at the girl's pale cheeks and tender eyes, and replied: "The most precious thing in the world is what you have now."
It was quiet inside.
The soft jade hand he held in his hand also trembled slightly.
An inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now do you know why you have been guarding that wall at the foot of the mountain for so many years?"
Huiming's face was filled with shame, and he lowered his head and said, "Disciple is stupid."
"come in."
He said in an inexplicable warm voice.
Huiming's attitude became more respectful and he quickly said: "Master Luo, please."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head slightly and helped Miss Qin into the house.
The house is very simple.
There was nothing on the ground except two futons.
A thin old monk in gray robes was sitting on one of the futons. He looked at him with a kind face and said, "Master Luo, please sit down."
Luo Qingzhou walked over with Second Miss Qin, and instead of sitting down, he asked directly: "Master Inexplicable, is there an eminent monk named Wukong in your temple?"
Hearing this inexplicably, a look of long-lasting memories appeared in his eyes. He paused and said, "I heard from senior abbot that there is indeed such a master in our temple. But no one knows where he is specifically."
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Then can I meet Master Abbot?"
Inexplicably, he glanced at the sick girl who was supporting him and said, "If Mr. Luo is here to cure his illness, he may be disappointed. Senior Brother Abbot has been practicing Zen for many years..."
"Master, there is another Buddha verse here."
Luo Qingzhou interrupted him, looked at him calmly and said: "This Buddhist verse is a response to the fifth Buddhist verse just now. If the abbot master is willing to meet me, I am willing to write it down. The first draft will be sent to your temple.”
Inexplicably stunned, and still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?"
Huiming, who was standing at the door, was suddenly shaken.
Miss Qin Er, who was being supported by her, also trembled.
Inexplicably, sitting on the futon, he muttered a few words, and his face gradually turned red.
"The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Always brush it diligently to avoid dust."
"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can it cause dust?"
After reciting these two poems many times, he suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, wait a moment."
He muttered and left in a hurry.
When he walked to the small courtyard outside, he suddenly turned back and said: "Huiming, go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Huiming came to his senses and immediately took the order and left.
The two of them left in a hurry, one behind the other.
In the bamboo house, it became quiet.
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin and sat on the futon.
Suddenly, a flattering voice came from behind: "My uncle is so powerful. Even those old monks were tamed by my uncle."
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to speak. Do you know what tameness means?"
Bai Ling pouted and said, "The second young lady has been tamed by my uncle, is that okay?"
Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and when he was about to continue his reprimand, Miss Qin Er smiled softly and said: "Brother-in-law, Bai Ling is right, Wei Mo has indeed been tamed by you... He is convinced with all his heart and with his hands. Keep your feet in place, be obedient, and be honest."
Luo Qingzhou quickly reminded: "Second Miss, you called me wrong."
After saying that, he turned back and glanced at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other person's face was covered with a veil and no expression could be seen.
"Oh, brother Qingzhou."
Second Miss Qin immediately corrected her mistake when she realized it.
I don’t know if she did it on purpose. With her intelligence, how could she always call her the wrong one?
Just when Luo Qingzhou was having doubts, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside.
Immediately, Huiming's voice came: "Master Luo, the abbot has come out and is waiting for you in the guest room. Please follow me."
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin up and walked out of the small bamboo house.
Outside the door, Huiming held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Master Luo, can you write down that Buddhist verse first?"
As if afraid that he would regret it.
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Of course."
Huiming quickly spread out the rice paper on the stone table in the small courtyard, then studied the ink himself and started writing impatiently.
Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in ink, pondered for a moment, and then started writing.
"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror……"
at the same time.
On the Reclining Buddha Mountain, the giant Buddha, which is over a hundred feet tall, had its eyes closed, but suddenly there was a flash of golden light, and it seemed that it was opened due to sunlight or something else.
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