Chapter 349

The ancient trees are tall and deep, and the breeze is gentle.

A grumpy middle-aged monk walked in front with his shoulders against the wall.

Luo Qingzhou and the old monk who called himself "Huiming" walked side by side and followed behind.

Qin Wenzheng and other members of the Qin family followed silently at the back.

Huiming praised: "Master Luo is a great talent. Those three poems seem simple and simple, without gorgeous words, but they are full of exquisite Buddhist principles. It is gratifying that Master Luo can have such understanding at such a young age."

Luo Qingzhou did not mince words and said directly: "Master Huiming, we came to your temple today because we have something to ask for."

Huiming clasped his hands together and said, "If you came here to treat the female benefactor behind you, Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry, but there is nothing a poor monk can do."

Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Master Huiming, is there an eminent monk named Wukong in your temple?"

"Wukong?"

Huiming was slightly startled when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "Master Luo, there is no such person in this temple."

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked behind him.

Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "My father said there is, so there is. Maybe he is not qualified enough. You can just go to the elders or abbot later."

"Amitabha, the elders of this temple never see visitors. As for the abbot, even the poor monk has not seen him for a long time."

Huiming replied politely.

The group of people came to the steps and climbed up.

The burly monk and the young monk who were guarding the steps looked surprised when they saw them returning and bringing the wall with them. They quickly said respectfully, "Brother Jingxin, Uncle Huiming."

Jing Xin, who was carrying the wall, ignored them.

Huiming said warmly: "I will take these distinguished guests up. The quota is full today, so no more people can go up."

The two monks quickly replied: "Yes, Uncle Master."

A group of people passed by the two.

When Song Ruyue passed by, she glanced at them arrogantly and raised her chin: "Humph!"

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while and said, "Master Huiming, how can the abbot be willing to see guests?"

Huiming sighed and said, "Master Luo, life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, why do you have to force it."

Luo Qingzhou really wanted to say, "My fate is up to me." But he felt that it was too much, and he would probably be punched out by this old monk who believed in heaven and Buddha. Besides, he was here to give Er Qingzhou a punch. The lady came here for treatment.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Do your best and have a clear conscience."

He also said: "Master, saving one life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda or a hundred-Buddha temple, but it is worse than saving one life. Please let us meet Master Abbot."

Huiming's eyes fluctuated when he heard this, and he murmured: "Saving one life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda or a hundred-Buddha temple, but it is better to save one person..."

Then he added: "Where did Mr. Luo's words come from?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Speak as you wish."

Huiming was silent for a moment and was about to speak when a monk carrying a wooden stick suddenly walked out of the woods nearby and asked: "What the donor said on the way [people have things, Buddha has no north and south; there is no superiority or inferiority in the Dharma, only equality]" , I have learned a lot from this journey. Master often said that I tend to be impulsive and impetuous, and I don’t have a normal mind. Can the donor explain to the poor monk again, what is a normal mind? good."

Huiming glanced at him and introduced: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, this is Huiren, the poor monk's junior brother."

Huiren clasped his palms together and said, "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to come out in person to greet the distinguished guests."

Huiming smiled and said, "Young Master Luo is so talented and the Buddha's light shines brightly. How dare I neglect him? Remember what you just said when you go back and write it down."

Huiren lowered his head and agreed, then asked, "Master Luo, can you help the poor monk clear up his doubts?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Master Huiren, can you tell me where the abbot is?"

Huiren did not hesitate and said, "Of course."

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "A normal mind can be summed up in five words. Anytime, whatever you want, whatever happens, whatever happens, and whatever you like."

Huiren immediately asked: "What does it mean at any time, at will, at any time, at any time, at any time? The poor monk is stupid, can Mr. Luo tell it like the story he told on the road before?"

Huiming and everyone in the Qin family stopped and looked at him with bated breath.

Qin Weimo looked at him with bright eyes, two blushes on her originally pale cheeks.

Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "[In the dog days of summer, a large area of ​​grass in the temple was withered and yellow, which was ugly. The young monk couldn't stand it, so he said to the master, master, go and sow some seeds quickly.

Master said: Don’t worry, anytime!

The seeds were in hand, and the master told the young monk to plant them. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew up, scattering many seeds and blowing them away. The young monk anxiously said to the master, "Master, many seeds have been blown away."

The master said: It doesn't matter, what you blow away is empty, and if you scatter it, it won't produce buds. Just do as you like!

Just after sowing the seeds, several birds flew over and ate in the soil. The little monk hurriedly chased the birds away, and then reported to the master: Oh no, the seeds have been eaten by the birds.

The master said, why are you in a hurry? We have plenty of seeds and we can’t finish them all. Just do whatever you want!

There was a violent storm in the middle of the night, and the little monk came to the master's room and said to the master with a cry: It's all over now, the seeds have been washed away by the rain.

The master replied: Just rush, sprouts will sprout wherever you rush, just let it happen.

A few days have passed, and a lot of new green has grown on the formerly bare ground. Even in places where seeds have not been sown, small seedlings have poked their heads out.

The little monk said happily, "Master, come and see where they are. They have grown."

But the master still said calmly as before: It should be like this, be happy! 】

After the story was told, there was a sudden silence on the steps.

After a while, Huiming said, "Good story. Huiren, do you understand?"

Huiren clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you Mr. Luo, the poor monk has gained some enlightenment."

Then he raised his head and said: "The abbot is sitting in meditation in the Lotus Cave in the back mountain, but the abbot has not seen outsiders for more than ten years."

After saying that, he lowered his head and said "Amitabha" before turning around and leaving.

Luo Qingzhou remained silent and continued to follow Huiming up the mountain.

When he came to the entrance of the temple, Huiming suddenly turned around and said, "Young Master Luo is a man of great wisdom and is destined to be my Buddha. The Buddha's light shines in your eyes, and the Buddha statue sits upright in your heart. I wonder if you are willing..."

"Um?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a chill coming over him.

Immediately, a series of murderous auras slashed viciously from behind!

He turned around and saw that there were many beautiful female benefactors behind him, staring at him with murderous eyes, including the sickly girl.

"Master Luo, all donors, please."

He stopped what he just said and led a group of people into the temple gate.

Arriving at a magnificent palace.

Just as he was about to lead everyone in to worship the Buddha and offer incense, Luo Qingzhou suddenly stopped at the door and looked at the picture of Buddha's resurrection hanging on the window lattice in the corridor next to him.

Each picture is different, with Buddhist poems, also known as Buddhist verses, written on them.

The first picture reads: "Thousands of mountains share the same moon, and every household has spring. Thousands of rivers have water and thousands of rivers have the moon, and there are no clouds for thousands of miles of sky."

The second picture reads: "There are traces of ancient people on the thousand-year-old rock, and there is nothing in front of the Wanzhang Rock. The bright moon always shines brightly, and I don't bother to look for the west and the east."

Huiming saw that he was looking at him seriously and didn't bother him.

After he finished reading, Fang smiled and said, "The three poems by Mr. Luo are no worse than these ones. They can also be written, framed, and hung here."

Luo Qingzhou suddenly raised his hands and said, "Master Huiming, if I can write a few more poems better than these Buddhist verses, can you let us meet the abbot?"

Huiming was about to speak when a sneer suddenly came from the corridor next to him: "What a loud tone!"

Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged man wearing a white brocade robe walking over with extraordinary dignity.

Behind him, followed by a man and a woman, Yue Yao hung a sword, like a guard.

The middle-aged man came over and took a look at everyone in the Qin family. When he saw the frail Miss Qin, he frowned slightly. When he saw the veiled Miss Qin, he was slightly startled and then took it back. He looked at the young man standing with Master Huiming in front of him and sneered: "You just said that you can write a few more Buddhist poems that are better than the ones above? Dare you ask your name? Even Liu Sansi, who ranks first among the seven most talented people in Jiangnan and has an unruly personality, would not dare to do this. Are you talking nonsense? Do you know who wrote these poems?"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to say to Huiming: "Master Huiming, if I can make it happen, can master agree to my request?"

Huiming smiled bitterly and said, "Master Luo, I'm sorry, the abbot is really..."

"Master Huiming."

The middle-aged man interrupted him and said: "Let him do it. If he can really produce better Buddhist verses than the ones above, I believe Master Abbot will be willing to meet him. If he just talks big words, just rush out go out!"

Huiming glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Master Luo, you can give it a try, but the poor monk cannot guarantee that the abbot will come out to see you."

"Take paper and grind the ink!"

The middle-aged man suddenly said.

The woman in smart clothes behind him immediately walked up, and with a flash of light in her hand, she took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Immediately, he took out another stone table and placed it in the corridor.

The woman spread out the rice paper and began to study the ink.

The middle-aged man looked at the young scholar in front of him and said, "Write it, I want to see how capable you are and how dare you say such arrogant words in this Buddhist holy land!"

Luo Qingzhou glanced at him but didn't reply. He pondered for a moment, picked up the pen, lowered his head and started writing.

Second Miss Qin came behind him, lowered her head and stared at him.

The middle-aged man opposite also stared intently.

Huiming knew how powerful this young man was, so he watched with more expectation.

There was total silence in the corridor outside the Buddhist temple.

Miss Qin Er read it in a low voice.

"If you have no thoughts, you will be righteous, if you have thoughts, you will become evil. If you don't care about everything, you will always drive a white ox chariot."

After seeing this first song, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly became solemn.

"If you don't see a single dharma, that is, the Tathagata, then you can be called Avalokitesvara. The karmic obstacles are originally empty, and you must repay the karmic debts before they are resolved."

When he saw this second song, Huiming's face flushed with blood.

"It is delusional to have appearances and desires. Intangible and invisible, it is degenerate and dry. How can you ask about the secrets of the hall? A cold light shines too empty."

When the third poem was read, all the monks in the Buddhist temple came out and listened.

"The ears hear without form, the eyes are empty and see no form. The nose smells the fragrance without form, the tongue tastes formless food. Dressed in formless clothes, the mind follows the formless..."

When the fourth song was read, monks and guests from other Buddhist temples gathered around.

The corridor was full of people standing on the left and right, up and down, but it was still silent. Even the sound of wooden fish in the various treasure halls stopped. Only the trembling voice of the weak girl sounded faintly on the corridor.

The middle-aged man in a brocade robe, who was extraordinary in demeanor, had two blood spots on his face, just like Huiming next to him. He stared at the tip of the pen that outlined the characters, and his breathing almost stopped.

Miss Qin, wearing a snow-white dress and a veil on her face, stood quietly in the crowd, looking at his beautiful face bathed in the sun, with a trance in her eyes.

Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment, picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the fifth poem.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently, don't let it get dusty..."

He left the most powerful one unwritten.

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