Chapter 162: Being Tao and being a monk

Monk Huiqing is very young, two or three years older than my brother, and he is only twenty-five years old. He is simply a strange flower in Buddhism, and even my brother can't do anything to him.

This strange flower is not only a unique skeleton, but is born a good material for studying Buddhism, and has a very unique brain circuit. Its ambition is to produce the secrets of the Yin-Yang magic circle, the street stall literature recorded by 500 celebrities, and then make a fortune and lie at home to eat copyright income.

This kind of strange creature with impure six senses is actually the descendant of the monk's legitimate sect back then. It's really incredible, and he is also a fake monk!

He is called a fake monk because he has not yet become a monk.

From his mouth, he regarded this as a profession and said that he could not become a monk before marrying a wife. However, when he put on a monk's suit and Buddhist equipment, he became like a schizophrenic.

When you open your mouth and keep your mouth closed, you will be boundless. When you look back, you will be in the shore. Every sentence is as profound as a snake's sperm.

The above is my brother's evaluation of him.

I watched from a distance as Monk Huiqing respectfully and politely to the female pilgrimage, and patiently agreed to her.

"Donor, this is a sign of great danger. Remember to be low-key, content, and not arrogant, otherwise there will be bloody disasters." He said seriously.

A sign of big breasts? I looked at the female pilgrim.

A celebrity face, the majesty on his chest, and the chain of the down jacket cannot be pulled up.

Such a woman can tell at a glance that "contentment" is to tell her not to make trouble, and she may be silenced if she is greedy.

My brother looked at the chest, turned his head to look at me, and sighed: "My Xiao Qiao actually lost... The power of technology is really terrible..."

I punched his waist, and he turned his head and said without any pain: "Although your little strength is like tickling, can you not hit the waist? Don't you know that waist is very important to men?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" This guy was simply annoying.

The monk Huiqing in front was still fooling: "The Buddha said: There are causes and conditions to gather in the world, there are causes and conditions to gather in the world; there are causes and conditions to destroy the world, and there are causes and conditions to destroy the world. The female donor should not force it too much."

This guy is very skilled in business. He speaks these ordinary tongue twisters very smoothly, and speaks clearly and has good feelings.

The beauty with an internet celebrity face wiped her tears for a while, said thank you to the master, and then drove away in a sports car.

Huiqing breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw us, and was stunned: "Why are you here?!"

"...Work nearby, why are you in this small temple?" I asked.

He curled his lips and said, "The host in this temple is my master and I am my master. I will come here to hold an order for half a year and come in to speak? Oh, by the way, we are different. Remember to burn three incense sticks to worship the mountain gate! The cheapest one is 188 per stick."

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My brother and I spent more than 1,000 yuan on six incense sticks. My brother angrily said that he was robbing money. He said dissatisfiedly: "What is it compared to you?! We are clearly marked by the Price Bureau. Unlike you, we are just shouting at your own price!"

I couldn't help laughing. This Buddhist weird flower is really funny.

He saw me laughing, quickly tidied up his clothes and saluted me, "Why Miss Xiao Qiao?"

"No." I smiled and shook my head, cooperating with his lines.

My brother said to borrow the cottage and let him look at me, so he walked away first.

After all, people come and go here. Even if he is a fake monk, he has to pay attention to the influence. He must abide by the rules and regulations during working hours, so he stood three feet away from me, and I sat under the tree.

"Why is Miss Xiao Qiao uneasy?" he asked with a smile.

I replied, "I always feel that I have forgotten something, it's very important, but it seems that there is nothing missing..."

Monk Huiqing was stunned for a moment, and his smart eyes looked around and smiled, "The Buddha said: All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. Like dew and lightning. You should make such observations."

"...Don't say Buddha's words, can you speak human words?" I smiled and rolled his eyes.

After all, I read very little Buddhist scriptures and do not understand these Buddhist verses.

"From your situation, it means: everything outside is a change in the mind. If something is missing in the mind, you will feel that something is missing around you. If you try hard to search, you will find that it is a dream. It is better not to be obsessed with the past and live in the present."

I squinted my eyes, and I felt that something was missing in my heart?

It really seems that something is missing, and it feels a bit empty.

"...It seems that there is nothing missing. I just threw a ring and didn't know if it fell in the ecliptic village. I couldn't find it back..." I sighed.

Huiqing raised her eyebrows and said, "Is the ring? Is it very important?"

I nodded: "It's very important. It should be given to me by my husband. It has special significance..."

"Your husband?" He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Oh, oh, you mean your husband from the underworld!"

From the underworld?

The underworld!

I stood up suddenly.

From the underworld... Yes, it seems that he is not a mortal... Well, his head hurts so much.

I clenched my fist and pounded my head. Monk Huiqing was startled and secretly looked at if anyone around me to pay attention. He reached out to hold my sleeve and said, "What are you doing? Hello, don't pound yourself!"

"What do you know?" I grabbed his monk's robe with my backhand as if I had found a savior. "I think everything is fine, and my brother didn't hide anything, but he didn't mention a keyword when he spoke, nor did he seem to hide or lie. What happened?"

Monk Huiqing's expression was also a little confused. He hurriedly pulled away the sleeve of his monk's robe and whispered: "I'm still at work! Why do you look like you've hit your head? Do you want to see a doctor?"

I pressed my beating temples and waved my hand and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine... I just feel like I've forgotten something, but when you mention it, I feel like I'm enlightened, but I can't remember more..."

Monk Huiqing stared at me for a while and said softly: "Amitabha, Miss Xiao Qiao, do you believe it? "

Is it so effective?

What does it mean?

He smiled and said, "It is the so-called 'speaking spirit'. Words have strange powers that can affect a person's destiny, aura, spiritual thoughts, etc.... Just like the enlightenment you just said, I must have had an impact on you."

I nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, what else do you know? Tell me about it."

"I know very little. It's the first time I've seen you in the Yellow River. But you are all practicing Taoism. Will the Taoist precepts make you silent about some things, or can your gods restrain your words and deeds? I am a Buddhist disciple and are not influenced by Taoism, so I can give you guidance..."

"...Can you tell me the point?" I had a split headache.

"The point is... my performance today has not been completed yet. I will talk to you in detail when I get off work."

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Chapter completed!