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

A grumpy middle-aged monk walks 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 rich in 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 elder of this temple never sees guests. 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 were all 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 we don't want to let anyone else go up."

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

A group of people passed by the two of them.

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 meet 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 and not God", but he felt that he was too much and would probably be punched out by this old monk who believed in heaven and Buddha. Besides, he was here to give Er

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 and building a hundred-Buddha temple, but it is worse than saving one life. Please let us meet the abbot master."

Huiming's eyes fluctuated when he heard this, and he murmured: "It is better to save one life than to build 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]"

, The poor monk thought about it all the way and gained a lot. Master often said that I tend to be impulsive and impatient, and have no ordinary mind. Can the donor please explain to the poor monk again, what is a normal mind? If it is the same as before, telling it with a story will naturally be the best.

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 said, "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. At any time, as you wish, as you go, as you like, as you like."

Huiren immediately asked: "What does it mean at any time, as you please, as you meet, as you like, as you like? 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, and her pale cheeks were stained with two blushes.

At this moment, in her eyes and in her heart, he is her Buddha, he is omnipotent!

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!

After getting the seeds, the master told the young monk to plant them. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew up and scattered many seeds, but also blew away many. 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 birds have eaten all the seeds.

The master said, "What's the rush? We have plenty of seeds. We can't finish them all. Let's do whatever we want!"

There was a violent storm in the middle of the night. The little monk came to the master's room and said to the master in a tearful voice: 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 are all growing."

But the master still said as calmly as before: It should be like this, just 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 it?"

Huiren clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you so much, 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: "Master Luo is a man of great wisdom, and he is destined to be my Buddha. The Buddha's light shines in your eyes, and the Buddha statue sits 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 had 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 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 held up 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 bearing.

Behind him, followed a man and a woman, with swords hanging on their waists, like guards.

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.

Looking at the young man standing with Master Huiming in front of him, he sneered: "You just said that you can write a few more Buddhist poems that are better than the above ones? Dare I ask the name of the young master? Even the Seven Great Masters of Jiangnan

Liu Sansi, who is ranked number one in talent and has an arrogant and unruly personality, would not dare to speak out like this, right? Do you know who wrote the poems above?"

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 mentioned above, I believe Master Abbot will be willing to meet him. If he just talks big words, just rush away

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."
To be continued...