"Ah, it's you."

Looking at the little monk behind him, Wang Wu turned completely, leaned lazily beside the eaves of the boat, staring at the other person's eyes, as if waiting for the other person to express his purpose.

There was a silence on the deck for a while.

This gave Wang Wu some leisure to observe the other party carefully.

The monk in front of him looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he still looked like a teenager.

His face is young and tender, with a bit of clarity and cleanness unique to Buddhist disciples. It is like what they often say that there is no clear mirror, where can dust be caused?

But the little monk at present has somehow lost his previous calm.

His eyes were always dodging down, as if he was afraid to look up at Wang Wu.

"Is there anything you have to do?"

After waiting for a long time, Wang Wu frowned and asked in confusion.

But then, she blinked in a clear mind as if she had remembered something, and then said suddenly.

"Ah, I remember, you are still practicing silent meditation, so you can't speak other than Buddha's words, right?"

"Then how do you communicate with people normally? And you weren't just now..."

At this point, Wang Wu's voice stopped.

I thought in a daze.

Yes, didn’t he call himself a girl just now?

Then is he still practicing silent meditation?

Could it be that before, the disciples from Baihua Valley were teasing me?

When I saw the woman in front of me, I seemed to have "see through" my distracting thoughts.

The little monk could no longer stay, so he lowered his head and said in a slight panic.

"Amitabha."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away quickly.

He walked very quickly, as if he was running, his lips were tightly closed, and his hands and feet were in a hurry.

It was as if I had seen some monster.

So panicked, Wang Wu, who was still standing there, was even more confused.

What is this person here? Why did he turn his head and run away after calling me?

Is mine so scary?

I touched my face inexplicably.

Then, Wang Wu noticed the soil he used to cover the face, which seemed to have been washed away when he was just washing his face.

Could it be that he ran away because he felt that he had recognized the wrong person?

Then you don't have to run so fast, I won't eat him anymore.

I didn't expect that this little monk was quite afraid of being alive.

He shook his head helplessly. When Wang Wu decided to go back to the room, he first used the mud on his clothes to wipe his face back into its original state.

After all, she had just rescued a "prime criminal in the court" a few days ago.

Now, it is obviously not the time to walk around openly.

...

Back in my room.

The little monk frowned, afraid that he would say something else, sat cross-legged in a cushion.

I closed my eyes, maybe I wanted to calm my mood by using meditation.

But he didn't know why. The simplest entry into meditation in the past seemed particularly difficult for him at this time.

It seemed as if as soon as he closed his eyes, the face of the woman would appear in front of him.

He couldn't calm down no matter how he told him to do it.

Just now, could it be that I just saw it wrong?

How could there be such a person in this world?

Just the eyes are flowing and the eyes are flashing.

It seems to have taken the river water to three parts, and it also covers the light and darkness of seven parts under the moon.

Perhaps, it was just because I had been staying in the temple for many years, and even accidentally met a pretty woman, I couldn't help but have a dream.

Sin, sin.

To comfort himself with powerlessness, the little monk clasped his hands together and secretly claimed the crime.

But in my heart, I couldn't help but recall the scene I had seen before.

But no matter how many times he thought about it.

All that remains in his memory seemed to be the only moment, which seemed to be a brilliant lotus in front of the Buddha, and a glimpse of a shocking glory like a fairy in the river.

At that time, there seemed to be a little loneliness in the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

Is she regretting something?

I'm still complaining about something.

The little monk couldn't help thinking.

I can't figure it out.

...

The young monk was young and premature. The master said that he had a fate with Buddhism, so he took him back to the temple.

But in fact, he didn't know what Buddha was at that time.

I only knew that my parents wanted to worship Buddha, so I followed my master.

More than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

A year ago, he told his master that he already knew what Buddha was.

But the master just smiled and shook his head, letting him leave Shaolin.

When he asked him to wait, he felt that he didn't understand Buddha anymore and went back.

Since then, the little monk has never returned to Shaolin Temple.

He just walked alone outside, insisted on the silent meditation he had practiced for many years, and at the same time followed the Master's previous teachings.

Don't look at it, don't listen.

It's not heard or seen.

Fang Busy said nothing.

In this way, all the worlds can be dreamy.

That is, do not hold on to or think about it, do not be greedy or think about it, and then you will know the true nature.

However, there is one thing the old monk has never mentioned to the little monk.

That's in his eyes.

The little monk's understanding has always been wrong.

The old monk's original meaning was to abandon appearances and abandon all the meanings and prejudices attached to a person, an event, and an object. Only in this way can the true nature be seen and the most real thought can be thought with the most real mind.

But what the young monk did respectfully did was not visible or knew the true nature.

He just ignored it, thus achieving the so-called open-mindedness and calmness.

Therefore, the old monk let the young monk leave Shaolin.

He knew that the young monk had been smart since childhood, so he just waited.

Wait for the little monk to be fascinated by appearances, so fascinated by being too impressed, so fascinated by being unable to get out of it, and finally go back to find him.

By then, the little monk may understand what is the real Buddha.

One thing that has to be admitted is that in most cases, the elderly’s life experience will always be a little richer than that of young people.

Because of this, the old monk was not wrong.

Some things that the little monk will inevitably experience after he leaves the mountain gate.

It was like the young monk who was now, and he had long lost his original warmth and calmness.

On the contrary, as I thought more and more deeply, my face became a little red and my mind became more and more chaotic.

He thought of something, it's hard to say.

In short, that should be something he had never thought of in the temple in the past ten years.

If you have to use some words to describe his current situation.

I think this should be what Buddhism and Taoism often calls "catastrophe".

...

The river water gently shakes the boat board. On such a night on the river, the sound of waves does not seem disturbing, but rather seems to be just right.

Unfortunately, the little monk here thought hard and couldn't resolve the knot in his heart and had no intention of sleeping.

However, Wang Wu on the other side was very leisurely and even snored.
Chapter completed!