Chapter 350

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 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 the aphorism of my Buddha.”

After a pause, he continued: "This should be engraved 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 bowed his hands 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. 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, please don't take it 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 are all my king's. When did my king's things become the 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 of indifference, 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 thing away, do you have any objection?"

Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Come back."

The middle-aged man's mouth suddenly twitched, and he said angrily: "I won't 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. 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 wrote the verse on paper, only the first ink was alive. The second time, the Buddha's light dimmed."

The young monk listened and seemed to understand.

"Huiming, please bring your distinguished guests 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, what do you think is the most precious thing in the world?"

Huiming stopped at the door and bowed: "Only those who have lost or have not obtained are precious."

Inexplicable said: "What do you think, Mr. Luo?"

Luo Qingzhou, who was supporting the weak Miss Qin Er, also stopped, turned his head 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 for a while.

The soft jade hand in his hand also trembled slightly.

Inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now you know why you have been guarding that wall at the foot of the mountain for so many years?"

Huiming was ashamed and bowed his head: "Disciple is stupid."

"Come in."

Inexplicable said in a gentle voice.

Huiming's attitude became more respectful, and he hurriedly said: "Mr. Luo, please."

Luo Qingzhou bowed his head slightly, supported Miss Qin Er, and entered the house.

The house was very simple.

There was nothing on the ground except two cushions.

An old monk in a gray robe and thin in stature was sitting on one of the cushions at this time. He looked at him kindly and said, "Mr. Luo, please sit down."

Luo Qingzhou walked over with Miss Qin Er, but did not sit down. Instead, he asked directly, "Master Mo Ming, is there a monk named Wukong in your temple?"

Mo Ming heard this and a trace of long-lost memories appeared in his eyes. After a pause, he said, "I heard from the abbot that there is indeed such a master in our temple. But no one knows where he is exactly."

Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Then can I meet the abbot?"

Mo Ming glanced at the man who was supporting him. The sickly girl said, "If you are here for the sake of curing the disease, you may be disappointed. The abbot has been practicing Zen for many years..."

"Master, I have another Buddhist 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 is willing to meet me, I am willing to write it down and send the first draft to your temple."

Mo Ming was slightly stunned, and while he was still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou directly recited: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing originally, where can dust be raised?"

Hui Ming, who was standing at the door, was shocked.

Miss Qin Er, who was supported by her, was also shocked.

Mo Ming, who was sitting on the futon, muttered a few words in his mouth, and two traces of blood gradually appeared on his face.

"The body is a bodhi tree, the mind is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently, don't let it collect dust."

"There is no bodhi tree, nor is the mirror a stand. There is nothing, so where can dust collect?"

After reciting these two poems many times, he suddenly stood up, put his hands together and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, wait a moment."

He muttered to himself and left in a hurry.

When he walked to the small courtyard outside, he suddenly turned back and said: "Huiming, go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Huiming came to his senses and immediately took the order and left.

The two hurried away, one in front and one behind.

The bamboo house became quiet.

Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er and sat on the futon.

Suddenly, Bailing's voice of flattery came from behind: "Son-in-law is so powerful, even those old monks have been tamed by him."

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 taming means?"

Bailing pouted and said: "Then the second lady has been tamed by the son-in-law, is that okay?"

Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and when he was about to continue scolding, the second Miss Qin smiled softly and said: "Brother-in-law, Bailing is right, Wei Mo has indeed been tamed by you... Convinced, convinced, obedient, and honest."

Luo Qingzhou hurriedly reminded: "Second Miss, I called you the wrong name."

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other person was wearing a veil on his face and no expression could be seen.

"Oh, Brother Qingzhou."

The second Miss Qin corrected her mistakes immediately.

I don't know if she did it on purpose. With her intelligence, how could she always call you the wrong name?

When Luo Qingzhou was doubting, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Then, Huiming's voice came: "Mr. Luo, the abbot is out and is waiting for you in the reception room. Please follow me."

Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er up and left the small bamboo house.

Outside the door, Huiming held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Mr. Luo, can you write down the Buddhist verse first?"

As if afraid that he would regret it.

Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Of course."

Huiming quickly spread the rice paper on the stone table in the courtyard, then ground the ink himself, and couldn't wait to write.

Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in ink, pondered for a while, and wrote.

"There is no Bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand..."

At the same time.

On the Reclining Buddha Mountain, the giant Buddha, who was about a hundred feet high, had his eyes closed. I don't know if it was the sunlight or something else, but suddenly a golden light flashed, as if it was open.

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