Who is not a monk

"A young monk is considered young according to his age, but his master is of a higher seniority. If he is worshiped under the master's name, the poor monk's seniority will be a few generations higher."

"That venerable just now is your master?"

"Yes."

"Fortunately, I met the Venerable twice, but I still don't know the name of the Venerable."

"Maybe the master anticipated the conversation between the benefactor and me today, maybe the benefactor thinks that you and I have known each other for a long time, and should have known the master's name." Qingdeng Ancient Buddha led them into the temple slowly, "Master's quality is high and his quality is low. "

"Quality..."

"Chongyang should be climbed high, so the little monk took two group friends to the highest place of this temple except the White Pagoda, climbed high and looked far away, and enjoyed the autumn of Yujing."

"It's foggy."

"The fog cleared quickly."

The two followed his figure, passed through crowded places of tourists, and passed through many monasteries, all the way up, without hindrance.

Valley Iron

The morning mist is gradually dispelled by the light, and the world becomes clear.

The White Pagoda is far bigger than it looks at the gate of the temple or at the foot of the mountain. The bottom of the pagoda is about half the size of a basketball court. It is round and made of snow-white stone as a whole. There is a circle of chrysanthemums, um, Muchunju, an exotic species.

The chrysanthemums with yellow cores and white petals look fresh and elegant, each plant is clean, and there are a lot of flowers, which makes the white pagoda more holy.

When the few people reached the edge of the White Pagoda, the last trace of morning mist had just dissipated.

Just like the mask was lifted, the picture in front of me changed from blurred to clear in just a few seconds.

The whole mountain starts from the middle of the mountain. There are many palaces and courtyards, with cigarette smoke rising up. There is a straight step at the bottom of the mountain. The pedestrians climbing are pious and small, while the Yujing Plain in the distance is shrouded in thick autumn colors and mottled. .

The golden top of the White Tower reflects the sunlight.

The air was clear, and Chen Shu could see the blue smoke from Yu'an Temple, the autumn forest in Hongshanling, and the entire Yujing City from a distance.

"The chrysanthemum is growing well."

"Yingjie Bodhisattva planted it with his own hands last year."

"Yingjie Bodhisattva? Last year?"

"Yes." The young monk smiled slightly, "When the first emperor abdicated, Yingjie Bodhisattva came down from the White Pagoda, sprinkled the seeds, and was illuminated by the Buddha's light. The next day, the circle of flowers bloomed around the White Pagoda until now , never thank you."

"Can I pick it?"

"This... poor monk has never picked it up."

"Pity."

Those are the flowers planted by the Buddha himself in the future, and there is such an allusion related to the former emperor, how valuable it will be in the future to pick a flower and make it into a dried flower...

Chen Shu turned her head, and said to Qingqing again: "Look, the flowers planted by others grow up in one day, and the others take a year."

Ning Qing was expressionless, pretending she didn't hear it.

"Master Qingdeng, take a photo."

"You can't be called a master, you can't be called a monk, and you can't be called a master, just ask me to be the same lamp."

"it is good."

Master Tongdeng took the mobile phone from them, and gave them detailed guidance on posture and expression, which made Chen Shu feel tired for a while, but Qingqing had always been the face with no expression, and I don't know if there was something wrong. patient.

Master Tongdeng finally got a satisfactory result, so he handed them the mobile phone, and stood aside with his hands clasped together, quietly waiting for their evaluation.

"Master of the same lamp."

"Praise please."

"?"

"Amitabha, please speak."

"Your monks in Xinzheng Temple also practice photography in addition to Zen and martial arts?"

"Also edit pictures."

"Tsk tsk..."

Chen Shu put away the phone in satisfaction, glanced back at Baita, turned around and walked down: "Master Tongdeng, dinner is ready..."

Master Tongdeng followed with a smile.

This time the fasting meal was eaten in another fasting hall.

This Zhaitang is located in the back mountain, and the diners are mainly inner disciples and distinguished guests, but the taste is the same as the Zhaitang outside that is open to tourists, and it is still the taste of the 10 people who rated it as 4.9 points.

After the meal, burn a stick of incense and worship Buddha.

This time, Chen Shu didn't ask any more random questions. It's not that he is being obedient. The main reason is that he knows that this group of monks can talk better than his sister-in-law. If you ask nonsense people and riddlers, you can't get answers even if you ask them. The gaze of Zhengguang Buddha.

"Let's go, thank you for your hospitality."

"I can't thank you enough. The benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. He is a distinguished guest. He should be so. Besides, the donator's rice dumplings and moon cakes are still remembered by the little monk." Master Tongdeng wrote, and bowed again, "Peach blossoms in early spring next year When it’s open, you can come to Xinzheng Temple again, just ask in the group, the best camera position, ordinary tourists and photography enthusiasts can’t go there.”

"it is good."

Chen Shu waved to him, turned around and went down the mountain.

The road down the mountain was slippery, and he was afraid of falling, so he had to put one hand on Qingqing's shoulder to keep his balance.

"..."

Qing Qing pushed his hand away expressionlessly.

Regardless of his safety?

This heartless woman!

A faint wind blew up in the mountains, and the autumn wind was cool, blowing up the withered and yellow peach leaves on the ground, falling on the stone steps, and the little novice who had just been swept clean was swept in vain again.

The wind brought another chrysanthemum.

With yellow core and white petals, it looks good and clean.

Chen Shu reached out to catch it.

Looking back, the mountain temple is still the same, the white pagoda is still the same, and the tourists are still the same. The little monk holding the broom looked up at the green and yellow leaves. Swipe down the steps.

Everyday still.

……

The little girl was sitting upright on the sofa, with a white cat's tail lying across her lap, the hair was fluffy and white, and the tip of the tail was lazily fanning the wind.

"History of the Split of Jianzong" was playing on the TV.

In the living room, there was a girl with hot braids and a sword dancing slowly. She didn't know what she was dancing, and she didn't know why she insisted on dancing in the living room.

The little girl ignored her, staring intently at the TV.

"The Jianzong system is certainly powerful, but the requirements for talent are too high. Innate conditions have far more influence on achievements than acquired hard work. The inability to recruit enough disciples who meet the requirements is also the reason why Jianzong fell to the top position thousands of years ago. one of the reasons……

"In addition, most of the sword cultivators in Jianzong have weird personalities, they like to act rashly, and they like to provoke fellow disciples and others. Some disciples can't bear to get along with them, and they have to seek other ways to improve themselves under the limitation of their talents, so they With a new sword cultivation system that is completely different from the traditional sword cultivation system..."

The man in the living room was still dancing and dancing.

Xiaoxiao couldn't see her.

She couldn't hear the TV either.

Suddenly there was a vibration.

"Buzz."

Both of them turned their heads and looked at the phone.

Zhang Yogurt was disappointed.

The little girl grabbed her cell phone.

It's a photo from my brother-in-law.

The little girl read it carefully and frowned.

Suddenly I regret growing up.

Because the brother-in-law took his sister out to play alone today on the grounds that "you are an adult, you need more living space of your own". It is better for her not to bring her and Tao Zi.

Chapter 268 Brother Huang Can Write Poetry?

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"Brother Jiang, move on."

Chen Shu sat down next to Jiang Lai, tucked himself into the sofa, took out his phone, and checked the photos taken today again.

I've watched it several times, and the more I look at it, the better it looks.

The more you see it, the more beautiful it is.

The more you look at yourself, the more handsome you are.

Meng Chunqiu who was opposite asked: "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you all day, where have you been?"

"Xinzheng Temple."

"Go to Xinzheng Temple again?"

"hold head high……"

Chen Shu looked at the phone, zoomed in, and didn't raise his head: "Isn't it Chongyang today? I went to Xinzheng Temple to climb up and look far away, to enjoy autumn and chrysanthemums."

"Admiring chrysanthemums? How can there be chrysanthemums in Xinzheng Temple?"

"Under the White Tower."

"White Pagoda? Isn't that the inner courtyard area? Brother Chen, how did you get in as a tourist?" Meng Chunqiu was surprised and doubtful. As a child of the royal family, even if he went to Xinzheng Temple with the elders of the royal family to burn incense and worship Buddha, he would only enter the inner courtyard at most. Walked around the courtyard, and came out after a meal.The White Pagoda is a place for Bodhisattvas to practice purely. Although the disciples of the inner court can go around the pagoda, he has never been there, and it is tens of meters away from the White Pagoda recently.

"Brother Chen, don't you know how to brag?"

"Brother Chen, is the White Pagoda in your photo?" Jiang Lai squinted at Chen Shu's screen.

"Yes." After Chen Shu finished answering, he answered Meng Chunqiu again, "I happened to know a monk from Xinzheng Temple, and he took me there."

"I see."

Meng Chunqiu nodded, which was reasonable, and then asked: "Is there a chrysanthemum planted under the White Pagoda? I don't seem to have any impression."

"Yes, Mu Chunju."

"Mu Chunju?"

Meng Chunqiu suddenly had a strange expression.

"what happened?"

"On the second day after the first emperor abdicated, there was an extra bunch of wooden spring chrysanthemums at the gate of the palace. I don't know who sent them." Meng Chunqiu paused, "We juniors also thought that someone sent chrysanthemums just after the first emperor abdicated. , Most of this kind of thing is done by the sword master of Jianzong, only he can do it..."

Chen Shu moved his eyes away from the phone screen, raised his eyelids, and looked at Meng Chunqiu:

"The first emperor and the Bodhisattva had a good personal relationship, right?"

"Indeed, the late emperor and Yingjie Bodhisattva, Changpei Taoist head, and Sword King all have very good personal relationships and have known each other for a long time." Meng Chunqiu nodded, "I heard that the late emperor was a very easy-going person when he was young. Good relationship."

"Is that so..."

Chen Shu could barely understand it.

Probably like a group of sand sculptures.

If the follow-up development continues, no one becomes a god, and no one has an accident halfway, then the group leader who practiced the imperial spiritual law must be the first to die.

At that time, when you are old, have experienced vicissitudes, and are in a high position, everyone will respect you and regard you as a god, and there will be only a few old friends left, but they will continue to wither like leaves in the wind. No one can avoid it. Melancholy.

It's too far to think about that now.

Chen Shu couldn't help but think of the year when he first came to Yujing. During the Chinese New Year, he was lying on the sofa at Chen Banxia's house, watching videos bored at night, and found the news that the first emperor went to Xinzheng Temple to burn incense on New Year's Day.

In the picture, the first emperor and Yingjie Bodhisattva walked side by side, stepping over the 3000-year-old bluestone slab, and passing through the yard, not knowing where they were going, leaving only two backs.

It was last year.

At that time, Yingjie Bodhisattva was already known as the living Buddha, and he rarely descended from the White Pagoda. It was also in the autumn of that year that the former emperor abdicated.