Ning Gu

The room was silent, Xie Wuling looked at the man, but responded with contempt.

Yong Guogong turned his eyes and surveyed the surroundings, seeing Xie Wuling leaving with everyone, only the accompanying officials and the abbot said: "Dare to ask the abbot, who is that?"

"He is a person who has a relationship with Buddha." The abbot took his seat calmly, "He is practicing beside the poor monk."

"Oh." Duke Yong's eyes lit up, but he sipped the tea and covered it up, "That's really a pity."

The accompanying official was still standing by, and answered the conversation with a smile, with a bit of flattery in his eyes: "It's such a pity, this handsome man has returned to this Xianshan Zhaoxing."

"Sin, sin." The abbot paused slightly, and said, "I don't know why the benefactor made such a statement?"

"Oh? The abbot doesn't know?" Yong Guogong put the teacup on the case and asked with raised eyebrows.

"The poor monk doesn't know."

The accompanying official got the wink from Duke Yong again, and arrogantly snatched up the words, just like the rooster who gained power: "The leader of Fufeng City's lord who can be established in the world should be Wang Shuo, the prime minister's family. Wang Shuo is young and promising. , how many daughters of Fufeng want to marry."

"The poor monk doesn't understand the meaning of the benefactor."

"As far as Xiu knows, Wang Shuo, abbot Huixuan, your chief disciple, is the abbot right to say what Xiu said?"

"Buddhism doesn't ask about the predecessors." The abbot picked up the teacup and drank it leisurely, noncommittal in his words, "Since Huixuan has converted, he will ignore the affairs of the world."

As soon as the words were brushed away, Duke Yong frowned, and his hands clasped the armrests of the wooden chair: "Naxiu has a question and would like to ask for advice. My younger brother Zhao Zuo will stay here in Zhaoxing for three months. Can the abbot know why? ?”

"Except for Duke Yong, the poor monk has not known any other princes and grandchildren so far."

"Kexiu heard that there are many elegant and sages in Zhaoxing Temple, how does the abbot know that there are no princes and grandchildren among them?"

"The ruined temple of Zhaoxing's poor family, the poor monk thought that Zhaoxing had nothing but the blue sky above his head and the muddy road under his feet. As for the Naya sages, they were just some officials of the Han nationality who loved purity and stayed in Zhaoxing for a night. Those who can live in Zhaoxing for a long time, except old hermits, are those who want to convert." Speaking of this, the abbot paused for a moment, raised his eyes again, and said, "The poor monk also has doubts, and I hope the benefactor can clarify."

"Abbot, please tell me."

"Dare to ask the benefactor to come to Zhaoxing, is it for courtesy or for refuge?"

"Naturally, the Duke is out of respect for the virtuous, so how could he convert?" The accompanying officials answered the words somewhat indifferently.

The abbot cast a sideways glance at the man, and couldn't help worrying for the person on the gate, if such an official enters the temple, the temple may not be clean.

"Since I am respectful to the virtuous, I don't know who the benefactor is looking for. The poor monk is willing to do his best."

"Just now Xiu thought that Xiu had already made a name for the Taoist, why did the abbot ask again?"

"For Wang Shuo?"

"If you don't come here for Wang Shuo, who are you here for? Could it be because of the kid who brought the tea just now?" The accompanying officials frowned, presumably impatient and didn't like such twists and turns, Abbot Kuang said softly The slow talk annoyed him a little.

"Wang Shuo is not alone in Zhaoxing Temple, I'm afraid the Master Shi will be disappointed."

The accompanying officials wanted to say something else, but it was Yong Guogong who raised his hand, stopped his words, and said to himself: "Oh? The abbot means that it is not allowed?"

"Monks don't lie. There is no Wang Shuo in Zhaoxing Temple."

"That's Xiu's nuisance." Yong Guogong got up with a flick of his sleeves, turned around and retreated, "Xiu brought several eminent monks' new translations of the scriptures from Fufeng, and they will be delivered later. I don't know if Xiu can listen to Huixuan tomorrow. Master lectures?"

"If the almsgiver has the heart, you can cut down the sandalwood guest house tomorrow, and you can do it yourself. If Huixuan wants to preach the scriptures, you can listen to it." The abbot still sat on the chair and watched the man leave.

The old friend of Fufeng who had listened to all the conversation at the back of the hall, waited until the sound of footsteps stopped, and then uttered a somewhat old voice, like pulling rotten dead wood, and said quietly: "Hui Xuan has returned to vulgarity, you have already lied. "

"Yes."

"He really came here to beg my son Wang Shuo?"

"He may have come here to ask for what the boy asked for that day. It's just that he made a wrong calculation, and he was sure that what the boy asked for was Huixuan." The abbot opened the bamboo curtain in the back room for him.

"Xie Pingzhi?"

"Well, the past few years have been tempered enough, and sooner or later he will walk the way we walked."

"You planned well, but it's a pity for you."

"Why did you say that? If you didn't take refuge in the past, he couldn't be saved. Now you say," the abbot lowered his head and trimmed the folds on the monk's robe, then raised his eyes with clear eyes, "It's him, regret it? "

"Conjecturing the holy will, I think I am not as good as you. Only the two of you know whether you regret it or not. It is you, who is full of knowledge, but ends up living in this temple. The only one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in this world..." The old man did not say goodbye The words explained, but the abbot could understand what he said.

When the Holy One was enthroned, and he was a virtuous layman who had been by his side all the time, the number one counselor recognized by the world at that time was supposed to be the one who stood shoulder to shoulder with the Holy One, but after the Holy One ascended the throne, he resolutely left the temple and chose to travel. Mountains and rivers, the road of hanging pots to help the world, how many people sigh for the ruler at a time, and how many people mourn for the young pillars of the country.

"Don't talk about living here, this place is comfortable. It's not like being under a heavy gate, which restricts people. As for Jiangshan Wanli, he is sitting on it, and it doesn't matter whether I am here or not."

"Is it not important, or are you timid?" The old man asked this question to the abbot, but the abbot was stunned and did not answer for a long time.

It was the old man who laughed out loud first, and said again: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether it's timid or loving, in the end it's different. Fortunately, you have raised Xie Pingzhi to take care of you."

"If it weren't for that kid, I'm afraid Ling'er would never enter Fufeng in this life. I never taught him any power skills. I'm afraid that if he goes to Fufeng in the future, he will suffer a lot."

"That's hard to say. As long as the person in Chongque wants to protect him, Pingzhi can't bear any grievances. Speaking of that kid, how did you feel when you looked at him a few days ago?"

"I hope. As for that kid, he drank tea in my teahouse for three days just to let me show him the way."

"Tea in your tea room? That's really... embarrassing him. Did you show him the way to Pingzhi?"

"Hahaha, he has a good temper, he can stand it." The abbot gradually walked towards the table in front of the old man, and put away the tea bowl for him, "He bluntly said that he is looking for someone named Xie Pingzhi."

"According to your words, he can inherit...?"

"I don't know if he is or not. But if the successor is the one just now, I'm afraid that half of the country..." The abbot didn't finish his words, but poured out a cup of warm tea, and then looked at the old man , "It should be like this."

The tea was splashed out, scattered in all directions, and seeped into the ground. Seeing this, the two naturally understood the truth, and laughed happily, but with a bit of sarcasm and a bit of ridicule.

"Okay, today's play is not in vain. I came to listen to it from Fufeng. I listened to it. I'm going back to my Fufeng. You can continue to be your monk."

The old man stood up and walked towards the door, his body was a little hunched, probably left behind after a long time of saluting and greetings, and he was not rich, it could be said that he was thin and thin, which was enough to devote himself to this monarch.

Although it was a cry = he was old and frail, but his eyes were still piercing.

"Ah, when did Xie Pingzhi enter Fufeng, let him come to my place for a walk."

"Go to your place, you give him all the property of the Wang family?"

"Since you have taken refuge, how do you care about this dunya? Besides, I have always asked myself if I am clean and honest, how can I have any wealth?"

"Then, the benefactor, go slowly. Amitabha." The abbot immediately changed his face to be serious, and sent him off in a cold voice.

The old man didn't blame him for his appearance, he waved his hand and left.I thought to myself that only when the abbot talked about the person in power in the hall, and Xie Ping, was there still a bit of human fireworks.

After seeing off the two of them one after another, the abbot put the empty tea bowl in his hand on the table in the outer room, and then called the little monk.

"Don't go to Qingxu Temple to bother Huixuan, he doesn't have many happy days left." Before he finished speaking, the abbot coughed a few times, his mental strength was getting worse and worse than before, he knew it.What's more, he worked so hard in those years, he didn't live as long as others.In the past few years, Zhaoxing has had a lot of troubles, and he knows better than others that he is approaching the end of his life.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Let Ling'er get up early tomorrow, and go to lecture on the scriptures to that person."

"Master, I don't think Brother Pingzhi will respond."

"Let him come out of Fatan, and then come to my place to have tea. Go." The abbot turned a deaf ear to the novice, and said again.The only thing the abbot worries about is the mausoleum he raises. He has to see his choice, the temple or the rivers and lakes, before stepping into the underworld.

If it's the former, he can only do his best to pave the way for him; if it's the latter, he can let him go alone, and leave this Zhaoxing to Huixuan. In this way, that kid has fulfilled Ling'er's ambition. In spite of Ling'er's young and passionate blood, Ling'er still has this Zhaoxing family, or when Ling'er gets tired of wandering in the rivers and lakes, there will always be a world left for him as a wanderer.

As a human, you have to know that someone is waiting behind you before you dare to stride forward.

"Yes, Amitabha." The little novice knew that the abbot said the same thing, so he saluted and went to Xie Wuling's courtyard.

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