Ning Gu

The flowers and trees in the meditation room are a little deep, and the winding path leads to a secluded place. In the secluded place, there is a guest house, which is close to the mountain stream.

The spring water in the mountains was borrowed two or three scoops by the monks who made tea by the stream.

"This longevity eyebrow, apart from Master Miaofa, only you, Monk Huixuan, can cook the most delicious food in this world."

"Junior brother is joking." The monk held the pot and poured the tea into the vessel.

"No, when did I become your junior brother?" Xie Ling sat on the bluestone by the stream, waited for the little novice to offer a cup of tea, and raised his hand to take it.

"You were taught by Master. I am a person who inherits Master's mantle. Is it wrong to call you Junior Brother?"

"That's right." Xie Ling lowered his head and sipped tea, his sleeves were wet with the mountain stream, and he brushed his hands, the mountain stream stained his clothes, "Master also said that my six sense organs are not clean, so I can't take refuge. What's more..."

Huixuan followed him to sip tea with his head down, listened to the turning point in his words, and raised his eyebrows to answer: "What's more?"

"What's more, I'm afraid that this temple of yours will not tolerate me?" Xie Ling smiled with a deep meaning, Hui Xuan was shocked.

"You, remember?"

"No, I just have some intermittent memories. However, seeing how the novice in your courtyard is afraid of me, I guess I'm not a good person?"

"It's not good, don't tell me the Buddha's gatha, I can take it easy." Xie Ling threw the tea bowl into the stream, and the porcelain that had been immersed in the water sank into the clear sand on the bottom of the stream.

"Speaking of which, Master didn't say that you and I are people who have an unbroken relationship in the world, so why did you allow you to be the abbot of this temple?"

"When you stop thinking, you should take refuge."

"What do you think, I don't know?" Xie Ling was looking at the clear stream with stones and two small fishes accompanied by floating gnats, but suddenly raised his eyes and became interested, "Or did you hide it on purpose?" I?"

Huixuan listened to his words, put down the teacup, and replied with a smile: "You and I live together while urinating, what can I hide?"

"That's... I forgot. Oh."

It turned out that Xie Ling didn't realize that it was inconvenient for him to forget things, except that he couldn't match up for a few years when chatting.This is also the reason why he is unwilling to come down the mountain to the monastery, without getting in touch with his old friends, he can still act as a deceitful person, pretending that he is no different from the old days.Once we had a chat or two, things were not as good as he thought.His brows and eyes drooped, he lost interest in reminiscing about the past, he slapped the fine sand in his palm, got up and straightened his robe, wanting to leave.

Passing by Huixuan, he patted his shoulder and added: "You can give the painting after looking at it. It would be the best if the peach blossom branch can replace me with three jars of wine. If you can't replace it, then let it go. Here I've been here for three days, I'm coming back."

Huixuan continued the previous topic indifferently and said, "When she leaves, my thoughts will stop."

"Her? Master Miaofa?"

Huixuan lowered his head and sipped his tea. If it wasn't for the tightness of his hands holding the string of bodhi beads, perhaps no one would have known that his heart was agitated.

"I don't know when, someone Tao Qingxu contemplated the treasure left by Prime Minister Xie, and those thieves moved their minds. The wonderful way to treat guests is always simple, if you like it, you stay, if you don't like it, you leave, and others don't know if they are cheated."

"My stuff?"

"That's right. The villain was restless and kind, and Miaofa wanted to chase him away, but instead made the villain imprisoned." Huixuan's heart was disturbed, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads became more and more forceful, "Miaofa refuses to say you stay What did you lay down, and flog her for that villain."

Xie Ling frowned, the beauty was innocent, and she was guilty of the crime: "What happened next?"

"Later, the little maidservant in Qingxu Temple delivered the news." Huixuan closed his eyes, but his voice stopped abruptly. After a while, he said, "I don't want to offend Buddhist disciples... I don't know her, How exactly."

Seeing him pause, Xie Ling spoke in official language, so he guessed that the inside story was not as light as he was.It's just that the Sri Lankan has passed away, so it's useless to say more.He followed the words and asked, "What about the villain?"

"You arrested him and told everyone that you made him into a human pig and hid him in the Qingxu Temple. You should be afraid that some bad people will covet your treasure later." Huixuan spread his hands, He picked up the string of beads and put them on the table, and put the two bodhi Buddha beads broken in his palm into an embroidered handkerchief, and put them in his bosom.

"It turns out that I'm so cruel, it's no wonder those people say I'm thankful."

"You, if you really have such a cruel heart, it would be fine."

Xie Ling smiled at his interjection, patted Huixuan on the shoulder twice, and said, "How do you know that I don't have such a cruel heart?"

Huixuan smiled and shook his head. Seeing this, Xie Ling imitated his master, clasped his hands together, and said to him, "It's a sin, it's a sin."

"By the way, when will you take back the things you left in the Qingxu Contemplation?"

Xie Ling turned around and asked in surprise, "What is it?"

"How do I know?"

"Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

Huixuan suddenly remembered the inexplicable veil that appeared on the main hall. The veil was pure and empty, with ink mountains painted on the corners. The wonderful method used to pass the time, so he loved to splash ink on the veil, so he could recognize it at a glance. veil.

Behind the veil, there are Buddhist scriptures inexplicably appearing on the table in the room. On the opened page of the book is the "five aggregates are empty" outlined by a Chinese ink brush.Huixuan's hand holding the pages of the book couldn't help shaking, and he subconsciously covered the string of bodhi Buddha beads accompanying his hand under his sleeve.

At first Huixuan could think that the veil was a coincidence, after all Miaofa passed away for many years, if it weren't for those novice monks who have been with him all the year round, they probably didn't know that there was a real person living in the ruined temple next to Zhaoxing Temple.

And this Prajna Heart Sutra is like a thorn in his heart. His five aggregates are not all empty. Even after practicing for a few years, he is still the one who will be resentful when he mentions the wonderful method.

At the beginning, he was a timid and retreating person in this world of mortals, but now he naturally has to suffer in this period of karma, no one can get him over, and he can't get over it either.

Huixuan wanted to speak, and told Xie Ling about the coincidences of the past few days, when he saw the novice guarding the courtyard coming in, walking hurriedly, whispering in his ear.

Xie Ling saw that Huixuan's eyebrows were anxious, as if he had to deal with trivial matters in the temple, so he went back to the bluestone where he was sitting just now and squatted down.

Huixuan knew that his action was to let him handle the affairs of the temple with peace of mind, got up and said: "I will explain the reason to you later."

After speaking, Huixuan went to meet people outside the temple.

Beside the mountain stream behind the temple, one person mixes tea.In front of the mountain gate outside the temple, two people stood with their hands behind their hands.

"Uncle Congshan, what are we doing here?"

"Wait someone."

"Uncle Congshan, you changed my surname for me, does my father know?"

"It's what he asked for."

"He, how could he beg you?" Lu Qi called him an uncle, and after treating him as an uncle, he only remembered the etiquette after joking, so he kept silent and bowed his head, not expecting to hear Zhao Zuo's answer.

"Yeah." He begged me a lot, but you don't need to know.Zhao Zuo swallowed the rest of the words, and saw someone in the temple walking towards him from the crowd.

"Brother Huixuan." Zhao Zuo clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute.

"Your Majesty..." Huixuan saw that the person was dressed in white, except for his awe-inspiring aura, he was no different from the person who came to discuss the Tao with his junior brother many years ago.This claim is no different from the original one.It's just that he still has a bit of anger towards the person in front of him, even if he changed his words, his tone was still a bit indifferent: "Donate from the mountain."

"Abbot." Lu Qi imitated Zhao Zuo, folded his hands together, and bowed his head slightly in salute.

"Who is this?"

"Lu Qi, Xie Wuling's son." Lu Qi quickly replied.If it is in the heavy que, he may still think about it, and since it is here, he admits it arrogantly.

Just like when he was young, no matter how difficult it is, as long as he has this identity, it will not be difficult.

Only this sentence, he has not said for a long time.

When I mentioned it last time, I still learned from the boy of the Li family, bullying and dominating the market, and was seen by my father.That was the first time he saw his father get angry with him and asked him to copy books until late at night, while seeing Duke Zhou, he was writing vigorously.Later, it was his father who carried him back to the bed, he remembered his father's breath.

After that, he didn't say this anymore, he was afraid that his father would be angry.When he saw his father, his father was always planting flowers and weeds, with a leisurely appearance of drinking tea and cooking wine. He always felt that the word cold brows and cold eyes could not touch his father, let alone the "sycophant" criticized by those people word.What's more, he was naughty when he was young, and his father mostly preached lightly.When he was older and stole wine, his father also turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, only telling him to eat less, so as not to make others laugh.

His father, Xie Wuling, was a first-rate character.

When Huixuan heard him mention Xie Wuling, he was surprised for a moment.It took a long time to realize: "He is the son of the younger brother."

Xie Ling had no intention of entering this world, so he naturally followed his wishes. Hui Xuan made a sad face, and nodded with Lu Qi: "Poor child. Goodness——"

Fu turned his head sideways again, his eyes streamed to Zhao Zuo's place: "The benefactor from the mountain, can it be the painting of the second son of Jiangnan?"

"Congshan didn't bring any flower branches today, so I don't know if Congshan has a fate?"

"It's okay, benefactor please." Huixuan backed down and led the two of them to Yishu Pavilion behind the temple.