moonlit night

Fairy?

"The Taoist said that only immortals can cure Master's disease," the young monk continued timidly, "We heard that burning the incense of Jialan Changming can attract immortals riding cranes to descend from the blue sky, so we wanted to try it. , and in the end you..."

He swallowed the second half of the sentence, because he saw the person behind Luo Qingluan coming down from the sword.

"Immortal!" A few young monks rushed forward, making a gesture of falling to their knees with a plop, and whimpered in unison, "I beg you to save my master."

Yue Qingchen was a little puzzled.

This good Buddhist disciple doesn't go to the Buddha to chant scriptures and pray for his master to pray for the blessing of the Buddha, but he doesn't know what kind of crooked way he has heard, and he wants to invite some immortals. Anyone who hears it feels nondescript.

However, despite doubts in his heart, he still pushed them lightly through the sandalwood-filled air in the temple, preventing them from kneeling.

"Master Wuwang is Master Wuwang?" Yue Qingchen said as calmly as possible.

But no matter how peaceful his tone was, coupled with Wang Shujun's fairy-like outfit, it all became coercive.

The leader stared at his face that was still covered with ice jade mask and the white clothes that seemed to be filled with immortality as if he had never seen the world, then lowered his head and said foolishly: "You are indeed an immortal, you even know this , Is it like the scriptures say that blowing a breath can save a person?"

After Jun Changye heard his words, he took a step forward calmly and stood in front of Yue Qingchen.

"Okay, you bunch of little people who eat inside and out, it doesn't count if you steal something, but you're still dodging here!" A loud shout suddenly sounded like thunder from the other side of the courtyard wall. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a big boy. The fat monk was furiously rushing towards this side with a long stick. Looking at his fierce appearance, he was not a Buddhist monk from a pure place, he clearly looked like a yaksha who wanted to eat people.

Yue Qingchen watched the great monk move from far to near aggressively, and with a thought, he put away the long sword with a strong cold and evil spirit behind him.

"Who are you? Sneaky, what's the purpose?" The fat monk saw three suspicious-looking strangers here from a long distance away, but he didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, so he yelled tentatively. , and then clenched the stick in his hand, vigilantly slowing down and walking towards this side.

"Qingluan," Yue Qingchen called lightly, "Put the sword away."

"Yes, Master!" Luo Qingluan said crisply, and immediately put the water kite in his hand into the magic weapon of space.

"Uncle, they are not bad people," the young monk who had just answered hurriedly ran over, "They are immortals, they can cure Master's illness!"

"Amitabha, you little bastard, don't you know that it's not peaceful recently?" The fat monk grabbed the little monk by the ear and lifted him up, slapped him on the buttocks, and said viciously: "Say, do you forget to be happy?" You took the lead? Who taught you to steal? Can you believe the words of Taoist priests?"

"Amitabha, I just want to give it a try." Wang Le's lips drooped, but he didn't cry, and shouted stubbornly: "If the master wakes up, the elder brother won't be wronged like this."

The two of them chattered and communicated on their own, completely forgetting the three "sneaky" people standing aside.

Jun Changye just wanted to go forward to reveal the identities of the three of them, but Yue Qingchen held his shoulders. The latter shook his head slightly to signal him not to be nervous, then walked around behind him, and walked slowly towards Shang Shang who was still yelling. of two people.

The plain and cold white clothes walked in front, almost blending into the surrounding solemn courtyard, reflecting the distant sound of the empty bells and the floating clouds in the sky, there was a kind of sacred and noble without the slightest smoke and fire. .

"Little brother," Jun Changye was staring deeply at the back with a complicated gaze that he didn't realize, but a young monk who was not as tall as his shoulders pulled the corner of his clothes and called out. The reader kept looking at his moon-white skirt, and asked curiously, "Are you the boy next to the immortal?"

Jun Changye didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he just responded reflexively: "Yeah."

Noticing that the eyes of the people around him were looking at him with more reverence, Jun Changye came back to his senses, thinking to himself that he must be stunned, and then asked without changing his face: "Who told you that burning incense can attract people's attention?" Immortal?"

"It's a Taoist priest of the Maoshan Sect." The little monk touched the dark frost pattern floating on Jun Changye's sleeve, and wanted to touch his chest as if he was not satisfied after touching it, and murmured: "It turns out that the clothes worn by gods Is such that."

Jun Changye avoided it calmly.

The little monk felt for a while, and saw that his face was not very amiable, so he calmed down immediately, and said honestly: "It is said that the Taoist priest is very magical, and he knows everything if he can pinch him. Dian secretly heard him mention this method, so he thought about trying it, it was better than worrying about not being able to do anything."

Here, the little monk babbled about their story of stealing incense like beans. Over there, I don't know what Yue Qingchen said to the fat monk. Qingchen saluted and said: "The poor monk's name is Prajna. I knew the guest was coming, and I have already cleaned up the guest room. The abbot is currently in the Tianbao Hall. Please come with me."

He already knew that Kunwu Mountain was going to send someone, but he didn't know that it was the Lord of Juechen Peak who came, let alone that this majestic sage would leave the main entrance and go to the backyard instead.

"It turns out to be Master Prajna, who has been famous for a long time," Yue Qingchen nodded, and then greeted his two disciples: "Let's go."

"Here," Banruo scratched his head in embarrassment, "Tianbao Hall is the most important place in our temple, and ordinary idlers wait, or..."

"Master, my junior brother and I will wait for you in the meditation room first," Luo Qingluan said crisply, and very consciously smiled at Wang Le, who was still humming with anger: "Can I ask the little master to lead the way? I haven't asked the little master's name yet. I don't know..."

"Ah, I'm Wang Le," Wang Le was the first time to have such a close contact with the opposite sex, and she was still such a beautiful little girl. She couldn't help feeling a little nervous, her ears turned red, and she stammered, "Amitabha, I don't know, I don't know about the female benefactor..."

"My name is Qingluan," Luo Qingluan responded with a smile, pointing to Jun Changye beside him and said, "That's my junior brother, called Changye. We are not immortals, but we are all good people."

"Amitabha, Qing... Luan, Chang Ye, the name is really... really nice," Wang Le stammered again, "I'll take you...to the meditation room."

Before he finished speaking, his face was blushing again, almost catching up with the color of Ji Ditang's robe.

Jun Changye raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Qingchen, as if hesitating to speak, but in the end he obediently came over and stood beside Wang Le, and smiled at him, "Thank you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Le quickly waved his hand, the tone of his conversation with Jun Changye was quite normal.

"Lead the way well, don't neglect the little benefactor," the fat monk said angrily, "Amitabha, form is emptiness."

After the training, he turned his head and said to Yue Qingchen with a pleasant face: "Please, distinguished guest."

"Please."

This Xiangyue Qingchen was taken by Banruo to the Tianbao Hall, but the road was deserted, except for the little monk who was responsible for cleaning the courtyard.

This is not normal, the sky is bright now, even if the Wanfu Hall was on fire the day before yesterday and the Buddhist temple was closed for rectification and no visitors were received, just saying that the rectification needs mobilizing teachers and mobilizing people, such a large reclining temple should not be so deserted.

unless……

"Is there anything you want to ask, honored guest?" Before he said anything, Prajna could not hold back his temper and broke the silence first.

Prajna is a straightforward person, although as a Zen master in the temple, his status is only lower than that of the three senior brothers in the temple, but he is straightforward and honest, he hates evil like hatred, and has no twists and turns. However, because of this, he has often been exhorted by Mi Sheng, advising him to keep his heart and mind at ease, and remember the Ten Commandments.

He has always been willing to listen to the words of compassionate students, and he has indeed restrained his temper a lot in recent years, but this talkative temperament seems to have been brought out of his mother's womb, and he can't sit in front of the Buddha statue for a while like the senior brothers. Except for chanting sutras all day long, I didn't say a word.

Therefore, even though Mr. Min specifically asked everyone not to disclose the incident in the temple, it seemed very inscrutable to Qingchen last month, who was naturally indifferent and talkative, Banruo still couldn't stand it, worried that it would be wrong for him not to speak. Because something has already been seen.

"It's nothing at all," Yue Qingchen pondered for a moment, then responded lightly: "I just don't know which Taoist leader of the Maoshan Sect came up with the idea of ​​burning incense to save lives?"

He deliberately avoided the strange situation in the temple, and did not make it difficult for Prajna.

"Cough, speaking of this," Banruo clenched his fists, as if he had eaten a fly, and said angrily, "Does your guest know about Maoshan Yuxu's lord's younger brother? It's the one who is said to have lost his soul and soul at birth. The one who has been insane for a long time. Somehow, since he took advantage of a loophole two years ago and ran down the mountain and was found again, this missing soul came back by himself. Not only did he not go crazy, but I have acquired a good skill and can calculate the secrets of heaven."

"Oh?" Yue Qingchen looked a little interested, "There is such a thing?"

"Isn't it?" Banruo saw that he was interested, and the problem of being insane came out again, "This matter is very strange, and Sect Master Yuxu is also very puzzled. He is worried that he was taken away by someone, so he specially tested him many times. But the conclusion is that his stupid brother is really getting better, and besides being able to pinch and count, he can also draw talismans. , Do you think God is magical? Sect Master Yuxu almost treats him as a treasure."

Speaking of this, Banruo took a look at Yue Qingchen and found that he was indeed listening carefully, not perfunctory. He was busy for a while, thinking to himself that everyone thought his words were ugly and didn't like to listen to them, and they didn't like to talk to themselves. It's rare to meet someone who likes to listen today, so I must try my best to say a few more words, and hurriedly continued:

"But it's just such a Taoist who has an adventure, but he can't cultivate the spirit at all. He has a fancy dress, and he has to be protected wherever he goes. It's nothing. I used to raise it when I was stupid. Maoshanzong He won't collapse if he eats with an extra mouth, but he doesn't know how to restrain himself, he beats and scolds the people around him at every turn, he's quite out of tune, and he's also very arrogant. I don't like it, so I don't care about it, I just shut the people who came to the door, and said arrogantly that only the fate of the noble people is counted, and the little people are not counted. This has offended many people. I think Yu Sovereign Master Xu is probably in a difficult position, if I were the Sovereign, I would have driven him down the mountain to fend for himself, why should he stay on the mountain to give birth.”

In the blink of an eye, we have arrived at the main hall. Even in the daytime, countless blue candles are always burning in the hall. There are many lights and shadows. Come.

Someone in the hall recited: "When you observe that the five aggregates are all empty in nature, what is the name of the five aggregates in nature? The so-called form is empty and empty is form. Such is the empty appearance, nothing arises, nothing perishes, no pollution, no purity, no increase, no loss..."

The person who enters the hall door is facing the outside, and there is a wooden clay sculpture of the Buddha of the third generation sitting upright. Under the statue, there is a person in a deep red cassock, who is sitting devoutly towards the Buddha statue with his back facing the main entrance. mouth.

Yue Qingchen stopped at the entrance of the main hall, waiting for Prajna to enter the transmission, and glanced into the hall while doing nothing, and found that there were more than one person among them.

At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly sounded in the hall, breaking the originally deep and remote atmosphere of compassion:

"Master, I'm usually at odds with my Buddha, and I don't listen to people chanting sutras. Now that you're chanting this heart sutra, I'm dizzy and want to sleep. If there's nothing else, I'll withdraw first and go back to take care of it. Save your energy and save yourself trouble at night."

After finishing speaking, he even yawned a real big yawn to show that he was really sleepy.

"I didn't think well." The sound of knocking wooden fish in the hall stopped for a moment, and then sounded again as if nothing had happened. "Benefactor, please do what you want."

"Thank you Master for your compassion." The voice continued lazily, "Huaiyuan, I think you are sleepy too, let's go with Master Uncle."

"I'm fine," another voice that sounded much younger and calmer sounded in a low voice, as if suppressing some emotions in it, "you go, I will stay and listen to the master's orders."

"Do as you please," said the lazy man indifferently, "I'm leaving, don't miss me too much."