dragon pen

Swallowing the Buddha means that the Buddha's principles are infinitely tolerant, swallowing up all the ills and evils in the world, and swallowing up all the thoughts of ignorance and hesitation.

"Tun Buddha, why were you born?"

"Because you are delusional."

"Tun Buddha, why did you change form?"

"To keep you safe for a hundred years."

When the man said such words, his expression was indifferent, as if everything came from his heart, without any worries or hesitation, it was natural.

Standing under the pine tree, the little monk was stunned for a moment and then smiled. He stretched out his palm to the person sitting on the branch of the pine tree—the latter lowered his eyes, stared at his palm for a long time, and finally came out of the tree branch. Flying down, he overlapped his hand with the palm that was much narrower in comparison...

At the moment when the palms of the two touched, the sky-shaking dragon chant suddenly resounded from the sky!In an instant, the man in white clothed in front of him shone with dazzling light, and instantly turned into a giant dragon soaring into the sky, and finally turned into a white light, disappearing into the heart of the little monk standing under the pine tree...

In the distance, Toon Courtyard.

Qingzhu brought the warm wine and entered the room, and at a glance, he saw a handsome man with a white fox fur blanket on his knees, propping his head on one hand, dozing off bit by bit...

"Master, the plum wine you want has been warmed for you." The woman brought the plum wine to the side of the couch and put it down gently, without letting the porcelain on the tray make the slightest sound, only her soft voice in the room .

"..."

The man with his eyes closed didn't answer, as if he was really asleep—Qingzhu smiled, picked up the small wine pot, removed the plum branches placed on it for decoration, tilted the pot and poured some into the small wine glass, Then he began to think to himself: "Jinling City is very busy recently, and it doesn't count that you are such an honored guest. Just now, the sky outside was still singing dragons... People say that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, and this year's snow There are many downs, and the dragon is here, I am afraid that something good will happen in the coming year—Master?"

The man lying on the couch finally opened his eyes, but there was no sleepiness in those red pupils. He let out a lazily "hmm", muttering as if repeating, "It is indeed a good thing." ", instead of taking the wine glass that had been handed to him, he reached out and picked up the new branch of plum blossom on the tray——

There are four or five flowers blooming on it, just in time.

"Why did you fold such a beautiful flower?"

"Flowers are for appreciation. They grow outdoors and bloom and wither alone. It's better to fold them and bring them back to a lively place. Even if they wither faster, it's still worth blooming in vain—"

"withered?"

"That's not right, leaving the root..."

Before Qing Zhu finished speaking, her eyes widened slightly in the next moment: just because she saw the plum blossom branch stretching and growing in the man's hand, with tender leaves and flowers, and strong roots... At the end, the man seemed bored and threw the flower branch away. Playing back the jug tray, he lazily said: "If it is in the hands of someone who cares, you can live independently without your roots."

"How long to live?"

"I don't know, it depends on how long someone wants to keep him alive."

"..."

At this time, it was probably snowing outside again, and the snow was hitting the window panes making small and broken sounds, but no one in the room took the initiative to speak again, and fell into silence.

……

Just after the moonlit night, Anle Temple.

The temple was silent.

That night, the monk who was assigned to guard the Buddha lamp looked at the sky that was only slightly bright outside the window. He stood up from the futon and pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall. He picked up the bamboo broom in the corner and was about to sweep the snow. When the sun passes by, you can always see the little monk holding a bamboo broom sweeping the snow on the steps. If someone passes by, he will raise his head and smile and say: "Morning brother, I am sweeping the snow, and the snow must be swept clean." , so as not to slip when the pilgrims come."

...Release.

The monk sighed, and couldn't help but wonder if they were indeed being too mean to him these days—

When did it start?

The monk held the bamboo broom in his arms and fell into deep thought, but at this moment, he heard someone knocking on the temple gate not far away - at first he was slightly taken aback and thought he heard it wrong, but After listening carefully, I found that the sound of "button button" didn't stop at all, but was persistently knocking until someone came to open the door—who could it be this early in the morning?

While thinking about it, the monk mumbled "here we are" and went to open the door, but when he saw the person standing outside the door, he was startled first, and then he couldn't help but whisper in surprise: "Shikong! Is that you! Ah, I thought you—”

The little monk standing outside the door stepped over the threshold. His clothes were wet and then frozen to his body. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. When he moved, the string of Buddhist beads swayed slightly.

"I thought you really ran away! At that time, you wore so little clothes and had no money on you. I thought you would suffer a lot when you went down the mountain like this! Are you hungry? Are you not freezing—Senior Brother Shi Yuan, but Getting angry, ordered us to send you to him when we saw you, I think you are still fine..."

"Then go."

The sudden faint voice interrupted the monk's thoughts, he was stunned, and at this moment he saw the little monk walking in front turned his head to look at him - those black pupils also looked special in the morning snow fog Bright, he smiled at him, completely without the anger and excitement when he rushed down the mountain yesterday——

"Where is he? I'll go find him."

"...in, in the Zen room that Master often uses."

"Oh," Shi Kong lowered his eyes, "is he worthy?"

"Wh, what? Oh, Shi Kong, you can't talk nonsense like that, now Senior Brother Shi Yuan is acting as the host, so naturally—"

"Master said that in Anle Temple, there is no Shi Yuan, only a demon who wants to become a Buddha." As Shi Kong walked, he squeezed the Buddhist beads in his hand, "I don't care what he is, but he bears the burden of Hui Hai. Brother Huineng's life has been ruined, and I will not let him become a Buddha!"

While talking, he quickened his pace, and in the end the monk who was following him couldn't keep up—he could only watch helplessly as Shi Kong walked faster and faster, as if his steps were about to hang in the air, and there was a faint lightness all over his body. white light...

"Hey, Shikong? Hey——"

The figure from the back is Yue Ming walking farther...

When he came to the door of the Zen room where Shi Yuan was, he pushed open the door almost rudely. The shocking thing in the room was that Shi Yuan was pressing on a young monk with a blushing complexion and blurred eyes—the door suddenly opened. Being forcibly pushed away from the outside, Shi Yuan's eyes quickly turned red, Nie Gen withdrew from the body of the person under him, and the moment he saw the person outside the door, he opened his mouth: "Shi Kong, it turned out to be you, I I thought you wouldn't come back..."

"evildoer!"

Shi Kong gave a low drink——

"The land of Buddhism! How can you allow yourself to be presumptuous here!"

As the words fell, the beads in his hand suddenly scattered, and the beads shrouded in white light quickly scattered in the direction of Shi Yuan as if being controlled by someone——

After the initial surprise, Shi Yuan snorted "I'm not a little courageous", at the same time he waved his monk's robe and accepted the scattered Buddhist beads one by one!

Shi Kong grasped it with both hands, and the Buddhist beads flew from other directions to flank him. Shi Yuan had to jump up from the couch, avoiding countless Buddhist beads while the monk's robes were flying.But there were still a few hit him, making a "ZiZi" sound, exposing the pale skin like dead wood scars, making the imprint on Shi Yuan's waist feel like it was burning!

"Little bald donkey, what's in your body!"

Shi Yuan's eyes were red with anger, and when he stretched out his hands, they turned into countless tree vines to wrap Shi Kong tightly, but Shi Kong didn't dodge, and was directly bound!Seeing that Shi Yuan succeeded, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, the branch climbed unhurriedly and stretched towards Shi Kong's buttocks, and said with a smile: "Shi Kong, you child, when you taste the goodness of senior brother , you won't resist like this..."

The words did not fall.

Suddenly, the wind howled in the sky, the blizzard fell, and the sound of dragon chant resounded in the sky!

Shi Yuan's expression changed, and he didn't even realize what happened. In the next second, he saw several dazzling rays of light from the gaps in the vines around the little monk, and then a silver-white dragon broke through the restraint, overturning the off the tiled roof of the Zen house, and rushed straight to his door——

"This is, Zhu..."

Shi Yuan's face was pale and terrified, and he took several steps back again and again, but the silver-white giant dragon had arrived in front of him at this time, and in the slightly enlarged pupils, he saw the giant dragon transformed into a very handsome man in white clothes, He condescendingly looked down at the pale face, snorted coldly, "Butterfly", the next moment he held the white light long sword in his hand, and the long sword pierced Shi Yuan's chest in an instant, and the red blood splashed immediately!

……

Outside the meditation room, the blizzard suddenly stopped.

The cold wind poured in from the roof that was broken by the force.

After a long time, the monk with flushed cheeks woke up from the collapsed bed in a daze. He only felt that his back was sore, and there was a strange feeling coming from the unspeakable place behind him... He stood up and took a fixed look. The little monk not far away stepped forward to support him——

"Shi, Shikong? Why are you here? Where am I? Isn't this Zen room belongs to Master? What happened to the roof?"

"It's okay," Shi Kong lowered his eyes, pulled a thin quilt to cover his senior brother's naked body, "Shi Yuan is dead."

The monk was stunned.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at the dead branches and rotten leaves of the acacia tree and the red acacia beans scattered on the ground of the meditation room. He laughed: "What Shiyuan, who are you talking about? How can there be acacia in Anle Temple?" Someone with that name?"

"..."

Shi Kong was stunned.

The sleeves of the monk's robe that fell down due to the action of lifting the monk on the couch covered the traces on the young monk's slender arms, and only a faint end of a dragon's tail fin stretched out from the sleeves, and the rest The location faded into the shadow of the sleeve...

After a while, the little monk nodded with a smile and said slowly: "Well, no, I was confused."