Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"Hey, he has already entered Buddhism, so why are you so persistent? This is just a matter for the court, but you are from the martial arts world." Master Wuhui sighed deeply.

Yan Qiaotian smiled helplessly, avoided talking about Master Wuhui's words, but went straight to the core, and said: "I know that disturbing people who have already been born is disrespectful to the Buddha, but my Buddha has a saying, to save people One life wins the construction of a seven-level pagoda, such a good opportunity, the master doesn't want to give up, does he?"

"Well, the poor monk once said at the beginning that his affairs will not be so simple. The master of the family needs people who are born in the world, and people who have joined the world. Decide, everything depends on his own choice." After finishing speaking, Master Wu Hui lowered his head and closed his eyes, gently twirling the Buddhist beads in his hand, and did not speak again.

Yan Qiao knew that this was a kind of refusal, so he stood up, bowed slightly behind him, and left the meditation room.

As soon as he walked out of the meditation room, there was a monk in monk uniform waiting outside the door. As soon as he saw Yan Qiaotian, he quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands together and said: "Benefactor Yan, the abbot just ordered that the poor monk has gone I asked, sorry, he doesn't want to see you."

"What is the Master's Dharma name?" Yan Qiaotian had expected the result would be like this, so he said happily instead of worrying, "Can you accompany me for a walk in Shaolin Temple."

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Huiming." After Huiming finished speaking, he stepped aside, raised his hand and said, "Please benefactor."

Although Yan Qiaotian has met Master Wuhui, this is the first time he has come to Shaolin Temple. It is said that Buddhism emphasizes quietness and inaction. Walking on the wet stone road of Shaolin Temple, one's heart will unknowingly become peaceful and peaceful. It seems to have found a pure land in life.

"Master, can you tell me what Dong Lang's dharma name is?" Yan Qiaotian asked casually.

Huiming stopped slightly, then followed Yan Qiaotian's footsteps, and said: "I hope the benefactor can't blame me, there is no Dong Lang in our temple, and the poor monk doesn't know who Dong Lang is."

"It's okay, let's just walk around." Yan Qiaotian said with a smile.

It was almost dark at this time, and there were fewer and fewer monks walking around in Shaolin Temple. Yan Qiaotian seemed to be observing everywhere aimlessly, wondering which monk would be interested in him in this huge Shaolin Temple.

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After nightfall, Yan Qiaotian found the monk's meditation room with ease. It was located in a corner of Shaolin Temple. Compared with other places, it was much quieter, as if it was isolated from the world.

At this time, there was a faint candlelight shining in the meditation room, and there were some eager sounds of wooden fish.

Yan Qiaotian didn't hide his figure, he went straight to the door and gently opened the door.

A young figure in the room with his back turned to him seemed to feel something strange. He stopped the wooden fish in his hand, and even the sound of chanting sutras stopped unconsciously, but he didn't turn around.

"Master, why didn't you read it anymore? Didn't they all say that a person who is in meditation has no distracting thoughts?" Yan Qiaotian walked forward slowly.

The man still didn't speak, but his figure was obviously a little unsteady, and the hand holding the Buddhist beads couldn't help trembling slightly.

"In other words, the master is actually not in the world?" Yan Qiaotian stopped behind the man, and continued, "If you have any concerns in your heart, even if you enter the Buddhist gate, you may be rejected by the Buddha."

"Benefactor, you went to the wrong room." The man finally said.

Yan Qiaotian smiled slightly, crossed his hands on his chest, and said, "I didn't go to the wrong room, and isn't Master waiting for me?"

Hearing the words, the man turned around slowly. It was a delicate face, and his melancholy eyes seemed to be tightly wrapped by pool water, making people look at him with an inexplicable sadness. His eyes were fixed on him. Yan Qiaotian murmured: "Who the hell are you?"

Yan Qiaotian walked across to that person, knelt down slowly, stared at him, and said with a smile: "Down to Yan Qiaotian, you are Dong Lang."

"The poor monk Jie Yuan is not Dong Lang as the benefactor said." Jie Yuan clasped his hands together.

"It doesn't matter if you are predestined or Dong Lang, as long as it is you." Yan Qiaotian brushed the wooden fish in front of the desk with both hands, and muttered in his mouth, "There is a saying in the Buddha's words, to save all living beings, since the master is a Buddhist Disciple, don’t you want to save sentient beings?”

"The poor monk is saving all sentient beings, why does the benefactor ask this question?" Jie Yuan asked suspiciously.

Yan Qiaotian raised his eyes to stare at him, and said sternly: "Now the world is about to face a catastrophe, and the master can save the suffering. As long as you take action, the people in the world will be saved from the misfortune. Does the master really want to stay out of it?"

Jie Yuan's eyes sank, and he said, "The poor monk doesn't know what the benefactor wants."

"I have inquired that the master went to Shaolin Temple to become a monk one month after the death of Mr. Li Qiao, but I don't know why the master chose this time?" Yan Qiaotian asked.

Jie Yuan's eyes were deep, he stopped the Buddhist beads in his hand, and sighed secretly: "Buddha Yuan comes when you say it, this is not something poor monks can control."

Yan Qiaotian smiled slightly and said, "I'm afraid it's not some kind of Buddha's fate, but the evil in the master's heart, maybe it's about Li Qiao, maybe it's about the emperor."

"Almsgiver, this is the pure land of Buddhism. I hope you don't desecrate the Buddha." After Jie Yuan finished speaking, he clasped his hands and closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha."

Yan Qiaotian ignored it, and said: "Huh, if there is a Buddha in my heart, there will be Buddhas everywhere. This Buddha will never convict me just because of Yan Qiaotian's few words, but he is a master. I don't want to hear it mentioned below. Could it be There is concern in your heart, can't you make your heart as still as water?"

"Benefactor, the poor monk is tired, please come back, benefactor." Jie Yuan acted as if he rejected people thousands of miles away.

Yan Qiaotian didn't intend to leave, he knew that if he left, he would never have another chance, and his time was running out, he couldn't bear to wait any longer, so he pretended not to hear the predestined relationship Then he continued: "Master, the emperor has fallen now. Is this the purpose of your chanting here? If you still care about him, then you should go back to him and explain everything you want to say clearly, otherwise you will be killed." If you go away like this, there will always be a shadow in the master's heart, and you will never be able to reach the other side that the Buddha asked for."

Jie Yuan opened his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, Yan Qiaotian immediately caught the strangeness, he knew he had guessed right, so he continued: "Li Qiao is dead, now only you can help him, and only you can help him. Only you can rescue him from the sea of ​​misery, don’t you want to save him, you also want to save the people of the world?”

"Benefactor, you are wrong. The only one who can save him is himself. The poor monk has committed himself to Buddhism, so naturally he will not ask about worldly affairs. Donor, please go back." Jie Yuan said coldly.

"Hmph, you keep talking about Xushen Buddhism, but you clearly have longing and concern for him in your eyes. After studying for so many years, you haven't forgotten him. I don't know whether the master is lying to me or to him. Someone else?" Yan Qiaotian laughed softly after finishing speaking, "Maybe Master doesn't want to be a sober person, after all, one can live a lifetime in a state of mindlessness."