Impermanent Growth Manual

"What are you going to Wanfo Temple for?" Meng Qing looked at the carriage in front of him, he was separated from the front, and there were two or three maidservants on top of their carriage.

Lu Wu was already very familiar with Meng Qing. Hearing this, he smiled, peeled a citrus for him, wiped his hands with a cloth towel and said, "Our son is going to offer incense at Wanfo Temple. I heard that the incense in Wanfo Temple is effective, but The presiding master has never met anyone, probably because the young master is a little confused and wants to ask, every year whenever there is a festival, he has to go there."

Have doubts?

Meng Qing slowly put the citrus into her mouth. The citrus in this season is not delicious. Although the taste is still there, it lacks water and the taste is not very good.

After eating, he felt a little astringent in his mouth, and he drank some water before getting rid of the astringency in his mouth.

The road was very smooth and we arrived at the place, but when we were down the mountain, everyone got out of the car and wanted to go up on foot.

"It's only effective if you go up by yourself." Lu Wu smiled and picked up the basket, which contained nothing more than some snacks.

Meng Qing nodded, looked at Yin Xiu who had already stepped up in front of him, and followed after two quick steps.

Li Wan'er jumped up to his side without any fear, and pulled his trouser legs to signal him to squat down a bit, then covered her mouth with her hands, and whispered, "Can you climb very high?"

Meng Qing looked at the somewhat winding road and touched her nose, "I don't know either."

In the past, Meng Chao often came to pay homage to the Buddha, but because of her poor health, although she persisted several times, she was still carried up by the bearer directly.

Li Wan'er pursed her lips, lifted up her little skirt aggrievedly, and then began to take steps.

The group of people went out early in the morning, and the sun was already high when they reached the gate of the temple. Fortunately, it was autumn and it was not stuffy, otherwise they would have to suffer.

Panting, Meng Qing looked at the stone steps on the ground and just wanted to sit there immediately, while Li Wan'er on the side cried and hugged Yin Xiu's leg before falling down, and it took a long time before she was picked up by the guards following Yin Xiu .

Immediately, she patted her small chest and gasped for breath, "I'm exhausted to death."

A group of people invested some incense money and were taken to the main hall by the guiding monk, as if they were infected by the strong Buddha spirit. After arriving here, everyone couldn't help but calm down.

"I heard that the ancient Buddha Zhengyin once transformed a Buddhist relic here, and later he was taken in as a boy and followed him to the Four Truths to guard the [-] Rakshasas." Fan Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the sky above the Daxiong Hall. Covering the Buddha Qi path of the entire mountain.

Xie Bi'an was obviously in a good mood here, looked at the golden Buddha in the center with a smile on his face, and saluted with one hand raised in front of his chest.

I don't know if it was Fan Wujiu's illusion, but at the moment Xie Bi'an bent down, the Buddha statue seemed to show a sad and joyful expression, and when he wanted to see it more clearly, the Buddha statue returned to its original appearance .

"The Buddha object is called Midi, and it is an exquisite cat. After it was transformed into a Buddhist vessel, it became Kamosuo. Its duty is to weave the shackles for the Four Truths to seal the gate of the Rakshasa." Xie Bi'an straightened his waist and looked at the cat. After looking around, I couldn't help but take a closer look, "I remember, I was raised under the seat of Zhengyin Ancient Buddha..."

Fan Wujiu had never heard Xie Bian take the initiative to talk about these things, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears, and cautiously asked for more information, "What does the ancient Buddha look like?"

"Father Buddha." Xie Bi'an tilted his head, with a peaceful smile on his face, "The Heaven of the Four Truths is very quiet, I am quite cold-tempered, and there is no excitement under the seat of the ancient Buddha. For thousands of years, every day is chanting scriptures, meditating, and taking care of the bodhi tree..."

It sounded boring, but Fan Wujiu could hear the nostalgia for those days in Xie Bi'an's words.

Although it sounds boring, that kind of life is really comfortable. They don't need to worry about anything else, they just need to study Buddhist scriptures and comprehend Buddhist principles.

"The Underworld can do this too." Fan Wujiu said in a muffled voice, "When the King of Pluto ascends the throne at the end of his age, all three thousand monsters will be killed, and the world will be pacified. It can be so quiet in the Underworld."

Xie Bi'an smiled, then turned his head and said, "Go ahead and have a look."

After the few people were incensed, they were taken to the wing room by the little master. The facilities inside were very poor, but Meng Qing was used to it, so she sat comfortably on the stool and poured a glass after just looking around. Tea.

He had just taken a few sips when there was a knock on the door.

Meng Qing stood up and opened the door, only to find that standing outside the door was a young monk with shaved hair and wearing a gray robe, although there were no ring scars.

"What advice do you have, little master?" Meng Qing took a step back to leave a place for one person to enter, but the little monk didn't enter. He shook his head on the spot, lowered his head and said softly: "The host said that there are distinguished guests coming today. Please, son, go and have a talk."

VIP...?

Meng Qing was taken aback for a moment, then shook her hands in a funny way, and said: "I'm just a commoner, if I really want to call you a distinguished guest, it should be the young master who came with me."

"The presiding master only ordered the young monk to take the words." The little monk took a step back after hearing Meng Qing's words, and practiced a Buddhist principle, "When the benefactor thinks clearly, just close your eyes and walk out of the room, the master will guide the benefactor to go .”

The little monk left in a hurry after explaining, leaving Meng Qing alone in a daze.

The sun gradually set in the west as time went on, Meng Qing ate vegetarian without knowing what to eat, thought about it in the room, and finally walked out the door.

He didn't close his eyes, but walked to Yin Xiu's door which was only a corridor away from him.

"Young Master." After seeing Yin Xiu, Meng Qing began to hesitate, bit her lips a few times, and finally said: "What do you want most at this moment, Young Master?"

"The one you want the most?" Yin Xiu tilted his head, as if he was trying to identify the place where the strong light was, but after a while he couldn't find it, he laughed at himself and said, "Mr. Yin Zhai is alive, but he has nothing else to ask for."

"Then, where are the young master's eyes...?" Meng Qing clenched her sleeves tightly, mustering up the courage to finally ask.

Yin Xiu smiled, then shook his head, fumbled to open the window on one side, sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the wind, and said, "Just follow the fate."

Meng Qing answered blankly, closed the door and left, and returned to her room.

"Is there a record in the book of life and death for the abbot of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple?" Xie Bi'an asked.

Fan Wujiu nodded twice on the book of life and death, then nodded and said: "Yes, it's just a mortal. It's just that he was enlightened by the god Baizhan, and happened to get some emperor's fluid, so he has some Buddha bones."

"A mortal being able to do this is considered a very good fortune." Xie Bi'an smiled and raised his heels, "I just don't know what the host wants to do with Meng Qing."

Meng Qing closed her eyes and opened the door according to what the little monk said. What she was thinking in her mind was going back and forth between Yin Xiu and the little monk. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a Buddhist bell ringing, and opened her eyes with a shiver. .

The courtyard in front of him was no longer the courtyard he saw during the day, it was surrounded by scriptures, and a big Buddha in the center had a compassionate smile on his face. Looking at it, Meng Qing felt that the complicated thoughts just now gradually calmed down.

A white-bearded monk was sitting on the futon and knocking on the wooden fish, his voices were rhythmic, and he was also muttering something.

Meng Qing hesitated for a moment, and just took a step when she was noticed by the monk in front of her.

"Mr. Meng." The monk's voice sounded very hoarse, but the tea beside him was not hot at all, and the cup was full as if he hadn't drunk it.

Meng Qing was taken aback, "How does Master know my name?"

"Before your father left, he gave the little monk a whisk and asked me to keep it safe until the young master arrives."

"My father...?" Meng Qing took two steps forward and walked to the side of the host. The sound of the wooden fish ringing was still there, but the host didn't move at all.

It was only after Meng Qing walked in front of him that he realized that the host master had passed away.

"Monk Fayi, the tail whisk he holds in his arms is a fox tail of Baizhan Shenjun. His soul is still there, and he has not been arrested by the evil spirits. If the chance is enough, he should become immortal." Fan Wu Rescue closed the life book in his hand, and explained softly to Xie Bi'an at the side.

"There are not many people who believe so much." Xie Bi'an sighed, and said: "There are many bastards in the world who pretend to be fools in the name of Buddhism and Taoism, but there are very few eminent monks like this."

"Things are rare and precious." Fan Wujiu shrugged, "Not only in the world, how many gods in the world have inherited the throne of their parents and don't think or learn, just waiting to eat and drink every day."

"That's true." Xie Bi'an rubbed his nose, heard a voice from over there, didn't say anything else, and continued to watch quietly.

"The poor monk died, and his only obsession was this fetish in his arms. Now that the benefactor has come, it should be returned to the original owner." Fa Yi's voice sounded again, with a feeling that seemed to be after his wish had been fulfilled. Satisfied, he let out a deep sigh, "The poor monk gained ten years of life with the help of his father. Now that the mission is over, I ask the benefactor to take the dust fly and help the poor monk die."

Meng Qing knelt on the futon in front of Fa Yi and hesitated, raised her head and was about to say something, but suddenly froze when she saw the black tears streaming down Fa Yi's face.

"Buddha has all phenomena, self-image, human appearance, sentient beings, and longevity." Another empty Buddha's name came from Fayi's direction, and Meng Qing's whole body was shocked, and he continued listening to Fayi: "Almighty Master Remember, impermanence, no self, no form, and you must not be overly attached to everything, so that you can let yourself and others go."

After finishing speaking, Meng Qing hadn't taken the whisk away. The monk who looked like he was sleeping with his eyes closed had already aged rapidly. His skin gradually turned gray, revealing the bones under the skin. When a gust of wind blows, he disperses into ashes Disappeared in the air.

"Don't be too persistent..." Meng Qing's face had tears streaming down his face at some point. All that appeared in his mind were the tragic images of the Meng family and the Yin family being exterminated, as well as Yin Xiu's blinded eyes and his own. When Yin Xiu came out of Yin Xiu's room, Yin Xiu said 'I don't want anything'.

Don't be too attached, but how could he not be attached?