The Prince and the Demon Monk [Rebirth]

Just as Liang Cheng was in a daze, the visitor turned his gaze away and looked at Gu Mei at his feet. For a moment, Liang Cheng felt a chill all over his body, but the next moment, this chilling feeling disappeared, and he suspiciously Sweeping over the eyebrows of the person who came over, there was a slight frown just now, as if there was a condensed cold light, could it be because of the plum blossoms scattered all over the place?

Thinking of this, Liang Cheng felt a little guilty. Although he didn't know how the half of the plum petals withered, it was probably his fault.

After a while, the monk approached the tree, and Liang Cheng floated down from the ancient plum tree. His pair of white bare feet lightly landed on the reddish ground, and the monk's gaze swept over him. Silently jumped out of Luomei.

"Pity."

The monk leaned over, picked up the flowers, and sighed like this, his voice was like broken jade, saying "it's a pity", but his expression was calm, neither sad nor happy, as if he was not disturbed by foreign objects.

Liang Cheng's face was slightly embarrassing, and he said in a low voice: "It's me who wasted everything."

I don't know why, this young monk obviously didn't do anything, he had been the prince for 19 years at least, but the other party's look and sigh made him forget his identity and omitted his name.

The monk dressed in moon-white and sea-blue was noncommittal, his right hand was in the vow seal, the fingertips were drooping, the palm was up, and the joints of the five fingers were distinct, like a white jade bamboo branch, with seven points of strength and three points of coldness. The shadow moved like a lotus, Liang Cheng waited to take a closer look, and the red flowers all over the ground flew up one after another, as if being pulled by an invisible hand, they circled and gathered, and slowly piled up to form a one-foot flower mound.

This person doesn't look much older than him, but he is able to control things with energy. It's really unheard of for him to have such skill at such an age.

Before Liang Cheng was amazed, the monk stretched out his left hand again, and Liang Cheng discovered that the other party had hidden a wide-mouthed, fat-bottomed white-glazed pot in his wide sleeve. Swipe into the jug.

Liang Cheng leaned forward slightly, and was about to help, but he was afraid of being abrupt, so he put his hands together in salute and asked, "Excuse me, Master?"

When the monk heard the words, he put down the holding pot, got up and returned the salute, "I'll read it up and down."

"It turned out to be the one-mind master." Liang Cheng covered the shock in his eyes, and returned the gift again, "I don't know if the master is here, I'm far away from welcoming you, do you need Mo Xue to help me a little?"

"It doesn't matter." After rejecting Liang Cheng, he continued to collect plum petals, saying: "It is said that this plum was planted by the Tathagata, the patriarch of Zen Buddhism, and has been planted by himself for more than a thousand years. The red plums around are all descendants from it. I planted it from a branch cut off from my body, but this plum has had no flowers for ten years, and I don’t think it will bloom again this year without snow.”

Liang Cheng heard of the origin of this plum forest for the first time. The Daxiangguo Temple was originally the Baima Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. After Taizu established his capital, he expanded and restored it on the original site, and now there is the first temple in the Central Plains.

If what the other party said is true, then he has ruined the holy relics of the Buddhist court, so Liang Cheng said with shame: "Just now, I saw the profusion of plum blossoms, and suddenly got something, the martial state was broken, and I lost my shape for a while, and I don't know how to achieve this. I'm so sorry."

"No need to apologize, the flowers will eventually fall. This plum has not bloomed for ten years. Once it blooms, it will help the benefactor to break through the obstacles, which is in line with the benefactor's opportunity."

After saying that, he put away all the remaining petals in one thought, put his palm up in front of his chest, nodded and said: "Farewell, poor monk."

"Master, please stop." Liang Cheng stepped forward and said anxiously. Seeing Yi Nian looking at him, his expression was indifferent, and his heart trembled. I couldn't say anything, so I changed the topic temporarily: "I don't know...what is the use of the plum blossoms for the master?"

"Make incense."

One thought is concise.

Liang Cheng: "It turns out that the master also has attainments in the journey of Xiangdao."

One thought: "It's not commendable to touch on one or two things."

"In this case, I will not disturb the master." The two said goodbye to each other, passed through the flowers and brushed the branches, and walked out of the plum forest.

Before entering the house, Liang Cheng stopped and looked back. At this moment, the east was turning white, the morning mist was gradually rising, and the cold smoke was misty. The plum forest not far away seemed misty and not very clear.

One thought...

Liang Cheng recited these two words silently in his heart. It turned out that he was the only successor of Wudu Daprajna, a rare genius in Zen Buddhism, not only well-versed in classics, history, law, Confucianism, Taoism and metaphysics, but also unparalleled in martial arts. It is true that there is no one in the past and no one in the future to achieve the true teaching of the great prajna and surpass it at the age of a weak crown.

Just now, Liang Cheng called to stop for a moment, he wanted to tell the other party the excuse he had thought up in his heart so that he could act tomorrow, but after touching those cold and indifferent eyes like cold stars, he couldn't say a word of the one he had thought up. Excuses, as if all lies are covered up, in those eyes that see the world, there is nothing to hide.

Liang Cheng finally let out a secret sigh, and pushed open the door, facing An Xiping's anxious and wronged white round face.

"Your Highness, where have you been?" Then he screamed: "It's so cold, why did you go out with bare feet, why can't you do anything when you're freezing?!"

"Xiping, I've entered the country alone." The good news from Liang Cheng's mouth did not dispel the pain in An Xiping's eyebrows, his whole face was still frowning, and he muttered: "You must not forget to wear shoes when you are practicing, Your Highness." Incomparable, how can a body of a thousand pieces of gold suffer from this cold?"

Liang Cheng had no choice but to know that An Xiping was not only loyal, but also genuinely caring about him, so he let him go and let him wash and change his clothes.

Daqi thought he had gained the virtue of fire, and the flag was still red. The dragon's crown was mainly red and black, and the crown prince's dress, which was similar to that of the emperor, changed the five-clawed dragon pattern to the four-clawed python pattern.

Liang Cheng was born extremely white, and he was dressed in a crimson gauze ink edge python robe, which made his skin look like jade, his figure was refreshing, and his charm was graceful.

At this moment, all the officials and monks standing under the altar of the Daxiangguo Temple, as well as the ordinary people in the surrounding area, all sighed that the prince really has a good demeanor and a good manner, and he is worthy of being the prince of Daqi.

Liang Cheng held the incense with both hands, raised it up to his eyebrows, and saluted solemnly. Thinking of what to do next, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, and inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Then he took three steps back, and when everyone thought he was going to recite prayers to the Buddha, he suddenly turned around, his eyes swept over everyone, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"Gu stayed in the temple yesterday and night, and got a dream from the Buddha."

As soon as he said a word, everyone was in an uproar. Liang Cheng raised his hand and pressed down, and the scene immediately returned to silence.

"The Buddha said that the orphan was a member of the Shamen, but he mistakenly joined the royal family. Now he should escape into the Buddhist sect, so as to solve the disaster of no snow in the capital."

These words were so shocking that the people below were so shocked that they forgot to speak.

"Hearing these words, my heart was shaken. Recalling the past, I have been familiar with the history of Zen scriptures since I was a child, and I am happy to see the Buddha, but I think it is in the dark, everything has its own destiny."

"There are not many days in today's La, the year is about to reach spring, the frost is dry and the moon is full, the snow does not fall, and the locusts are evil. I am worried about my next year. I am lonely and worry about it. I can't bear the poverty and homelessness of the people. Today, I will swear to become a monk in front of the Buddha. As a monk, I hope that the Buddha will take pity on the common people and let it snow heavily!"

The author has something to say: ①From "Quan Song Wen".