Old state

Since the little monk told them to go in and wait, the leader didn't want to be polite.He took the child and walked into the tea room.

The room was furnished simply, but elegantly.

There was only a low table and two futons in front of him, but there were words engraved on the beams and pillars on all sides. When he passed by, he glanced at it, and it was "Heart Sutra".

The futon is the simplest kind, but the low table is anything but ordinary.

The tabletop is lined with bamboo, the four corners are in the shape of four little foxes, the edge of the table is carved with lotus flowers, and the four table legs are engraved with "Bodhi does not have a tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where is it?" stained with dust" this verse.

There is only one teapot and two teacups on the table.They are all made of blue pottery, and there are small foxes on the teacups.

There are only these things in the room. Although the room is not big, it seems a bit empty.But elegance and Buddha nature are not lacking.

Yang Zigui nodded secretly, this room is a bit like that little monk, cleansed of lead and full of compassion.

He pulled the child to sit on the futon.

People want to sit cross-legged or kneeling on futons, but he is different. He bends his left leg and straightens his right leg. He doesn't care much about the earth color of the ground—the bluestone floor is cleaned every day, and it is still very clean.He propped his right hand on the table, propped his chin, and turned his head to look at the child.

Yang Caiqiong was from a good family when she was young, and she could read a few words.He walked around the small table, reading Buddhist poems.

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so there is no dust." He was only eight years old, and his voice was clear when he read it every word, and there was no sense of Buddhism.

Yang Zigui leaned lazily against the wall and asked him, "Do you know what this poem means?"

Yang Caiqiong glanced at him, and after a long silence, she said: "My grandmother is a Buddhist worshiper, and lives in the Buddhist hall all year round. I have heard her recite this poem before. You can be at ease without asking for anything."

Yang Zigui and the child have been together for several months. On the way from Changzhou, they were delayed for a long time because of the waterway, and the two of them spent time alone on the boat.After being together for so long, it was the first time he saw this child so serious.

Yang Zigui couldn't help but slow down his voice, and pretended to be sincerely respecting the Buddha: "Then what do you think?"

Yang Caiqiong paused and looked at him.

Yang Zigui responded to his gaze and nodded slightly, indicating that it's okay to say nothing.

Yang Caiqiong suddenly smiled.

His facial features are actually not worthy of the title of the Demon Cult's Patriarch. He looks too upright, the kind of upright and awe-inspiring upright, he looks like an upright hero.

But this smile was indescribably insolent, indescribably arrogant, just seeing his smile, Yang Zigui's eyes lit up.

Yang Caiqiong said with a smile: "I don't believe it, I don't believe a word. Just because I have no desires doesn't mean that others have no desires. Just because I have no desires doesn't mean that others have no desires. Although I retreated and retreated, others kept pressing me. I should How about it? If you don’t take a step back, if someone hurts me an inch, I will pay him back!"

This is extremely rude.

Yang Zigui didn't speak.

He had heard footsteps a long time ago, perhaps the monk had come over.

When the little monk walked to the door, Yang Caiqiong just said "I don't believe a word", and he didn't interrupt, just waiting to see what the little monk had to say.

When he came to this business, he couldn't tell what he was going to do, but he felt that he should come here, so he went with Xin Xin.

There is nothing strange here, but the feeling on the monk is too strange, which aroused his interest.

In addition, he is also short of manpower now, if both the monk and Xin Xin are available, it would not be in vain for him to come this time.

The little monk stood at the door and listened to the child's words, then walked in slowly, and slapped Yang Caiqiong: "Amitabha, does the little benefactor believe this sentence? Or do you not believe in my Buddha?"

Yang Caiqiong looked at the young monk with a beautiful face, and said word by word: "I don't even believe it."

The little monk was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to be strong, you can feed an eagle with your body. The little benefactor still can't see through it."

The child looked at him, then at the leader who was sitting very casually and arrogantly, and silently stopped talking.

He is impatient with any debates, and he doesn't want to hear about my Buddha. His lifelong wish is nothing but revenge and this person.

He was only so old, and he had already made such a determination to devote the rest of his life, the rest of his long life, to these two things.

But unfortunately, a word became a prophecy.

Looking at his expression, the little monk knew that he was not convinced, but he knew it well, so he didn't continue, but turned around and gave Yang Zigui a deep bow, looking up at him with a look of pity and gratitude .

"The poor monk has some things that he would like to discuss with this young man alone, can you ask the little benefactor to wait outside?"

This bald donkey is good-looking, but his words are always straightforward.

Yang Zigui was originally impatient with his eyes, now hearing this sentence, he smiled half a smile: "He is my apprentice, there is nothing I can't let him know."

The little monk was silent for a while, and seemed to have made up his mind: "It's about the visitors from future generations."