Red Dust and Sand Sculpture
Chapter 30
Seeing the corners of his mouth lowered and his body stiffened, Li Xichun didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and joked with a smile: "Could it be that our little child prodigy still listens to bedtime stories at night?"
Li Shasha shook her head slowly, feeling her heart beating faster.
After a long time, he asked, "Can I call Grandpa?"
Li Xichun reacted for a moment, made sure he was not talking about father but grandpa, and said cheerfully, "Of course."
After the call was connected, Mr. Li was in the same state as usual: "What's the matter?"
"Your grandson wants to talk to you."
The words of next-generation kiss are not nonsense. The corners of the mouth of Mr. Li on the mountain unconsciously twitched when he heard the words. When the child's voice came over, he happily asked, "Shusha, have you finished your homework?"
Li Shasha clenched her teeth, but she didn't know how to tell the host about the horror, and breathed out only one word: "Run!"
Run!
There is still time to run overnight.
Mr. Li was at a loss when he heard it.
Because Li Shasha was nagging occasionally, thinking that he was going to talk about some philosophy of life again, Li Xichun took the phone over in time, dealt with it casually and hung up.
·
There are many plank roads in the mountains, the temperature is low, and the coolness permeates people.
The temple where Mr. Li and his entourage came is called Xingyun Temple, implying the pursuit of true freedom like floating clouds.
In the early years, there was a hot spring in the temple, which was considered a small scenic spot in the local area. Later, the spring dried up and the number of people coming gradually decreased.But the older generation still have a lot of affection for this place, and they think it is effective, so they organize a group to worship and donate some incense money every year.
The Buddha is high above the sky, and the living beings who enshrine it still have to eat. For the arrival of the "big incense family", the abbot personally went out of the temple to welcome the guests.
At this time, it was getting late and it was not suitable to worship the Buddha again. After they settled down in their residence, the abbot asked the kitchen to prepare a light vegetarian meal.
At the dinner table, squeezed among several middle-aged and elderly people, Li Xiangfu looked out of place.
The old man had a somewhat weird temper, and a serious-looking old man snorted displeasedly when he held the chopsticks.He attaches great importance to the annual burning of incense, and thinks that Mr. Li is simply fooling around, and insists on bringing a junior.
How many young people today truly worship Buddha sincerely?
Mr. Li turned a blind eye to it. Anyway, he made up his mind to let his youngest son have some painstaking repairs. He understood that even if he works in the company, occasional dinners with big fish and meat can be regarded as a luxury.
There is a lot of attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation in the temple, because they often come, and the young monks quickly send suitable monk clothes.
Old people don't sleep much, and all the old people get up before six o'clock the next day to move their hands and feet in the yard.
Mr. Li went to knock on the door of Li Xiangfu's room, but no one answered.
"It's normal for young people to sleep late," said the very serious old man last night. His surname was An. He used to be a well-known designer and was very famous in the industry: "You shouldn't bring people here."
How can we talk about meditation when we dare to break through and fight hard.
In fact, Mr. Li is still a little selfish. His old friends all have extraordinary social status outside, and it will not hurt him to be familiar with Li Xiangfu in the future.
Suddenly someone's nose moved: "What are you doing in the kitchen? It smells so good."
The greedy worms in my stomach were aroused early in the morning.
It’s not far from the kitchen itself. I walked over looking for the scent. The kitchen door was open. From a distance, I saw the man’s long hair tied up with a hairpin, and the scene of porridge being rolled up his sleeves was even more ancient than the ones on TV. patina.
Next to Li Xiangfu stood a tall foreigner wearing a pair of prescription glasses.
From the corner of the eye, he saw a figure approaching from the side, Li Xiangfu raised his head and smiled: "I couldn't sleep, so I borrowed the kitchen, and wanted to cook some mushroom porridge for everyone."
Mr. Li focused on the strange foreigner: "This is..."
"I didn't expect to meet the judges of my last wind-gathering event here."
The foreigners pretended to greet each other warmly.
Mr. Li: "What happened to his face?"
I saw a strange red mark on the deep outline, which was at an angle of [-] degrees to the nose.
Li Xiangfu said embarrassedly: "I accidentally waved the spatula."
Early in the morning, he noticed a sneaky figure hiding in the dark, and decided to strike first. As a result, there was an oolong, and the water rushed into the Dragon King Temple.
Li Xiangfu said it lightly, and the foreigner beside him was terrified.
Everything that happened half an hour ago is vivid in my mind. At that time, the other party pretended to pour water and was caught off guard. Fortunately, I dodged fast enough.
While scooping up the porridge, Li Xiangfu marveled at Qin Jin's almost horrifying comprehensiveness.It was just posting a landscape photo in the circle of friends, and they took care of it and sent someone over just in case.
"Let's eat first." After regaining consciousness, Li Xiangfu smiled gently, and found a tray to take away the porridge all at once.The foreigner helped to lend a hand and brought the food over.
Some shredded ginger was put in the porridge to enhance the taste, and the fresh mushrooms themselves tasted good. After Li Xiangfu's cooking, he could taste the taste of the broth.
Mr. Li asked in a low voice: "You don't use meat to make it?"
Li Xiangfu was funny: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice."
Even if you want to add some minced meat to increase nutrition and taste, you can't find it in temples.
"Is this shepherd's purse?" Elder An's eyes widened.
Li Xiangfu nodded.
Mr. An was very suspicious that what he ate before was fake shepherd's purse, and the family also hired a cook. Every time it was fried, it felt like the soup was mixed with some grass-green leaves floating on it.And the dish in front of me tastes crispy and refreshing, and the faint fragrance can make people linger for a long time.
After the meal, the abbot came and said that he could go to worship the Buddha later.When he caught sight of Li Xiangfu, he paused for a while, clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, and Li Xiangfu also nodded.
When he turned around, he explained to the puzzled people: "Before you came, I served a bowl of porridge to the abbot."
After all, you have to stay for a few days, so there is no harm in talking about etiquette and building a good relationship.
There are many things to pay attention to when worshiping the Buddha, but they are not picky.
For example, the three prostrations require very strict postures, including prescribed actions such as clasping palms together.But it is not picky about the specific location, no matter where it stands, as long as it is sincere and asks the west.
Now that you have come to the temple, you will naturally go to the main hall to worship the Buddha.
There were futons on the ground, and everyone entered in order. When it was Li Xiangfu's turn, he first cleaned his hands and burned incense. His hands were held in a virtual state from beginning to end, and he raised his palms above his head and silently said a few words of prostration.
Every time I raised my hand again after kneeling, the height was exactly the same as before, and the movements were rigorous enough to be seen with a magnifying glass.
The little monk standing silently beside him couldn't help muttering: "Master, his kneeling is more standard than yours."
"..."
Monks don't tell lies, the abbot's eyelids trembled and he had to admit it.
After worship, there is a separate side hall for chanting.
Li Xiangfu was sitting cross-legged like everyone else, but when the abbot came in with the scriptures, his breathing became short of breath.
When he was in the Nvzun Kingdom, the whole family was so pure and ascetic that he had no children for three years. Before his death, the old man returned to the light and found that no one in the house shed tears. Instead, he was sincerely happy for her, even his daughter. Same.
"You have suffered in the mortal world." The daughter held her hand and said softly, "Now you are finally free."
Everyone bowed in unison: "Congratulations to the old man for his liberation."
Knowing that the incense in the mansion would be cut off if it continued, the old man tremblingly pushed his daughter away and took Li Xiangfu's hand: "Grandson, from today...you want, you want to gallop with the queen and drink with the dignitaries like you did before... Yes, poetry, yes...it's okay to talk about business scriptures with merchants...absolutely, don't touch Buddhist scriptures again!"
Everyone was shocked, thinking that the Fujun was confused.
However, the old man's body was like a dying carp, and he flicked upwards for the last time, without giving anyone a chance to speak: "This is... a legacy, if you violate it, you will be disobedient! I will not die with peace in my eyes!"
From that day on, Li Xiangfu lived a life of debauchery.
After so many years, when he saw the Buddhist scriptures again, his heart felt like it was lightly swept away by fluff, and he felt an itchy feeling.
Probably because his eyes were too hot, the abbot couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to, so he asked softly, "Does the benefactor have any doubts in his heart?"
Ever since he entered the door, the staring eyes of hungry wolves were really frightening.
Li Xiangfu swallowed, and tried his best to keep his tone steady: "I studied Buddhist scriptures when I was in college, and I'm also proficient in Sanskrit."
These words can be regarded as brash to anyone, because the abbot had a good impression of Li Xiangfu during the morning meal, so he didn't blame him.
Monks pay attention to humility, and the other party said so, so the abbot naturally asked about his accomplishments along the way.
Mr. Li reminded in a deep voice: "Be quiet."
However, Li Xiangfu's body had its own thoughts, and he had already stood in front of him, and when he saw a foreigner outside, he still waved his hand to let him in.
"I don't need it." The foreigner came here just to comply with the boss's request and continue to provide personal safety guarantees.
Li Xiangfu didn't force it, anyway, he was at the door, so he could hear the scriptures chanting.
He meditated for a moment to make sure that he had developed a sense of respect, and he had already recited the words in his memory without turning the pages of the book.
The title of decathlon is not just a title, it can also give back some power, like dancing and spinning, he can go 0.1 second faster than the human limit, and the same is true for reciting, the power transmitted by the voice can almost easily reach the depths of the soul.
The expressions of the people in the house gradually became intoxicated. The foreigners were still playing crickets outside, but their ears caught the Sanskrit sound inside, and they unconsciously let go of the branches in their hands.
It happened that there was a monk ringing the bell in the distance, and the mysterious Sanskrit words seemed to be whispered in the ear, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, so that people's hearts could not be peaceful for a long time.
He looked at the cricket and reflected.
What am I doing?
Crickets are also life, why should I let them kill each other?
The clouds piled up in the sky parted and the sun shone on their shoulders. Foreigners seemed to feel the true meaning of life for the first time.
In the state of being absent for a long time, the phone rang for a long time before he picked it up belatedly: "Hello."
Qin Jin's voice was as cold as ever: "Is there anyone suspicious?"
The foreigner almost said to himself: "I searched inside and outside the temple, but I didn't find a few pilgrims... If there are really evil people, their souls will definitely be saved."
As he spoke, he stretched out his mobile phone into the room to ensure that the reading sound could be transmitted.
The foreigner raised his head and closed his eyes to feel the world: "Did you hear that?"
The signal in the mountains was not good, and there was an extra carrier. The voice Qin Jin heard was blurred and distorted, but he felt a little familiar.In addition, Sanskrit is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and if you don’t experience it on the spot, you will feel that it is a random reading.
On the other side of the city, Qin Jin sat in the office and frowned, "It's fine, what spell is Li Xiangfu chanting?"
spell?
Putting the phone to his ear again, the foreigner said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Boss, you have no Buddha nature."
"..."
The author has something to say: Foreigners: You do not have Buddha nature.
Qin Jin: I will let you know what it means to be inhuman.
……
Li Xiangfu: Back in the day, the entire government had no heirs for three years, and there were no house fights inside and outside, and the years were peaceful and peaceful.
Li Shasha shook her head slowly, feeling her heart beating faster.
After a long time, he asked, "Can I call Grandpa?"
Li Xichun reacted for a moment, made sure he was not talking about father but grandpa, and said cheerfully, "Of course."
After the call was connected, Mr. Li was in the same state as usual: "What's the matter?"
"Your grandson wants to talk to you."
The words of next-generation kiss are not nonsense. The corners of the mouth of Mr. Li on the mountain unconsciously twitched when he heard the words. When the child's voice came over, he happily asked, "Shusha, have you finished your homework?"
Li Shasha clenched her teeth, but she didn't know how to tell the host about the horror, and breathed out only one word: "Run!"
Run!
There is still time to run overnight.
Mr. Li was at a loss when he heard it.
Because Li Shasha was nagging occasionally, thinking that he was going to talk about some philosophy of life again, Li Xichun took the phone over in time, dealt with it casually and hung up.
·
There are many plank roads in the mountains, the temperature is low, and the coolness permeates people.
The temple where Mr. Li and his entourage came is called Xingyun Temple, implying the pursuit of true freedom like floating clouds.
In the early years, there was a hot spring in the temple, which was considered a small scenic spot in the local area. Later, the spring dried up and the number of people coming gradually decreased.But the older generation still have a lot of affection for this place, and they think it is effective, so they organize a group to worship and donate some incense money every year.
The Buddha is high above the sky, and the living beings who enshrine it still have to eat. For the arrival of the "big incense family", the abbot personally went out of the temple to welcome the guests.
At this time, it was getting late and it was not suitable to worship the Buddha again. After they settled down in their residence, the abbot asked the kitchen to prepare a light vegetarian meal.
At the dinner table, squeezed among several middle-aged and elderly people, Li Xiangfu looked out of place.
The old man had a somewhat weird temper, and a serious-looking old man snorted displeasedly when he held the chopsticks.He attaches great importance to the annual burning of incense, and thinks that Mr. Li is simply fooling around, and insists on bringing a junior.
How many young people today truly worship Buddha sincerely?
Mr. Li turned a blind eye to it. Anyway, he made up his mind to let his youngest son have some painstaking repairs. He understood that even if he works in the company, occasional dinners with big fish and meat can be regarded as a luxury.
There is a lot of attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation in the temple, because they often come, and the young monks quickly send suitable monk clothes.
Old people don't sleep much, and all the old people get up before six o'clock the next day to move their hands and feet in the yard.
Mr. Li went to knock on the door of Li Xiangfu's room, but no one answered.
"It's normal for young people to sleep late," said the very serious old man last night. His surname was An. He used to be a well-known designer and was very famous in the industry: "You shouldn't bring people here."
How can we talk about meditation when we dare to break through and fight hard.
In fact, Mr. Li is still a little selfish. His old friends all have extraordinary social status outside, and it will not hurt him to be familiar with Li Xiangfu in the future.
Suddenly someone's nose moved: "What are you doing in the kitchen? It smells so good."
The greedy worms in my stomach were aroused early in the morning.
It’s not far from the kitchen itself. I walked over looking for the scent. The kitchen door was open. From a distance, I saw the man’s long hair tied up with a hairpin, and the scene of porridge being rolled up his sleeves was even more ancient than the ones on TV. patina.
Next to Li Xiangfu stood a tall foreigner wearing a pair of prescription glasses.
From the corner of the eye, he saw a figure approaching from the side, Li Xiangfu raised his head and smiled: "I couldn't sleep, so I borrowed the kitchen, and wanted to cook some mushroom porridge for everyone."
Mr. Li focused on the strange foreigner: "This is..."
"I didn't expect to meet the judges of my last wind-gathering event here."
The foreigners pretended to greet each other warmly.
Mr. Li: "What happened to his face?"
I saw a strange red mark on the deep outline, which was at an angle of [-] degrees to the nose.
Li Xiangfu said embarrassedly: "I accidentally waved the spatula."
Early in the morning, he noticed a sneaky figure hiding in the dark, and decided to strike first. As a result, there was an oolong, and the water rushed into the Dragon King Temple.
Li Xiangfu said it lightly, and the foreigner beside him was terrified.
Everything that happened half an hour ago is vivid in my mind. At that time, the other party pretended to pour water and was caught off guard. Fortunately, I dodged fast enough.
While scooping up the porridge, Li Xiangfu marveled at Qin Jin's almost horrifying comprehensiveness.It was just posting a landscape photo in the circle of friends, and they took care of it and sent someone over just in case.
"Let's eat first." After regaining consciousness, Li Xiangfu smiled gently, and found a tray to take away the porridge all at once.The foreigner helped to lend a hand and brought the food over.
Some shredded ginger was put in the porridge to enhance the taste, and the fresh mushrooms themselves tasted good. After Li Xiangfu's cooking, he could taste the taste of the broth.
Mr. Li asked in a low voice: "You don't use meat to make it?"
Li Xiangfu was funny: "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice."
Even if you want to add some minced meat to increase nutrition and taste, you can't find it in temples.
"Is this shepherd's purse?" Elder An's eyes widened.
Li Xiangfu nodded.
Mr. An was very suspicious that what he ate before was fake shepherd's purse, and the family also hired a cook. Every time it was fried, it felt like the soup was mixed with some grass-green leaves floating on it.And the dish in front of me tastes crispy and refreshing, and the faint fragrance can make people linger for a long time.
After the meal, the abbot came and said that he could go to worship the Buddha later.When he caught sight of Li Xiangfu, he paused for a while, clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, and Li Xiangfu also nodded.
When he turned around, he explained to the puzzled people: "Before you came, I served a bowl of porridge to the abbot."
After all, you have to stay for a few days, so there is no harm in talking about etiquette and building a good relationship.
There are many things to pay attention to when worshiping the Buddha, but they are not picky.
For example, the three prostrations require very strict postures, including prescribed actions such as clasping palms together.But it is not picky about the specific location, no matter where it stands, as long as it is sincere and asks the west.
Now that you have come to the temple, you will naturally go to the main hall to worship the Buddha.
There were futons on the ground, and everyone entered in order. When it was Li Xiangfu's turn, he first cleaned his hands and burned incense. His hands were held in a virtual state from beginning to end, and he raised his palms above his head and silently said a few words of prostration.
Every time I raised my hand again after kneeling, the height was exactly the same as before, and the movements were rigorous enough to be seen with a magnifying glass.
The little monk standing silently beside him couldn't help muttering: "Master, his kneeling is more standard than yours."
"..."
Monks don't tell lies, the abbot's eyelids trembled and he had to admit it.
After worship, there is a separate side hall for chanting.
Li Xiangfu was sitting cross-legged like everyone else, but when the abbot came in with the scriptures, his breathing became short of breath.
When he was in the Nvzun Kingdom, the whole family was so pure and ascetic that he had no children for three years. Before his death, the old man returned to the light and found that no one in the house shed tears. Instead, he was sincerely happy for her, even his daughter. Same.
"You have suffered in the mortal world." The daughter held her hand and said softly, "Now you are finally free."
Everyone bowed in unison: "Congratulations to the old man for his liberation."
Knowing that the incense in the mansion would be cut off if it continued, the old man tremblingly pushed his daughter away and took Li Xiangfu's hand: "Grandson, from today...you want, you want to gallop with the queen and drink with the dignitaries like you did before... Yes, poetry, yes...it's okay to talk about business scriptures with merchants...absolutely, don't touch Buddhist scriptures again!"
Everyone was shocked, thinking that the Fujun was confused.
However, the old man's body was like a dying carp, and he flicked upwards for the last time, without giving anyone a chance to speak: "This is... a legacy, if you violate it, you will be disobedient! I will not die with peace in my eyes!"
From that day on, Li Xiangfu lived a life of debauchery.
After so many years, when he saw the Buddhist scriptures again, his heart felt like it was lightly swept away by fluff, and he felt an itchy feeling.
Probably because his eyes were too hot, the abbot couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to, so he asked softly, "Does the benefactor have any doubts in his heart?"
Ever since he entered the door, the staring eyes of hungry wolves were really frightening.
Li Xiangfu swallowed, and tried his best to keep his tone steady: "I studied Buddhist scriptures when I was in college, and I'm also proficient in Sanskrit."
These words can be regarded as brash to anyone, because the abbot had a good impression of Li Xiangfu during the morning meal, so he didn't blame him.
Monks pay attention to humility, and the other party said so, so the abbot naturally asked about his accomplishments along the way.
Mr. Li reminded in a deep voice: "Be quiet."
However, Li Xiangfu's body had its own thoughts, and he had already stood in front of him, and when he saw a foreigner outside, he still waved his hand to let him in.
"I don't need it." The foreigner came here just to comply with the boss's request and continue to provide personal safety guarantees.
Li Xiangfu didn't force it, anyway, he was at the door, so he could hear the scriptures chanting.
He meditated for a moment to make sure that he had developed a sense of respect, and he had already recited the words in his memory without turning the pages of the book.
The title of decathlon is not just a title, it can also give back some power, like dancing and spinning, he can go 0.1 second faster than the human limit, and the same is true for reciting, the power transmitted by the voice can almost easily reach the depths of the soul.
The expressions of the people in the house gradually became intoxicated. The foreigners were still playing crickets outside, but their ears caught the Sanskrit sound inside, and they unconsciously let go of the branches in their hands.
It happened that there was a monk ringing the bell in the distance, and the mysterious Sanskrit words seemed to be whispered in the ear, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, so that people's hearts could not be peaceful for a long time.
He looked at the cricket and reflected.
What am I doing?
Crickets are also life, why should I let them kill each other?
The clouds piled up in the sky parted and the sun shone on their shoulders. Foreigners seemed to feel the true meaning of life for the first time.
In the state of being absent for a long time, the phone rang for a long time before he picked it up belatedly: "Hello."
Qin Jin's voice was as cold as ever: "Is there anyone suspicious?"
The foreigner almost said to himself: "I searched inside and outside the temple, but I didn't find a few pilgrims... If there are really evil people, their souls will definitely be saved."
As he spoke, he stretched out his mobile phone into the room to ensure that the reading sound could be transmitted.
The foreigner raised his head and closed his eyes to feel the world: "Did you hear that?"
The signal in the mountains was not good, and there was an extra carrier. The voice Qin Jin heard was blurred and distorted, but he felt a little familiar.In addition, Sanskrit is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and if you don’t experience it on the spot, you will feel that it is a random reading.
On the other side of the city, Qin Jin sat in the office and frowned, "It's fine, what spell is Li Xiangfu chanting?"
spell?
Putting the phone to his ear again, the foreigner said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Boss, you have no Buddha nature."
"..."
The author has something to say: Foreigners: You do not have Buddha nature.
Qin Jin: I will let you know what it means to be inhuman.
……
Li Xiangfu: Back in the day, the entire government had no heirs for three years, and there were no house fights inside and outside, and the years were peaceful and peaceful.
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