He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The streets of Lin'an are clean and spacious, bustling and bustling. It not only has the historical precipitation of the ancient city, but also contains the secular atmosphere of fireworks.

Lin Baixiao was so talkative, his thin arms couldn't beat Cai Tutou's thighs, so he was escorted into the yamen to pay the fine before he was able to walk out the door.

Think about it along the way, he didn't have a few words with Lu Weixi, who he was thinking about, but was taken away by He Xichen, and chatted with him all day long. Although it was interesting and interesting, it was still not the right way.The biography of the old man Xuanji is half written, and Wanjian Villa still doesn't know why, and he hasn't done anything well. If this continues, he will have to pat his ass and leave the position of "Rue Xianglang"!

After learning from the pain, Lin Baixiao let out a long sigh, and made up his mind to visit Lin Hexi in Huishengtang. Then he concentrated on studying the old man Xuanji, wrote his own book, and stopped messing around with them.

"Hey! Benefactor Lin!"

Suddenly there was a shout from above his head, and he suddenly realized that he had walked to the front of the building outside the building, and looked up - the monk in the black and green cloth robe was leaning against the railing on the third floor, his brows and eyes were full of joy, waving at him, He shouted: "Benefactor Lin, I'm missing you. The West Lake vinegar fish is reserved for you. Come up quickly!"

Then a few more heads poked out, Lu Weixi, why not, He Shiqing, and Shen Mingjing with a wine glass in his mouth, all looked down in unison.

Lin Baixiao's heart skipped a beat, and there was some inexplicable throbbing.When did he have so many friends, they always write books on the roof at night when he can't see his fingers, with a jug of wine.Except for the bad mouths of Qizhiguan, when did so many people wait for him, just for a long-awaited West Lake vinegar fish?

Hold!What is the right path?Go up and have a glass of wine first!

Immediately, Lin Baixiao forgot the decision he had just made, happily ran up the stairs, squeezed onto the table, grabbed the wine glass in front of He Xichen and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Master Baojing, I'll drink it for you. Now, you're welcome!" After drinking, he found a very familiar person sitting across from him—either he didn't know him, or he often saw his portrait in books.

"Damn it! He Chunwei congratulated the shopkeeper!" Lin Baixiao committed another old mistake, but He Xichen blocked his mouth with a wine glass.

"Don't talk about anything else, just drink!"

Lin Baixiao drank another glass of wine, and coughed: "All right, don't talk about those spoilers, I won't return today if I don't get drunk!" After sweeping around, he asked, "Where are you? You are still in the mood to drink and have fun. See It's going well."

He Shiqing couldn't help smiling: "Lao Lin, come on, let's enforce the wine order!"

Lin Baixiao stared at him: "How do you talk? What is Lao Lin called? A little girl's film, big or small!" Even so, he stood up, hooked shoulders with He Shiqing and his brothers, Make a fist.

Shen Mingjing probably participated in this kind of scene for the first time. He thought they were noisy, but also felt happy. He turned his head and asked He Xichen: "Is this how people make friends in the world?"

He Xichen had had a detailed discussion with He Chunwei on how to make Dongpo meat, but when he heard him ask this question, he asked "Huh?" in confusion.

"How come I don't know that there are still specialties in making friends in Jianghu, how to pay attention to it? Young Xia Mingjing, tell me."

Shen Mingjing pointed at Lin Baixiao and He Shiqing: "Just like them, drinking and eating meat."

The two oldest people present looked at each other and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"If you want to say this, you have a lot of drinking and meat friends." The unpredictable monk winked at him, and the amiable doctor continued: "It's rare to have a confidant."

"Whether it's in the rivers and lakes or in the temples, the secret to making friends is only one word."

"That's "sincerity." "

The two had only known each other for half a day, but they sang together and had a great understanding. After speaking, they touched the wine glass and Shi Shiran drank it.

The three young princes who had just entered the world also drank a glass of wine ignorantly, and then they were choked by the sweet and spicy white wine and coughed.

"Master Baojing!" He Wei shouted in panic, "Wine, you, wine..."

Lin Baixiao over there looked over, his face was reddened by the smell of alcohol, but his consciousness was still clear, and he suddenly smiled and said, "Bao Jing, you fake monk! You broke the precept!"

He Xichen acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and poured himself another glass of wine, with a smile in his eyes: "Really? It's a sin, I ask you to pretend that you didn't see it." He drank another glass, took out a bottle from his arms This old handwritten letter was handed over to Shen Mingjing, "Young Hero of Mingjing, the "Secret of Longevity" should be returned to its original owner."

"I don't want it!" Shen Mingjing picked up a chopstick and waved his hand in disdain, "This is the suicide note of my master and friend, it's not something from my Huashan School, whoever wants it can take it, anyway, our Huashan School has rules, Don't touch this book."

"Your Huashan faction doesn't want it, so why did you let you out to hunt down that monk?" Lin Baixiao picked up a steamed bun stuffed with thin skin and stuffed with meat, and ate a mouthful, speaking indistinctly.

"Who let me see it? It's cheaper for him not to break his legs if he steals something from my mountain!" Shen Ming didn't lift his camera, and stretched his chopsticks into the plate of vinegar fish in the West Lake with all his heart, "This fish It's delicious, let's call it another tail."

He Xichen looked at the mottled and yellowed paper thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled and threw it to Lin Baixiao.

"Benefactor Lin, isn't the Qizhi Pavilion a new gold test? It's a lottery for you."

"You old and cunning man! It's very easy to shake the pot!" Lin Baixiao rolled his eyes at him, his mouth was filled with indignation, but his hands were honestly stuffed into his clothes, thinking that it would not be his business to hand over the book to the library owner anyway. It's over.

Why not help He Shiqing who was drunk, and poured a cup of hot water for her while comforting her: "Little Huaer, wake up." When he looked up, he saw that Shen Mingjing, who was eating fish with gusto, had little red spots all over his face, and was shocked immediately. He exhaled, "Shen Shaoxia, your face!"

"What?" Shen Mingjing finally stopped his chopsticks and looked at everyone suspiciously.

He Chunwei was not surprised, rolled up his sleeves calmly, and took out the needle pack from the medicine box: "It should be due to river fresh food allergies."

"This is bad luck!" He Xichen put down his wine glass, "Have you ever eaten fish, kid?"

Shen Mingjing wiped his mouth blankly: "I don't know, I don't like fishy smell."

"You didn't eat fish at the same speed just now." Lin Baixiao said.

"The fish in Lin'an has no fishy smell." Shen Mingjing retorted.

"All right, all right, stop nagging!" He Xichen shook his head, "Let's see the situation."

In the feast outside the building, two fell drunk and one fell ill. Oh, by the way, when Lu Weixi ate fish, he couldn't spit out a thorn and got stuck in his throat. There was only one weak woman, a monk and a doctor left.

"Bao Jing, why do these young people have so many problems at such a young age? Let's keep healthy."

"Brother Chunwei is right."

The two oldest people clinked glasses and drank the last glass of wine.

***

As the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month was approaching, a large number of monks poured into Lin'an City, all of whom came for the Lantern Festival.Lin Hexi's eyes gradually improved, and a white light could be vaguely seen through the gauze.That day He Xichen specially brought back a West Lake vinegar fish, and put it in front of the taboo little Baimao, making him half dead.

Huisheng Hall had a lot of spare rooms, so they stayed here together at the price of Lin'an Inn.He Xichen, who couldn't be idle, and He Chunwei, who removed the wooden boards, went up to the mountain to gather medicine again, but they didn't find the medicine. Instead, they picked up a basket of wild vegetables, served with red bean, jujube paste cloud cake and green tea, and spent several cool nights happily .

"Baojing, where did you hang out with Dr. He again?" Lin Hexi, who was sticking to the vacant room, complained sourly when he heard the creaking sound of the door being pushed open.

"Brother Chunwei's walnut tree has worms. I'll go over and take a look." He Xichen took a basin of hot water, put it on the ground, and stretched out his hand to pull up his trousers. Just sleep."

Lin Hexi tried the temperature lightly: "It's a little hot to the feet."

"Then I'll go and pour some cold water." He Xichen was about to get up, but was stopped by him: "No, it's more comfortable when it's hot."

"Little brat." He Xichen said while washing his feet, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Meditation Meeting. You and Xiaohua will bring you enlightenment to listen to the Zen. Go early so as not to lose your seat. If the person Miss He is looking for is It’s also in Lin’an Mansion, nine out of ten it’s also inside, and then you’ll help search for it.”

Lin Hexi nodded: "Are you going to help the shopkeeper pick lotus pods?"

"Well, I'll probably be back when you guys get up." He Xichen smiled, wiped off the drops of water on his feet, and then pushed him into the bed, "Sleep peacefully, don't go out to tease the kitchen staff in Huishengtang again." Mother, you can’t see, I’ve been slapped by handymen for the past few days, and I almost have a few more holes.”

"What teasing? I'll just call them good sisters a few times and just talk to them."

Thinking of the age of the cooks in their fifties, He Xichen was silent for a moment, but then thought, leaving him alone, fifty is just a fraction, and it is reasonable for him to call her a good sister.

"Wow! Baojing, you actually have a good sister? Who is it? Tell me!" Lin Hexi jumped up.

"Go to sleep!" He Xichen flicked his forehead angrily, picked up the wooden basin and walked out of the room.

The moonlight was cold and shone in the courtyard, reflecting his figure on the door.The door next to him suddenly opened, so why not step out of the threshold lightly, turned around and saw He Xichen, and called out a little embarrassedly: "Master Baojing."

He Xichen poured out the water in the basin and fetched a bucket of cold water from the well to wash his hands. Seeing her shy look, he asked with a smile, "Miss Xiao He can't sleep?"

"There are some."

"Thinking about tomorrow?"

He might as well brush the broken hair from his forehead behind his ears, and nodded hesitantly: "I don't know whether I want to find him or not."

"Why?" He Xichen asked, "You came here from Guanzhong specifically to see him."

He Wu hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and said, "It's because I came here specially to see him, that's why I'm so scared now. I'm afraid that I won't see someone, and I'm afraid that I will see him, but it's not the person in my memory."

He Xichen glanced at the moon in the well, suddenly smiled and said, "Miss He, if you can't sleep, come pick lotus pods with me."

***

The Wuxiang Temple is full of incense. Compared with the Kuchan Temple standing alone on Tieniu Mountain, people go in to worship Buddha almost all day and all night.However, it was late at night and the gate of the temple was closed, only the little novice in the main hall, who was guarding the ever-burning lamp, dozed off.

The Lantern Ceremony is the most solemn ceremony in Buddhism, and Wuxiang Temple started preparations several months ago.The fast food, the lotus, the willow branches, and the arena for debating scriptures are all recorded in the book.

The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is always a time when there are many theft accidents, and the stolen lotus pods are all from the pond of Wuxiang Temple.Ordinary people don't necessarily believe in Buddhism so piously, but they just think that on the special day of Buddha's Joy Festival, picking some spiritual things can ward off evil spirits.

This year was no exception. The Wuxiang Temple dispatched many monks to patrol in turns. Before the third watch, they caught several young people and children who climbed over the wall, all smiling, as if they regarded this as a routine program.

Jie Chen only felt a headache, which was fine in previous years, but this year is different.Tomorrow is the Chuan Deng meditation meeting. If something goes wrong, the master of the Discipline Hall will have to cut his bones.

Amitabha, fortunately there is Uncle Wuyun at the lotus pond to help take care of it, otherwise it would be really busy.

He stared at the children bouncing away before he heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly there was a cold wind behind him. Looking back, only the stone lantern in front of the door was shining with warm light.

……

"Brother Chunwei likes to think about some delicious food. Originally, the lotus pods are not lotus pods, but seeing that other people are flocking to Wuxiang Temple, he feels itchy in his heart, but he can't afford to ask for one. He He is a doctor, he saves lives and heals the wounded, never believes in gods and Buddhas, only believes in his own hands, and has never stepped into a temple in this life."

With He Wu on his back, He Xichen quickly passed over the roof, and after a while, he slipped into the Wuxiang Temple, following the route He Chunwei pointed out to him.

The Wuxiang Temple is too big, and there are many masters hidden there. He carefully stepped on the branches and crossed the path, and the shadows of the trees didn't even shake.

"Master Bao Jing's lightness kung fu is very good."

"Normally, my father who taught me Qinggong doesn't like it." He Xichen wrinkled his nose, stood on one foot on the top of the gazebo in the water, and looked around.

Blue waterfowls are flying low over the water, the poles of the lotus leaf lotus pods are more than half of the water surface, and the red lotus spreads from his feet to the distance. The ten-mile lotus pond sea of ​​Wuxiang Temple is well-deserved.

He Xichen landed slowly, and put He Wu down carefully: "Miss He, wait for me in the pavilion, I'll go pick some lotus pods, tell me which one you like."

He might as well nod his head and say: "Master Baojing, be careful." Then he saw the monk in the black cloth robe turn around and leave, floating like a light bird, touching the lotus leaf standing on the water with his toes, a little lighter than swimming fish.

The huge lotus pod stood out ten feet away from the pavilion, and it was even bigger than the surrounding ones. He Xichen aimed at the target and reached out to pick it up, but a reed boat and a white sleeve suddenly floated beside him, blocking him hand.

He Xichen flipped his wrist, grabbed the white sleeve and pulled it.Not to be outdone, the owner of the white sleeves pulled back, and at the same time slapped him. He Xichen dodged, stepped on the boat and pinched his wrist, and with one move, he pinched him under him.

The four eyes met, and the tall lotus leaves blocked their figures.

Seeing that He Xichen disappeared all of a sudden, He Xichen couldn't help calling out in a low voice, "Master Baojing? Master Baojing!"

"I'm fine! Miss He, don't be afraid!"

The two people on the boat released the restraint on Fa at the same time, stood up, clasped their hands together and saluted.

"Brother Baojing."

"Little Master Wuyun."

Wuyun didn't expect to meet He Xichen here, so he couldn't help being a little happy.His appearance is carved out of fine suet white jade, wearing a white robe, he looks like a Buddha in the fire of karma under the moonlight.

"Brother Baojing is here to pick lotus?"

He Xichen didn't have any ill feelings towards this monk, and now he still felt a little guilty, so he could only smile awkwardly: "I'm bothering your monastery."

Wuyun shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Baojing just go pick it up. It's just that I have always been suspicious. I ran into Senior Brother Baojing tonight, and I want to ask him to clarify my doubts." He Xichen was really ruthless with such a determined and happy expression on his face. Don't hesitate to refuse.

"...But it's okay to say." The bento is lotus money.

The five aggregates bowed and asked piously: "What is "emptiness"?How "empty"? "

He Xichen said, this lotus pod money is too expensive!

"Emptiness" is so extensive and profound in Buddhism that it cannot be explained in just a few words, and even the masters who explained Buddhism in the past may not really understand what it means.

Moke Kasyapa's "Nian Hua Yi Xiao" is empty, and a gatha written by the sixth patriarch Huineng - Bodhi has no tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand.There is nothing, where is the dust. — is also empty.Dependent origin is empty, emptiness, dharma is empty, heart is empty, and "empty" can produce all things, all phenomena and all dharmas.

He Xichen let out a long sigh, and said, "Use the teaching to explain the righteousness, and the Buddha of the third generation has been wronged." He half-kneeled on the boat, stretched out his hand to break the reflection of the two of them on the water mirror, "This is "empty". "

"As for how to enter the 'emptiness'," He Xichen sneered, "I don't have this level myself, so I won't delay you. "

Wuyun was stunned, and also knelt down, not caring about the wet corners of his white clothes, watching the shattered reflection in the water gradually recovering, and murmured: "Brother Baojing is still exactly the same as ten years ago."

He Xichen was puzzled and asked, "I met you?"

"I've seen it before." Wu Yun was in a daze, as if he couldn't turn the corner all of a sudden, "Brother, forget it as soon as you forget it, it's not a big deal."

He Xichen also had a big heart, so he didn't continue to ask questions. He stepped on the lotus pond a few times, and picked off a lotus pod full of flowers.

Wuyun seemed to have settled his mind, but the dripping corner of his clothes revealed his absent-mindedness: "Brother, I'll take you back." He propped up the bamboo pole, pushed aside the densely packed lotus leaves, and stopped leisurely when he reached the edge of the water pavilion.

He Xichen jumped ashore, seeing Wuyun turned his head and was about to leave, he quickly stuffed a lotus pod into his hand: "Often obsessed with "emptiness", it is often more difficult to realize the true meaning.You said we met ten years ago, then we are predestined, how old is Bao Jing Chi, I advise you - Yulang monk, go and taste all the flavors of the world! "

Before Wuyun could react, he saw He Xichen flying up to the roof with He Wu on his back, and gradually disappeared under the moonlight.Same as ten years ago, after instructing him, he walked away without looking back.

At that time, Monk Yulang was just a young novice monk, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he followed Master Dengying to Taizhou Prefecture to participate in the Chuandeng meditation meeting.The day before his departure, his mind was full of explanations about "Tao", which was as messy as if he had tied a knot. It looked like he could wrap himself around himself in the ring without anyone else.Deng Ying couldn't bear to see him go into a corner, and told him to go to the market for a while to relax, and maybe he could find a way out.

Wukhand went away, chanting with his head down, without looking at the road. There was a constant stream of people on the street, he was knocked to this side, and suddenly someone grabbed his hand and walked to a wall, and a hibiscus clump protruded from the wall. flower branch.

"Little monk, walk well when you walk, why are you in a daze." The buddhist friend in front of him was handsome and kind, wearing a bamboo hat and gray clothes, but his brows were frowning disapprovingly.

Wuyun hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed down: "Thank you, brother, poor monk Wuyun."

"The Poor Monk's Mirror." He Xichen also bowed back and warned, "Don't be so careless in the future."

"Yes!" Wuyun lowered his head with a blushing face, thinking of the problems that many senior brothers in the temple could not solve, and perseveringly seeking knowledge, "Senior Brother Baojing, can I ask you a question?"

He Xichen raised his eyebrows and nodded with interest: "Ask."

"Brother Baojing, what is "Tao"? "

"You little monk, what's in your head?" He Xichen couldn't help laughing, and suddenly reached out to catch the falling pink hibiscus flower, "This is the "Tao". "He put the still fragrant hibiscus flower into Wuyun's hands, turned around and went to help He Shiqing and Lin Hexi buy candied haws.

Wuyun carefully held the flower in his hand, stared at it carefully, and felt that everything is cute and happy.Looking up, the brother Bao Jing who met by chance led two children who also wore bamboo hats and walked slowly away, and the small words passed through the crowd to his ears.

"Lin Wuzheng, you are still sick! Give me your candied haws!"

"No! Xiao Hua, you dwarf, if you have the ability, you can get it yourself!"

"You two ancestors, please stop for a while!"

……

Amitabha, only when he enters the mundane world and gets out of the mundane world can he realize one of the hundred tastes.

Huishengtang is very quiet at night, only the sound of insects and frogs.He Chunwei set up a low table and two benches in the yard. There was a pot of wine and a pot of tea on the table. He looked up at the moon with a peaceful and gentle expression on his face.

In the middle of the month, a black shadow suddenly flashed, swift and elegant, and landed on the ground, but it was He Xichen, so why not.

"Tsk, if I knew you could lead people, I would have to go through it too!" He Chunwei sighed extremely regretfully.

With a smile on his face, He Wei hugged the lotus pod and shouted: "Sir! Master Baojing guessed right, you are waiting for us here all of a sudden!"

"Haha," He Chunwei laughed heartily, stroked his beard and asked, "Then guess what I'm thinking now?"

He Xichen pretended to ponder, and continued, "I guess you're thinking, should these lotus pods be fried or stewed?"

"Wrong!" He Chunwei looked as if he had won a big victory, "Of course it is eaten fresh!" He hugged the lotus pod and said to He Shang, "Miss He, go and wake them up! Let's try this Wuxiang How delicious are the lotus pods in the temple!"

"Brother, it's not yet dawn." He Xichen said helplessly.

"Whether it's dawn or not!"

He Wu had already stepped into the house, and suddenly heard He Xichen in the yard asking: "Miss He, are you still confused?"

She turned her head and smiled like a flower: "I am still confused, but it doesn't matter, I will know the answer soon. Master Baojing, I am very happy!"

"That's fine."

When the four children were kicked up, they were full of complaints, but when they entered the yard and saw a table of lotus pods, they stopped complaining immediately and sat on the ground, eating the fragrance under the moonlight.

"Hey, save some for Lao Lin!" He Shiqing reminded, she and Lin Baixiao spelled out their feelings through drinking wine.

"Don't worry, keep it for him."

***

The Chuan Deng Zen Meeting ended smoothly. Within two days, the Qizhi Museum released another news that the gold trial reward on August [-]th was changed to "Longevity Secret", and the world became more turbulent in an instant. Not happy.

"Cut, I originally wanted to make some money for the head master by the way."

Lu Weixi didn't care, but listened to He Xichen's persuasion: "The "Secret of Longevity" is a troublesome thing. If it gets on it, it will be troublesome if you want to get out. You'd better not go into the muddy water and wait for the next gold test."

"I'm not afraid of trouble."

"Trouble is not terrible, what is terrible is the group of wolves behind it. Besides, experience does not mean becoming famous, Wei Xi, it is useless to let others know about this matter, and it is enough for you to know."

Lu Weixi thought about it for a long time, although she still half understood, she still nodded and asked, "Master Baojing, where are you going next?"

Lin Hexi, whose eyes had healed for a few days, jumped out and said, "Of course we are going to the desert!"

He Shiqing grabbed his earlobe: "Bashu!"

The two started arguing again.

He Xichen rolled his eyes, and suddenly grabbed the shoulders of Lin Hexi and He Shiqing, and said excitedly: "Let's go to Miaojiang! I suddenly remembered that little Fang Ping'er left me a copy of "Gu Art" , I don’t know how it will spread there.” He asked again, “Little friend Weixi, do you want to continue walking with us?”

"nature."

"Hey, bring me one too, and go wherever it's fun!" Shen Mingjing also joined in the fun, "Monk, I will definitely beat you next time!"

"Xiao Huaner, what about you?" He Shiqing stopped fighting with Lin Hexi, turned around and asked.

He Wu has already changed into a plain female attire, and smiled when he heard this: "I can't find anyone, so I have to go home first. After discussing with my parents, I will go find you."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Baixiao walked into the door dejectedly, and said listlessly: "Everyone, brothers are here to say goodbye. My house owner said that I will not be in charge of the old man Xuanji's line. I have to go to Miaojiang to investigate the Demon Sect tomorrow." The whereabouts of the leader. Let’s say goodbye, and we will meet again if we are destined!”

Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, making Lin Baixiao puzzled by the laughter.

"Wait, old man! Wait, old man!" He Chunwei hurried over with a medicine box on his shoulders, "I happen to be going to Miaojiang to collect medicine too! Let's go together! Let's go together!"

At this time, outside the gate of Wuxiang Temple, Wuyun was holding a horse, with a neither sad nor happy expression, and said goodbye to all his fellow disciples: "This time, I only want to achieve perfection."

He still doesn't know that the peaceful and lonely journey he expected will not come, and the unexpected encounter with He Xichen and the others is the real experience of the world.