owlsbooks Chapter 350 There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!
Chapter 350 There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!
Chapter 350 There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust!
Outside the Buddha Hall.
The left and right corridors, the front courtyard, and even the entrances of other Buddhist temples on the opposite side and on the right side are all full of people.
At this moment, it was completely silent.
After Second Miss Qin recited the last bodhi gatha, the audience was even more dead silent.
It was as if everything here was suddenly frozen.
Cicadas no longer sing, butterflies no longer dance.
Flowers no longer shake, leaves no longer move.
At this moment, everything was silent, not even the wind.
It seems that everything here has suddenly entered a peaceful and profound Zen state.
After a long time.
A vicissitudes and distant voice sounded from a corner not far away: "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Always wipe it diligently, so as not to stir up dust... This Buddhist gatha of the almsgiver should be the treasure of the temple. , should be my Buddha's aphorism."
After a pause, he said again: "It should be inscribed on the plaque in the main hall of the Buddha Hall to warn my Buddhist disciples."
When Huiming and the other monks heard the voice, they turned their heads and glanced, their expressions changed immediately, they hurriedly lowered their heads, and folded their hands together: "Amitabha."
Huiming quickly introduced: "Young Master Luo, this is the inexplicable elder of the Bi Temple. Uncle Inexplicable has not come out to meet guests for three years. If you want to see the abbot, you can ask him."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the thin old man in the gray robe, and hurriedly bowed his hands in salute, and said, "Elder Inexplicable, can I pay a visit to Master Abbot?"
The old monk was about to speak when suddenly he frowned and shouted, "Huiming!"
Huiming was taken aback when he heard the words, but before he could react, the rice paper on the table with the five Buddhist verses written on it was suddenly snatched away by the middle-aged man in a brocade robe, quickly rolled it, and suddenly disappeared in the palm of his hand not see.
Huiming's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said: "My lord, no! This is the treasure of our temple, don't take it away!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and said: "What kind of treasure, I haven't seen it before."
After all, turn around and leave.
The female guard immediately collected the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and stone table, and followed behind.
Several monks in front of the corridor stopped them immediately: "My lord, leave the things in my temple."
"Bang!"
The male and female guards immediately drew their swords and stood in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sneered, with a majestic expression: "The rice paper and pen and ink are all my king's. When did my king's things become things in your temple?"
As soon as these words came out, the monks were suddenly speechless.
Huiming opened his mouth, but couldn't argue, so he looked at Elder Inexplicable.
With an inexplicably indifferent expression, he clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Lord Duan, the ink, paper and inkstone are indeed yours, but the things on them were left by the distinguished guests invited by the monastery. I hope the Lord will show mercy and return the things. return."
The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looked at the boy, and said domineeringly: "Boy, the king took the things away, do you have any objections?"
Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Come back."
The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he said angrily: "This king won't pay back, what will you do?"
After finishing speaking, he ran away and shouted directly at the monk standing in front of him: "Who dares to stop me? I am seriously ill, and now I feel dizzy. If I die suddenly in your temple, I will bear the consequences!"
The expressions of the few monks standing in front of him, as well as the monks who had already gathered at the door to stop him, all froze.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man immediately fled with the male and female guards, and quickly disappeared.
Everyone in the courtyard stared at the empty doorway in a daze.
"Amitabha……"
Inexplicable and Huiming both lowered their heads and recited the Buddha's name kindly.
In fact, the translation is one word: grass!
At this time, a monk said cautiously: "Uncle Huiming, just ask this young master to write another copy."
When Huiming heard the words, he sighed, "When the Buddha's gatha is written on paper, only the first ink is alive. The second time, the Buddha's light is dimmed."
The young monk listened, half understanding.
"Huiming, bring your distinguished guests to my meditation room."
With an inexplicable explanation, he turned and left.
"Yes, uncle."
Huiming agreed, looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Mr. Luo, please, you can take the three of you there."
Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate, turned around to support Miss Qin Er, and then looked at Qin Wenzheng.
"Cough cough!"
Song Ruyue coughed suddenly and said, "I'm going with Xia Chan."
Then he gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, if they dare to say that Qingzhou is destined to be with Buddha again, I will ask Xia Chan to give them a heartbreak!"
Qin Wenzheng glanced at her, and said in a deep voice, "Jian Jia and Xia Chan go, you stay."
Song Ruyue pouted immediately: "Master..."
Qin Wenzheng turned around and ignored her.
Huiming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, went down the corridor, followed behind him, and walked to the backyard.
Turning her head to look, Miss Qin in a snow-white dress followed behind her with Bai Ling not far or near.
Holding the sword, Xia Chan stood silently in the corner alone. She was looking at him, but when she saw him looking over, she turned her face away and looked elsewhere.
She can't get close to Miss Er, so she can't follow him.
Song Ruyue was also looking at him with resentment at this time.
Go through the gate.
There was no sound and no one in the back.
Huiming walked with his head down without saying a word, and led a few people along the path, through a bamboo forest, and came to a simple bamboo house.
The door of the bamboo house was open, and an inexplicable voice suddenly came from inside: "Huiming, tell me, what is the most precious thing in the world?"
Huiming stopped at the door, bowed and said, "What is lost or not obtained is precious."
Inexplicably said: "Master Luo thinks?"
Luo Qingzhou helped the weak Second Miss Qin, also stopped, turned to look at the girl's pale cheeks and tender eyes, and replied: "The most precious thing in the world is what you have right now."
It was quiet for a while.
The soft jade hand in his hand also trembled slightly.
An inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now do you know why you have been guarding that wall at the bottom of the mountain for so many years?"
Huiming was ashamed, bowed his head and said, "My disciple is stupid."
"come in."
Inexplicably warm.
Huiming's attitude became more respectful, and he hurriedly said, "Mr. Luo, please."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head slightly, helped Miss Qin Er, and entered the room.
The house is very simple.
There was nothing on the ground except two futons.
A thin old monk in a gray robe was sitting on one of the futons, looked at him kindly, and said, "Mr. Luo, please sit down."
Luo Qingzhou walked over with Miss Qin Er, did not sit down, but asked directly: "Master Mo Ming, is there an eminent monk named Wukong in your temple?"
Hearing the words inexplicably, there was a look of long-term memory in his eyes, he paused, and said: "I heard from brother abbot that there is indeed such a master in my temple. But no one knows where he is."
Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Then can I meet Master Abbot?"
Inexplicably, he glanced at the sick and weak girl who was supporting him, and said: "Mr. Luo, if it is for medical treatment, it may disappoint Mr. Luo. The abbot brother has been practicing Zen for many years..."
"Master, here is another Buddha gatha."
Luo Qingzhou interrupted him, looked at him calmly and said, "This Buddhist gatha is a response to the fifth Buddhist gatha just now. If Master Abbot is willing to see you next time, I am willing to write it down and write it down. The first draft was sent to your monastery."
Inexplicably startled, while still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou opened his mouth and said directly: "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused?"
Huiming, who was standing at the door, suddenly trembled.
Second Miss Qin, who was supported by her, also trembled.
Inexplicably sitting on the futon, he murmured a few words, his face gradually flushed with blood.
"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times, so as not to stir up dust."
"Bodhi does not have a tree, nor does a bright mirror stand. There is nothing in the first place, where does the dust come from?"
After repeating these two poems many times, Fang suddenly stood up, put his palms together to the young man in front of him, and bowed deeply: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, wait a moment."
He murmured and left in a hurry.
When he walked to the small courtyard outside, he suddenly turned around and said, "Huiming, go get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Huiming came back to his senses and immediately took orders to leave.
The two left in a hurry, one in front of the other.
In the bamboo house, calm down.
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er and sat on the futon.
Bai Ling's flattering voice suddenly came from behind: "Young master is so powerful, even those old monks were tamed by my uncle."
The corner of Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense if you can't speak, do you know what taming is?"
Bai Ling pouted, and said, "The second young lady has been tamed by my uncle, is that okay?"
Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and when she was about to continue reprimanding her, Second Miss Qin smiled softly: "Brother-in-law, what Bai Ling said is right, Wei Mo has indeed been tamed by you... I am convinced by my heart and hand Feet, docile, honest."
Luo Qingzhou quickly reminded: "Second Miss, the name is wrong."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other person was wearing a veil and couldn't see any expression.
"Oh, brother Qing Zhou."
Second Miss Qin realized her mistake and corrected it.
I don't know if she did it on purpose. With her intelligence, how could she always make the wrong call.
When Luo Qingzhou was doubting, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.
Immediately, Huiming's voice came: "Master Luo, the abbot has come out and is waiting for you in the reception room, please follow me."
Luo Qingzhou helped Second Miss Qin up and walked out of the small bamboo house.
Outside the door, Huiming held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Mr. Luo, can you write down that Buddhist gatha first?"
It seemed that he was afraid that he would go back on his word.
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Of course."
Huiming hastily spread out the rice paper on the stone table in the small courtyard, then grinded the ink himself, and impatiently wrote the pen.
Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote down the ink.
"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror……"
at the same time.
On the reclining Buddha Mountain, the eyes of the giant Buddha, which is hundreds of feet high, were closed. I don't know if it was the sun shining or what, but suddenly a golden light flashed, as if they were opened.
(End of this chapter)