The sunset at Guiling Temple is extremely beautiful, the sea of clouds in the distance is empty, and circles of scorching crimson are fainted in the rolling waves. The whole temple is ingeniously embedded in the middle of the mountain. It doesn't touch the sky or the ground, and it seems that you can touch the flowing clouds with your hands.
The color of the sunset poured on the exposed book stone beside the cold stream, as clear and peaceful as Buddha's light.
Seeing that the sun was fading, Yun Qing also began to prepare to tidy up the books that were posted today. If her hands and feet were slow, she might not be able to make it to the evening class. The practice in Guiling Temple is very hard, not to mention the daily homework such as morning and evening class recitations, and the distribution of various important tasks in the Busa Hall, Arhat Hall, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day. There are too many things to be busy.
After a few days, Yun Qing finally understood why Jue Luan said that she was "unlikely to have free time".
As an inner disciple, Yun Qing could choose what kind of work she would mainly take on, so she naturally chose to help in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. But she quickly discovered that this choice was useless, because the reality was that she had to do it whether she chose it or not.
The weather was fine today, so the Sutra Library decided to assign some disciples to expose the books. Yun Qing asked to come over despite being so busy. Although the possibility is very small, what if she really posted the relevant classics
Ascetics generally use jade slips, but the jade slips can only carry information. The will and thoughts of those predecessors are all contained in the strokes of ancient books, which cannot be expressed in jade slips anyway. Therefore, the collection of books is still those fragile but ancient books.
The ancient books that are too old can no longer withstand being teased, so the method of suspension was adopted, and an enchantment was set up in the Sutra Pavilion without seeing the light of day. In order to prevent this kind of book from being lost, there are usually rubbings of the secret method, and the rubbings are also very long ago, so the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion sends disciples to post the books from time to time.
"Leave these books to me for now, you go back first."
Jue Luan's voice appeared behind Yun Qing, but she didn't hear the footsteps at all.
"How good is this, brother is busy..." Yun Qing felt that he could always see him these days, and wondered if he had been exposed somewhere.
"I'm the most leisurely person in the temple." Jueluan smiled, and bowed to help her sort out the ancient books that were scattered all over the place.
Yun Qing was dumbfounded. Of course, this person has such a high ranking, no one can order him to do things.
"Master likes to hang out books." Seeing that she was speechless, Jueluan continued, "Today just coincides with his memorial day, so I just feel something."
Yun Qing didn't know what he meant by saying this to herself, but she was quite interested in that "first teacher".
Jueluan didn't care, and while skillfully tidying up the ancient books on the ground, he said: "When my master first entered Guiling Temple, he was punished to kneel down for drying books. At that time, my master asked him to wash the marrow in the temple. The scriptures, the Changing Tendon Sutra, the concept of the Lotus Heart Void and the Void, and the Great Sun Tathagata’s concept of meditation, etc., have been exposed to the public, but it is actually a thought to test other people’s Taoism.”
Yun Qing couldn't help but feel moved when she heard Lian Xin's thoughts on the hidden space. So, is the thought of Lian Xin's hidden space really recorded in the book? Then she thought she was a little vigilant, and she didn't know why Luan suddenly mentioned this, did she really see something, or was she trying to test her Dao heart like that master
"He wants to see if your master will peek at these classics?" Yun Qing asked suspiciously, her expression unchanged.
Jueluan laughed again: "Yes, but he didn't expect that my master would not go to the Sutra Pavilion to pick up the books, but ran to the book drying stone and slept naked on his stomach."
Yun Qing was surprised: "Why?"
"My master didn't understand either, so he ran to ask questions. My master was plausible, and he said..." Jue Luan paused, carefully picked up the last ancient book and hugged it in his arms.
"My master said that his heart is dedicated to the Buddha, and there are thousands of classics in his belly, so why bother to expose the books? Just expose his own belly!"
Yun Qing also couldn't help laughing, she felt that the temperament of this child's powerful Buddhist sect was quite different from the solemnity of Guiling Temple.
"As a result, he was fined to kneel. For several months, day and night, regardless of the wind and rain, he has been kneeling on this stone for drying books." Jue Luan looked solemn.
Yun Qing asked: "So serious...?"
She felt that verbal arguments in Buddhism are actually very effective. Sometimes one thing is obviously wrong, but as long as one can use Buddhist principles verbally, there will be no punishment. The more typical one is "wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart". Since even breaking the precepts can be covered up with such absurd words, it is completely unreasonable for Jueluan's master to be punished to kneel for several months.
"My master later told me that he thought he had done nothing wrong at the time, but he woke up on his knees a month later." Jue Luan's side face was like those Buddha statues in the temple in the setting sun, with a smile that was not a smile, but his compassion was not very real , "Thousands of classics are in the belly? Scholars can keep this frivolous and fearless in their hearts, but practitioners can't."
"Humility." Jue Luan's voice lowered, and each sound caught his mind.
Yun Qing felt something was touched, and her situation was quite similar to that of the Buddhist Da Neng. With the Heavenly Book in hand, isn’t it the same as knowing everything, knowing everything, and having thousands of classics in your belly
"There are countless avenues in the world, and Buddhism alone has supreme, profound and subtle methods. I don't know how many. The more you know, the more you can understand your own ignorance. Maybe it's good to have thousands of classics in his stomach, but this is still someone else's. Classics. If you don’t have a humble heart and ask the Buddha humbly, you will not get your own Dao.”
It was as if an alarm bell sounded in Yun Qing's heart, and she became much clearer at once.
She has the protection of the heavenly book, the powerful help of Amang who is invincible to thousands of people, and she has good luck, and she has met the Supreme Sensation Record, the Great Sun Hei Tianlun, and the gentleman Qianyuan Dao. That's why she dared to act recklessly, dared to swagger past under the eyes of Shiwan Dashan, dared to go deep into the altar of Lutian, and retreated completely, and now she even dared to drag Zheng Zhenzhen to muddy the water in the northwest.
But everything she relies on is not her own after all. The Heavenly Book is always a foreign object, no matter how powerful Amon is, he can't enlighten her for her. Which one of those messy inheritances has she really studied thoroughly
So what if thousands of classics are in her belly? None of which she understood, none of which really belonged to her.
The more arrogant you are, the farther you are from the "Tao" you seek.
"Taught." Yun Qing bowed and thanked. Jueluan's Dharma is profound, so he might have seen the restlessness in her heart early on. He neither asked her what her plans were, nor did he guard her against her.
"Evening classes are about to start, so go ahead." Jue Luan nodded, and said to Yun Qing when he heard the bell in the temple ring.
Yun Qing bowed again, and then went to evening class in the afterglow of the setting sun.
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"Hey..." Zheng Zhenzhen was drenched all over, standing shivering in the cold pool, "I, I can't stand anymore!"
The woman who brought her out of the secret realm of the cold cave put on a peach-colored palace dress at this time, standing in the misty clouds like a fairy, her face was covered with tulle, and she couldn't help but lifted the veil after hearing Zheng Zhenzhen's words. : "You really don't want to worship me as a teacher?"
"It's so cold..." Zheng Zhenzhen looked at the woman with watery eyes, not surprised by the hideous scar on her face.
"Why don't you listen to my advice, you stupid child? If you worship me as your teacher, you can become my direct disciple of Mianfenglang as long as you enter the Tao in the future..."
Zheng Zhenzhen still looked pitiful: "Cold!"
"Come out, come out! You're blind, I'll lend you this cold pool to exercise your body, and now you're calling me cold after half a cup of tea?" The woman looked impatient, but she still agreed with her to come out of the cold pool.
Zheng Zhenzhen sneezed loudly and crawled out of the cold pool with hands and feet, but stepped on a slippery stone and fell back again.
"Not only is your mind poor, but you are also clumsy. You are really...! Well, it might be a blessing to me if you don't worship me." The female womb dress sleeve flicked, and a peach-colored ribbon wrapped Zheng Zhenzhen rolled out.
Zheng Zhenzhen coughed for a long time before saying, "That... pretty sister, when can I have dinner?"
"Don't call me that! My dao name is Jinghua." The woman said helplessly, she no longer cared about appearances, but Zheng Zhenzhen said it sincerely, so she couldn't scold her.
"Senior Jinghua." Zheng Zhenzhen saluted seriously.
Jing Hua sighed: "Senior sister picked up a bitter woman, why did I pick up a fool."
Zheng Zhenzhen asked puzzledly: "Jian Fu?"
Jinghua dried her body with Taoism, then turned into a small tea table, and sat on the ground: "That bitter woman is much more powerful than you, with such a serious injury, she was able to rush into the cold cave and kill the white bear, even I can't bear it." hurt by her."
"Did she do the injury on your body at that time too!?" Zheng Zhenzhen said in surprise, she remembered the woman who was betrayed by the Taoist companion at that time, it seems to be talking about her, right
"That's right, that person seems to have been betrayed by his sweetheart, and his cultivation level has improved a lot, so the senior sister let her enter the outer door first."
Zheng Zhenzhen asked suspiciously: "She hurt you, and your senior sister let her get started?"
Jinghua took some water from the cold pool, and somehow it melted into two cups of steaming tea. Zheng Zhenzhen looked at her movements, couldn't help thinking of Yun Qing, and his eyes softened a little.
"She was emotionally unstable at that time, maybe it was an accidental injury. The senior sister just let her enter the outer door, it's no big deal. Test her Taoism a few times, if it's okay, she will be introduced to the inner door, if not, then send her away." Jing Hua He motioned for her to sit down too.
Zheng Zhenzhen also sat on the ground imitating the startled appearance, but unfortunately she couldn't sit in her dignified and graceful appearance, which was always a little cute.
"What about me? Do you also inspect the outer door first?" Zheng Zhenzhen asked.
Jinghua nodded: "Naturally, this is the rule. After all, in recent years, the Taoism of casual cultivators has become more and more corrupt, and it is impossible not to select carefully."
Zheng Zhenzhen nodded seriously: "Yes."
"What are you!? Hurry up and drink tea to warm up your body. Today you have to finish the last step of washing the marrow and cutting the bones!" Jinghua said dissatisfied. Zheng Zhenzhen has good talent, but the preliminary preparations for cultivating such as washing the marrow and cutting the bones are not solid, so she had to redo it for her to avoid future troubles.
"I just wanted to say..." Zheng Zhenzhen hesitated.
Jinghua asked, "Say what?"
"I have bathed in this cold pool water, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to drink it?"
Jinghua slapped her on the forehead.