The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the night in the mountains is long.
Light tea, with a bitter fragrance, quiet and ethereal.
Master Jingjie has used a rough wooden teacup for many years, the texture on it is smooth and clear, the original rough wooden thorns have been worn away, the fragrance and bitterness of the tea are immersed in it, and the aftertaste is long.
Its heart is tea, what is the taste of the heart, and what is the taste of tea.
The woman on the opposite side, dressed in white without makeup, always had an unspeakable smile on her lips when she drank tea. For many years, this heart tea has confused the drinkers, and they often shy away after trying it and don't want to drink it again. But there are only two people who drink this tea every time they come here. Now one lives in the monastery, while the other, Master Jingjie Baimei hangs down quietly and listens to the waves of pines in the mountains, he is probably coming soon.
The man drank this tea for the first time a few years ago, and the beautiful eyes were finely shaped into radiant blades in the entanglement of water vapor, as if he enjoyed it very much. The second time, I poured water and clothed tea, quoted the scriptures and discussed the Zen with him for a long time here, and I was overbearing and aggressive. The third time was also such a moonlit night, and the wind in the empty valley was fierce. The man sat alone in this quiet room all night, just sipping tea, rarely saying a word.
For many years since then, I will come to the Buddhist temple every new moon, drink the Qixin tea a thousand times and still never get tired of it, and refute the Buddhist scriptures and teachings thousands of times, and I have not seen the self-inflated person for a long time.
However, tea is still tea, its heart is its taste, and its taste is its heart.
"Abbot's tea is getting cold." A voice like clear water sounded faintly, Abbot Jingjie opened his eyes and smiled peacefully.
"The old monk just remembered a Zen saying, I don't know if the princess is willing to listen."
"Abbot, please tell me."
"This exists, so that exists; this arises, so that arises; this does not exist, therefore that does not exist; this ceases, therefore, that ceases to exist."
Qing Chen's quiet eyes raised slightly when Master Jingjie finished speaking, and said after a while: "The abbot said well, if there is this life, then that life must be born. This is the principle of karma and reincarnation."
Master Jingjie said: "He is reborn to this, and this is reborn to that, and the life is endless. Dare to ask the princess, when is the end, when is it?"
Qing Chen said: "That's why if you don't have one, you can't do that. Let's go to our own lives."
Master Jingjie whispered the Buddha's name, and said: "Even if the things in the world have the same cause and the same fate, they are different from person to person, and different from heart to heart, so the results are different. Why bother to kill people who are wise and wise?"
Qing Chen was silent, and then said: "Mortal customs have disturbed the Buddhist Pure Land, please forgive me, Abbot."
Master Jingjie smiled slightly: "Buddhism is the place to save all living beings. The suffering of all living beings is the suffering of Buddhism. Why bother?"
Qing Chen said: "How does the abbot know that he can cross?"
Master Jingjie said: "There are predestined people for Buddha's crossing."
Qing Chen frowned carefully, and a figure appeared in her eyes—in front of the Buddha in the mountain temple, on the Yuema Bridge, in the hell of the Buddha Kingdom, her heart was bitter, and she thought about it for a while.
Master Jingjie didn't bother her, and began to pour tea.
Not long after, he insisted on seeing him and told him that he had arrived at the foot of the mountain. Qing Chen said softly, "You guys go."
Master Jingjie's deep and wise eyes did not fluctuate because of the words, a wisp of tea fragrance wafted up, accompanied by the tranquility of the green light.
Suddenly Qing Chen smiled slowly: "Abbot, I'm the one who got the picture."
Master Jingjie said together: "Amitabha!"
Qing Chen said, "Master, thank you."
When the moon was full, Zhuang Sanliu stepped into the mountain gate of Dufo Temple, his dark silver clothes reflected a faint light under the moonlight, the stone steps under his feet were jade-colored, and the flowing water was clear.
Several black shadows appeared around the Buddhist hall of Dufo Temple one after another, and one of them rushed to Zhuang Sanliu, knelt down and said, "My lord, the person is indeed in the temple."
All of Zhuang Sanliu's expressions were hidden under that mask, only his eyes reflected the moonlight and were shining with golden light.
He turned his head to look in the direction of Tiandu, and he could imagine that the palace city was already full of blood and rain. King Xi and King Ji launched a mutiny as he expected, and they were willing to draw Ye Tianling's attention away for him. There is no suspense for him in this battle between dragons and tigers. The person he wants is the key to all plans.
In the empty and quiet Buddhist temple, a graceful figure of a woman stands under the moon. The bright red gauze is slender and drags the floor, the moonlight Xiangshui skirt, the jade hairpin slantingly pulls the black temples, and the blue hair is graceful.
The incense table stands horizontally, the osmanthus falls lightly, and the three pillars of fragrance curl up to the blue sky.
Hearing footsteps, Qing Chen looked back. Under the moon, his face was hazy and calm, but Zhuang Sanliu's heart was like a flash of thunder and lightning, his eyes were gloomy and confused, and he murmured a name.
Qing Chen said: "Who are you?" A figure flashed in front of him, and Zhuang Sanliu was already in front of him, "As long as the princess follows me, she will know who I am."
Qing Chen shouted: "Since you know that I am Princess Ling, how dare you be so presumptuous, come here!"
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Zhuang Sanliu raised his hand and struck her accurately on the back of the neck. The force was not heavy, but it made people fall into a coma immediately.
The soft body fell into the crook of his arms, Zhuang Sanliu leaned over to look at the person in his arms, the moonlight was behind him, the shadow was gloomy, his voice was like a whisper in the middle of the night, full of magnetic temptation: "Feng Qingchen, I I told you a long time ago that you will be mine."
Zhuang Sanliu stepped out of the Buddhist courtyard with Qingchen in his arms, and walked out along the Baishi Guangtai in front of the Great Buddha Hall.
At this moment, the lights in the Great Buddha Hall suddenly lit up, and then the nearby halls were lit up one by one. The lights went down to illuminate the Buddhist and Taoist mountain gates. The body shape seems to form an iron wall, reflecting the solemn golden statue in the Buddhist hall.
At the beginning of the mutation, a group of men in black quickly gathered around Zhuang Sanliu and formed a circle.
It is murderous aura, the murderous aura surging from the majestic Buddha statue. The sound of swift footsteps amidst the lights, and groups of neat black-armored warriors, like wild goose wings, immediately surrounded Guangtai layer by layer. Xie Jing and others, who were lurking in the dark and were about to make a move, stopped their actions and waited and watched.
However, the murderous aura did not come from either of them. Zhuang Sanliu stood in the center of the square, at the moment when he was concentrating on the peak, suddenly a strange light flashed in his eyes, and the soft sword in his waist bounced like a poisonous snake.
At this time, a white light like snow in mid-air was approaching, and it suddenly scattered into a cold light all over the sky. The wind was fierce, guns and swords greeted each other, and there was an ear-piercing strike. A young man appeared in the shadow of the gun and landed in the square. He swept the gun sideways, and several men in black fell back. Zhunzhuang scattered willows.
Zhuang Sanliu saw the man's face clearly through the lights and moonlight, and was suddenly shocked, and blurted out: "Ye Tianche!"
The man had sharp eyes and a sneer at the corner of his lips: "It's surprising, isn't it? Put down the person in your hand!"
The bewitching color in Zhuang Sanliu's eyes was like a whirlpool, surging in depth, "You're still alive!"
The man raised his eyebrows sharply: "Each!"
After the words fell, the silver gun came out and approached, the soft sword in Zhuang Sanliu's hand screamed, a ray of light pierced the air, and fought with one hand!
The sword energy filled the sky, the shadow of the spear captured the moon, and no one could approach it for a while.
Zhuang Sanliu was alone in his arms, facing the enemy with one hand, at first he was able to cope with it freely, but gradually he lost the wind under the opponent's blazing guns.
The strength of his sword increased sharply, and he forced the opponent to take a few steps away. He was about to take advantage of the situation and put the person down when he suddenly felt his waist tighten. After being caught in the roll, he turned over and returned to the belt, unexpectedly pulling him back under the envelope of the gun.
An accident happened, Zhuang Sanliu was unprepared, the soft sword was glamorous, its edge slanted, trying to regain the disadvantage, a star of cold light hit the throat, and his sword was also placed on the woman's neck in the blink of an eye .
The flying gauze was like fog, falling in the night, Zhuang Sanliu's eyes were gloomy, and he locked on the opponent in front of him: "You are not Ye Tianche!"
The man obviously didn't intend to deny it, his expression gradually became cold, and he said word by word: "I and Brother Eleven are alike, you suddenly saw Brother Eleven and you were startled, Brother Ninth!"
Zhuang Sanliu's body visibly shook, Ye Tianli continued: "Don't Brother Nine think this mask is in the way?"
After he finished speaking, the shock in Zhuang Sanliu's eyes turned into a kind of supercilious wildness, and with arrogant laughter, he waved his hand and took off the mask on his face.
In the depths of the night, under the moonlight, a flawless face was revealed. The moonlight, sword light, fire light and even the golden light of the Buddhist temple all fell into those delicate and charming eyes, darkening to the extreme, and suddenly burst into a soul-stirring monster. The corners of the thin and charming lips are raised loosely, and the light seems to flow with the thin smile, and the strange place is full of unstoppable temptation.
When he turned his eyes, a gloomy look fell on the woman under the sword, and Ye Tianli also turned his head, with doubts in his eyes.
The woman who looked like Qing Chen stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and it turned out to be Su Niang, with a delicate human skin mask in her hand.
Zhuang Sanliu's expression suddenly changed. At this moment, he thought of the little attendant in Prince Ling's mansion. When he told that Princess Ling was in Dufo Temple under his coercion, the person's eyes were not panicked because of fear of death at all. a disguise.
This is just a layout, just like a hunter using himself to lure a dangerous beast, he has already spread a net around him.
Thinking of this, he was furious in his heart, he ignored the sharp gun in his throat, his body swayed slightly, and the sword slashed towards Su Niang's neck.
Su Niang was forced to let go of the silver whip and roll over to avoid it. At that moment, the silver spear in Ye Tianli's hand pierced Zhuang Sanliu's skin, but she didn't exert any stamina and did not use all her strength.
The silver light picked at Zhuang Sanliu's collarbone, and the blood was startled. Although Su Niang avoided Zhuang Sanliu's deadly sword, she was hit in the back by the palm he followed, and fell off the stage with a mouthful of blood.
Xie Jingfei rushed forward to catch her, and with his appearance, Mingyilou's subordinates instantly occupied the surrounding area of Guangtai.
Standing surrounded by layers of siege, Zhuang Sanliu stretched out two fingers and carelessly wiped the blood on his neck, and asked gloomily, "What's wrong, Brother Twelve, can't you kill me?"
Ye Tianli held the silver gun tightly, and suddenly said: "Do you think I really won't kill you?"
Zhuang Sanliu laughed loudly and said: "If it's the eleventh brother, it's hard to say, but I'm afraid you really can't kill me." He glanced at the people in Mingyi Building, and ordered to his subordinates: "Kill them! "
Unexpectedly, those men in black did not respond to the call, but took a step back at the same time, and retreated into the formation of Mingyi Building.
Zhuang Sanliu was really shocked at this time, but Ye Tianli said coldly: "Ninth brother, have you forgotten that most of the dead men in your hands were loyal to Empress Xiaozhen back then, and their original masters were all from the Feng family. !"
The leader of the man in black led the crowd to kneel down, and kowtowed heavily to Zhuang Sanliu: "My lord, I am sorry for you! Please take care of me in the future!" After that, all the people raised their knives at the same time, slashed their necks with sharp blades, and committed suicide died.
Within three feet, blood flowed like a river.
Zhuang San's willow eyes were stained by the strange blood color, which was eerie and frightening.
Ye Tianli said: "These people are really loyal to Brother Jiu, and they are willing to use their lives to exchange Brother Jiu's life with the Feng family. I won't kill you, it's just because the Feng family agreed to them!"
Zhuang Sanliu slowly squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Feng Yan!"
"That's right, it was Feng Yan who leaked your identity. He knows very well that the three sons of Empress Xiaozhen are not as reliable as his own daughter. What's more, he has already ruined two daughters on you. Could it be that Are you really going to hand over the last daughter to you and destroy it?"
Zhuang Sanliu was so angry that he let out a long laugh instead: "Okay, then I want to see, what are you going to do with me?" The mountain wind was stirring, and his silver shirt was flying like the moon in water, aggressive and aggressive.
Ye Tianli slowly raised the silver gun, with a hint of hostility all over his body: "You can kill the fourth brother and the eleventh brother, so don't you think I can't do anything to you?"
Zhuang Sanliu said: "Then you can try it!"
Jianfeng, like a soul from the underworld, overflows with gloomy light. The silver gun was as quiet as a sinking abyss, and a fierce and domineering force moved along the gun, rolling up a turbulent energy between the two of them, and the stars and the moon were dark.
Just at the moment when this energy struggle was about to reach its apex, a solemn and melodious bell sounded from the entire mountain, penetrating layers of night and entering everyone's heart.
The murderous intent of the confrontation between the two sides seemed to suddenly fall into the vast and deep ocean and disappear without a trace.
Following the sound of the bell, one after another monks came out from the back of the main hall, with Buddhist beads in their hands and clasped palms together. Hundreds of them gradually walked into the open space around Guangtai without even hearing the sound of footsteps or even breathing. Can't hear, lined up in neat rows front and back, with lowered eyebrows and quiet eyes, and the treasure looks solemn.
The bell was coming from the huge bronze bells at the four corners of Guangtai, the door of the Great Buddha Hall was slowly opened, and Master Jingjie came out slowly. All the monks recited the Buddha's name together, and then sat cross-legged around Guangtai.
Master Jingjie climbed up the raised platform along the white stone steps of the Great Buddha Hall, and the yellow inner robe and brown monk uniform still hung deeply in the wind.
Following his arrival, both Zhuang Sanliu and Ye Tianli felt a kind of gentle energy coming from the air like an invisible stream of water, and the sword and spear were a little at a loss.
Ye Tianli put down the silver gun in his hand: "Master!"
Master Jingjie gave him a little congratulations, and turned to Zhuang Sanliu with a friendly smile: "Amitabha, Lord Zhuang, it's been a long time."
Zhuang Sanliu's face was cloudy and cloudy, as if he was surprised, confused, guarded... all kinds of feelings were mixed, but in the end he withdrew his sword, stood upright with one palm, and returned the Buddhist salute to Master Jingjie.
Master Jingjie said: "I know that the benefactor will come tonight, so I specially prepared a cup of tea for the benefactor."
Zhuang Sanliu stared at Master Jingjie for a moment, "haha" smiled and said: "Master's heart tea is full of bitterness, I am no longer interested."
Master Jingjie didn't think it was disobedient: "The donor may wish to taste it again, or there may be a hidden hole in the bitterness."
Zhuang Sanliu laughed wildly, "Master's next sentence, is he going to say 'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately'?"
Master Jingjie said: "Amitabha, the Buddha saves all living beings!"
Zhuang Sanliu seemed to have heard the funniest thing, and he laughed so hard that his body trembled, and then asked: "Buddhas sacrificed their lives to feed tigers, and saved pigeons with meat. Since the master wants to save me, how dare I ask whether he should sacrifice his life or cut his flesh?" "
Master Jingjie closed his eyes and smiled, and flicked his fingertips amidst his arrogant laughter, "Dang!" The bronze bell on the bell tower made a powerful bell, which spread far and wide throughout the entire mountain temple, and the laughter was drowned in it .
Zhuang Sanliu was startled suddenly, with his eyesight, even in the dark, he could clearly see a Buddhist bead popped out when Master Jingjie raised his hand.
A single Buddhist bead can go far away in the air, causing the bronze bell of hundreds of kilograms to make such a loud noise, everyone present fell into absolute silence, and their eyes were focused on the platform.
But saw Master Jingjie sitting cross-legged calmly on the platform, said: "The sea of suffering is boundless, turn your head and see the shore, I am an old man, just listen and respect."
Zhuang Sanliu was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Master, do you really think that Buddhism is boundless?"
Master Jingjie recited in a low voice: "The secrets of the two lines are your original mind. There is no such thing as little Dharma, but profound Dharma..." Following his voice, monks around twirled Buddhist beads and chanted sutras in unison. The deep sutra sound was peaceful and profound, like flowing water, covering the entire night sky with a layer of holiness and tranquility. The moonlight fell on the glazed roof above the main hall, and the golden light of the Buddhist hall was rippling with splendor.
"When you are about to enter Nirvana, use the divine power of the Buddha to cover all living beings with great compassion. If you want to catch all living beings, you will make a loud sound. The sound will pervade even the ten directions. Follow the sound and tell all living beings. Now the Tathagata should know rightly and universally. Compassionate all living beings. Cover and protect all living beings. Take care of all living beings. Such a son... "
Zhuang Sanliu's eyes were full of coldness and darkness, his whole body exuded a dangerous aura, he pointed his soft sword obliquely, and walked towards Master Jingjie step by step.
The surrounding sutra sounds seemed to gather around him from all directions, and every time he took a step, he felt the space around him tighten a bit. The scriptures gradually become clear, as if every word is not just the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but directly escapes into the bottom of the heart, the deep imprints are intertwined, and gradually turn into raging fires, coiling and whirling from the bottom inch by inch, burning more and more intensely, burning more and more The pain is about to swallow everything.
The sutra sound seems to be getting faster and faster. The past years, the glory and wealth, the honor of kings and princes, love and hatred, life and death, are endlessly passing through before my eyes.
He used to be a young man traveling on horseback, and he used to be the flower Jieyu in front of Yuxuetang.
In the past, mothers were respectful to their children, and thousands of loved ones envied them. It used to be that Lang loves concubines, and makes her romantic drunk tonight.
But once, the rain falls and the wind destroys the flowers, and the labor and swallows fly away into the vastness.
Who is Man Wu in Red? Who is it? Yan and the red flowers falling on the stage, the heart-breaking wine with the shadow of fire, the poison that destroys the heart, the heart that is smothered by fame and fortune under the mask, seems to be looked at by a pair of clear eyes, it is pity, disdain, sympathy, and love. Hate... what exactly
It seems to look at the past, it seems to look at this life, it seems to look at the past, and there is nothing everywhere.
His heart is bitter, his heart is bitter, and his love is ruthless to the extreme.
This body is not this body, this mind is not this mind, this body is already empty skin, all things in the world are impermanent and false, what should I do
"Those who have no refuge. To serve as a refuge. Those who have not seen the Buddha-nature. Make them see the Buddha-nature. Those who are not free from afflictions. Make them free from afflictions. Those who have no peace and tranquility. For the sake of tranquility. Those who are not liberated. For the sake of liberation. Those who are not at ease. Make you happy. Those who are not free from doubts. Make them free from doubts. Those who have not repented. Make them repent. Those who are Nirvana. Make them get Nirvana... "
Following the endless sutra sound, Zhuang Sanliu suddenly threw away the sword in his hand and screamed wildly to the sky. The howling sound entered the clouds, shaking the mountains and fields, causing the birds and beasts to scatter, and everyone's expressions changed.
The sutra sound has always maintained a slow rhythm, which seems to be covered by howling, but it is everywhere, continuous, quiet and peaceful.
Following the long roar with eyes closed, Zhuang Sanliu's long hair fluttered in all directions, and fell in the wind under the full moon, slowly passing over his beautiful face.
In strands, inch by inch, the shoulders of shiny black hair seemed to be dyed with moonlight, and gradually turned into a piece of snow white, spilling over his shoulders, like snow and frost, like a dream and a fantasy.
Zhuang Sanliu slowly opened his eyes. The eyes that were originally shining brightly were now filled with deep black and boundless silence, without any color.
He took the last step forward, standing in front of Master Jingjie, clasped his hands together, his snowy hair drooping, "Thank you, Master Zhuang Sanliu."
Master Jingjie smiled: "Buddhas are born from the heart, congratulations to the benefactor."
Zhuang Sanliufu turned around again, and then bowed deeply to Ye Tianli who was standing aside. Ye Tianli Fang recovered from the shock just now, and then he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help calling: "Ninth Brother!"
Zhuang Sanliu turned a deaf ear to his cry, turned around and stepped down Baiyu Guangtai.
The moment he turned around, Yaoqin Qingyin came leisurely from the depths of Dufo Temple. The woman's clear voice was like icy water flowing clouds, floating in the mountains and forests:
Don't blame me for being melancholy when I was young, and the silk of a hundred feet is easy to provoke.
When you are old and spring is not melancholy, where is love is not pitiful.
There is snow on Duqu's pear flower cup, and the smoke in Chaoling's fragrant grass dream.
There are golden tears on the two sleeves of the future, and the Zen of bones is born three times in the public case.
The old queen thought about whether she should regret it or not, and put her robes in front of the gate of the courtyard.
The phoenix fire tree, the bodhi flowers falling, Zhuang Sanliu had a strange and transparent smile on his face when he heard the sound of the piano, sang along with the sound of the piano, and strode towards the mountain gate. Along the way, there were many subordinates of Mingyi Building and Xuanjia Army, but none of them wanted to stop him. Under the bright and clear moonlight, he was dressed in silver clothes and disappeared into the endless mountains.