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The Baima Temple, which is full of incense, ushered in a dignitary.
During the period, the old abbot who was over a hundred years old put on the most solemn cassock and went to greet him. Apart from the supreme king, this kind of honor may only be able to bear the power of the current prince.
Jing Cheng is the abbot's favorite disciple, so naturally he has to accompany him.
"I don't know why my lord is driving the White Horse Temple?"
The abbot uttered the Buddha's name, his wrinkled face was calm after years of washing.
"I've heard for a long time that a white horse has a spirit, and it's true."
The dignified voice of this extremely human minister spoke in admiration, and the speed at which the abbot twirled the beads involuntarily accelerated.
As the saying goes, do not go to the Temple of Three Treasures, the Lord of this country does not believe in Buddhism, nor does he believe in God, any ghosts and ghosts will have to retreat in front of him. As the founder of the dynasty, he has always regarded his own body as his belief, and the point of his sword is the sky and the sky.
If it weren't for major sacrificial activities, Lord Yan would rarely set foot in this Buddhist pure land, and the abbot felt uneasy when he visited this time.
The Duke said lightly, "Don't be afraid of the abbot's jokes. I have a beautiful little white fox. She is cunning, quick-witted, and understands people's hearts. I love and dote on her so much. She is enshrined in my heart like a pearl. I am afraid that she will be poisoned." It's gone, it's broken when you hold it."
The abbot thought about it and said, "The benefactor has a compassionate heart."
Yan Guogong smiled and looked at the golden body Buddhas in the hall, his eyes glanced at Jing Cheng's handsome face, and his tone was calm, "But this little white fox doesn't know that I have a compassionate heart. After she smelled the sandalwood, she opened the door. Lingzhi, in the dark, has a fate to be involved with this White Horse Temple, and when he reaches the foot of the mountain, he becomes arrogant and refuses to leave no matter what."
The golden light of the Buddha scattered in the hall, and the atmosphere became more and more peaceful. Duke Yan said unhurriedly, "I have spent a lot of effort on this little white fox, and I really can't leave her for a moment. , I had to forcefully hug her back and coax her with nice words, hoping that she would change her mind."
"But-"
He changed the subject, "Even though I love her meticulously, she is determined to sneak out while I'm not paying attention, and she hasn't returned home yet. I was so worried that I had to be cheeky and come to disturb the master." clean up."
With a faint sigh, Duke Yan continued, "Master Wang, in view of my sincerity, hand over that stubborn white fox hiding in the temple."
The abbot changed color slightly.
This is simply a sudden disaster. The White Horse Temple is in the middle of the Buddhist meeting. There are so many people coming and going, so how could they notice if there are any living creatures raised by the nobles escaping in
What if the white fox escaped or died in the temple
"This little white fox is my favorite pet. After I lost it, I can't sleep or eat, and I don't have the heart to do errands. I hope the master will show mercy, let the Buddha show mercy, and release the little white fox. It has many followers, and there are eminent monks like the master. Purdue sentient beings, there is no need for this little bodhi seed, don't you think?"
Yan Guogong looked at the monk whose eyebrows were stained with cinnabar with a half-smile.
The abbot's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
This posture doesn't look like he's looking for a lost pet, but he's here to ask the teacher for a crime, right
The abbot's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he barely stabilized, "Then what does your lord mean?"
Duke Yan flicked the jade ring on his waist casually, and said casually, "Master has been practicing Jing for many years, and he is already old, so don't bother Master to go out to find the fox himself, just let me come."
"However, it is lonely to let the master wait for the result. This is good, let the monks come to gather in front of the hall. I haven't listened to the Sanskrit for a long time, and it is rare for me to be here today. I must ask for advice."
Duke Yan did not give the abbot a chance to refuse, in fact - no one has ever been able to comment on his actions.
"Go ahead." He turned slightly and nodded.
The leading young man cupped his fists respectfully.
The abbot saw that this group of people had evil eyebrows, the vermilion clothes were as thick as fresh blood, and the slender goose feather knife with a crescent curve was tied to the waist, as if ready to take out the sheath at any time to take people's lives.
The Duke of Yan said kindly, "Remember, this is a Buddhist temple, you are not allowed to kill."
The abbot's panic became more and more intense, and he had no choice but to cast his gaze on his outstanding disciple, as if to ask. Jing Cheng didn't respond, her eyelashes drooped, and a thin shadow was cut on the eyelids, hiding subtle and unknown feelings.
The monks who were doing the evening class were confused and were coerced and taken to the Daxiong Hall.
With the presence of Lord Yan, they dared not speak casually, and moved closer to the two backbones, the abbot and Jing Cheng, feeling anxious and uneasy, not knowing what happened.
After half an hour, the guards came back one after another, holding a lot of things in their hands.
Some of the monks looked over Wu Ya Ya's shoulders, showing expressions of extreme horror, no less than being out of their wits.
There are all kinds of things found in the abbot, some are beggar chickens wrapped in oil paper, some are imperial cakes on the table, bloody erotic pictures and love stories, overflowing golden ingots, and many private things. Things. All of these should not appear in the room of monks who have escaped into Buddhism and disillusioned with the world.
The abbot was stunned for a long time, hiding his face in shame.
The Buddhist pure land where Bodhi was planted has become a place where filth is hidden!
The old monk was trembling with anger, the blood in his chest was rolling up and down, and his throat was full of fishy sweetness, and he almost didn't spit it out. He held back tightly, his cloudy eyes revealing a desolate expression. A few of the monks he glanced at bowed their heads guilty.
"My lord, it is the old monk who has no way to teach..."
The abbot slumped his shoulders, as if he had aged ten years, and apologized disheartenedly.
Yan Guogong did not listen to him, his eyes fell on a scroll.
What is offered on paper is neither Buddha nor scriptures.
It's an ordinary Chaifei family.
In the twilight, the young husband came back with the horse, followed by a little pony, dressed in oil and with a little reddish-brown hair, with its neck held high, very airy.
The wife was putting away her clothes on the hillside, including adults and children. She stood among the clumps of platycodon and miscanthus, the evening wind blowing her red skirt, her hair loosened with one hand, and she smiled at her husband at the foot of the hill. There is a deep affection in the eyes.
Yan Guogong narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and said calmly, "It's such a landscape and fireworks. I wonder which master's masterpiece it is?"
The monks looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to take a breath.
Although this man was quiet, but because of his prominent status, his near-legendary omnipotence created a great sense of oppression for them invisibly.
As soon as Yan Guogong uttered his voice, the low buzzing around him immediately disappeared without a trace.
"This thing belongs to the poor monk."
Someone has broken the spell of silence.
Everyone followed the sound and looked.
The young virtuous man wearing a bright red cassock walked out slowly from the uncertain line of sight. The color of the blue-bottomed glazed tiles on the roof of the hall intertwined with the golden Buddha statue, superimposed into a magnificent and psychedelic light and shadow, which was ambiguously blurred in the eyes of the eminent monk. , making the grain of cinnabar even more dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at it.
"Oh?" Duke Yan looked at him several times, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "As expected of the Buddha's most enlightened disciple, he has tasted the taste of fireworks in this world before he was born. I don't know which one it is from." The beautiful girl has a beautiful face, so that the venerable master is moved by Fanxin, and he wants to make a lovesick trip to her even if he destroys the Brahma world?"
Hearing this, the old abbot suddenly flushed red on his haggard face covered with ashes, and said anxiously, "This is impossible!"
Jing Cheng was the disciple he saw growing up since he was a child. When the little baby was babbling and walking, he was shaved and returned to the pure land of Buddhism. Although he was the latest to enter the door, this young disciple who had closed the door did not disappoint him. He was familiar with the classics at a young age and had an extraordinary understanding of Buddhism and Taoism.
His six roots are pure and unique, and he should be the green lotus under the Buddha's seat by nature.
The old abbot will never allow his lover to be splashed with dirty water.
"Impossible?" Yan Guogong threw the scroll on the bodyguard at will, and stood with his hands behind his hands calmly, his mountain-like aura suddenly fell down, giving birth to an aggressive sternness, "Then I would like to ask the master to explain in person, how is this painting made?" What's going on?"
Duke Yan has been up and down in the officialdom for many years, and his understanding of people's hearts has reached the point where he can see clearly. From this small painting alone, he can clearly see the painter's preference for the woman in that painting. It is obviously a simple and hard life in seclusion, but women can afford to wear the most popular beaded flowers and the most expensive light and thin silk.
The abbot frowned without waiting for Jingcheng's answer, "This painting is just an ordinary brushwork. Jingcheng has a habit of writing characters. It may be that he met a loving couple in his practice, and he felt something, so he came up with this idea. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for my lord to make a conclusion based on this thing alone."
At this time, the abbot is like an old hen protecting his cubs, he cannot allow Duke Yan to slander his most beloved disciple.
Jing Cheng is the most wise disciple in the history of Baima Temple. He taught Taoism at the age of seventeen and became famous all over the world at the age of twenty. Now the abbot is getting old. Inherited his mantle and became the new abbot and abbot of Baima Temple.
At that time, thousands of Buddhas will chant scriptures, and thousands of people will pay homage to their ancestors.
He will be the youngest and most legendary Buddhist eminent monk in the Buddha Book.
The abbot was thinking like this, but he heard the most beloved and most promising disciple explain the final Zen mechanism.
"That loving couple is not someone else." Jing Cheng said calmly.
"It's the woman whom disciples love with disciples."
The abbot looked at him in confusion, feeling that he could understand every word he said, how could he not understand when they were combined
What is a nostalgic woman
It took a long time for the abbot to regain his composure, and he suddenly grabbed Jing Cheng's hand, his blue veins protruding.
"Jing Cheng, you—"
The most prestigious monk, who was about to become the next abbot, took off his cassock and robes in full view, and slowly knelt down in front of the abbot.
"The disciple is greedy for the world of mortals, and the six roots are impure."
Master forgive me.
In this life, a disciple cannot prove Bodhi.
You can't become a Buddha either.
I don't cross sentient beings, and I don't practice Buddhist gatha.
But alone, he just wants to be a gentle lover by her side.