Xinyuan cherished the memory of the past in front of the statue of Xizi Niangniang. She had been fascinated for thousands of years, and her thoughts were surging for a while, and it was hard to stop. Standing in the main hall for a while, he looked down at the little novice monk in front of the incense table and saw that he was still asleep, so he turned the side door and came to the apse to pay homage to the sitting statue of Empress Xizi.
Xizi on the seated statue sat sideways among a bunch of lotus flowers, with his left hand hanging behind him and his right arm horizontally on his chest. Turning his head to look back, he looked sad and looked forward to dropping, as if he was looking forward to the most missed heart. The person who came to see herself, so that she would be satisfied and regretless.
What Xin Yuan was thinking at this time was all about the past of Xizi Empress. When she wanted to be fascinated, she couldn't help sighing, completely forgetting where she was and why she came.
Just when he was engrossed, he suddenly heard an old voice behind him saying: "If the donor is not a leisurely and elegant person, he is a passionate and generous person. I visit late at night, and the hospitality is not enough. Please forgive me!"
Xinyuan looked back suddenly and saw an old monk with white eyebrows standing quietly beside the side door, with moonlight shining brightly, sprinkling on his bald head, like wearing a frosted moon, kind and sacred. Xinyuan moved in his heart and recognized that the person in front of him was not someone else. It was the master of the white eyebrows who presided over here.
When Xinyuan came to the Xizi Temple, he was full of hesitation and hatred. He was worried that if the monks who were not in the Xizi Temple killed Master Shenmu, he would wrong the good people, but he clearly remembered. The scene when Master Shenmu was left on the cold ground in the Zen room, hating them for not taking good care of their master.
At this time, when I met with the host of Baimei, Xinyuan hesitated for a while, and didn't know what to do. After a pause, he bowed and saluted, and said, "The disciple will guide you in the middle of the night, please forgive me." Xinyuan knows that this old monk with white eyebrows is a very powerful character in the world, and everyone in black and white is afraid of him. Three points, the martial arts is so high that it must not be taken lightly. The master Shenmu always respected him when he was alive, so when he spoke, he was already lucky to prevent the other party from secretly attacking.
When Baimei presided over seeing Xinyuan bowing and bowing, his clothes fluttered behind him, and his vigor was pressing. Knowing that he was guarding himself strictly, he couldn't help wondering in his heart, wondering why this young man was guarding against him strictly. Since he didn’t know what the other party was coming from, he deliberately tried Xin Yuan’s skill, so he put his hands together and said "Amitabha Buddha", while recoiling with his internal force to meet Xin Yuan, while pretending to be ignorant, he slowly said: "The donor Now that I have come to our temple, if Lao Na doesn't meet him personally, wouldn't there be a way of losing the relationship? If you are willing to appreciate the light, please come to Lao Na's Buddhist room to drink tea."
Just when Baimei held his hands together, Xinyuan suddenly felt a huge invisible energy hitting him, the force was stronger than the second senior brother Fang Jing. He was shocked in his heart, but his face showed no timidity, and he recoiled with all his strength. After a punch, he immediately took a step back and said: "Since the master has requested, the disciples are inconvenienced."
Host Baimei wanted to try Xinyuan’s internal strength, but he didn’t expect that he would release all his strength as soon as he rushed and retreated. He was so adaptable and calm in handling things that he had never seen before. I am greatly admired and sighed that the world is so big that talents are coming out in large numbers. It is rare that even young people with weak crowns this year have such sophisticated skills. He admired in his heart and showed it on his face. He smiled slightly and said: "The young man is really extraordinary. The old Na has not asked about the world for many years, but he has become a frog at the bottom of the well. The donor's internal power is powerful and domineering, like the foundation of Shaolin's internal skills. But it's not limited to masculinity, it seems that there is another feminine internal energy mixed in it, which really opened up Lao Na's eyes."
Xin Yuan said: "Master is polite."
Baimei presided over: "You don't need to be humble." With a flick of the sleeves of the robe, he said, "Please follow me to the front for tea."
When passing the front hall, Xinyuan saw that the little novice was still asleep at this time. Host Baimei did not wake him up, but walked directly to the abbot's meditation room. Although Xin Yuan has scruples in his heart, he is brave by nature and never shows weakness. I thought that even though your room is already covered with a net of heaven and earth, you have to check it out this time to see if there is anything strange, maybe you can find it. There are some clues from that year.
Xizimiao was still silent at this time. After Baimei led Xinyuan into the Buddhist room, he turned around and gently closed the door before lighting a blue light. The room was dimly yellow under the light. Before entering the door, Xin Yuan swam around, observing the situation in the room. At this time, the blue light illuminates the entire room, and every corner of the room has not escaped his eyes. But there is a bed near the wall in the room, and there is a low table with oil lamps and scriptures on the bed. Besides a futon on the floor, there is nothing else. Xin Yuan thought about it carefully, and vaguely felt that the furnishings in the room were the same as it was seven years ago.
Host Baimei sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his left hand, and said to Xinyuan, "Sit down, please."
Xinyuan saw that there were no other chairs, stools, etc. in the room to sit on, so she had to put her legs away and sit on the other side of the small table like a white eyebrow presided over.
Host Baimei waited for him to sit down, and then slowly said: "The donor came late at night, and our temple did not prepare in advance. I should have called the disciples to offer new tea to the donor, but the night was quiet, and the disciples were already asleep. The summoning at this time was a lot of work. The donor. If you don’t dislike it, here is the overnight herbal tea, please taste it.” While speaking, he picked up two tea cups that were originally cup-down, filled two cups, first picked up one cup, and said, “Please! "
Xinyuan hesitated in his heart, recalling the tragic death of Master Shenmu who was poisoned that day, thinking that he came here alone in the middle of the night, no one knew. But if he doesn't drink, he will be underestimated by the other party, so showing weakness in front of others is bound to be inconsistent with his character. His thoughts were like electricity, and when he was at a loss, he suddenly found warmth coming from the teacup hosted by Baimei. Xin Yuan moved in his heart and thought for a moment, and he already understood that the old monk with white eyebrows was considering his martial arts again. Thinking of this, Xinyuan suddenly had an idea, mobilized his inner strength to turn a cup of tea into ice cubes, smiled slightly, and placed it on the table.
Host Baimei nodded knowingly, and said, "I don't know how the donor is called?"
Xinyuan said lightly: "Disciple Xinyuan, I wonder if the master has ever heard of it?"
Host Baimei suddenly shook his hand holding the cup, and a half of tea spilled out of the cup. But seeing his eyes suddenly brightened up, fleeting, and then he returned to calm. None of this escaped Xinyuan's eyes. He deliberately told the other party his name, just to see how the other party would react.
Host Baimei pretended to drink water to cover up his gaffe, paused, and said, "Well, the name of the donor is quite Zen. I don't know if the donor from Xinyuan came to our temple at this time, what can I teach you?"