The ancient trees are tall and the breeze is gentle.
The grumpy middle-aged monk walked in front, with the wall on his shoulders.
Luo Qingzhou and the old monk who called himself "Huiming" walked side by side and followed behind.
Qin Wen Zheng and other members of the Qin family followed silently at the back.
Huiming praised: "Mr. Luo is a man of great talent. Those three poems may seem simple and plain, without fancy words, but they are full of exquisite Buddhist principles. Mr. Luo is so young, yet he has such enlightenment. It is commendable."
Luo Qingzhou did not beat around the bush and said directly: "Master Huiming, we came to your temple today to ask for a favor."
Huiming put his hands together and said, "If you are here to treat the female donor behind you, Master Luo, I am really sorry, but I can't do anything for you."
Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Master Huiming, is there a monk named Wukong in your temple?"
"Goku?"
Huiming was slightly startled when he heard this, then shook his head and said, "Master Luo, there is no such person in my temple."
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked behind him.
Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "My father said yes, so yes. Maybe he is not qualified enough, you can go directly to the elders or the abbot later."
"Amitabha, the elders of this humble temple never see guests. As for the abbot, even I haven't seen him for a long time."
Huiming replied politely.
The group came to the steps and climbed up.
The burly monk and the young monk who were guarding the steps were surprised to see them coming back with the wall. They hurriedly said respectfully, "Brother Jingxin, Uncle Huiming."
Jingxin, who was holding the wall, ignored them.
Huiming said in a gentle voice: "I will take these distinguished guests up. Today's quota is full, so don't let anyone else go up."
The two monks quickly replied, "Yes, Uncle Master."
A group of people passed by the two men.
As Song Ruyue passed by, she glanced at them with a haughty look and raised her chin: "Humph!"
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while and said, "Master Huiming, how can the abbot be willing to see guests?"
Huiming sighed and said, "Mr. Luo, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. Why do you have to force it?"
Luo Qingzhou really wanted to say "My fate is in my own hands", but he thought it was too childish and he would probably be punched away by this old monk who believed in heaven and Buddha. Besides, he came here today to cure the second young lady.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Do your best and have a clear conscience."
He added, "Master, saving a life is worse than building a seven-story pagoda or a hundred-buddha temple. It is better to save one life. Please let us see the abbot."
Huiming's eyes wavered when he heard this, and he murmured, "Saving a life is worse than building a seven-story pagoda or a hundred Buddhist temples. It is better to save one life..."
Then he asked, "Where did Mr. Luo say this?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Just follow your heart."
Huiming was silent for a moment, and was about to speak when a monk with a wooden stick on his shoulder suddenly walked out of the woods nearby and asked, "Donor, what you said on the road is that there is something about people. There is no north or south in Buddhism; there is no high or low in the Dharma, only equality. I have gained a lot along the way. Master often says that I am impulsive and impatient, and I don't have a normal mind. Can you explain to me what a normal mind is? If you can tell it with a story like before, it will be best."
Huiming glanced at him and introduced him, "Amitabha, Master Luo, this is my junior fellow monk Huiren."
Huiren put his palms together and said, "Brother, I didn't expect you to come out in person to greet our distinguished guest."
Huiming smiled and said, "Mr. Luo is so talented and brilliant, how dare I neglect him? Remember to write down what you just said."
Huiren nodded his head and agreed, then asked, "Mr. Luo, can you help me solve my doubts?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Master Huiren, can you tell me where the abbot is?"
Huiren didn't hesitate and said, "Of course."
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "A normal mind can probably be summed up in five words: anytime, any heart, any situation, any fate, and any joy."
Huiren immediately asked, "What does it mean to be at any time, follow your heart, follow your circumstances, follow your fate, and follow your joy? I am a stupid monk, can you tell me the story we had on the road before?"
Huiming and everyone else in the Qin family stopped and looked at him intently.
Qin Weimo looked at him with sparkling eyes, and two blushes appeared on her pale cheeks.
At this moment, in her eyes, in her heart, he is her Buddha, he can do anything!
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said, "During the dog days of summer, a large area of grass in the temple turned yellow and withered, which was very ugly. The young monk couldn't bear it and said to the master, "Master, go and sow some seeds quickly."
Master said: Don’t worry, anytime!
After getting the seeds, the master told the young monk to go and plant them. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew up and scattered a lot of seeds, but also blew a lot away. The young monk said to the master anxiously, "Master, a lot of seeds have been blown away."
The master said: It doesn’t matter, what is blown away is empty, and it won’t sprout if you scatter it, so just do it!
Just after scattering the seeds, a few birds flew over and started digging for food in the soil. The young monk hurriedly chased the birds away, and then reported to the master: Oh no, the seeds have been eaten by birds.
The master said, why are you in such a hurry? We have plenty of seeds. We can’t eat them all. Just take things as they come!
In the middle of the night there was a violent storm. The little monk came to his master's room and said to him in tears: It's all over now. All the seeds have been washed away by the rain.
The master replied: Just go for it, it will sprout wherever it goes, just let it be.
After a few days, a lot of new green grew on the once bare ground, and even in places where seeds had not been sown, small seedlings poked their heads out.
The little monk said happily, "Master, come and see where they are, they have grown."
But the master still said calmly as before: That should be the case, congratulations!
When the story was finished, the steps suddenly became quiet.
After a while, Hui Ming Fang said: "Good story. Hui Ren, do you understand?"
Huiren clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Luo. I have realized something."
Then he looked up and said, "The abbot is meditating in the Lotus Cave in the back mountain, but he hasn't seen outsiders for more than ten years."
After saying that, he lowered his head, said "Amitabha", and turned away.
Luo Qingzhou remained silent and continued to follow Huiming up the mountain.
When they arrived at the temple gate, Huiming suddenly turned around and said, "Mr. Luo is a very intelligent person, and he has a natural affinity with the Buddha. The Buddha's light is shining in your eyes, and the Buddha statue is sitting in your heart. I wonder if you are willing to..."
"Um?"
Before he could finish, he felt a sudden chill.
Then, murderous aura came from behind him sinisterly!
He turned his head and saw many beautiful female donors behind him, staring at him with murderous eyes, including the sickly girl.
"Mr. Luo, all donors, please."
He stopped talking and led the group into the temple.
We came to a magnificent palace.
He was just about to lead everyone in to worship Buddha and burn incense when Luo Qingzhou suddenly stopped at the door and looked at the picture of Buddha saving sentient beings hung on the window spirit in the corridor next to him.
Each picture is different and contains Buddhist poems, also known as Buddhist verses.
The first picture reads: "A thousand mountains share the same moon, and spring is in every household. A thousand rivers have water and a thousand moons, and there are no clouds in the sky for a thousand miles."
The second picture reads: "There are traces of ancient people on the thousand-year-old stone, and there is a little space in front of the ten-thousand-foot cliff. The bright moon is always bright, so there is no need to look for it in the east or west."
Huiming saw that he was reading seriously and did not disturb him.
After he finished reading, Fang smiled and said, "Mr. Luo's three poems are not worse than these ones. You can also write them down and hang them here."
Luo Qingzhou suddenly bowed and said, "Master Huiming, if I can write a few more Buddhist poems that are better than these, can you let us meet the abbot?"
Just as Huiming was about to speak, a sneer suddenly came from the corridor next to him: "What a big tone!"
Everyone turned to look and saw a middle-aged man in a white brocade robe walking towards them with an extraordinary demeanor.
Behind him, there was a man and a woman, with swords hanging from their waists, like bodyguards.
The middle-aged man walked over and took a look at everyone in the Qin family. When he saw the sickly Second Miss Qin, he frowned slightly. When he saw the veiled First Miss Qin, he was slightly startled. Then he retracted his gaze and looked at the young man standing with Master Huiming in front of him. He sneered, "You just said that you can write a few more Buddhist poems that are better than the ones above? May I ask what your name is? Even Liu Sansi, who ranks first among the Seven Talents of Jiangnan and has an unruly personality, would not dare to speak so arrogantly, right? Do you know who wrote these poems?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at him and ignored him, and continued to say to Huiming: "Master Huiming, if I can do it, can you agree to my request?"
Huiming smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Luo, I'm sorry, the abbot really..."
"Master Huiming."
The middle-aged man interrupted him and said, "Let him do it. If he can really produce a Buddhist verse that is better than the ones above, I believe the abbot will be willing to see him. If he is just bragging, just kick him out!"
Huiming glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Mr. Luo, you can give it a try, but I can't guarantee that the abbot will come out to see you."
"Get paper and grind ink!"
The middle-aged man suddenly said.
The woman in tight clothes behind him immediately came forward, a light flashed in her hand, and she took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Then, he took out a stone table and placed it in the corridor.
The woman spread out the rice paper and began to grind the ink.
The middle-aged man looked at the young scholar in front of him and said, "Write it. I want to see how capable you are. You dare to speak so arrogantly in this holy place of Buddhism!"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at him but did not answer. After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the pen and began to write.
Miss Qin Er came behind him and looked at him with her head down.
The middle-aged man opposite was also staring intently.
Huiming knew how powerful this young man was, so he watched with more expectations in his heart.
The corridor outside the Buddhist temple was completely silent at this moment.
Miss Qin Er read it out in a low voice.
"No thoughts are righteous, and thoughts are evil. Do not consider both existence and non-existence, and ride the white ox cart forever."
Seeing this first song, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became solemn.
"If you do not see any dharma as Tathagata, then you can be called Avalokitesvara. If you understand, then your karma is originally empty. If you do not understand, you must pay your debts."
When Huiming saw the second poem, a flush of color rushed to his face.
"All forms and desires are false. Formless and invisible leads to desolation. How can one ask about the secrets of the great hall? A cold light shines through the void."
When the third verse was recited, all the monks in the Buddhist temple came out and listened attentively.
"The ears hear the truth without form, the eyes are empty and do not receive color. The nose smells the fragrance without form, the tongue tastes the food without form. The body wears the clothes without form, the mind follows the attainment of the without form..."
When the fourth verse was recited, monks and guests from other Buddhist temples all gathered around.
The corridor was filled with people standing on both sides, up and down, but it was still silent. Even the sound of wooden fish in the various halls had stopped. Only the slightly trembling voice of the weak girl could be heard faintly in the corridor.
The middle-aged man in brocade robe with extraordinary demeanor, like Huiming next to him, suddenly had two traces of blood on his face. He stared motionlessly at the tip of the pen that was outlining the characters, and his breathing almost stopped.
Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress and with a veil on her face, stood quietly in the crowd, looking at his handsome profile bathed in the sun, with a hint of daze in her eyes.
Luo Qingzhou paused for a moment, then picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the fifth poem.
"The body is a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror. Wipe it frequently and do not let it collect dust..."
He left the most powerful song unwritten.