Outside the Buddhist temple.
The corridors on both sides, the front courtyard, and even the entrances of other Buddhist temples opposite and on the right were all filled with people.
At this moment, there was complete silence.
When Miss Qin II recited the last Bodhi Gāthā, the place became dead silent.
It was as if everything here was suddenly frozen.
The cicadas no longer chirp, and the butterflies no longer dance.
The flowers no longer sway, the leaves no longer move.
At this moment, everything was silent, not even the sound of the wind.
It was as if everything here had suddenly entered into a tranquil and profound state of Zen.
After a long time.
A vicissitudes and distant voice sounded in a corner not far away: "The body is a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a bright mirror. Wipe it diligently from time to time, and don't let it get dusty... This Buddhist verse of the donor should be a treasure of this humble temple and a warning for our Buddha."
After a pause, he continued, "It should be inscribed on a plaque in the main hall of the Buddhist temple to warn our Buddhist disciples."
When Huiming and the other monks heard the voice, they turned around and looked. Their faces suddenly changed. They hurriedly lowered their heads and put their hands together, saying, "Amitabha."
Huiming quickly introduced, "Mr. Luo, this is Elder Mo Ming of our temple. Uncle Mo Ming hasn't come out to see guests for three years. If you want to see the abbot, you can ask him."
Luo Qingzhou looked at the skinny old man in a gray robe, and quickly bowed and said, "Elder Mo Ming, may I meet the abbot?"
The old monk was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and shouted, "Hui Ming!"
Huiming was stunned when he heard this. Before he could react, the rice paper with the five Buddhist verses written on it was suddenly snatched away by the middle-aged man in brocade robe and with extraordinary bearing. He quickly rolled it up and it suddenly disappeared from his palm.
Huiming's face changed drastically, and he said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, no! This is a treasure of our temple, you can't take it away!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened and he said, "What kind of treasure is this? I have never seen it before."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The female guard immediately collected the writing brush, ink, paper, inkstone and stone table and followed behind.
Several monks at the front of the corridor immediately stopped them and said, "Your Majesty, please leave our temple's things behind."
“Bang!”
The male and female guards immediately drew their swords and protected the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man sneered, his expression dignified: "The rice paper and ink all belong to me. When did my things become the property of your temple?"
After hearing these words, the monks were speechless.
Huiming opened his mouth, unable to refute, so he could only look at Elder Moming.
Mo Ming looked indifferent, and he put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Prince Duan, the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone are indeed yours, but the things on them were left by the distinguished guests invited by my humble temple. I hope that Your Majesty will show mercy and return the things to me."
The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man, saying domineeringly: "Boy, I'll take the things away. Do you have any objection?"
Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Come back."
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he said angrily: "I will not return it, what do you want?"
After saying that, he ran away and shouted directly at the monk who was blocking his way: "Who dares to stop me? I am seriously ill and now I am dizzy. If I suddenly die in your temple, you will bear the consequences yourself!"
The monks who were blocking the way in front, as well as the warrior monks who had gathered at the door to stop him, all froze in their expressions.
The middle-aged man took advantage of this opportunity and immediately fled with the male and female guards, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Everyone in the yard was staring at the empty door in a daze.
“Amitabha…”
Mo Ming and Hui Ming both bowed their heads and chanted the Buddha's name with kind eyes.
In fact, it can be translated into one word: grass!
At this time, a monk said cautiously: "Uncle Huiming, just ask this young man to write another one."
Upon hearing this, Huiming sighed and said, "When Buddhist verses are written on paper, only the first ink has power. The second time, the Buddha's light dims."
The young monk seemed to understand what he said.
"Huiming, please bring the distinguished guest to my meditation room."
He said something inexplicable and turned away.
"Yes, Uncle Master."
Huiming agreed, looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, put his hands together, and said respectfully: "Mr. Luo, please, can you take the three people over."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qingzhou turned around without hesitation, supported Miss Qin Er, and looked at Qin Wenzhen again.
“Ahem!”
Song Ruyue suddenly coughed and said, "Xia Chan and I will go."
Then he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Master, don't worry. If they dare to say that Qing Zhou and Buddha are predestined again, I will let Xia Chan give them a cold shoulder!"
Qin Wenzheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Jianjia and Xiachan go, you stay."
Song Ruyue pouted immediately: "Master..."
Qin Wen Zheng turned around and ignored her.
Huiming smiled slightly and held out his hand, saying, "Please."
Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, walked down the corridor, followed him, and walked to the backyard.
Turning around, I saw Miss Qin, dressed in a snow-white dress, following behind with Bailing not too far away.
Xia Chan was holding a sword, standing alone in the corner silently. She was originally looking at him, but when she saw him looking at her, she turned her head and looked away.
She couldn't get close to the Second Miss, so she couldn't follow him.
Song Ruyue was also looking at him with resentment at this time.
Go through the gate.
There was silence and no one in the back.
Huiming said nothing, walked with his head down, and led a few people along the path, through a bamboo forest, and came to a simple bamboo house.
The door of the bamboo house was open, and a strange and vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came from inside: "Huiming, what do you think is the most precious thing in the world?"
Huiming stopped at the door and bowed, saying, "Only those things that have been lost or not obtained are precious."
Mo Ming asked, "What do you think, Mr. Luo?"
Luo Qingzhou, who was supporting the frail Miss Qin, also stopped, turned his head to look at the girl's pale cheeks and tender eyes, and replied: "The most precious thing in the world is what you have now."
It was quiet inside for a moment.
The soft jade hand in his hand also trembled slightly.
An inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now do you know why you have been guarding that wall at the foot of the mountain for so many years?"
Huiming was filled with shame, and bowed his head and said, "My disciple is stupid."
"Come in."
Mo Ming said in a gentle voice.
Huiming became more respectful and said quickly, "Mr. Luo, please."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head slightly, supported Miss Qin Er, and entered the house.
The house is simple.
There was nothing on the ground except two cushions.
An old monk in a gray robe and thin in stature was sitting on one of the cushions. He looked at him kindly and said, "Mr. Luo, please sit down."
Luo Qingzhou walked over with Miss Qin Er, but did not sit down. Instead, he asked directly, "Master Mo Ming, is there a monk named Wukong in your temple?"
When Mo Ming heard this, a hint of distant memories appeared in his eyes. He paused and said, "I heard from the abbot that our temple does have such a master. But no one knows where he is exactly."
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Then can I meet the abbot?"
Mo Ming glanced at the sickly girl who was supporting him and said, "If Young Master Luo is here for the purpose of curing the disease, then you may be disappointed. Senior Brother Abbot has been practicing Zen for many years..."
"Master, I have another Buddhist stanza here."
Luo Qingzhou interrupted him, looked at him calmly and said, "This Buddhist verse is a response to the fifth Buddhist verse just now. If the abbot is willing to meet me, I am willing to write it down and send the first draft to your temple."
Mo Ming was slightly stunned. While he was still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou directly recited: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where can dust gather?"
Huiming, who was standing at the door, was suddenly shocked.
Miss Qin Er, who was being supported by her, also trembled.
Mo Ming, who was sitting on the mat, muttered a few words, and two traces of blood gradually appeared on his face.
"The body is a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror. Wipe it frequently and do not let it collect dust."
"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing at all, so where can dust gather?"
After reciting these two poems many times, he suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, please wait a moment."
He muttered to himself and left in a hurry.
When they reached the courtyard outside, he suddenly turned around and said, "Huiming, go get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone."
Huiming came to his senses and immediately took the order and left.
The two of them walked away hurriedly, one in front and one behind.
It was quiet in the bamboo house.
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er sit on the futon.
Suddenly, the flattering voice of Bai Ling came from behind: "Son-in-law is so powerful, even those old monks have been tamed by him."
Luo Qingzhou's mouth twitched, and he turned his head and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to speak. Do you know what taming means?"
Bai Ling pouted and said, "Then the second young lady has been tamed by the son-in-law, is that ok?"
Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and just as he was about to continue scolding her, Miss Qin smiled softly and said, "Brother-in-law, Bailing is right. Wei Mo has indeed been tamed by you... He is completely convinced, obedient, and honest."
Luo Qingzhou quickly reminded: "Second Miss, you called me the wrong name."
After saying that, he turned around and glanced at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other person had a veil on his face and no expression could be seen.
"Oh, Brother Qingzhou."
Miss Qin Er realized her mistake and corrected it immediately.
I don’t know if she did it on purpose. With her intelligence, how could she always call the wrong name
When Luo Qingzhou was in doubt, there was a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly heard outside.
Immediately, Huiming's voice came: "Mr. Luo, the abbot has come out and is waiting for you in the reception room. Please follow me."
Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin up and walked out of the bamboo house.
Outside the door, Huiming was holding a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his hand. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Luo, could you please write down that Buddhist verse first?"
As if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Of course."
Huiming quickly spread out the rice paper on the stone table in the courtyard, then ground the ink himself and couldn't wait to pick up the brush.
Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in ink, pondered for a moment, and then started writing.
"There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand..."
at the same time.
On the Reclining Buddha Mountain, the giant Buddha, which is over a hundred feet tall, had its eyes closed. Suddenly, perhaps due to the sunlight or something else, there was a flash of golden light, as if the eyes opened.