In front of the brand new hut in the secluded place of the Great Lotus Peak, it has never been so lively.
The white-clothed monk was tall and tall, but he felt unusually coordinated. The string of beads hanging on his chest was dim in color, obviously different from the rare Buddhist beads of many eminent monks in the Central Plains.
Since returning from his journey to the west, he did not hold or wear beads, only this string of peach wood beads. This string of hanging beads is regarded as a token of love between him and his wife. After she gave it away, she was not without regrets, because later I heard that peach wood is a highly respected material in Taoism, and it can ward off evil, but in Buddhism, peach wood beads, It's really not worth mentioning. But Li Beware, a monk in white, never leaves his body except for hanging this string of beads on the wall before going to bed. There is a saying in Buddhism, "Calm down and avoid delusions, hold beads and be careful." His common name is Li Dangxin, so when he entered Beijing in white clothes, the old emperor of Liyang gave him a string of priceless seven treasure hanging beads, which he threw into it casually. The box, after having a girl named Li Dongxi, her daughter-in-law took off more than a dozen beads every now and then, wove them into rings, and put them on the girl's head. The little girl who likes to run wildly all over the mountains in the Liangchan Temple, how could she know those beads? The preciousness of the beads will soon be scattered and lost. Fortunately, no one in this family of three will feel distressed.
At this time, facing the monk in white, sat three Taoist priests from two Taoist ancestral courts, Bai Yu who had just been promoted to Liangzhou governor, Qi Xianxia, who was also one of the little celestial masters outside Longhu Mountain, and Han from the Qingshan Temple of Xiaozhu Peak in Wudang. Gui.
Not far away, Li Dongxi, Wu Nanbei, Yu Fu, the only disciple of Li Yufu who is currently in charge of Wudang, and Han Gui's apprentice Xiaodaotong Qingxin, the four squatted together, listening to Li Dongxi talking about her soul-stirring experience in the world.
The monk's daughter-in-law in white has already taken a nap. After learning that the three Taoist priests came to the door hand in hand, she leaned against the door and said, "There are so many people, it's not good to come."
The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "It's just a quarrel, don't be afraid."
She was still a little worried, and said: "Then I won't prepare tea, just to make their mouths dry, but you can find any excuse to go into the house to drink water."
"OK."
"Wouldn't that be a disrespect?"
"Won't."
"By the way, if you really can't quarrel with them, when you do it, remember to hit people and don't slap them in the face. Don't talk about it for nothing. Remember?"
"..."
"Why, can't you beat it? Forget it, let's chat with you in harmony. Ha, when you are away from home, harmony makes money."
"Beat it."
"Oh. Remember not to play too exaggeratedly, our daughter wants to play on the mountain for a few more days."
"got it."
At this time, the white-clothed monk faced the three Taoists and had a happy conversation, because there was no dispute about the roots of Buddhism and Taoism at all.
He asked: "Teacher Li closed Huang Ting Pass at Little Lotus Peak?"
As the only Taoist priest who has "opened the peak" in Wudang for nearly twenty years, Han Gui, who has always been aloof from others, did not hide the matter, nodded and said: "Brother Master, I have a clear understanding before."
The monk in white smiled and said, "Good thing."
He lightly stroked the string of mahogany beads, and said calmly: "The ground is sinking to the southeast, and all four are in the same position. It may not be that there is a beginning and an end."
Han Gui was dressed in a plain Taoist robe and a Dongxuan scarf on his head, feeling a little sentimental. Bai Yu, who hurt his eyes from reading, narrowed his eyes habitually, as if he was out of it. Qi Xianxia looked up at the billowing sea of clouds on the top of the Great Lotus Peak, full of emotion.
The white-clothed monk asked with a smile: "You can't act with your own mind in life, even if you are a hundred years old, you are still young. Did Cao Changqing say it after he entered the Great Chu chess and waited for the imperial edict?"
Bai Yu shook his head and said, "It's actually what Li Mi, Cao Changqing's tutor, said. Cao Changqing was able to transform from a Confucian sage to a domineering one. This sentence is probably the finishing touch."
The monk in white twirled the beads lightly, "If the three things of good flowers, full moon, and longevity are the blissful wishes of ordinary people, then smooth mind and smooth thinking are the pursuits of you Taoists, right?"
The tired Bai Yu rubbed his eyes, and asked with a smile, "What, are you going to quarrel? But there's not even a cup of tea here."
The white-clothed monk said softly: "My daughter-in-law won't let me prepare tea, but the poor monk dare not make a claim. As for the quarrel..."
The monk in white looked over the heads of the crowd, looked not far away, and said loudly: "Disciple, come, come, and talk to Mr. Bailian about Buddhism."
I never thought that the young monk raised his little bald head slightly, and reluctantly said: "Master, if it wasn't for Li Zi not letting me go, I would still go to Yuqing Temple to buy rouge for my wife. A young woman as beautiful as a flower, the hollyhock flower rouge sold these days is very cheap and high-quality, and it is said that there are also special cotton swallow branches made by Jiangnan Wuyue Yanliufang, if you go late, you may not be able to leave a box."
The white-clothed monk stared and said: "How dare you talk about the cotton swallow branch?! A small box the size of a fingernail, you dare to sell it for five taels of silver?! If you hadn't told the teacher about it, how could she think about it all night? All the talk in sleep last night was from Mianyanzhi Mianyanzhi!"
The young monk said confidently: "I just think that kind of rouge is really good. The ones in Fushu Town at the foot of the mountain are cheap, but the fragrance is too pungent. Although the box is bigger, it's not like the master didn't see it yesterday, because Feeling that the price is not expensive, my wife threw so much on her face, and when the eater lowered his head, he fell into the rice bowl, which was infiltrating. Master, you are really, you are obviously terrified, but you still want to tell your wife What's this kind of scene, it's really rare in the world, and then the teacher grinned, and the rouge dropped even more... "
The monk in white coughed a few times.
Bai Yu only felt that if the middle-aged monk from the Liangchan Temple hadn't been absent from the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Longhu Mountain more than ten years ago, he might not have had the part to turn the tide.
Han Gui, the master of Qingshan temple, watches his nose and nose and his heart, but a Taoist priest is like an old monk in meditation.
Qi Xianxia seemed to be secretly rubbing the center of his brows.
Suddenly, two voices from inside and outside the house sounded at the same time, full of surprises: "Mianyan Branch from Yanliu Workshop?!"
Inside the room was the monk's wife in white, of course, and outside the room was Li Dongshi, who got up suddenly, ran to the room, and shouted: "Mother! Dad recently hid four or five taels of silver under the scripture box. He When I hid the money, I peeked at it! Father told me to keep my mouth shut, but who am I? I'm Mother's own daughter!"
There was a sudden crackling in the hut, and there was a rush of people rummaging through boxes and boxes.
The monk in white looked up at the sky with a miserable expression on his face.
If outsiders don't know the reason, they must be amazed that the treasure is so majestic as a Buddha who sympathizes with the suffering in the world.
When two women, one big and one small, walked out of the hut, the white-clothed monk touched his bald head and stood up, caring: "This is a big sun, do you want to hold an umbrella?"
His daughter-in-law thought for a while, waved her hand, and said boldly: "Mianyan branch is a rare item, and there must not be many in stock. What if I miss it?"
Li Dongxi has already begun to give orders, "Stupid Nanbei, you go to the house to get the umbrella, and then quickly follow us! Qingxin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your site, is there a nearby path to Yuqing Temple? If so, go ahead lead the way!"
Xiaodao Tongqing, who has already admired the heroine Li Dongxi, puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Yes!"
Then a group of people went to Yuqing Temple in a mighty way, and the white-clothed monk still did not forget to look at their backs and reminded: "The path is difficult, walk slowly."
It seemed that he also felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The monk in white sat back on the small bench, looked at Bai Yu, and picked up a topic, "I heard that Mr. Bai Lian has 'three fears and two happiness'?"
Bai Yu nodded and said: "There are three fears, fear of thunder, fear of walking, and fear of Zhao Ningshen asking questions. There are two joys, reading to the point where the eyes are happy, and speaking to the point of understanding."
The monk in white asked doubtfully, "Zhao Ningshen?"
Bai Yu said with some sentimentality: "My real name is Zhao Jingsi, and I am the only son of the old head teacher. He has a very simple and calm personality. After going down the mountain, he has gone through many hardships and has been blessed by misfortune. Now his heart is close to the Tao."
The white-clothed monk snorted, "Is that the young Taoist priest who invited the patriarch of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to come down to earth on Chunshen Lake? In the end, he slapped the portrait of Emperor Zhenwu brought by Xu Fengnian?"
Bai Yu smiled wryly and was speechless.
The white-clothed monk seemed to have a deep prejudice against the young vassal, and he said angrily: "If you fight, you will fight, and you have to pretend to be a ghost. How is it different from a child crying and going home to find an elder? Especially that Xu Fengnian, it is even more outrageous, bullying others, it will not work." Decent!"
Bai Yu, who is now regarded as the "retainer of the Xu family" in Beiliang, kept his mouth shut tactfully.
The white-clothed monk hummed: "My daughter never ran to the poor monk to complain. Whenever she made a move, didn't she beat those little bald heads crying and ran back to find their master?"
Han Gui smiled knowingly, as if he was thinking of his apprentice Qing Xin, and also Yu Fu, the boy who was brought back to the mountain by the head teacher Li Yufu.
People outside the party may not be ruthless.
At this moment, Qi Xianxia, the only one who "cultivated power" among the three Taoist priests, stood up suddenly, turned around and looked around, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The monk in white was still sitting peacefully on the small bench, slowly twisting the beads.
A man with slightly frosted temples appeared in everyone's sight, with empty hands.
He smiled and said: "Since Fang Cun Lei, I have realized two swords in the past twenty years. I want to ask them for advice. Now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I have no choice but to come here to bother."
Li Danxin got up slowly, and said calmly: "The poor monk's daughter-in-law is not here, so hurry up and take action. But it's agreed in advance, whether it's a competition, life or death, don't destroy the hut, otherwise the poor monk will really get angry."