Chapter 275

After leaving the relic pagoda, Gong Zhengyu did not walk out of the Millennium Temple. She passed by the three sacred halls, bypassed the main hall, and went to the deep part of the temple.

She seems to be no stranger here. She turns left and right, and finally comes to the northeast corner of the temple, which is rarely visited.

There are almost no tourists and pilgrims here, and the environment is very simple. What appears in front of her is a thatched cottage which is very different from the grand hall.

There is a vegetable garden about 10 meters long in front of the house. It grows very common vegetables, which means it is isolated from worldly disturbance.

At this time, an old monk was standing in front of the vegetable garden, bending over to take care of the vegetables. His broad cassock was very old but clean.

Cottage, vegetable garden, old monk This scene undoubtedly adds a touch of Zen to this thousand year old temple. Unfortunately, only Gong Zhengyu can see it.

"Amitabha, the old friend is here. I'm sorry to meet you from afar."

The old monk seemed to find Gong Zhengyu's presence, straightened his waist, turned around and put his hands together.

"If you are an old friend, why should you be so polite?"

Gong Zhengyu walked in slowly, looking at the kind-hearted old monk with a trace of irony in his eyes.

"The benefactor is right."

The old monk raised his head, looked at Gong Zhengyu and said with a peaceful smile, "it's the poor monk."

"The master lived in this hut, separated from the world of mortals, and devoted himself to Buddhism. He did not care about the world affairs for decades. I wonder if he can see the true meaning of Buddhism now?"

Gong Zhengyu narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and the scarlet in the corner of his eyes looked like a green bamboo leaf waiting for an opportunity.

"Buddhism is boundless, poor monk is dull, and has not yet achieved the great road."

The old monk whispered, as if he didn't realize Gong Zhengyu's aggressiveness.

"In this case, isn't it a waste of time for the master to live in seclusion here?"

Gong Zhengyu's mouth is slightly raised, full of irony.

"Buddhism is natural, and I like to be quiet. It's a pleasure to live alone here. Besides, I pray for the world day and night. How can I waste my time?"

The kindness and tranquility in the old monk's eyes are in sharp contrast to Gong Zhengyu's. He said with a faint smile, "to be what you like and what you deserve is the Buddha that I understand."

"Do what you like? Do what you deserve? "

Gong Zhengyu's eyes shrank and her smile suddenly subsided. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "monks don't lie, dare to ask Master, do you really deserve it?"

The old monk didn't respond. He lowered his eyebrows, put his hands together and recited again: "Amitabha."

Buddha's voice is long, but it doesn't show the evil spirit in Du Hua Gong Zheng Yu's heart. On the contrary, it's like Mars, which makes her mood boil up instantly.

"Buddhism is known as compassion. Can you ask Master longkong, you pray for all living beings day and night, but why do you stand by when you see your disciples go to die?"

If Gong Zhengyu's words were heard by outsiders, he would be stunned.

Who could have imagined that this old monk living alone in a hut would be master longkong, the last chair of Qixia Temple, and a Buddhist master with many distinguished titles on his head?!

The old man has been adopted by Buddhism since he was a child. He has been converted to Buddhism all his life. Now he is old and has taught Buddhists. He has taken charge of the whole situation in Buddhist colleges all over the country. Every year, people who come to the temple to visit him can move from inside the temple to outside the temple!

Monks have no real power?

Don't forget, Buddhism, that's religion!

Everyone knows that the more powerful and rich people are, the more superstitious they are!

It's a tremendously personal wealth to think about.

But all his life, the old man only admitted that he had received a female disciple.

But unfortunately, Fuyuan, the woman with profound wisdom, was extremely shallow, trapped by love and finally died.

Perhaps it was because of Gong Zhengyu's words that he remembered the past. The old monk's eyes were slightly dazed, and then said in a soft voice: "I'm a stranger, and I can't intervene in the affairs of the world. Besides, it's her own choice. Now that it's been ten years, why do you still worry about it?"

"It seems that the master still remembers. I thought the master had forgotten."

Gong Zhengyu's laughter was full of anger.

As a matter of fact, she can call the old man in front of her master. After the elder martial sister led her into Buddhism, the old man taught her, but the old man did not admit it.

"To live in the world is to practice. How happy is life and how bitter is death?"

The old monk put his hands together and sighed gently, with a look of compassion.

Gong Zhengyu sneered.

She once believed that the Buddha was merciful and could help all living beings, but the death of her elder martial sister made her overthrow her view of Buddhism in an instant. As a result, her temperament changed greatly. She once rebelled against Buddhism and set off a bloody storm, which made Zhuyeqing famous today.

In other words, I'm afraid no one can believe that the murderous Dao Ma Dan was actually cultivated by Buddhism. I have to admit that it's really a huge black humor.

"Benefactor, it's too hard to kill. It's better to be self disciplined."

The old monk warned softly.Gong Zhengyu sneered: "why? Is master going to clean up the door? "

The old monk didn't speak. He put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently. He looked sad.

"The master once said that the elder martial sister was predestined by the Buddha, but the Buddha never sheltered her. Fortunately, although the Buddha is merciless, the heaven has feelings! "

"Master, do you know that the elder martial sister's heirs are not missing. Now they are in Donghai. The child and elder martial sister look like each other."

The old monk frowned and said nothing.

The scarlet color on Gong Zhengyu's mouth became more and more intense: "I remember that the master once said that everyone can become a Buddha or a devil. The elder martial sister entered the Buddhist sect with a clear mind and few desires, and finally died. Does the master want me to follow her?"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said slowly, "if she is still alive, I don't want to see you like this."

Thinking of the figure who led his hand into the mountain gate, Gong Zhengyu's look eased slightly.

"Master, although you are not a mortal, you must know very well that in the secular world, your Buddhist style is not workable."

She finally looked at the old monk, and then suddenly turned around, without any nostalgia.

"Gujuan qingdeng is not my way! Elder martial sister Zhengyu in my palace has the grace of remaking. Even if I fall into the devil's way forever, I will protect her children for the rest of my life! "

The voice is getting farther and farther away, but it's getting more and more exciting!

The haggard old monk stood in the same place, looking very complicated. He put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"Martial uncle, benefactor Gong is so persistent that he is afraid of karma."

A monk appeared beside him at some time. Wearing gorgeous cassock, it is in sharp contrast with the old monk.

If any monks in the temple see it, they will respectfully call it the abbot.

The contemporary master of Qixia Temple sighs at Gong Zhengyu's determined back.

There were two disciples, one dead and the other possessed. Is that sad? deplorable?

"The old monk only hopes that her luck will be better than that of her elder martial sister."

The abbot of Qixia Temple was stunned and then turned his head: "Uncle Shi means Almsgiver Gong also has a love disaster? "

The old monk didn't answer. He looked at the direction where Gong Zhengyu left. He looked as if he had watched his only closed disciple go down the mountain to rob him. He slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha."

Although Buddhism is wide.

It's hard to survive the disaster.