"Are you a layman of Qixia Temple?"
Li futu did not expect that the girl who met by chance last night still had such a "distinguished" identity.
"Yes, what's your look like? Can I cheat you?"
Although the skin is tender, the skin is white, the beauty is obvious, and the origin is rich and noble, but Tao Yaoyao climbs the steep Qixia mountain, and doesn't shout a word of tiredness. He wipes the sweat on his forehead and gasps slightly: "I tell you, I'm not only a layman disciple of Qixia Temple, but also my master, who is not the same person."
"Oh? Is that a big class or a small class? "
Li futu joked and hid the vicissitudes in his eyes.
"You..."
Taoyaoyao eyes a stare, "I advise you to pay more attention, or believe it or not, I let you stay in the mountain gate, let you go in vain!"
"So powerful?"
Li futu picked an eyebrow and asked: "Miss Tao, who is your master? Who is the eminent monk in the temple? Can you introduce me later? "
Although monks are outsiders, some highly respected masters are not what ordinary people say. Some eminent monks, even some rich people, have to make an appointment in advance.
"It's not impossible to introduce you, but it depends on your performance."
Miss Tao Yaoyao has a great style, and naturally starts to put on airs.
"Uncle, my shoulders are a little tired. Help me to carry this bag."
Looking at the chanel bag handed over, Li futu's eyelids beat, unable to laugh or cry.
It took nearly half an hour for a couple of men and women who met by chance to cross the Mountain Gate of Qixia Temple. Although it's still early now, there are an endless stream of pilgrims who come to worship Buddha.
"Master, I came here once last year. You can see that my love road is rough. You are right."
Under a hundred year old Sophora tree, a man of about 30 years old is asking a monk in cassock: "how can I meet a suitable person, master?"
His tone was low, his spirit was low, and he was mostly trapped in love.
In a thousand year old temple like Qixia Temple, against this background, the monk seems to be much more professional than the monk who was bought by Li futu at the temple fair in Donghai. He put his hands together and said slowly, "learn to meet a better self first."
"And then what?" the man asked
"When you become a better self, in different time and space, there must be another person working hard."
The master said: "you are walking on a similar track. You meet by chance at a certain intersection of your life, and then you meet each other, look at each other and smile, and walk hand in hand..."
The man was stunned for a moment. He seemed to imagine the beautiful picture. Then he bent over the monk deeply.
"Thank you, master."
The monk saluted with his hands together.
"Amitabha."
"Martial uncle Xuande."
Taoyaojiao shouts and runs over with a smile.
Martial uncle?
It seems that the little girl is not lying.
Li futu, who is also carrying the other party's bag, can only keep up.
"Martial uncle Xuande, you are here every day to relieve people who are trapped by all kinds of troubles and tell them stories. Aren't you tired?"
Tao Yaoyao asked with a smile.
"It's the duty of us Buddhists to relieve the world's worries and overcome disasters. How can we be tired?"
Monk Xuande looked at the graceful peach, with a kind face.
"Martial uncle Xuande, if you choose, do you want to live in the story or in reality?"
Peach young young slants a head to ask a way.
"It should be in the story."
Monk Xuande responded that at this time, Li futu also came over. He put his hands together and nodded to Li futu with a smile. Li futu also nodded back with a smile.
"Oh? Why? "
Tao Yaoyao looks at monk Xuande and asks.
"Because no matter how absurd a story is, it's carried out under certain logic, but reality is often illogical."
Xuande and Shangdao said: "whether the story is happy or sad, there will always be an ending, but in reality, there are only unexpected joys and sorrows, and aimless life practice."
"Martial uncle Xuande, you want to escape from reality and always open up others. Do you think you are deceiving people?"
Tao Yaoyao has a bright smile.
"You girl."
Monk Xuande also laughed and looked at Li futu.
"Oh, martial uncle, this is my friend."
Taoyaoyao remembered to introduce it, but she didn't know the name of Li futu at all, so she could only explain it vaguely.
"Hello, master."
Li futu said hello politely.
Monk Xuande put his hands together and nodded with a smile. Then he said to Tao Yaoyao, "your master should be hosting the morning song in the main hall now. Go quickly. He may not be at the party.""I'll see my master first. Goodbye, martial uncle."
Taoyaoyao turns and walks towards the direction of the main hall.
Li futu followed her.
Monk Xuande watched their backs and slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha."
"Now you must believe it?"
Tao Yaoyao turns his head.
Li futu's face does not change.
"What do you believe?"
"I tell you, my master is the director of Qixia Temple, master Xuanwei!"
Taoyaoyao's tone is unconsciously raised, and her face is unconsciously raised slightly, which is a proud look.
Master Xuanwei, the contemporary host of Qixia Temple, plays an important role in the Buddhism of the Dragon kingdom. He is a person who many senior officials are fighting for.
But what surprised her was that the guy around her didn't show any surprise when he heard such heavy news.
"Hey, are you listening to me?"
She felt that there were too many people and too much noise around her, so she didn't hear.
Li futu seemed to know later, and his reaction was slow. When he looked at her, he said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be the host disciple. It's really disrespectful."
"You..."
Miss Tao Yaoyao was frustrated by the other party's indifferent appearance. She bit her silver teeth, turned her head and stopped talking to Li futu.
"All the Dharma is like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity. We should observe it like this. Sariver is the empty phase of all Dharma, which is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor clean, neither increase nor decrease. It is the empty Dharma, not the past, not the future, not the present, so the air is colorless..."
As soon as you enter the majestic Mahatma hall, you can hear the solemn and mighty chanting sound, which contains the power of shaking people's hearts.
The scene is magnificent.
Buddha crossing all living beings.
Taoyaoyao stood at the door, waiting for the morning song to be finished, and then he went to the front of the hall.
"Master."
There stood a monk, the rest of the monks were sitting, only he stood, and his cassock was very gorgeous.
"Peach girl?"
The monk followed his reputation, and his eyes were surprised. Then he quickly saw Li futu, who followed Tao Yaoyao step by step.
His eyes, along with his face, fluctuated. Then he lowered his eyes slightly, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.