Chapter 512

The courtyard here is not big. The so-called teahouse is to build two bamboo sheds in the courtyard. It doesn't leak on rainy and snowy days.

Under the bamboo shed, there are several short tables with futons. On the table, there are a whole set of tea sets. On the side of the bamboo shelf, there are some coarse pottery pots and porcelain pots, which should be used for storing tea.

This simple, quiet and elegant arrangement really makes Ye sang, a non Buddhist, feel Zen.

"Young lady, please sit down."

Ye sang is still feeling in the heart, the voice of Hongzhong suddenly rings in the ear, some surprised but not surprised.

Because the Abbot's face was very peaceful, he felt kind and kind when he looked at him. There was no earthly hostility.

After the abbot took his seat, ye sang sat opposite him. His eyes stayed on the master's hand, which moved slowly when he was making tea. His attention followed his hand, but he forgot to speak for a moment.

When the tea in the cup is poured for the first time, some more water is added in, and the abbot gently covers the tea. After waiting for a while, the first tea is made.

With the water hitting the cup, the Phoenix nodded three times. The water column of the tea was symmetrical and smooth, without any interruption. A cup of tea was poured, and the abbot pushed it to yesang's face without paying attention to it, and then he poured the tea for himself with the cover bowl.

Ye sang rubbed his fingers on the wall of the cup and felt the warmth of the tea coming from inside. His eyes were still fixed on the Abbot's hand. When another cup of tea was ready, he could move his eyes.

At this time, she took the tea cup and put it in front of her nose to smell it. The dense water mist brought out the fragrance of tea and a little astringent gas, refreshing, "good fragrant tea."

The abbot was obviously very satisfied. He took the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip of it. His eyes were full of tranquility. "Young lady, how about having a taste of the tea in my temple?"

Hearing people's words, ye sang picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. The fragrance of tea diffused in his mouth, bringing out a charming fresh taste.

She has drunk a lot of tea these years. The tea used in the general's house has always been excellent, not to mention the imperial banquet in the palace. Even the Shanggong tea is not as good as today's tea.

Thinking of this, ye Sang was a bit curious and more surprised. "To tell you the truth, I've tasted a lot of good tea, but I've never had the experience of today Master, what kind of tea is this

After listening to her question, the Abbot's face was calm and free, and did not change, but he did not answer the rhetorical question, "what kind of tea is the young lady drinking like?"

See a person to ask oneself, leaf mulberry is pulling tea cover, droop Mou to see eye tea soup, but also can't say for a while, for a long time, had to shake head.

This shook his head, the Abbot's peaceful and earthly laughter suddenly rang out in his ears.

His earlobe fretted, indicating that ye sang took another sip of tea. Seeing her aftertaste, he slowly opened his mouth, "monk Qingxiu bitter cold, just ordinary tea, not expensive."

Ye sang had a good view of the Abbot's expression. He took another sip of tea and tasted it carefully, but he still felt that the tea was unusual.

When he looked at the person opposite, the abbot had already understood her mind. The smile on her face was not reduced, but between her eyebrows and eyes, it was light. "The young lady thought that the tea was good, but it was not the tea, but the heart."

After a pause, he slowly poured another cup of tea and handed it to Ye sang. Then he said, "there is a clear air between the heaven and the earth. The so-called" clear "is nothing. When the young lady just drank tea, tea and heart all occupied a" clear "word."

After that, the abbot was quite moved. He lowered his eyes slightly, saluted with one hand, recited "Amitabha Buddha" silently, and then murmured to the air, "all the wonderful dharmas are just like this..."

He had said it mysteriously, but now it's even more mysterious. Ye sang never worked hard on these things, but he didn't understand it for a moment.

The master in front of him also looked at the tea set on the short table. The leisure in Ye Sang's heart was gone, and many mysteries and doubts hovered in his mind.

After drinking a cup of tea, she suddenly tasted the green and astringent air of tea. She suddenly looked up at the abbot opposite and realized, "abbot, I seem to understand."

The abbot pulled a Rosary Bead, read a Buddhist sentence in his mouth, raised his eyes to the eyes of Shangye sang, and looked at her for six or seven seconds before he made tea again with a smile. "The young lady really has Huigen. It's better to take this opportunity to make a good relationship."

Ye sang looked at the deep and clear eyes, just looking at his eyes, the whole person was quiet, as if the world was quiet, all things stopped.

It was just like that when she drank her first cup of tea. At the moment when the tea was fragrant, the surrounding environment and the worldly world in her heart had disappeared. I think this is what the abbot called "Qing".

Ye sang had a great sense of enlightenment. When he came back to his senses, he answered the invitation with a smile. He suddenly remembered the reason and carefully took out a paper folded into a square from his sleeve.

this is as like as two peas that she had seen in the en de temple, which is the same as the one in her hand.

After slowly unfolding, the paper was laid flat in front of the abbot, and his face suddenly became dignified. His eyes only focused on the face of the person in front of him.The abbot was obviously surprised for a moment, but soon the surprise disappeared in his eyes, and then he regained his benevolent and peaceful appearance.

After capturing every minute reaction, ye sang felt more suspicious and asked, "look at you Master, can you tell me what you know? "

After a while, there was no response.

Seeing that the abbot was just staring at the drawing and silent, ye Sang's heart was as restless as tens of thousands of ants crawling, and his brow was slightly wrinkled. "Master, these things are very important to me, and may also involve a lot. If I had to, I would not ask so rashly."

She said that the abbot didn't know. It was just the way of heaven. Such things couldn't be said.

"Master..."

Before the next words could be said, the old Zen master stood up. When he got up, the snow under the eaves of the bamboo shed was falling, scattered on the ground.

Thinking that the abbot was going to leave, ye Sang's hand shook and the water in the tea cup came out slightly. She didn't care. She quickly put the tea cup and stood up.

"There is nothing in the world. Where can we get dust?"

When the abbot youyou opened his mouth, the voice was not real. It was completely opposite to the previous sound of a big bell, and it made people feel very ethereal.

She has read this poem in modern times. It is a verse written by Huineng, the sixth patriarch, before his death. The first half of the poem says that "there is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform". At that time, she understood that the purity of the mirror is just the purity of human nature. The countless links between the two are always cut off, which is not clear.

After these thoughts passed through his mind, ye sang struggled for a long time and stepped forward to the abbot. His eyes were firm, firm and sincere. "I understand these things, but this design and these things, please make clear."

Seeing that she had asked such a question, the abbot seemed to shake his head with regret. Suddenly, there was a moderate wind in the courtyard, and the snow on the bamboo eaves fell one after another.

"It's not a thing in the world. Only when we look outside the world can we respond to the will of heaven and calm the people."

After dropping such a sentence, the abbot raised his feet and went out. This word echoed in yesang's mind, and his voice became more ethereal. For a moment, he was stunned and unconsciously watched the abbot go away.

"Look out of the world..."

Ye sang murmured the words left by Abbot just now, and then sat on the futon of just now, staring at the tea tray in front of him.

Wait, outside the world? In this way, isn't he a man outside the world of haoguo?

Ye sang suddenly woke up from the layers of confusion, trying to understand this, it seems that the Abbot's words have logic and explanation.

Heart is secretly excited, behind suddenly came the voice of Jiao Mei, "young lady, we should go."

Ye sang didn't even think about it. He blurted out, "where are you going?"

Seeing her asking, Jiao Mei noticed the abnormality of the master. She quickly stepped forward to the person and looked at Ye sang anxiously. "It's natural for you to return home after the ceremony. Young lady, are you caught in the wind here..."

"I'm fine." Before jiaomei had finished speaking, ye sang came out of the ethereal world and patted the girl's hand. He got up and walked out while talking, "where's mother?"

Seeing that ye Sang was in a good state, Jiao Mei was a little relieved. She followed her and quickened her steps. "Madam said a few words with the abbot. Then she went outside the temple and asked the maidservant to come to you."

Light "well" a, the pace is faster, now the day is getting colder, she doesn't want to let lengruolan wait outside more.

Because they walked very fast, but a cup of tea had already left Ende temple. When they got out of the temple gate, they saw the carriage of the general's house from a distance and walked over.

Walking to the front of him, he felt her faint worry in her cold eyes. Ye sangqiang began to smile and comforted: "the courtyard over there is a little cold in the teahouse. It's not in the way. Mother, get on the bus."

To her words, lengruolan is noncommittal, the facial expression is a little cold, hesitated a moment later, took he Qing's hand on the carriage.

Seeing her seated safely, ye sang got on another carriage with Jiao Mei.

As soon as she got on the bus, she lifted the curtain on the car window and looked out. Her eyes fell on the plaque of Ende temple. She looked at the three simple and powerful characters and had many thoughts.

The carriage moved forward slowly. The wheels were running over the snow road, creaking from time to time. Yesang's thoughts had been drifting away with the carriage.