Chapter 151

In early August, the trees were full of Acacia flowers, with light pink inflorescences fluttering in the wind, pure and charming, and graceful.

Everyone was busy taking photos, Jingfeng is introducing the origin of this ancient tree: "This acacia tree has a history of more than 300 years. It is worthy of the hand of master Yanwen. It means to make up with each other and make the family happy. When there is no Acacia flower, it also symbolizes eternal love and happy husband and wife. If you have a wish or want to marry, you can sincerely write it on the blessing belt and tie it to the trunk. The ancient tree has spirit. If you are willing to do good, you can sincerely pray , will eventually seek benevolence. "

Jingzhen took a stack of prayer belts and distributed them to everyone. Standing in front of this ancient tree, he smelled the curl of sandalwood. The sound of wooden fish not far away bathed in the morning bell and evening drum. The impetuous heart on earth seemed to calm down for a moment.

Qu Feitai looked at the mirror and tightly grasped the red silk in his hand.

"Elder martial sister." Jingzhen looks up at the mirror and hands the blessing belt to her hand.

Mingjing smiled and shook his head: "I don't need it."

Nothing to worry about, nothing to ask for.

Jingzhen looked down her eyes. Those people either frowned and thought deeply, or were full of expectation. They asked for the right husband and the well-being of their parents.

There are thousands of people in the world, thousands of people, thousands of faces, and hundreds of people.

Jingzhen nodded: "I see, elder martial sister."

Ye Zhen happily wrote on the prayer belt. As soon as she looked up, she saw the bright mirror standing there, and asked curiously, "don't you have what you want?"

How can people live without desire.

"If you can't find a right husband? It's good to have a double all your life." Ye Zhen said, subconsciously glancing at the qufeitai standing not far away. The qufeitai looked at the ribbon in her hand and then at the mirror. The meaning was very clear.

This silly boy, who likes the mirror, is destined to be hurt by love.

"A pair for life?" Mingjing murmured, and then smiled gently. The smile was as light as clouds and smoke.

At this time, Jingyun came up. As soon as he approached, the girls muttered, and the crowd began to stir.

"The qufeitai is high enough. He is as high as the qufeitai. He has a good taste in his monk's robe..."

"He went to find the mirror? Sure enough, did even the monk look at his face?"

……

Ye Zhen listened to those crazy voices in her ears and was speechless for a while.

Although the monk is really handsome, the key is that he has a sense of nobility, like a prince.

"Younger martial sister Mingjing, please, master." Jingyun said with a smile.

As soon as he smiled, his eyes were narrower and longer, with a slight hook at the end of his eyes, which turned out to be amorous peach eyes. However, his eyes were clear and merciful, and he always smiled first.

The mirror nodded and left with him.

As soon as they left, the crowd burst into flames.

"Isn't Jingyun's master Jueming? Master Jueming wants to take the initiative to see the mirror? Why“

"Do you know how many dignitaries and dignitaries have been turned away from visiting master Jueming? What is the charm of this mirror that let master Jueming's disciples invite them in person?"

"This mirror won't have any background? After that, we haven't offended her, have we?"

Xiao Wenwen was stunned and frowned. It was just a group of bald donkeys. Why did she hold it so high.

Qu Feitai subconsciously twisted his eyebrows: "mirror..."

Somehow, he always felt uneasy when she went.

Without stopping, Mingjing turned across the heavenly king's hall with Jingyun and disappeared.

Bypassing the heavenly king's hall, the view is broad. Facing the main hall square, a hundred meters away, the golden roof of the main hall shines majestically in the sun. On the right side of the square are the three saints hall, the ground Tibetan hall and the Jialan hall, and on the left are the three saints hall and the ancestral hall. It can be seen that Hanshan Temple is large-scale and full of incense. It is worthy of being the first ancient temple in the south.

The arhat hall guards the Mahavira hall and the Bodhisattva hall from left to right. Behind the Mahavira hall are the Sutra hall, the Dharma hall and the Zen room. The Sutra Pavilion is behind the three halls. This is the place for the temple to preach and collect sutras.

On the left and right sides of this central axis, there are monk rooms, tea halls and guest halls, which are the daily rest places of monks. The Abbot's room is in the northwest corner, close to the warehouse.

Mingjing heard the chanting sound from the Zen hall not far away, floating leisurely between heaven and earth.

"Master, the guest is here." Jingyun said outside the door.

The mirror saw that the meditation room was closed, and a thick dragon bell voice came from it, "please come in."

Jingyun opened the door, stared at the master Yanwen's lecture picture hanging opposite, reached out and brushed his skirt, and calmly walked in.

Jingyun closes the door and guards at the door.

The layout of the so-called Abbot's room is very simple. Real outsiders have no worries. One porridge, one meal, one sitting and one lying down, a pot of tea, a game of chess and a scroll of Sutra are enough.

Master Jueming sat on a futon with a string of simple Buddha beads hanging in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

Mingjing looked at him quietly. He was in his fifties, thin and wearing a gray monk's robe. His face was like a full moon, the heaven was full, the underground pavilion was round, his eyebrows were sacred and compassionate, and his eyes were full of the light of virtue and prestige of wisdom.

His skin is white and his eyes and lips are smiling. It's pleasant to look at it.

The Huayan Sutra says: may all sentient beings get away from anger, all Dharma, barrier free, good meeting, clean face, fault face, Tathagata fullness, all places and countless beautiful faces.

Cultivate the Tathagata noodles, and all three karma are pure.

Mingjing put his hands together: "disciple Mingjing has seen master."

"Here you are." Jueming nodded and smiled, as if he had been waiting for her.

He pointed across. "Sit down."

Mingjing knelt down on the opposite futon, "I came to see you today for..."

"Play chess with me first." Chueh Ming said.

The mirror nodded.

The chess game is a remnant chess game. The mirror holds the white son in the position, and the other party holds the black son. The war situation is stuck, the flag and drum are equal, and both lose in the final outcome.

Looking at the chess way, master Jueming should have done it alone. His chess skill is so superb.

Mingjing calmed down and took the lead in picking up sunspots.

Chueh Ming glanced at her and said, "zhihei, go first."

Mingjing smiled: "let the master laugh."

The sun came in from window nine and fell on the chessboard. Half an hour later, Mingjing frowned, while master Jueming was calm and smiling.

Mingjing shook his head and said with a smile, "master, I lost."

"I still have the strength to fight, but I abandon my handsome to protect my soldiers. God has the virtue of living well. I look at the chess path at the end of my practice. Although there is great benevolence, it is embarrassing for him."

Jueming shook his head.

The mirror smiled and said, "the world is composed of ten thousand people. If there is no one people, how can there be a general?"

"The most powerful weapon in the world is compassion. Although you are young, you can break the fate of all sentient beings. Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other. Some people practice in the mountains and others practice in the downtown. Although you walk in the world of mortals, you can sharpen your mind, but you don't know the difference of one thought, which is enough to become a devil."

Master Jueming's eyes are full of wisdom Buddha light, which can see through all sentient beings.

"Today's you are you, and yesterday's you are also you. What about the previous life?"

Mingjing was stunned for a moment and looked up at master Jueming.

"The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror. Wipe it frequently from time to time to avoid causing dust. Your master has told you the answer. My Buddha is merciful and crosses all hardships. The road of practice is long."

Master Jueming folded his hands and said, "Amitabha."

The mirror murmured, "which one is the real me in the past life and this life..."

Chueh Ming smiled: "it's rare to have a human body. It's hard to smell the Dharma. It's hard to smell it now. This body doesn't spend it in this life, but in what life."

"This body does not measure to this life, but to what life..., the cause of this life and the fruit of the next life..." Mingjing Xiu frowned and seemed to fall into a struggling dream.

Jueming looked at her quietly. After a long time, he sighed.

Mingjing suddenly woke up, lowered his head and folded his hands: "the master has been taught, and the disciples will be diligent and encourage me to cross the world."

"Crossing others is like crossing oneself. Crossing oneself is also crossing others."

Mingjing said solemnly, "master, there is one person to cross right now. My Buddha is merciful. Can you lend disciple Jin gangling's magic weapon?"

Chueh Ming smiled: "how do you know that the King Kong bell is in my temple?"

"In the Tang Dynasty, Buddhas were worshipped all over the country, and the Tang dense Mandala was used to form an altar to support Buddhist bones, relics and numerous magic tools. Princess Wencheng brought a large number of Buddhist scriptures and magic weapons when she married the Tibetan king, including the diamond bell, the treasure of the pagoda town, which was later inherited as a secret Buddhist magic tool of Tibetan Buddhism. It has lasted for thousands of years. Three hundred years ago, the Tibetan master Yan Wen ran away because she disagreed with her elder martial brother and took the diamond bell, Passing by, Hanshan Temple was just a small temple at that time. Yan Wen stopped here, preached scriptures, participated in Zen and realized Taoism, and finally made Hanshan Temple the first ancient temple in the south. "

When the mirror spoke, Jueming looked at her and said, "what school do you come from, master?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to know.

"There is no nameless sect, and the mountains are ordinary."

Jueming said, "Vajra bell is the magic weapon of our temple. You can't give it to others easily. Buddha crossing is destined for people. You and she are both destined for our Buddha. In that case, if you can pass my test, you can borrow it."

"Thank you, master."

Seeing that the sun is in the middle of the sky and the mirror has not come back, we went to the vegetarian hall and are ready to taste the vegetarian food in the temple. The vegetarian food in Hanshan Temple is also unique. Many people came thousands of miles to taste the vegetarian food.

Qu Feitai found Jingfeng and asked, "little master, can you take me to find Mingjing?"

Jingfeng shook his head: "sorry, benefactor."

Qu Feitai frowned and turned to see that Ye Zhen was gone.

Ye Zhen felt uncomfortable since she came to the temple. She subconsciously touched the Buddha beads on her wrist, looked all the way and finally saw Jingyun.

She went over and said, "master Jingyun, is the mirror inside?"

Just then, the door opened and a kind-hearted old man came out.

Ye Zhen saluted immediately: "Hello, master."

The master stood on the ladder and looked at her from a distance: "benefactor, I have lost my life, but when I meet a noble man, I will continue to live."

Ye Zhen was shocked. She really deserved to be an eminent monk and hit the mark.

Ye Zhen said respectfully, "please tell me."

"Going for good has its own cause and effect." The words fell and walked away, leaving Ye Zhen with a fairy figure.

Ye Zhen murmured these eight words as a standard.

Ye Zhen took a look in the meditation room. From her perspective, she could only see a thin figure with a straight back. It seemed that she was writing something, holding a brush in her hand.

Jingyun went up and closed the Zen door, completely isolating the figure of the mirror.

Ye Zhen sat down on the stand under the eaves corridor and kept thinking about master Jueming's words.

Her noble person refers to the mirror. As for going for good, let her do more good

Qu Feitai walked west along the Sutra Pavilion. When passing by the door of the Sutra hall, a kind-hearted old man came to his face. Passing monks saluted respectfully, some called master and some called uncle.

Qu Feitai immediately realized that this should be the world-famous master Jueming.

When Chueh Ming saw him, he was stunned and frowned slightly.

When the disciples saw that master looked like this, they couldn't help looking down his eyes. They saw a tall and handsome young man standing in the sun not far away. Looking at his appearance, they were really born well, but the monks had nothing, and their skins were illusory.

Chueh Ming said faintly, "go."

The disciples dispersed one after another.

Jueming walks to qufeitai. Qufeitai nods and brushes away.

"Almsgiver, why am I afraid?"

Qu Feitai paused. "The master joked. I'm in a hurry to find someone."

"Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. The master who changed his life against the sky for you has now passed away?"

Any method of changing life against heaven is against the way of heaven.

Qu Feitai clenched his fists and said coldly, "what does Master mean?"

"It's not easy to change your life against the sky. You should cherish this opportunity and let go of your obsession in order to be free. Otherwise, your heart will die and your body will be doomed."

"Oh..." The boy sneered.

"What changes your life against the sky is doomed. I only know that you should strive for the people and things you want."

The words fell and went straight away.

Jueming stood where he was, looked at the boy's back from a distance, and shook his head.

"Causal rotation, evil fate, evil fate..."

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After the temple visit, everyone was going home, but the director frowned.

Mingjing hasn't come back since she left in the morning. At lunch, Qu Feitai disappeared.

He couldn't help scolding the two photographers. They were also very wronged. The two guests didn't play cards according to the routine at all. They didn't come to record variety shows. They came out to travel and left if they wanted to.

Mingjing's assistant came over and told the director that Mingjing had left first.

The director scolded angrily, and the newcomer was too arrogant. He said to go, cutting first and then playing.

At this time, qufeitai's assistant also came to inform him that qufeitai had left first to catch the plane.

Director:... There's a MMP, I don't know if I should say it or not.

Although after going down the mountain, the recording of their trip was over and it was time for them to leave, it was so sudden that they didn't even have a difference. Is it a little too much? Hello.

Han Ying sighed: "I haven't said goodbye to Mingjing. With her wechat, she hasn't passed up to now. I don't know if she will have a chance to see her in the future."

On the way down the mountain, Han Ying was a little depressed.

Zhao Xinrong was surprised and said, "you added her wechat? How could I forget it? Miscalculation."

Zou Jingyu looked at the sunset and smiled; "It's fate to see you again."

Xiao Wenwen secretly rolled her eyes. The annoying white lotus finally left. Without her, the air was much smoother.

From the sunset to the mid day of the moon, the Zen room emits dim yellow lights, and a slender silhouette is shown in the window, with his head hanging slightly and his back straight.

With a "Zhi Ya" sound, the Zen door opened from the outside, and the net cloud carried the dinner plate with porridge and side dishes on it.

He looked up and saw the girl writing on rice paper with a brush in her hand. The small block letters with flowers in one hand were quite beautiful.

Jingyun looked at the thick stack of scriptures on the desk in surprise. She didn't take a look from beginning to end.

The Huayan Sutra stored in the temple was translated by Empress Wu of Tang Dynasty, with a total of 80 volumes, 45000 verses and 32 words as a verse, with a total of 1.44 million words. The master asked her to copy the whole volume of Huayan Sutra by hand. It was a very arduous task, and it could even be said that she retreated in spite of difficulties.

However, in the past ten hours, she never cried out. She was tired and kept writing. What a strong patience and willpower.

And it is not so much copying as dictation.

Jingyun was shocked.

Under the shadow of the lamp, the girl's eyebrows are stretched, her thick and slender eyelashes are scattered under her eyelids, her pure skin is as pure as iceberg snow lotus, and her eyes are calm and firm. No matter how much suffering there is in front of her, she can't crush her will.

The skirt is meandering and scattered, and the silver lotus seems to be contaminated with Buddha nature, clean and spotless.

The evening drum in the "Dong" temple broke the silence here, but the girl never looked up.