Chapter 152

"It's getting late. Have some vegetarian food and go to rest. The guest room is ready for you."

Jingyun puts the plate on the table and whispers.

After Mingjing finished writing the last word of this verse, he closed his pen, put down his brush, straightened his sleeves, and looked up at Jingyun.

"Thank you, senior brother."

The girl's eyes were dark and bright, quiet and restrained.

Mingjing put away the written Buddhist scriptures and handed them to Jingyun: "please keep them for me, senior brother."

Jingyun put it away and said with a smile, "OK."

Mingjing picked up the plate and walked out of the meditation room. Jingyun pointed to the East: "the guest room is here. Come with me."

At this time, the monks of the whole temple gathered in the main hall for evening class. From a distance, they could hear the sound of chanting with the night wind.

The two walked in the deserted corridor. Tall green shirts grew on both sides of the road, scattering mottled light and shadow under the street lamp.

When the wind blew through the treetops and the clothes rubbed in silence, Jingyun asked, "have you memorized the whole volume of Huayan Sutra?"

It's really scary.

Mingjing said with a smile, "the years in the mountains are quiet, and only scriptures can be accompanied."

Jingyun glanced at her, "have you grown up in Buddhism since childhood?"

"On the day I was born, I was abandoned by my parents in front of the mountain gate. Fortunately, I was adopted by master and was greatly lucky."

i see.

"When you enter Buddhism, you break the dust. Just think about it."

When she got to the guest house, Ye Zhen heard footsteps and rushed out. When she saw Mingjing, she was surprised and said, "Mingjing, you're finally back."

The mirror nodded and looked up to see the boy standing under the eaves of the corridor.

Can't help but be stunned: "didn't he leave?"

Ye Zhen muttered, "who knows, I have to stay."

Jingyun said, "this benefactor is your friend. He volunteered to stay and arranged a guest room for him."

"Please, senior brother."

Jingyun smiled and shook his head: "you have a good rest."

Then he turned away and closed the door of the guest yard.

Hanshan Temple is full of incense, and the believers don't know how many. Over the years, it has expanded its scale. There are more than a dozen East-West wing rooms in the guest house, which are for the residents and believers from far away. These days, because the program team came here to shoot, consciousness sent the guests away in the guest room in advance. Therefore, there are only four people in the whole guest house, mingjingqu flying platform and ye zhentianlong.

There was silence everywhere, but I heard the crickets chattering in the grass, adding a few elegant interests to the night.

The mirror looked at him and said faintly, "have a rest early."

Then he went into the west wing, only the one with the door open.

Ye Zhen sighed and hurriedly chased in.

Qufei station stood in the night and watched the lights in the wing room turn on and off again.

The night is as cool as water, deeper and heavier.

Tian Long came out: "Xiao Fei, brother Huang's phone."

Qu Feitai took back his eyes and picked up his mobile phone.

"Why don't you come back and stay in the monk temple? Don't tell me you see through the world of mortals and want to shave and become a monk. Believe it or not, I'll hang on the beam immediately. You won't save me a moment."

"What's up?" Qu Feitai asked coldly.

Huang Chao was stunned. "Xiaofei, don't scare me. I'm kidding you. Come back quickly. The temple is poor and there is no signal. How can you suffer?"

"If it's all right, hang up." Huang Chao didn't have a chance to speak. He hung up the phone directly, threw his mobile phone to Tian Long, took off his coat and lay down.

"Xiaofei? Are you okay?" Tian Long asked cautiously.

I don't know why. Since he came back at noon, Xiaofei was in a bad mood. He was flustered.

"It's all right. Go to bed."

The squeak door closed.

A ray of moonlight penetrates the window and falls on the end of the bed.

Qu Feitai closed her eyes and the blood was all over the sky. The woman looked at him and smiled. There was a big blood hole in her chest.

He bowed his head and held the gun in his hand.

He threw the gun in a hurry and screamed desperately.

The nightmare of his life.

"Master, how's my brother?"

"When the Yang dry armour wood sees the Yin dry ethyl wood, the hit is stronger than the robbery. The body is weak and the ambition is strong. This is a sign of great evil."

"Please save my brother, no matter how much you pay..."

"Changing your life against the sky is detrimental to Yin virtue. Just, you have a favor with me. I repay you for your kindness because I am alone and have nothing to rely on."

"Qulan boat, boat, river and sea solitary boat, lonely shadow, this name is related to your destiny, Xing Ke. If you change your life, change your name first."

"Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. Delusions produce illusions. The body gets dust from the heart. Dust is delusions. It realizes self nature, is complete and pure, and its nature is empty. It is very comfortable when it originates and dies."

"Half of my life is accessible, and I am blessed to Dingheng. All I ask is what I want, but..."

"Only what? Master, please say."

"The only obsession that produces demons is evil fate. All cause and effect reincarnation cannot be resolved. Serve the lotus with your body and turn it into a Buddha..."

The boundless night is like the mouth of a beast, which seems to devour everything.

"If the heart dies and the body dies, there will be no more disaster..."

The boy suddenly opened his eyes and breathed heavily in the night.

The silvery moonlight fell on his hand holding the quilt, his fingerbones were slender, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding.

Teenagers are like drowning people, desperately breathing.

Obsession... Why should everyone remind him.

How persistent the mind is, how the heart dies, how the body dies, and how hopeless it is.

Born to be a man, chasing an unreachable love, even if it is broken to pieces, it is not a waste of this life.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to catch the silver white, cold night wind blowing through his fingertips, like her jade like skin.

"Mirror..." He murmured.

A distant person, a sleepy dream.

——

In the meditation room, the slender fingertips brushed the ink on the rice paper, as if touching a peerless treasure.

"Elder martial brother, is this the Huayan Sutra copied by elder martial sister Mingjing?" Jingfeng took a look and was surprised.

This small block script with hairpin flowers is really beautiful. Compared with the neat and clear engraved on the Scriptures, the lines are graceful and flexible, the lingering places are elegant and natural, the character is unique, and the customs are forgotten.

"Yes." Jingyun sipped a faint smile on his lips, and his peach eyes were soft and gentle.

"Elder martial sister Mingjing is so powerful. At the end of the day, she transcribed more than 200 pages. If I had to lose my hands, why did Shifu deliberately embarrass her? Elder martial sister Mingjing is so gentle and beautiful..."

Jingyun glanced at him faintly. Jingfeng immediately spat out his tongue playfully and immediately said: "color is empty, empty is color..."

He looked up and secretly looked at the young man sitting under the lamp. His face was like a crown of jade, his body was like a slender bamboo, his eyebrows were slightly drooping, a little cinnabar was looming at the tip of his eyebrows, and there was a faint nobility in his compassion.

The eldest martial brother is the most proud disciple of Shifu. He is young and has advanced cultivation. He is the best of the younger generation of disciples. In the future, he will inherit the mantle of Shifu and carry forward Hanshan Temple and Buddhism in the world.

Jingyun put away the Sutra and said faintly, "it's late at night."

——

The mirror was in the temple for three days. When the morning bell rang, she got up and copied Scriptures every day. She never slacked off.

There are many disciples in the temple. Although they are Buddhist disciples, there is no lack of gossip. It has long been spread among the disciples that there is a young bhikuni living in the guest house of Kaisi temple. He is beautiful and square, and his cultivation is not shallow. He can write 80 volumes of Huayan Sutra silently. In the past three days, he has written nearly one-third of them.

There are rumors among monks that those who commit robbery are punished to copy the Huayan Sutra. This is a terrible criminal law. They would rather be punished with whipping than sit down and copy honestly, because it is like an impossible task.

And this young bhikuni, her mind is so tenacious, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In the evening class every day, she would walk through the corridor full of green shirts, step on the Acacia flowers that had not been cleaned all over the ground in the golden light of the sunset, come to the Luohan hall next to the main hall, sit on the ground and listen to scriptures and Zen.

Then at the end, I left earlier. The disciples could only see her back forever. The white skirt was drifting away in the night, and the silver lotus was in full bloom in the quiet night.

On the fourth day, Qu Feitai left Hanshan Temple.

He saw the mirror. At that time, the mirror sat at the desk, sincerely copying scriptures, and his eyebrows and eyes were safe.

"I'm leaving."

The girl behind the desk didn't lift her head, her long arm was hanging in the air, and the tip of the pen fell off the paper. The natural and unrestrained hook was the dragon and snake of the pen, which was as elegant as the wind.

"Have a nice trip."

Qu Feitai looked at her quietly, clenched his fist and loosened it.

A ray of sunlight penetrates the door leaf and falls in front of the door. Every mottled trace of the ancient and old floor tiles reflected by the sunlight is clearly visible.

Like a milky way, between you and me.