Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 138
Nanjing, north of the city.

It is rainy in the Jiangnan area, but now it is after the rain.

The sky, which had dispersed the thick clouds that blocked the sun, was clear and transparent, as green as a wash. The colorful rainbow in the distant sky floated between heaven and earth, slowly disappearing into nothingness.

"Boss, have some bean curd."

Gao Feng stood in front of a vendor, like an ordinary pedestrian who suddenly got hungry, pausing to lick his mouth to pay.

"okay!"

The stall owner is not tall, not as tall as the shelf of the stall, but his voice is loud, and he responded loudly with a smile on his face. He quickly rolled up a portion of bean curd with both hands, wrapped it in paper, and handed it to Gao Feng.

Biting the bean curd bought with three copper coins, Gao Feng walked slowly and looked towards the other side of the street.

Because there is a cloth stall there, because behind the cloth stall sits a woman with an ordinary appearance and slightly vicissitudes, but exuding an elegant and tranquil temperament.

Shaking his head slightly, Gao Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, because he really couldn't see that such a woman who dealt with firewood, rice, oil and salt every day could be the strange woman Xiaoyu who was once famous in the world. There was not even a trace of the aura of being the top killer of Black Stone in her body. .

Xiao Yu, the former indifferent killer, is gone, and only Zeng Jing, who sells cloth in the north of the city, is left.

Although she has retired to the world and is living an ordinary but warm life wholeheartedly, Zeng Jing is still keenly aware of outside prying eyes.

"illusion?"

Zeng Jing looked around according to her feelings, only to see a young man with bean curd in his mouth, clapping his hands and clapping his hands while watching the happy monkey show on the stage beside him, who didn't seem to be spying on her at all, which made her shake her head and smile.

When she lived in the capital, she was also suspicious. After all, Nanjing is the lair of the wheel-turning king. If the old eunuch came to her, she would definitely die.

Fortunately, Li Gui's ability to change his face has reached its peak. With a new face, he started a new life. He met the honest and honest courier brother Jiang Asheng, and then got married. Now he is preparing to conceive. It can be said that once That ruthless killer, Xiao Yu, has long since ceased to exist.

"Miss."

Jiang Asheng trotted all the way to the cloth stall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and had a cheerful smile on his face.

"Come back so early today?"

Zeng Jing reached out to wipe the sweat off Jiang Asheng's brow, and asked softly with the reflection of Jiang Asheng in her eyes.

"Just now I saw dark clouds floating in the sky. I was afraid that you would not be able to clean up the rain alone, so I hurried back to help."

Speaking of which, Jiang Asheng looked up at the sky, and sure enough the dark clouds were approaching, he said anxiously: "Hurry up and clean up, let's go home for dinner, before I come back, I sent a letter to the west of the city, we can eat some delicious food."

"well."

Zeng Jing smiled and helped to pack it up, but she didn't notice that Jiang Asheng turned his head slightly and looked deeply at a figure walking away on the street.

……

The heavy rain came as soon as it was said, and it lasted for half an hour.

Gao Feng walked quickly in the rain and was muddy all the way, and finally saw an ancient temple.

Barren Mountain Ancient Temple.

This place is ten miles northwest of the capital, and the temple here is called Yunhe Temple, which is the Yunhe Temple where he buried himself in the past.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!
Gao Feng stood outside the temple, beating the old and mottled vermilion door, and a low muffled sound rippled out in the sound of rain.

After standing still for a long time, hurried footsteps finally came from inside the temple gate.

The gate of the temple opened, and a little monk showed half of his body.

"Little master, it rains here on the way down, and I want to go into the temple to avoid the rain, is it possible?"

With a gentle smile on Gao Feng's face, he asked softly.

"Amitabha!"

The little novice had clear eyes, put his hands together, and said in a crisp voice: "Master often said that there are destined people on the Buddha's journey. Since the benefactor was blocked by the rain and couldn't go down the mountain, he came here again, then he is destined. The donor shelters from the rain and the wind.”

"Thank you."

Gao Feng said thanks.

After entering the temple, without entering the Buddhist hall, which had not been visited by pilgrims except for the monks in the temple for a long time, the little novice monk raised his hands to shield himself from the rain, moved his legs to the back, and came to the only row of houses in the temple.

"Master, he is a predestined person."

When he walked to the eaves of the house, the rain was blocked out, and he pinched the corner of his soaked clothes, Gao Feng heard the little novice come in and said so.

"Oh? A predestined person who came in the rain?"

An old but energetic voice came from the room, and its wisdom could be faintly seen in the light laughter.

"At the next peak, I met Master Jian Chi."

Gao Feng rubbed the mud stained on his shoes and stepped into the house. Although he was in a mess, he still clasped his hands politely.

"The benefactor knows the old monk?"

Master Jianchi clasped his palms together in response, and looked at Gao Feng with bright eyes.

'Description haggard, dry and thin, with white beard and white hair, slow walking, and inflexible hands and feet, it is caused by old age and frailty, eh!Just an ordinary old monk. '

Gao Feng looked at Monk Jian Chi for a few times, made a judgment secretly, nodded and said: "I have heard of the master's name before."

"That's it."

Master Jian Chi seemed to have sensed something, nodded, and raised his finger to the futon on the ground.

Gao Feng sat down calmly, but he was relieved in his heart.

I remember that when I watched the movie "Sword Rain", some people once imagined that Master Jian Chi was the real master, and they gave the reasons logically, such as when Lu Zhu was young, he listened to the scriptures beside Master Jian Chi , or before Lu Zhu died, Xiaoyu asked Xiaoyu to send Rama's body to Yunhe Temple and hand it over to Monk Jianzhi, so he deduced that Yunhe Temple is the inheritance of Rama.

But now Gao Feng can be sure that Monk Jian Chi is just an old monk who is proficient in Buddhism and wisdom. After all, whether a person has practiced martial arts can be seen from many aspects, but Jian Chi has nothing to do with it.

"Master Jian Chi, if I have a desire for something you have, can the master give it up to fulfill it?"

Gao Feng sat on the futon, his clothes were dripping, and asked.

Xu Shi confirmed that Jian Chi couldn't stop him, Gao Feng looked relaxed and very casual.

"Amitabha! My Buddha said that the four elements are all empty and can be cut off to feed the eagles. Therefore, there is nothing that cannot be left behind and nothing cannot be fulfilled."

Monk Jian Chi's eyes were bright, he clasped his hands together, and nodded with a gentle smile.

"Can?"

Gao Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't expect to get such an answer.

"can."

The penetrating and warm gaze of Monk Jian Chi wiped away Gao Feng's hesitation, nodded slowly, and said with a solemn expression: "Everything is a state of mind, and so is the skin. Only non-attachment is the way to get rid of it, to be at ease, and to see clearly. After seeing the nature, you can observe all dharmas, and then you can know all dharmas. If you know all dharmas, then you are a Buddha.”

"Master, why are you telling me this?"

Gao Feng asked puzzledly.

"Buddha crossing is destined for people."

Monk Jian Chi smiled gently.

"Pity."

Gao Feng paused for a moment to think, then suddenly shook his head.

"What's the pity?"

Jian Chi monk asked.

"It's a pity that the master is so kind. I don't believe in Buddhism, I only believe in myself."

Gao Feng spoke lightly, and his eyes were extremely firm between a few words.

Monk Jian Chi laughed and said: "There is no difference between Buddha and sentient beings. If you believe in yourself, why do you believe in Buddha? No need."

(End of this chapter)