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"Since there is no form, why do you need to go up the mountain?" The monk's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him could say such a thing.

"If you don't go up the mountain, how can you know that there is no form." Jiang Yuebai's words were full of Zen.

"This donor is not an ordinary person. He can say such words." At this time, another slightly older monk came from behind.

"Buddhism is profound. I am just an ordinary person. I can say a few words." Jiang Yuebai responded modestly.

"Donor is tall, but this hat is too small." The monk hinted that Jiang Yuebai was wearing the hat so tightly, obviously because he had some concerns.

Jiang Yuebai curved his mouth and took off the hat on his head: "Although this hat is small, the whole world is in it."

This sentence shocked the two monks.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are very wonderful. The meaning of chanting Buddha is roughly like this." The older monk put his hands together and said, his eyes full of respect.

At this moment, Jiang Yuebai and the monks of Shaolin Temple seemed to have established a communication and understanding beyond words.

"Since your temple has temple rules that prohibit entry, we will not disturb you."

After Jiang Yuebai finished speaking, the two monks nodded.

"Ah, you are not allowed to enter after all this time." Long Zhan sighed.

The fans who were narrating also felt sorry.

"There is no way, the temple has its own temple rules." Jiang Yuebai did not care. After all, this was their territory, and they had already broken the rules by barging in rashly.

"Xiaobai, what were you talking to them just now?" Xia Ziyuan asked. Just now, they were all confused by the conversation between Jiang Yuebai and the monks.

"I said we came from afar to admire the temple, and they asked whether the external journey was too long or my inner awareness was not enough. In fact, they were testing my understanding of distance."

"I said that if there is no form in the heart, the end of the world is close. If a person can transcend the external image and attachment, then even if he is far away, his heart can feel close to each other." Jiang Yuebai walked slowly in front and explained patiently to everyone.

"Then he asked me why I came to the temple on the mountain since I already understood the no form. I said if I didn't come, how could I know the no form."

"Finally, the older monk used the hat as a metaphor, implying that my inner and potential far exceeded what I had shown so far, and also said that my self-awareness limited myself."

"I replied that seemingly insignificant things can also reflect the truth of the entire universe."

"Oh~Is that so." Everyone suddenly realized.

While everyone was chatting with fans, Jiang Yuebai walked around the building a few steps.

Long Zhan and others were talking to fans about what Jiang Yuebai had just said, explaining it to the fans.

Red walls, green tiles, painted brackets, such buildings are rare in the world.

Jiang Yuebai picked up a branch on the ground, wrote a paragraph on the mud beside, and then turned back to find Long Zhan and others.

"Let's go, let's go to other places."

"Okay."

"Let's go."

After everyone left, several monks came out of the house. Judging from their clothes, they should be the abbots of the temple.

They are much older than the previous two monks, with extraordinary temperament, giving people a sense of transcendence.

"Jingkong, Jingxin, why is it so noisy here just now?" Abbot Zuhui asked slowly.

"Master!" The two said respectfully.

"Just now, a group of people wanted to enter the temple, but we stopped them. Then they chatted outside the house for a while and now they have left." The slightly older Jingkong replied.

"So that's it." Master Zuhui walked out of the house and looked into the distance. At this time, only some backs could be vaguely seen.

"Brother, there are a few rows of words here." Zuming pointed to the land on the side and said.

Master Zuhui stepped forward after hearing this, and the others followed closely behind.

I saw a poem written on the ground.

"Enlightenment

Enlightenment does not talk about destiny,

Practice does not seek the true scriptures.

One sorrow, one joy, one withering and flourishing,

Which previous life is destined?

The cassock is not pure,

The world is not stained by the nature of emptiness.

The thousand-year-old bell in the secluded ancient temple,

It's all a fool's dream."

Jingxin on the side read out the poem, but Master Zuhui and others discovered the mystery in it.

The whole paragraph is full of Zen philosophy, which is an understanding of fate, practice and nature.

"Who wrote this?" Master Zuhui asked immediately.

"It seems to be written by one of the donors who just left." Jingxin said uncertainly.

"It's him, the donor who led the way." Jingkong was very sure, he saw it at the door just now.

"Jingxin, go and invite them back quickly."

"Ah? Okay, I'll go right away." Jingxin didn't know why the host was so excited, but he still asked her to bring the people back.Please come back, but I think it's because of this poem.

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There are still many places to enter and exit Shaolin Temple, but there are more tourists.

"Xiaobai, what are you looking at? You're walking so slowly."

Long Zhan found that Jiang Yuebai had been looking around since the beginning, and he didn't know what he was looking at, but he was just not in a hurry.

"Just looking around."

"Xiaobai, are you waiting for someone?" Xia Ziyuan asked.

"Haha, Ziyuan is still smart." Jiang Yuebai was waiting for those monks to see the poem, maybe the situation would turn around.

Xia Ziyuan was a little embarrassed by Jiang Yuebai's words: "Who are you waiting for?"

"Wait..."

"Donor!" Jiang Yuebai was about to say, but was interrupted by a voice.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was the monk just now.

"Master."

"Donor, the abbot asked me to invite you over." Jingxin changed his previous attitude and was very respectful.

As soon as Jingxin said this, everyone looked at Jiang Yuebai, their eyes full of confusion and curiosity.

Why did they ask him to go back again after just a while?

"Okay."

Jingxin walked in front, Jiang Yuebai followed behind, Long Zhan and others and some fans also followed.

"Xiaobai, are you waiting for him?" Wen Xilan whispered in Jiang Yuebai's ear.

Jiang Yuebai nodded. He did want to wait for the two monks at first, but he didn't expect the abbot of Shaolin Temple to see it.

"Why is he so polite to you now?" Song Qianyun was also curious.

"Maybe the Buddha spoke." Jiang Yuebai smiled.

Jiang Yuebai's words made everyone confused and confused.

Jiang Yuebai and others followed Jingxin to the door just now, and happened to see Jingkong.

This time no one stopped Jiang Yuebai.

"The abbot just invited this donor." Jingkong still stopped the others.

Long Zhan and others looked at Jiang Yuebai helplessly.

Unexpectedly, they still couldn't get in.

"Jingkong, let them all come in." Just as everyone was preparing to wait at the door, Zu Ming appeared not far away.

"Yes, Master." Jingkong stood aside and didn't stop them.