She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

"...Subhuti, the Tathagata says that all motes of dust are not motes of dust. They are called motes of dust. The Tathagata says that the world is not a world. It is called the world... The Tathagata says that the thirty-two characteristics are right and wrong. These are called the thirty-two characteristics. …If there are people who receive and uphold even four verses of this sutra and preach it to others, they will be blessed greatly.”

Zen Master Mingtong's voice was slow and calm, like pure wine that had been brewing for hundreds of years.

He recited the verses and then began to explain the specific meaning of the verses.

After the explanation, someone asked: "Zen Master, what are the thirty-two signs?"

"The thirty-two signs mentioned in the sutra include the Ox King's Eyes. In the countless worlds, he is willing to use his good eyes to see all living beings..."

He talked to each other in detail.

Qiao Zhenzhen listened very seriously. If she was only interested in it before, after time travel, she had the urge to study in depth the theories of Buddhism and Taoism.

To her, the world came into being because of her.

It is real, but not real.

This life is not a kind of experience.

"These are the thirty-two appearances of all Buddhas. However, in everyone's eyes, the Buddha has his own appearance. What you see is your appearance, and what he sees is his appearance. The appearance of the body does not matter good or bad. The Buddha only serves to guide all living beings to understand. The mind sees the nature, rather than letting everyone be attached to the appearance.”

Someone else asked, "Zen Master, what are the so-called four lines of gatha?"

Zen Master Mingtong smiled.

"In the Diamond Sutra, it is not clear which four sentences it is, but it is generally believed that the first sentence is: All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in dreams, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such."

"The second sentence is that all appearances are false. If you see all appearances but no appearance, you will see the Tathagata."

"The third sentence is, if you see me with my form and seek me with my voice, you will follow the wrong path and will not be able to see the Tathagata."

"The fourth sentence is, there should be no place to live but the mind should be born."

Qiao Zhenzhen thought of the "Qing Jing Sutra" she had read, and the central ideas seemed to be the same.

Ten Wan had already woken up by this time, lying on her lap, listening intently to the old Zen master's sermon.

Animals that can enlighten themselves are more spiritual than ordinary people.

Since ancient times, there have been people who have grown up listening to Buddhist scriptures and practicing Buddhism.

Qiao Zhenzhen saw serious people around her and brought pen and paper to record.

Zen Master Mingtong said: "Actually, no matter which sentences it is, the essence of the Diamond Sutra is just to tell the world to 'let go of attachments'."

As he spoke, his eyes lightly glanced in the direction of Wei Yunzhi and Tang Anning, who were sitting in the front row.

Qiao Zhenzhen was not aware of this and listened carefully to the whole scene.

Just when she was about to leave, a young novice monk, about thirteen or fourteen years old, walked up to her, clasped his hands and said, "Female donor, please stay. Uncle Master, please come to the Zen room for a while."

She did not leave with the young novice immediately, but asked: "Master-uncle? I don't know your master-uncle."

The young novice monk rarely had contact with women, and she was such a beautiful girl. He didn't dare to look at Qiao Zhenzhen's face. He lowered his head slightly and said, "This is the great uncle of Master Ming Tong who just lectured."

Qiao Zhenzhen said unexpectedly: "Does he have anything to do with me?"

"The young monk doesn't know."

The little novice shook his head.

Qiao Zhenzhen thought about the possibility of a conspiracy. After all, she had just had a conflict with Tang Anning in the morning.

She asked Ten Wan: "Shall we go?"

"Go, what are you afraid of in a temple? There are many monks in this temple." Shiwan emphasized, "And I'm here."

Qiao Zhenzhen thought for a moment and said to the young novice: "Young master, please be anxious. I want to go back to the yard to change clothes first."

Because she was listening to the scriptures, she didn't bring any escorts. There were only a few weak women following her, but she still felt uneasy.

"There's no rush, the donor is free to do whatever he wants."

Seeing the little novice monk's attitude, Qiao Zhenzhen felt that she might be a bit dissatisfied.

But she still went back to the rented yard first and changed out of the cumbersome dress that was mopping the floor into something neater with narrow sleeves.

When Mrs. Wu heard that it was Zen Master Mingtong who invited her to speak, she was overjoyed.

Qiao Zhenzhen ordered four guards to follow her.

Under the leadership of the young novice, several people went to the west courtyard opposite the east courtyard.

The east side is for pilgrims, while the west side is for the monks in the temple.

Zen Master Mingtong's Zen room was hidden quite deep, and the group followed the little novice monk for a long time.

From crowded to sparsely populated, we finally reached our destination.

There are quite a few winding paths leading to a secluded place, and it feels like a Zen room with deep flowers and trees.

There is an old ginkgo tree in the yard. At this time of year, its leaves are lush and green, covering most of the sky above the yard.

Several guards and Erxiang were waiting outside the Zen room. Qiao Zhenzhen was led in with Ten Wan in her arms.

An old man wearing only ordinary gray silk clothes had his back to them and was looking at a portrait of Guanyin hanging on the wall.

The young novice said goodbye to Zen Master Mingtong and left.

The old Zen master turned around.

If she hadn't known that she was here to see Zen Master Mingtong, Qiao Zhenzhen would have thought she was just an ordinary monk.

After taking off the shining golden cassock, the person who was originally solemn and unapproachable has become friendly.

Still smiling kindly, Zen Master Mingtong led her into a Zen room inside.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Donor Mo, please sit down."

The two sat opposite each other on the soft couch by the window, and Zen Master Mingtong personally made tea for Qiao Zhenzhen.

Qiao Zhenzhen couldn't say she was flattered, she just felt it was impolite to ask the old man to take action. She had no specific idea of ​​how Zen Master Mingtong became famous in Dashun.

She wanted to say that I should do it, but in front of a complete stranger and an eminent monk, she was a little unable to open her mouth.

Light yellow tea soup was poured into the white porcelain tea cup.

Zen Master Mingtong put down the teapot, clasped his hands and said to Qiao Zhenzhen: "I want to thank the donor for the sake of all the people in the world."

Qiao Zhenzhen was startled, and Ten Wan in her arms also stared at Zen Master Mingtong with round copper bell-like eyes.

Qiao Zhenzhen composed herself, "I don't understand what Zen Master means."

Zen Master Mingtong looked at her, the corners of his mouth curved softly.

It was as if through Qiao Zhenzhen's eyes, he understood everything.

"When should we start talking about this matter... Thirteen, no, it should be fourteen years ago. One day, I suddenly discovered that my eyes could see through people's past and future."

Qiao Zhenzhen's eyes showed shock.

She looked at Ten Wan, "Didn't you say that the level of this world is very low and there are no supernatural events?"

Ten Wan also looked at her, "I don't know either?"

Was the time fourteen years ago when Mo Yuying was born?

"Originally, I only thought that I had such abilities only after practicing cultivation." Zen Master Mingtong sighed softly, "But that's not the case. That year I discovered that people's fate will end in the fifteenth year of Kant. That’s this year.”

Zen Master Mingtong looked at many people. He originally thought that his abilities were limited and he could not see the longer-term future. Later, he gradually realized that the fate of everyone will fall into endless darkness this year.

Qiao Zhenzhen's heart skipped a beat.

Ten Wan looked at Qiao Zhenzhen, "He is quite capable. The theory is correct. If you didn't come, the world would have been destroyed on the day Mo Yuying hanged himself."

"Well, can we reveal our identities? Did your department wipe it out or something?"

"We haven't wiped it out, but if the mission leader goes around shouting, he may be wiped out by others."

"...makes sense."

"God has given me this ability, but I don't know what I can do to save the world." Zen Master Mingtong sighed softly, "There was a time when I was very confused."

Qiao Zhenzhen thought of some doomsday prophecies in her hometown.

Whether it's true or false, in fact, ordinary people can only wait and have no choice.