This prince is a little sweet

I saw the white rabbit's eyes rolling around, and then while he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his head, he jumped up suddenly and landed lightly on the ground, then quickly kicked off his two hind legs, thinking To run outside the temple.

Xie Yuan quickly grabbed it from behind, the white rabbit arched in the snow, but couldn't move.Xu Shi knew it was Xie Yuan's fault, it turned around and barked at Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan picked it up, stroked the fluff on its back, and coaxed softly: "Little rabbit, be good, stop making trouble."

As he said, he took out some fruits from nowhere and put them in his hands. The white rabbit saw it at a glance, and no longer wanted to run out, but leaned on Xie Yuan's hand, and swallowed the fruits in his hand with a creak. into the stomach.

As if he wanted to rest after eating and drinking, under Xie Yuan's touch, it gradually calmed down, enjoying Xie Yuan's embrace with peace of mind.

The monk wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickly twirled the beads in his hand, and said, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, the poor rabbit in our temple has caused trouble to the benefactor."

The way this man spoke was very funny, Xie Yuan couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, and said in a warm voice: "It's okay, this rabbit has some spirit, and I like it very much, since it doesn't dislike me very much, let me hug it for a while How are you?"

The monk nodded hurriedly like pounding garlic, and then said embarrassingly: "My little monk Miaoxu, the almsgiver has done me a great favor, if you don't mind, come to our temple and have some tea."

Xie Yuan's heart moved slightly, and he said in surprise: "You are Miao Xu?"

The sun shines through the clouds, forming a bright circle on the top of Miaoxu's head, he nodded with a smile and said: "The little monk is Miaoxu, does the benefactor know the little monk?"

Hearing the name "Miaoxu", Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows calmly, and then said: "That's right, Master Miaoxu travels all over the world to promote Buddhism. I, an ordinary person, have admired his name for a long time. I am here to visit today. I would like to invite The master gives some pointers."

Miao Xu's eyes widened immediately, and then he said: "I never imagined that I would be able to wait for someone to visit me in my lifetime. It's really a blessing in my life. It seems that the benefactor and I are destined. Why don't you come to the temple to explain in detail?"

Xiao Heng wanted to stab him with a sentence or two, but he didn't expect this person to take it seriously. He couldn't help but chuckled, put his hands into his sleeves, and said in a playful tone: "Master, don't Being humble, throwing an arrow into the house, and the arrow hits three villages, isn't that a good skill?"

Miaoxu was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, said: "Don't dare to be, dare not be, those are just heretics, the monk is just a layman, the benefactor said that, it really upset me."

Xiao Heng was completely too lazy to talk nonsense with this monk who seemed to have no brains, so he said bluntly: "Tell me, you invited me to Qingmen Temple, what's the matter?"

Miaoxu frowned and thought for a while, and then said as if he had suddenly realized: "Oh, oh, oh! I see, since the benefactor said so, could the benefactor be Marquis Changping? I have admired your name for a long time, and I can see you today. It really is true. Extraordinary bearing, dignified appearance, absolutely extraordinary."

Xiao Heng resisted the urge to disassemble this man's brain to see if it was filled with paste, but just looked at him calmly, thinking to see what other tricks this man had.

Miao Xu didn't seem to be really stupid. After he was full of praise, he glanced at Xiao Heng with some guilt, then his tone sank, sighed, and said: "To tell the benefactor, in fact, I am just a Ghostwriter, there are others who want to find you, if the benefactor wants to see you, please come with me."

The author has something to say: Today is another day of trying to save the manuscript and being exhausted by the experiment 233

The plot is gradually on the right track~

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Following the path in the mountains, Xiao Heng and Xie Yuan followed Miaoxu to the depths of Qingmen Temple.This place is quite different from the front hall, the surroundings are completely silent, the monks worshiping the Buddha are either copying scriptures with their hands, or gently knocking on the wooden fish. When they see Miaoxu coming, they just say: "Amitabha", It seems that nothing in the outside world can disturb them.

After a while, the three of them arrived in front of a Buddhist hall.In the hall is enshrined a vajra with angry eyes. Although it looks cold and cold, it seems to be sympathetic to all living beings.And on the futon under the Vajra statue, an old monk in white was sitting on it, holding a Buddhist bead and looking as solemn as if he had entered meditation.

The red candles on the table were flickering, and smoke curled up from the incense burner.

Miaoxu clasped his hands respectfully and said: "Master, the guest has arrived."

Perhaps the Buddhist hall was too quiet, and the voice of Miaoxu talking to the old monk seemed to be tainted with a sense of Zen.

Hearing the words, the old monk turned his head, saluted Xiao Heng very slowly, and said, "Master Hou, I haven't seen you for many years, have you ever been well?"

Perhaps it was because of his hard work all the year round, although the old monk looked benevolent, he looked very thin, and his voice was hoarse and muddy, as if he had gone through vicissitudes.

Xiao Heng instinctively felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him, so he tentatively asked, "You said that...but where did you see me?"

The old monk smiled when he heard the words, and said: "The old monk's Dharma name is Jingkong."

Xiao Heng's pupils shrank slightly, as if there was an invisible thread in the dark, pulling all his memories together.

The founding emperor of the former dynasty was a merciful person. He believed in gods and Buddhas in his later years, so he built a temple in the capital dedicated to princes and nobles, named Dabaoen Temple.The incense is flourishing there, and there is an endless stream of tourists. For a long time, Buddhist disciples have been proud of being able to enter it for meditation.