[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

There are only four futons in the Zen room, a square table, and an old copper stove for burning incense.

The window is plain and unadorned, half-opened by a bamboo pole, revealing a monk holding a broom in the courtyard.The broom moves, the wind also moves, and the yellow leaves of the ginkgo tree are falling with the wind.

Master Tianhu was sitting on the futon, reading Sanwei's letter.

He is a very old monk, his hair and beard are almost white, he is wearing an ordinary jade-colored monk robe, and he does not have the majesty that the abbot of Shaolin Temple should have.But he just sat there quietly, but anyone who saw him couldn't help but bow his head respectfully.

Fang Tianzhi didn't bow his head.Instead, she sat cross-legged across from him, keeping her eyes soft and calm without saying a word.

After Tianhu read the letter, he said to him: "It turned out to be Junior Brother Xue Jing. The old man already understands what Master Uncle means. Please stay in the temple. Junior Brother is free to watch the Buddhist scriptures and martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion."

He has reached the age of Er Shun, perhaps his apprentice's apprentice is just the same age as Fang Tianzhi.But he called out the words "Junior Brother Xue Jing" lightly, his face was still calm, and there was no trace of embarrassment.

Master Fang unexpectedly discovered that his seniority was so high, but he was a little embarrassed.However, he is also a leader in the world of pretense, and he also lightly bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Tianhu."

He finally discovered that the thousand-year-old temple will always remain the same, but the painting style of the monk will change.

After more than ten years of absence, everyone in Shaolin Temple has become very fond of pretending, it is all the fault of this world!

Hearing the sound, Tianhu nodded slightly, and said to Fang Tian to the monk at the left rear: "Wuxiang, take Uncle Xuejing to live in the Zen room, and then guide him to have a look in the temple, so that he can recognize the way to go everywhere."

Wu Xiangben was holding the rosary, bowed his head deeply, raised his head when he heard the sound and said, "Yes, Master."

Fang Tianzhi stood up from the futon together with him, and said goodbye to Tianhu who had closed his eyes and sat in meditation again: "Thank you, senior brother."

Wuxiang is a young monk with an ordinary face and the youngest apprentice of Tianhu.He is well behaved, unsmiling, and guiding Fang Tian to visit the Shaolin Temple in front of him, he is also strict, with a calm attitude.Anyone who takes one look at him will probably know that he is a loyal monk who strictly abides by the rules and precepts.

Fang Tianzhi traveled to the ends of the earth, met countless people, and answered them politely.The two passed through several treasure halls, walked through the Xiaoxiao forest, and the vermilion wall between the roads, and came to a courtyard after a while.Fang Tianzhi slowly stepped up the white marble steps, suddenly he felt the past and old dreams overlapped, and saw a lush and beautiful ginkgo tree in his eyes.

Almost six people embraced the tree trunk, with towering branches and leaves covering the sun, under the gentle autumn wind, countless old ginkgo leaves rustled, the back leaves were white and brilliant like precious light, and the whirling sound was like Sanskrit.

Wu Xiang returned the gift to the two nephews who were sweeping the yellow leaves under the tree, and introduced: "This is Master Xue Jing, you should be called Master Uncles."

The two monks obviously didn't practice well enough, they looked at each other for a moment, and then said: "My little monk realized, understood, and met Master Xuejing's uncle."

Fang Tianzhi was also used to being called Master Uncle in the previous world, so he smiled slightly and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk is being polite."

Wuxiang pointed to the ginkgo tree again, and said: "This ginkgo tree is already a hundred years old, and the monks in the temple always take care of it."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help but sighed softly, "I know."

The two quietly watched the leaves fluttering and falling under the tree, and then moved away.

Not long after, Wu Xiang led him into a secluded Buddhist courtyard with flowers and trees, and said: "This is the place to receive distinguished guests in the temple, and most of them are uninhabited right now. Uncle and I have walked along the way, if you like it, you might as well Speak up."

Only then did Fang Tianzhi realize a slight difference.In the last world, this area was originally a retreat for the elders of the temple, but now it has become a place for hospitality.He wanted to see what Master Kongming's courtyard was like, so he smiled and said, "Master Wuxiang, this place is shaded by flowers and trees, and the paths are winding. Let's take a walk and take a look."

Wu Xiang respected his seniority and respected him as a guest, so he said, "Uncle Shi is himself."

Fang Tianzhi is too familiar with this place.He pretended to be walking, and after a short while, he walked outside Kongming's Zen courtyard.When we met again after a lifetime, I saw that this simple courtyard was in the same shape and structure, and there was still a sour jujube tree growing inside the fence around the courtyard.

Only now it is very different from before.

Because the inside and outside of this Zen courtyard are already full of fragrant chrysanthemums.

Outside the courtyard fence, there are light yellow or lavender flowers blooming among the green leaves, all of which are carefully cultivated rare species. White autumn chrysanthemum in snow.

The flowers in this garden are incomparably lonely and moving, but the first thing Fang Tianzhi saw was not flowers.

In the depths of the white flowers, there is a monk in white standing alone.

With his back to the two of them, holding a bamboo pot in his hand, he was watering the flowers quietly.Among the green branches and leaves, the autumn chrysanthemum blooms as quietly and cleanly as snow, but his monk robe is whiter than the snow, and his demeanor is brighter than the bright moon.

Wuxiang saw Fang Tianzhi's gaze, followed him, and greeted, "Junior Brother Wuhua."

Hearing the sound, the man carefully watered the pot of autumn chrysanthemums first, then looked back lightly, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wuxiang, what's the matter?"

Looking at the blooming flowers across the green fence, the two couldn't help being startled.

This monk named Wu Hua was only slightly older than Fang Tianzhi.

I saw his face is as beautiful as spring flowers, but his eyes are so noble and pure, just like green bamboo and autumn frost.He suddenly looked back among the snow-white flowers, and he was almost like a common man in an instant, making it impossible for people to feel blasphemy against his overly beautiful face.

Looking at each other, Wu Xiang said from the side again: "This is Master Xue Jing, just like you, he came to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion to observe scriptures and practice martial arts." Turning to look at Fang Tianzhi, "Master Xue Jing Uncle, Senior Brother Wuhua is a student of Master Tianfeng, the abbot of Putian South Shaolin, and he is currently living in the temple as a guest, studying Buddhism."

When Wu Hua heard the word "Xue Jing", her expression did not change at all, but her eyes fixed on Fang Tianzhi suddenly moved slightly.

Fang Tianzhi was in the midst of this flash of light, and suddenly his thoughts flashed, recalling the old events on the streets of Taiping Town, and secretly said: "It's him? He became a monk?"

At this time, Wuhua has slightly moved her eyes away.

He put down the flower pot, bowed lightly and said: "My little monk has no flowers, I have seen Master Xue Jing."

Fang Tianzhi saw that his temperament had changed drastically, as if he had changed into a different person, but he remained calm and replied with a smile: "Be polite."

Wuxiang said: "Right now only Junior Brother Wuhua lives in this monastery nearby, why don't Uncle Master live near the left, the two of you go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion to practice together, is it convenient for you to be a companion?"

Fang Tianzhi asked Wu Hua, "I don't know what you want?"

Wu Hua smiled slightly and said, "That's exactly what I mean. Please give me more advice in the future."

Fang Tianzhi lived next door to Wuhua.

That night, he thought about the various changes in Wu Hua, but after thinking about it for a while, he was relieved and didn't care about it.He went down the mountain this time, firstly to do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and secondly to improve martial arts, and all other things are just passing clouds.What's more, even if he sincerely repents, he has committed heinous crimes. For hundreds of years, isn't his behavior, temperament and mentality very different from before?

Fang Tianzhi didn't know about Wuhua's past experiences, but he had been a wasted ghost for so long, read sutras for so long, and did good deeds for so long, and gradually understood a truth——

As long as you are human, there will always be unbearable past events that you don't want people to speculate on, and sad and painful things that you don't want people to remember.

If you really want to help him, the best way is six words: I don't know, don't ask.

Judging from his current martial arts attainments, there is probably no one in the world who can do anything to him, so since the privacy of others has nothing to do with him, why not be considerate of others, as if he has never recognized or remembered it?

Therefore, from the second day onwards, Fang Tianzhi went to Jingge together with Wuhua openly and naturally.

It seemed that he had already completely forgotten the cold gaze in the restaurant.

Wuhua is the same as him, as if she has never seen him before.

In the beginning, the two were just like passers-by who met by chance, getting along in a polite and indifferent manner.Sometimes they go to Jingge together, or study martial arts by themselves, or grind and copy scriptures. Occasionally, they look at each other, and they smile slightly and nod their heads in greeting.

After more than a month, Wu Hua may have realized that Fang Tianzhi didn't really seem to recognize him, and he didn't have a hidden purpose of intimacy with him. When the two passed by between the bookshelves one day, he seemed to open his mouth inadvertently. I asked Fang Tianzhi for a scripture.Fang Tianzhi stopped when he heard the sound, and the two of them held bamboo slips and scrolls in their arms, and stood facing each other between two rows of blue cloth bookshelves, discussing Buddhism back and forth.

This discussion lasted from noon to dusk.

The afterglow of the sun shone obliquely in from the middle of the wooden grid on the window, and the long table futon, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as clothes and hemp shoes were all dyed with a faint light.The two talked again, and suddenly Qiqi was surprised that it was getting late, and he didn't know whether it was mutual admiration or a sudden connection, after staring at each other for a while, they slowly looked at each other and smiled.

Wuhua's smile is still as pure as snow, untainted by mortal dust, as if the Nine Heavens Immortal has compassion and pity for the world.But in the haze of the sun, Fang Tianzhi suddenly felt that behind his smile, there seemed to be an ordinary person standing in the world of mortals even though he admired himself aloofly.

After that day, the two often discussed the Dharma and Buddha.The place is no longer limited to the Sutra Pavilion, walking together to the dining hall, walking among the flowers and trees, sitting on the big rock, talking and laughing as usual everywhere.After getting along for a long time, the two got to know each other more and more. When it came to poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Fang Tianzhi knew that Wuhua was good at martial arts. He was good at playing the lyre. Character.

The most important thing is that he pretends to be so aggressive!

Fang Jiaozhu was born as the proud son of heaven. As early as when he was a real teenager, he was proficient in writing, martial arts, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had extraordinary attainments.However, he has been groping for many years about how monks should pretend to be forceful. Only after doing good deeds has he realized his innermost feelings, he gradually formed the unique style possessed by the divine form.

But Wuhua has only lived for more than ten years, and he has experienced tens of thousands of difficulties. Compared with Master Fang, he has mastered this skill without a teacher by simply relying on reading scriptures and practicing martial arts. He has improved his compulsion, and his strength cannot be underestimated. The leader above can't help but admire this from the bottom of his heart, and deeply envies that Putian South Shaolin is really rich, and his disciples can afford monk robes as white as snow, and they can use those carved with patterns and embedded with jade. Yaoqin...

Thinking back to when Master Fang was a master disciple of Shaolin, he was too generous!

Although it is still necessary to ask for alms, but he was also a player who could afford to wear a white monk's robe when he went out!Now that he lives in Dongxin Temple, he is so poor that he can only wear the cheapest and dirt-resistant indigo clothes. Fortunately, his compulsive style is already extraordinary. After the clothes are washed until they turn white, they can be worn on his clothes rack. The extraordinary effect of blue waves in the center of the lake and azure outside the mountains is something that ordinary people can't envy? !

After lingering in Shaolin Temple for several months like this, when the next spring came, the two of them seemed to know each other as friends.It's just that this close friend seems to be looking at each other across the water, and this friendship is like looking at flowers through a fog.

Fang Jiaozhu has long been an authentic Buddhist player. Although he appreciates Wuhua's demeanor and talent, he has no intention of crossing the river or dispersing the fog, just letting it flow.

On this day, the sun was covered by dark clouds, and not long after Fang Tianzhi entered the Sutra Pavilion, there was spring thunder rolling outside and a sudden shower.

The rain would not stop until dusk, when the wind slowed down and the thunder stopped, only the drizzle was like a curtain like a curtain, pattering in the white twilight, among the vermilion walls and green trees.

The two of them walked downstairs, they didn't rush into the rain and mist, but stood quietly under the eaves watching the rain.

Looking at it, Fang Tianzhi couldn't help but think of the newly practiced martial arts in his heart. When he was slightly lost in thought, Wuhua suddenly said warmly: "This rain falls from the clouds. It was originally clean and dust-free, but when it fell into the world, it was muddy. It becomes a puddle of dirty water. The world does not blame the dust and mud for polluting it, but blames him for splashing his clothes and shoes, which is really sad and deplorable."

When Fang Tianzhi heard the words, his heart moved slightly.

There is no other reason, Wuhua has known him for more than half a year, but he has never talked about his views on the world.

This is the first time.

The gurgle of rain under the eaves.

Fang Tianzhi didn't turn his head. He wanted to look at Wuhua's face, but his mind moved, and he thought to himself: "Maybe at this moment, he doesn't want to be watched. I shouldn't make things difficult for him." Standing side by side with Wu Hua just like before, staring at Mu Yu without moving.

After watching for a while, the rain became softer and softer. Fang Tianzhi could hear the sound of banging in the dining hall, and said, "Go and eat, you will be hungry if you are late."

Wuhua was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help but look sideways.

He seemed to have never expected Fang Tianzhi to say such a sentence after pondering for a while, and asked lightly, "What?"

The author has something to say: ha ha ha ha ha ha or

Master Fang: Brother, listen to my advice, go to dinner as soon as possible to be serious!Those animals can eat them! ! !

No flowers: ? "? ? ? ? ? ?