Hibiscus Moon

It will be more than ten days until Buyue can take care of himself. During these ten days, he has been oppressed and insulted by Xia Yunfeng in various words, and Bai Ning's cooperation with the seamless clothes made it worse. I have a strong endurance, and I don't know how many times I have to commit suicide in shame and anger!

However, Nanpu has always maintained a cold expression, as if everything is just a speck in the world in his eyes, and the waves are calm.

The blue eyes of the person next to him are always full of fire, and seem to be full of water. He can chat and laugh with others as if nothing had happened, and then become as cold as ice in an instant, watching It was as if icebergs were burning in Nanpu's eyes.

He is always so contradictory, like he can beat Nanpu seriously with a backhand palm, but he has to take care of him with great distress and love, but no matter what he does, there is only cold disgust in Nanpu's eyes, so he is angry again , and then severely injured him...

Bai Ning tearfully scolded him as a bad person, but Ying Changtian laughed wildly. He said that even if he was a bad person, it was better than being unintentional.

When he said this, he looked at Nanpu, and Nanpu met his gaze, becoming more and more indifferent.

Buyue finally understands his contradiction, but it is a gloating mood. All kinds of things in the world, he likes to see love and hatred most, are all sorrows out of nothing, and people's hearts are the most intriguing.

The horseshoe walks slowly all the way, the fireworks are romantic, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the water in Yanyan summer is the most affectionate, soft, and it goes around all the way, bringing infinite scenery and beauty.

He asked Xia Yunfeng where he was going, but Xia Yunfeng didn't tell him anymore, he just said that the world is boundless, and there is always a Buddha's pure land.

So, the carriage stopped in front of a temple.

Could it be that Xia Yunfeng wanted to send him to become a monk?

Buyue's heart trembled, and she quickly shouted: "Xia Yunfeng! What are you going to do?"

Xia Yunfeng said: "Why are you nervous?"

"Just... even if I don't lift, you can't let me become a monk!"

Xia Yunfeng said: "You have committed too many evils, you should wash away your sins in the Buddhist Pure Land and start a new life."

Buyue giggled and said, "I've changed my mind now, don't I need to shave my hair to become a monk?"

Bai Ning said, "Ah Yue, it's good to be a monk, so that no one will know that you're not doing it."

Buyue: "..." He felt another mouthful of blood gushing from his throat!

When looking at Bai Ning, Xia Yunfeng had already opened the curtain and got out of the car.

Outside the car door, the three big characters of "Anren Temple" are strong and simple among the green pines and green bamboos, as if they have solidified the meaning of Prajna Zen. Empty and lonely.

Xia Yunfeng walked up to a little novice monk: "This little master, if I want to visit your monastery for something, I can't see the master, please send me a message."

The little novice raised his head, with a round face and a smile on his face: "This benefactor, unfortunately, I didn't see my uncle went away early in the morning the day before yesterday."

"Please trouble little master, can you tell where the master has gone?"

"This..." The little novice hesitated, looked at the people behind him, and paused on Buyue's face for a while, before bowing his head and calling the Buddha's name, "Forgive me, the poor monk, I'm sorry I can't tell you."

Xia Yunfeng paused for a moment, then asked again: "Is Master Guangyuan in the temple?"

"Master Uncle Guangyuan went into retreat yesterday."

"Where is Master Guangfa?"

"Uncle Guangfa went to meet friends today, and he is not in the temple."

"Then..." Xia Yunfeng paused, quite helplessly, "Is the IQ master here?"

"Alas...it's a coincidence that Master IQ passed away yesterday."

"Pfft..." Bai Ning covered her mouth and laughed, "In such a big temple of yours, whoever is not there, why don't you tell me who else is in the temple, could it be just you little masters who sweep the floor?"

The little novice bowed his head again and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the little monk is also wondering, there are more than 30 masters and uncles in the temple, why does this benefactor only choose those who are not in the temple to ask?"

Buyue raised her eyebrows, but smiled silently.

"Amitabha." A gentle Buddha's name came from the door, and then a monk in a red cassock came slowly. He was about 25 or six years old, tall and thin, with a face like a crescent moon, and eyes as clear as snow. Looking at those eyes for a while, there is an indescribable warmth and mellowness, just like the eyes of a Buddha who is slightly closed, looking at all living beings indifferently.

Seeing those little novice monks, they called out "Master" in unison, Xia Yunfeng's face softened a little, and he also saluted: "Master Zhiyuan."

Buyue raised her eyebrows again, even though he had never seen him before, he had also heard about Master Zhiyuan, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, saying how profound his Buddhism is, how superb his martial arts is, and how kind and benevolent he is , I never thought that he was such a young and handsome monk.

Anren Temple has a lot of old monks with profound cultivation, how could it be his turn to be the host of the younger generation?

Aware of Buyue's probing eyes, Zhiyuan smiled at him, with a gentle smile and thin eyebrows, with an indescribable taste, making people feel gentle and comfortable for no reason, like a quiet and quiet Buddha fragrant.

Only then did Zhiyuan look at Xia Yunfeng: "Early this morning, there were magpies chirping over the poor monk's window, and there must be distinguished guests coming from far away. Little benefactor Xia, are you all right?"

"Thanks to the master, everything is fine in Xia. It's just that when I came here this time, I wanted to visit the master, but unexpectedly he went far away."

"I don't see that Junior Brother has indeed gone out the day before yesterday. Since Master Xia is here, why don't you drink a cup of tea in the temple and sit down for a while?"

"Thank you, Master."

Zhiyuan said to Buyue and others again: "If you don't think the temple is simple, please come in and have a cup of tea?"

"Thank you."

Ying Changtian said lightly, and the pair of blue eyes in the deep eye sockets were also light.

Zhiyuan returned a salute and then led the way ahead.

In the Zen room, which is not too big or small, there are a few teacups on a low table with curved feet, and some futons beside it. There are two characters on the walls on each side, one is a huge "Zen" character, and the other is But it is a verse: "All things are impermanent, and they are the law of birth and death. Birth and death are gone, and peace and death are joy."

Buyue glanced at it, but didn't see what it meant. In this Buddhism, there are always some deep meanings that cannot be seen through, just like the monk Zhiyuan.

The sun was shining brightly outside the house, and Cicada called out again and again, in the illusory loneliness, talking to the Buddha to listen.

Xia Yunfeng and Zhiyuan did not know where to drink tea and talk about Zen.

Bai Ning had boiled the most common tea until it was full of fragrance, Bu Yue couldn't wait to take a bowl, but it was too hot to drink; Ying Tianchang also held the tea bowl and smelled it carefully, but his deep blue eyes were like Like a blade, he stared at Nanpu sitting in front of the Buddha statue.

The man has been kneeling here and staring at the Buddha statue since entering the room, his indifferent face is still indifferent, and the faint fragrance of Buddha has never faded the loneliness and coldness on his body, like a cold stone sculpture.

Ying Tianchang said that he had no heart, wondering if the Buddha could give him a heart of love and righteousness?

So I don't know how long it took, and as the sun sank, Xia Yunfeng appeared with a body full of Buddha's fragrance, his resolute face was stained with a little kindness, and his sword eyebrows were stretched, as if washed by the Buddha's will.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stage. Originally there is nothing, where can it cause dust."

The sound of the cicadas was over, his clear voice swayed in the suddenly silent meditation room, the fragrance of Buddha wafted in, and the meaning of the Zen words was far away. Buyue suddenly raised his head, just in time for the two neat lines of black and white.

The author has something to say:

Cough cough, please don't pay attention to the name of GF and IQ. The baby's name is incompetent, so let's be more casual, and... because of the magic horse, everyone just reads the text and doesn't say a word!At any rate, let me give you a shout, everyone's encouragement is the driving force for Linglong's writing!Ask for comments, ask for bubbling, please~~~~~