Quick travel god stick demeanor

The golden crow in the sky slowly flew high, and the shadows on the ground gradually became shorter.

The flow of water in the leak is as if time flies. In the quiet room, it is combined with the sound of flipping paper and pen dropping rice paper, beeping and rustling, which is very clear.

After listening to it for a long time, the melody of the repeating board at this moment also has its merits.

A potted white camellia by the wall is blooming just right now, seven of them are blooming, the mouth of each flower is big, with layers of double petals, like the faces of sweet smiling girls, and the fragrance is as light as the body of a girl. Fragrant, green and shy.

Xie Ange sat at the table near the window, carefully dismantled the thin bamboo tube, and flipped through the notes inside, which were densely written with mosquito-fly-sized characters.

Occasionally he frowned, sometimes he wrote down the order and sealed it in a bamboo tube. Under the transparent sunlight, the lines of his side face appeared clear and smooth.

From time to time, birds flew over and landed by the window.Xie Ange took off the bamboo tubes tied to their feet, tied new bamboo tubes on them, and patted their backs or wings lightly.

These common birds were extremely clever, grunting, pecking at the bird food prepared by Xie Ange, and sighing comfortably, as soon as they received a signal, they flapped their wings and flew into the sky, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Xie Ange's will was conveyed through each bird, covering the land of Kyushu like a spider web.

After all, people from the information age, Xie Ange is extremely convinced of the importance of information.

There is always a crazy taste in this world.

Emperor Wu of the Northern Qi Dynasty exterminated Buddhism, issued an edict to kill monks in various states, destroyed Buddha statues, burned scriptures, and prohibited the people from believing in Buddhism. None of the temples and pagodas in the country were spared.The harshness of its means is creepy.For a moment, blood flowed into the wild in the territory of Northern Qi, and all horses were silent.

When the princes of Nanliang rebelled, they coerced soldiers and civilians, mixed with high-ranking and poor scholars, and the flames of war swept across the southern states. The area where the fighting was most serious was almost empty, and even the royal family was almost wiped out.

After the hero ascended the throne, he slaughtered his brothers and sisters to death.When the heroine takes revenge, the patrilineal family is almost extinct.

Xie Ange had no choice but to guard against this kind of madness engraved into the bone marrow and soaked in the flesh and blood.

——It is better to prevent the passing of time than to regret it.

"Uncle Master." The young monk Huiru knocked on the wide open door.

Except when going to bed at night, Xie Ange usually didn't close the door. Such a fragile wooden door can't defend a gentleman but a villain, so don't bother.

Xie Ange's five senses were excellent, and he could hear Huiru's footsteps from a distance, and now he could smell the pine nuts on his body, probably because he had just eaten the pine nuts in front of the Daxiong Palace.

Without raising his head, and without stopping to write, he said, "Please come in."

"Uncle Master, the abbot asked you to find him." Huiru rushed in, saluted hurriedly as soon as she came in, and then found the target, staring intently at the bird at the window.

Round-headed and round-headed sparrows, whistling four-legged birds, long-tailed magpies, lively wagtails, and black starlings...

The chirping of birds is like a piece of natural music, which is very pleasant.

Xie Ange is not much older than Huiru, and usually doesn't like to put on airs. In front of him, Huiru is always very relaxed and easy to let herself go.

At this moment, Huiru's heart trembled at the cuteness of these birds, and she wished she could touch them.

"Hui Ru, Hui Ru." Mynah paced around the window, calling leisurely.

Huiru smiled foolishly, "Hey, starling." Turning her head, she flaunted, "Uncle Shi, look! Mynah calls me."

"This starling can learn to speak, and it often hears your dharma name. It's a fool if it doesn't know how to shout."

Xie Ange shook his head. He didn't have many things to deal with, so he quickly wrote the last stroke.

Then he picked up the snow-white paper and blew it, and the ink dried in an instant and disappeared from the paper. The paper was as white as if it had never been written on.

"Master, the old man asked me to find him for what?"

"A guest is here." Huiru tiptoed towards the window and lowered her voice when she answered.

Xie Ange walked to the back of the door, and there was a shelf with a copper basin and a towel on it, and the copper basin filled with clean water.

He washed his hands carefully, and with the sound of splashing water, he asked casually, "Oh? Where is the guest from?"

Xie Ange wiped his hands with a towel, but before hearing Huiru's answer, he turned his head and saw him holding his breath and going towards the birds nervously, and couldn't help laughing.

Closer, closer...closer.

Huiru only felt her heart pounding in her chest, and it was about to pop out of her throat.

He stretched out his evil hand to the pure and innocent birds! !

It's a pity that the birds were startled and flew away a second before our little monk Huiru touched the birds!

When the birds flew away, they left behind a pile of rice to show off.

The starling laughed wildly, and finally laughed mockingly, "Idiot, Huiru, idiot!"

The secret joy on Huiru's face froze, the smile on Huiru's face gradually disappeared, and finally showed a very mournful expression, with her head drooping several degrees.

Xie Ange pressed his fist to his lips very "pretentiously", coughed a few times, and held back his laughter with difficulty, so as not to hurt the self-esteem of this little nephew.

Fortunately, Huiru's attention was easily diverted by Xie Ange, and he asked with concern: "Master, are you suffering from a cold?"

"No, I just have a sore throat recently." Xie Ange said seriously.

"Recently, the days are warm and the nights are cold. Many juniors in the temple and many benefactors outside are all sick. Uncle Shi must guard against severe illness." Huiru raised her head and said seriously.

Xie Ange nodded, and said: "What you said is true, I will pay attention to it, and I must add clothes to keep warm."

Huiru scratched her head, "It's good that Shishu knows, I'll go to the Zhaitang and bring Shishu a bowl of ginger soup."

After speaking, without waiting for Xie Ange's answer, he stomped away.

After the cute little nephew ran away, Xie Ange couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing loudly.

***

There is a tall tea tree outside the abbot's house, which is lush and graceful.Its bark is mottled and vicissitudes, as if the traces left by the passing of time, but the shiny green leaves make people feel infinite vitality.

The old and the young, the old and the young, are perfectly blended in such a tree, and they are extremely harmonious.

Under the tea tree is a low table, several wooden blocks, and a small red clay stove. Two old men are sitting on the wooden blocks and talking.

The old abbot first picked up the copper pot on the stove, poured hot water on the tea set, then took out the Biluochun he had collected, and poured some of it into the teapot with a teaspoon.

"Look at my new tea this year!" The old abbot laughed.

"Biluochun tea is tightly knotted, curled like a snail, white hairs are exposed, silver green hidden green, good tea!"

Warming the cup, waking up the tea, brewing, and dividing the cups. After a series of actions, the old abbot is holding a sword that is not old yet, flowing like a scholar, very elegant.

The tea is boiling hot, and the tea leaves are flying up and down in the cup, like the sea of ​​clouds on Yuquan Mountain, and like the snow capped in the twelfth lunar month in Shengjing.

The freshly brewed tea is too hot to touch, so it is not suitable to put it in the mouth. The two carefully observe its color and smell its fragrance.

The old abbot's tea set is not a well-known tea set, but an ordinary blue and white porcelain tea set.And the Biluochun soup is green and clear, reflecting the white ceramics, like spring rain washing the sky, and the clear water reflecting the sea of ​​clouds, which is very beautiful.

The two chatted freely with the fragrance of the breeze and tea, and it didn't take long for the topic to go all over the place.

Slowly, the temperature of the tea dropped, and the two picked up the teacups and tasted it.

After tasting, the guests praised: "No wonder people say 'copper wire, spiral shape, full of hair, floral and fruity, fresh and refreshing', which is worthy of the name."

"I have good disciples, far better than this tea." The old abbot said proudly.

The guest patted his thigh: "But the Buddha who was born in the palace?"

"That's right." The old abbot nodded reservedly.

"I heard that the Buddha was able to speak eloquently at the age of one, became enlightened at the age of three, stargazing and divination at the age of six, discussed the scriptures with you at the age of nine, and did not fall behind. From the age of ten, he taught the scriptures in the scripture hall and enlightened fellow disciples. Is it so? "

There was a strange smile on the face of the old abbot, which was mixed with pride, pride, joy, worry, fear and other emotions, which were too complicated for the guests to distinguish.

He nodded, and quietly said: "Yes. The Buddha's wisdom is beyond comparison."

The guest said bluntly: "I am a mortal body, so naturally I am not as good as a Buddha." Suddenly, he changed the subject, "Old friend, you were not kind back then! Hey, if I walk a few steps faster, the Buddha flower It's not certain who will fall into it!"

The old abbot shook his head: "Not necessarily."

The guest was about to break the casserole and ask the truth, but the old abbot pretended to be stupid and didn't want to say much about it.

At this time, Xie Ange arrived.

The author has something to say:

The song "Young Heroes" on Douyin is really fun. The group of young monks in it are so cute. I kept thinking about this video when I was writing Huiru... 乛v乛hehe

The author is not particular about drinking tea, but in order to force the style, I asked Du Niang←_←

Well, the exam week is coming, I will take about two weeks off →_→

I will make it up after the exam, raise your hand to promise

Also, thank you little angel for the nutrient solution, okay~(^з^)-☆

读者“宁歌”,灌溉营养液12018-06-0508:56:33