Fairy strokes my top

Yu Xuanji smiled warmly and said, "Okay."

Walking on the street, Yu Xuanji suddenly pointed to an old lady selling sweet corn, and he asked Quan Chanbing with his nose twitching: "It smells so good, Master, are you hungry?"

Quan Chanbing also smelled the scent of corn on the cob wrapped in rough green onion leaves, and many passers-by turned their eyes away with greed. He originally planned to say no to eating, but he still said to Yu Xuanji, "Pick a small one." .” Just taste it.

Yu Xuanji knew it without saying a word, he handed the sword to the master, and ran across the road without saying a word.

He knew what Quan Chanbing was thinking. What they heard, saw, smelled, stepped on, and disturbed their ears might be fake, but what they ate might be true, but Yu Xuanji thought shamelessly. , the most likely is not this, it is not eating for nothing, maybe the money bag has not been touched outside, and then it is just time to hold the money bag and think about the things here.

The young man took out a small one, and braving the fresh air just out of the cage, he pulled a piece of oiled paper and wrapped it up for the guests quickly.

Yu Xuanji thanked him repeatedly, but before he crossed the road, the carriage squeaked, and a vehicle slammed into it. After passing a section of the road in a hurry, it suddenly stopped in the middle of the smoke and dust!

Everything was so real, a corner of his clothes was hanging off.

What surprised him even more was that when he came back to his senses, Yu Xuanji was standing at the three-way intersection with heavy traffic. He was stunned. The corn on the cob was still hot, but his master had disappeared under his nose!

Yu Xuanji didn't stop at one step, and immediately turned onto another road. The one who most likely aroused the master's curiosity was himself. Soon, he walked on a bluestone and brick road, but he still didn't see Quan Chanbing.

A layer of gloom gradually spread over the lower part of Yu Xuanji's eyelids, and those who ran past him couldn't help but turn their heads to look at this person who was sluggish in the middle of the road.

Xuanyi flickered, her hair was blown, Yu Xuanji's air surged, and the dark mantra on her neck became thicker and thicker. Compared with the previous relaxed spirit, there was a cloud of dark air, as if this person did not belong to this world. Like a real person.

Yu Xuanji gently wiped his forehead with two fingers, and he called softly, "Ask the Immortal!"

On the other side, Yu Xuanji and Xuan Cheng rushed to the gate of the temple in different ways along the way.

Xuan Cheng teased: "Whether it's a man or a woman, if it's a man, I won't go, and it can save you a lot of money."

Right above their heads, there is a plaque "Jia... Temple".

Xuancheng read it from the left, and read it back from the right, smacking his lips: "What a long name. It is indeed the only Buddhist holy sect in the world. I heard that the name was changed earlier, and the plaque is still hanging there. Listen. It is said that this sect is connected to the Nine Heavens, the place where these monks stand is the Three Heavens, the scripture building is connected to the Five Heavens, which is the Dao of Immortals, and the backyard of the temple, where the disciples live, is the Seventh Heaven Yes, the great masters are also in the seventh heaven, their Buddhas are exquisite, and the world respects them as "half immortals on the mortal earth."

Jia... Temple is a sacred place where monks from all over the world flock to, and it is a "respectful land" for Buddhists and Taoists to practice Zen and enlightenment. Master.

Yu Xuanji looked up the mountain with no expression on his face.

Xuancheng was thinking in a mess, thinking about that master Jialan, if this person is a young and beautiful woman, it would be interesting, she was wearing a beautiful skirt, and she turned to see Chun Rixia's careless face: "Yu Xuanji, you It would be interesting to say that the master is a female half-immortal, but does that little monk have such a blessing?"

Yu Xuanji said: "You go up and grab a little novice monk and ask him. If you ask 'yes', you go up. If you say 'no', just carry my sword and wait for me to come down."

"Why do you always let me hold the sword?"

"Hold it for the time being. When I recognize him one day and he surrenders to me, you will retire. Besides, if I have something to ask Master Jialan, I will go up the mountain to release the sword."

It's a pity that they didn't want to fight, and the two of them watched the novice shamans staggered, slashed and crossed, and lay down on the ground with ease. The two stepped over each other step by step, and Xuancheng walked to a place where there was no one. The four sides repeatedly checked their heads: "Sin, sin."

Inside the high hall.

Above the golden hall, there are octagonal pagodas with dense eaves and corners, cast black copper lacquer, and the ashes in the inner niche are heavy with mist. On the eight sides starting from the eight corners, each side is hung with a twelve-foot-long niche Buddha curtain. The high hanging beam hangs down, and the silk swims, white and transparent.

The copper string sound seems to be transmitted to the human ear from the nine heavens, bringing immeasurable merit.

Yu Xuanji slapped the black iron long sword into the square in front of the Xiongdian.

Asking the immortal to grab the clouds to cover the sun, swallowing the mountains and rivers, the black gold is deeply inserted into the earth's crust, the end of the sword hits the slate brick, but it is not stained, and the owner of the sword in the temple is unaware of any inappropriateness in the temple, the red ribbon on the man's waist is enchanting , Weiran rides the wind.

Yu Xuanji shook his shoulders, turned half of his body, and approached the lamp stand behind him. Under the tall lamp stand was a coffin. Inside the coffin lay a Zen master. The Zen master was dying. His sleeves had just been tidied up. He was quiet. Lying in it, compatible and clean.

Perhaps just now this person is accepting sutra chanting, and the five desires and six thoughts of the previous life are drifting away to the ultimate bliss.

Yu Xuanji's demeanor was calm, he stared at the old monk's withered face, although he couldn't meditate purely and say a word of Prajna like those little boys, but he felt that since he came, it meant that he was a person with karma.

We should respect this place where we worship the Buddha with a pure heart.

Yu Xuanji opened his eyes, stern brows, slightly raised mouth corners, complex expressions on his face, and long eyelashes. Only a few people could see Yu Xuanji hugging his chest and holding his sword, but they didn't know what he was staring at. What are the people on Huangquan Road thinking.

"If Sister Lan Sang comes back, you can take her here to have a look. I wonder if it can relieve some pain?" Yu Xuanji smiled at the long coffin newspaper.

Yu Xuanji crossed his body, stroking the texture on the temple wall with five fingers, walked around the bell and drum, and finally walked around between the two symmetrical bells and drums on the left and right in the hall, put his palms together, and bowed to the Buddha.

"Master Jialan is discussing the Vinaya Canon in the Pantheon, and teaching the pilgrims in the town to practice sitting meditation. When the bell strikes three times, it will be over. Please wait a moment, the benefactor." A gray-clothed monk came over.

Yu Xuanji withdrew his floating eyes: "Thank you mage, if it's inconvenient, I can go and visit on my own."

The mage opened his arms: "Then please come with me."

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Here's the thing.

They came up to look for Master Jialan, halfway up the mountain, they saw a man who came out of the other garden behind them with a book in his arms, no matter whether they found someone to guide the way or find a place to rest their feet, they couldn't walk in the mountains like a blind man. .

Xuan Cheng thought about it. At that time, their attitudes were modest and humble, and Nuonuo bowed his head. He thought it was very appropriate, although now it seems that what he did was wrong.

Naihe said that the monks would not tell lies, the little novice said to them: "Master Jialan? No, no."

second person.

Yu Xuanji asked him, "Master Jialan?"

"Oh, Master Jialan." The little novice left with his head down.

third person.

"Master Jialan? I know." The little monk said.

"Then can you please show me the way? We want to find a master to talk about Buddhism." Talking about Buddhism, people often come to challenge us, and they have a lot of intentions.

The little monk simply said: "No."

……

sixth person.

Of course, this person was the pilgrim man who they had been eyeing for a while after worshiping the Bodhisattva in the treasure hall.

"Master Jialan? Isn't this in the lobby inside? Everyone has no time to come out and listen to his lecture inside!"

Then Xuancheng and Yu Xuanji really want to confirm it, and they must visit. In front of the closed Zhumen, after finally seeing the three words "not welcome" on the bald door hanging in the air and clinging to the staff, the two I finally realized that it was not the problem of those little novice monks, but their own problem.

Unexpectedly, one day, even in the four major Buddhist sects that are on land, they will meet the old-fashioned bull-nosed Taoist with open eyes and nonsense.

The meditation room in the side hall is one foot square, clean and tidy.

On the low table were several volumes of scriptures and treatises on Buddhist teachings, as well as common sayings and Buddhist sayings used in teaching. Jialan sat in strict clothes under the narrow oil lamp, and when he saw Yu Xuanji coming, he waved to him.

"Please sit down."

Garan stared at a tall man, walked in in a daze and bowed respectfully: "Master Jialan."

Galan nodded.

"It's very quiet here." Garland said, "I think the benefactor would prefer to find a quiet place to talk."

Yu Xuanji went straight to the point: "Thank you, and please don't talk to a third person about our conversation today."

Jia Lan said slowly: "The wind of asking about Buddha in the small town is at its peak. Donors can rest assured. There are many disciples outside the mountain. They are all confused and disturbed by common things. Since the poor monk respects this position, he must guard it. Chide." He paused, "What does the benefactor want to hear from this old monk? But it doesn't matter."

Yu Xuanji blinked at Jia Lan. Jia Lan was very young, not commensurate with his age: "I have a heart knot."

Jialan twirled the Buddha beads: "There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, resentment and resentment, not being able to ask, not letting go, benefactor, what is your knot?"

The Buddha beads have long lost their brilliance, and they have passed under the hands of Jialan's cassock for more than a hundred years. Now, Jialan's eyes are stable and his body is straight. He waits patiently for Yu Xuanji's answer, so peaceful, as if everything at this time Storms and winds are unstoppable.

The two talked for a long time, but the words they talked were very few, and most of them were silent.

Yu Xuanji bowed his shoulders.

I don't know when, the young monk started to speak again. It seems that words are not words. .

I still remember that before him, he looked at those monks knocking on their daily wooden fish with a string of prayer beads, a book of Buddhist scriptures, and a green lamp. The word "Buddha" means that they can really achieve what the Buddha said without dirt and purity, neither joy nor sorrow, and undefeated in their hearts.

Yu Xuanji raised his head, silently, the person in front of him did indeed look very young, but his voice was shattering, obviously he didn't look like he had lived for 20 years.

bang—

At the next moment, Yu Xuanji held out his hand, fingers like knives, and rested on half of Jialan's arm. In the palm of his knocked open hand, Jialan was tightly holding a string of prayer beads engraved with scriptures.