The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 151 King Kong (Part 1)

At the beginning of August, the trees are full of Albizia julibrissin flowers, and the light pink inflorescences flutter in the wind, pure and charming, and graceful.

Everyone was busy taking pictures, and Jingfeng was introducing the origin of this ancient tree: This acacia tree has a history of more than 300 years, and it was valued by Master Yanwen himself. There are no Albizia julienne flowers, and the acacia tree is empty. It also symbolizes eternal love and a happy husband and wife. If you have a wish, or want to seek marriage, you can write it sincerely on the prayer belt and tie it to the trunk. Be good, pray sincerely, and you will eventually seek benevolence and get benevolence.”

Jingzhen held a stack of prayer tapes and distributed them to everyone. Standing in front of this ancient tree, smelling the curling sandalwood, the sound of wooden fish not far away, bathed in the morning bell and evening drum, that impetuous heart in the world seemed to be Quiet for an instant.

Qu Feitai glanced at the mirror, tightly clutching the red silk in his hand.

Senior Sister. Jingzhen looked up at Mingjing, and handed the blessing belt to her hand.

Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: I don't need it.

Nothing to worry about, nothing to ask for.

Jing Zhen followed her gaze, and those people either frowned in deep thought, or were full of expectations, some prayed for a happy husband, and some prayed for the well-being of their parents.

In the vast world, there are all kinds of beings, thousands of people with thousands of faces, and hundreds of people with different natures.

Jingzhen nodded: I see, Senior Sister.

Ye Zhen happily wrote on the prayer belt, and when she looked up, she saw Ming Jing standing there calmly, and asked curiously, Didn't you ask for anything?

How can a person live without desires in this world.

Wouldn't it be better to ask for a good husband? It would be nice to have a couple for a lifetime. Ye Zhen said subconsciously and glanced at Qu Feitai who was standing not far away. Qu Feitai looked at the ribbon in his hand and then looked at it. Mingjing, the meaning is already very clear.

This silly boy, who fell in love with Ding Jing, was destined to be hurt by love.

A couple for a lifetime? Ming Jing murmured, and then smiled softly, the smile was as light as clouds.

At this time, Jing Yun came towards him, and as soon as he approached, the girls muttered, and the crowd began to commotion.

Qu Feitai is already tall enough, but he is as tall as Qu Feitai, wearing monk robes looks so good...

Did he go to Mingjing? Sure enough, even monks look at their faces?

...

Ye Zhen was speechless for a while listening to those nympho voices.

Although this monk is indeed handsome, the key point is that he has a sense of nobility, like a prince.

Junior Sister Mingjing, Master has an invitation. Jing Yun said with a smile.

When he smiled, his eyes became more narrow and elongated, and the tails of his eyes were slightly hooked, which turned out to be amorous peach blossom eyes, but his eyes were clear and compassionate, and he always smiled half-heartedly when he saw people.

Ming Jing nodded and left with him.

As soon as the two left, the crowd exploded.

Isn't Jingyun's master Master Jueming? Master Jueming wants to meet the mirror? Why?

Do you know how many dignitaries and dignitaries who came to visit Master Jueming were turned away? What is the charm of this bright mirror that the disciple of Master Jueming came to invite him in person?

This mirror doesn't have any background, does it? After all, we didn't offend her, did we?

Xiao Wenwen froze for a moment, frowning, it was just a bunch of bald donkeys, why did she praise her so highly.

Qu Feitai frowned subconsciously: Mingjing....

For some reason, when she left, he always felt uneasy.

Mingjing didn't stop, followed Jingyun and turned around the Temple of Heavenly Kings, but disappeared.

Bypassing the Temple of Heavenly Kings, you will have a wide view, facing the main hall square. A hundred meters away, the golden dome of the main hall is majestic and shining in the sun. On the right side of the square are the Sansheng Temple Dizang Hall and the Jialan Temple, and on the left is the West Sansheng Temple As well as the Patriarch Hall, it can be seen that Hanshan Temple is large in scale and prosperous in incense, and it is worthy of being the number one ancient temple in the south.

The Arhat Hall guards the Daxiong Hall and the Bodhisattva Hall on the left and the right, and behind the Daxiong Hall are the Sutra Hall, the Dharma Hall and the Zen Room.

On the left and right sides of this central axis, there are monks' rooms, tea halls and guest halls, which are places for monks to rest daily. The abbot's room is in the northwest corner, next to the warehouse.

Ming Jing heard the sound of chanting sutras from the meditation hall not far away, floating leisurely between the sky and the earth.

Master, the guests have arrived. Jing Yun said outside the door.

Ming Jing saw that the meditation room was tightly closed, and a deep and deep voice came from inside, Please come in.

Jingyun opened the door, Mingjing stared at the Sutra Lecture Picture of Master Yanwen hanging on the opposite side, stretched out his hand to brush the hem of his skirt, and walked in calmly.

Jingyun closed the door and stood guard at the door.

The so-called abbot's room has a very simple layout. A real outsider has nothing to worry about. He can eat porridge, eat a meal, sit and lie down, a pot of tea, a game of chess, and a scroll of scriptures are enough.

Master Jueming sat on the futon, with a string of simple Buddhist beads in his hands, looking at it with a smile.

Ming Jing looked at him quietly. He was in his fifties, thin and thin, wearing a gray monk robe. His face was like a full moon, the sky was full, the ground was round, his eyebrows were sacred and compassionate, and his eyes were full of wisdom. Dulwich light.

His skin is fair, and his eyes and lips are smiling, which makes people feel happy.

It is said in the Avatamsaka Sutra: May all living beings have the face free from anger and anger, the face of all dharmas, the face without obstacles, the face of good encounters, the face of purity, the face of being free from faults, the face of Tathagata perfection, and the face that pervades all places. , get infinite good side.

Cultivate the face of the Tathagata, and the three karma will be pure.

Ming Jing clasped his hands together: Disciple Ming Jing has met the master.

You're here. Jueming nodded and smiled, as if he had been waiting for her.

He pointed to the opposite side, Sit down.

Ming Jing knelt down on the opposite futon, Today I came to see the master for...

Play chess with me first. Jueming said.

Der Spiegel nodded.

The chess game is a remnant chess game, where Ming Jing holds white stones and the opponent holds black stones.

Judging from the chess moves, it should be done by Jue Ming alone, his chess skills are already so superb.

Ming Jing calmed down and picked up the sunspot first.

Jueming glanced at her: Zhihei goes first.

Ming Jing smiled slightly: I made Master laugh.

The sun came in through the window and fell on the chessboard. Half an hour later, Ming Jing frowned, while Master Jueming on the opposite side was calm and smiling.

Ming Jing shook his head and smiled, Master, I lost.

There is still a lot of strength to fight, but he abandons his commander in order to protect his pawns. God has the virtue of being good at life, and his practice depends on the way of chess. Although he has great benevolence, it is embarrassing.

Jueming shook his head.

Ming Jing smiled and said: The world is made up of ten thousand people, if there is no one people, how can there be a general?

The most powerful weapon in the world is the heart of compassion. Although you are young, you have broken the fate of all beings. Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and all dharmas are only consciousness. Sharpen your mind, but you don't know that a single thought is enough to become a demon.

Master Jueming's eyes are full of wisdom Buddha's light, seeing through all sentient beings.

You are you today, and you were you yesterday, so what about you in the previous life?

Ming Jing was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Master Jueming.

Your body is a bodhi tree, and your heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times so as not to stir up dust. Your master has already told you the answer. My Buddha is merciful, and I overcome all hardships. The road to practice is long and long.

Master Jueming clasped his hands together, Amitabha.

Ming Jing murmured: The me in the previous life, or the me in this life, which one is the real me...

Jueming smiled slightly: The human body is rare and now I have it, and the Dharma is difficult to hear and now I have heard it. I don't save this body for this life, let alone save this body for another life.

This body is not saved to this life, but to this life..., the cause of this life, the fruit of the next life... Ming Jingxiu frowned, as if caught in a struggling dream.

Jueming looked at her quietly, and after a long time, he sighed.

Ming Jing suddenly woke up, bowed his head and clasped his hands together: The master has been taught, and the disciple will definitely work hard from now on to save us from the world.

Crossing others is like crossing oneself, and crossing oneself is also crossing others.

Ming Jing said solemnly: Master, there is one person who needs to be crossed right now. I, the Buddha is merciful, can I lend my disciple the magic weapon of the vajra bell.

Jueming smiled slightly: How do you know that the Vajra Bell is in my temple?

In the Tang Dynasty, the whole country worshiped Buddha, and used Tang Mi Mandala to form an altar to offer Buddha bone relics and countless magic tools. When Princess Wencheng married into the Tibetan king, she brought a large number of Buddhist scriptures and magic treasures, including the precious King Kong of the National Protector Pagoda and Town Pagoda. The bell, later inherited as a ritual tool of the Tantric Buddhism of Tibetan Buddhism, has passed through thousands of years without fading. Hanshan Temple is just a small temple, Yanwen stopped here, preached the scriptures, practiced Zen and enlightened Taoism, and finally made Hanshan Temple the number one ancient temple in the south.

After Ming Jing finished speaking, Jue Ming glanced at her: Which sect and sect is your master from?

It is so dense that it is difficult for ordinary people to know.

No name, no faction, ordinary people in the mountains and fields.

Jueming said: The vajra bell is the magic weapon of our temple. It cannot be given away easily. The Buddha is destined for someone. You and her are both destined for my Buddha. In this case, if you can pass my test, you can borrow it. you.

Thank you, Master.

Seeing that the sun was rising and Ming Jing hadn’t returned yet, everyone went to the vegetarian hall to try the vegetarian food in this temple. The vegetarian vegetarian food in Hanshan Temple is also a must. Many people come from thousands of miles just to taste this vegetarian food. fast.

Qu Feitai found Jingfeng and asked, Little Master, can you take me to find Mingjing?

Jing Feng shook his head: I'm sorry, benefactor.

Qu Feitai frowned, turned his head and saw that Ye Zhen was gone.

Ever since Ye Zhen came to this temple, she felt uncomfortable. She subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist and searched all the way, finally saw Jingyun.

She walked over and said, Master Jingyun, is the mirror inside?

Just at this time, the door opened, and a kind-hearted old man came out from inside.

Ye Zhen saluted immediately: Hello, Master.

The master stood on the stairs and looked at her from a distance: The benefactor is already dead, but when he meets a noble person, he can continue his life.

Ye Zhen's heart was greatly shaken, she really deserved to be an eminent monk, she said it right.

Ye Zhen said respectfully, Master, please enlighten me.

Walking toward goodness has its own cause and effect. Then he walked away, leaving Ye Zhen with a fairy-like back.

Ye Zhen murmured these eight characters, and regarded them as the standard.

Ye Zhen glanced into the meditation room. From her angle, she could only see a thin figure with a straight back, as if she was writing something, with a brush in her hand, writing continuously.

Jingyun went up and closed the door of the meditation room, completely blocking Mingjing's figure.

Ye Zhen sat down on the stand under the porch, thinking about the words of Master Jueming all the time.

Her noble person refers to Ming Jing. As for doing good deeds, let her do more good deeds...

Qu Feitai walked west along the Sutra Pavilion, and when he passed the entrance of the Sutra hall, he saw a kind-eyed old man walking towards him. The monks passing by all saluted respectfully, some called Master, some called Master Uncle.

Qu Feitai instantly understood that this should be the world-renowned Master Jueming.

Jueming saw him, first startled, then frowned slightly.

When did the disciples see their master like this, they couldn't help but follow his eyes. They saw a tall and handsome young man standing in the sunlight not far away. It's all empty, the skin is all illusory, and I don't have much feeling.

Jueming said lightly: Go.

The disciples dispersed after hearing the words.

Jueming walked in front of Qu Feitai, Qu Feitai nodded and was about to leave.

The benefactor sees me, why is he afraid?

Qu Feitai paused, Master was joking, I am in a hurry to find someone.

There is no bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand. The master who changed your life against the sky has passed away now, right?

Any method of changing fate against the sky is against the law of heaven.

Qu Feitai clenched his fists tightly, without turning his head, he said coldly, What do you mean, Master?

It's not easy to change your fate against the sky. You should cherish this opportunity and let go of your obsessions in order to be at ease. Otherwise, your heart will die and your body will perish, and you will never recover.

Heh... The boy sneered.

What about changing your fate against the sky? It's beyond redemption. All I know is that you have to work hard to get the people and things you want.

The words fell and left.

Jueming stood where he was, looked at the boy's back from a distance, and shook his head.

The cycle of cause and effect, evil fate, evil fate...

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After the visit to the temple was over, everyone was about to go home, but the director was frowning.

Ming Jing hadn't come back since he left in the morning, and Qu Feitai disappeared during lunch.

He couldn't help scolding the photographer who followed the two of them, and the two were also very wronged. These two guests didn't follow the routine at all. They didn't come to record a variety show, they came out to travel, and they could leave whenever they wanted.

Ming Jing's assistant came over and told the director that Ming Jing had to leave first.

The director cursed angrily, this newcomer was too arrogant, he left as soon as he said it, cutting first and playing later.

At this time, Qu Feitai's assistant also came to inform him that Qu Feitai had to catch a plane and had already left.

Director: ...There is a sentence mmp, I don't know if I should say it.

Although after going down the mountain, the recording of the two people's trip is over, and they should leave, but it's so sudden that there is no difference between them, isn't it a bit too much?

Han Ying sighed: I haven't said goodbye to Ming Jing yet. I added her on WeChat, but she still hasn't passed. I don't know if I will have a chance to see her in the future.

On the way down the mountain, Han Ying was a little depressed.

Zhao Xinrong was surprised and said, You also added her WeChat? Why did I forget, it was a miscalculation.

Zou Jingyu looked at the sunset in the sky and said with a smile, We will see you again if we are destined.

Xiao Wenwen secretly rolled her eyes, this annoying white lotus finally left, without her, even the air is much smoother.

From the setting sun to the mid-day of the moon, there was dim light in the meditation room, and a slender silhouette was reflected on the window, with his head slightly lowered and his back straight.

With a squeak, the door of the meditation room opened from the outside, and there was a plate of porridge and side dishes on the net.

He looked up and saw that the girl was holding a brush in her hand and writing on the rice paper, and the lower script with hairpin flowers in her hand was quite beautiful.

Jing Yun looked at the thick stack of scriptures on the desk in surprise, and she never took a look at it from the beginning to the end.

The Huayan Sutra in this temple was translated by Empress Wu of the Tang Dynasty. There are 80 volumes, 45,000 verses, 32 characters per verse, and a total of 1.44 million words. The master asked her to copy the entire volume of the Huayan Sutra. This is a very difficult task, and it can even be said that it made her retreat in spite of the difficulties.

However, after ten hours, she never cried out that she was tired and continued to write, which is such a strong patience and willpower.

And it is not so much copying as it is dictation.

Jing Yun was greatly shocked.

Under the shadow of the lamp, the girl's eyebrows are stretched, thick and long eyelashes are scattered under the eyelids, her pure and flawless skin is as pure as iceberg snow lotus, her gaze is calm and firm, no matter how much suffering is in front of her, her will cannot be crushed.

The hem of the skirt spreads out, and the silver lotus seems to be contaminated with Buddha nature, clean and spotless, spotless.

Boom the evening drum in the temple rang, breaking the silence of the place, but the girl never looked up.