In front of the brand new thatched cottage in the quiet part of Big Lotus Peak, it had never been so lively.
The white-robed monk was tall, but he gave people the feeling that he was in perfect harmony. The string of beads on his chest was dim in color, obviously different from the precious Buddhist beads of the many great temples in the Central Plains.
Since returning from a long journey to the west, he didn't have any beads, only a string of peach wood Buddhist beads. This string of beads was a token of love between him and his wife. After she gave it to him, she actually regretted it, because later she heard that peach wood was a material highly respected by Taoists. It could ward off evil spirits, but in Buddhism, peach wood Buddhist beads weren't worth mentioning. But the white-robed monk Li Xiaoxin never left this string of Buddhist beads except for hanging it on the wall before he went to sleep. In Buddhism, there was a saying, "Be mindful of your heart and mind." His common name was Li Xiaoxin. Therefore, when he entered the capital in white, the old Emperor of Liyang gave him a string of priceless Seven Treasures Beads, which he casually threw into a chest. After having a daughter, Li Xiaoxin, his wife picked a dozen beads every now and then, weaved them into a ring and put it on her daughter's head. The little girl, who liked to run around the Two Zen Temples, didn't know the value of these beads and would soon lose them. Fortunately, no one in this family of three would feel bad.
At this time, opposite the white-robed monk sat three Taoist priests from the two Taoist ancestral courts. Bai Yu, who had just been promoted to governor of Liangzhou, Qi Xianxia, who was also a Taoist priest of Mount Longhu, and Han Gui, who was from Qingshan Taoist Temple of Wudang.
Not far away, Li Xiaoxin, Wu Nanbei, the only disciple of the current Wudang leader Li Yufu, Yu Fu, and Han Gui's disciple Qing Xin were squatting together, listening to Li Xiaoxin talk about her soul-stirring Jianghu experiences.
The white-robed monk's wife had already taken a nap. When she learned that the three Taoist priests had come, she leaned against the door and said, "There are so many of them. They don't come with good intentions."
The white-robed monk smiled and said, "It's just a quarrel. Don't worry."
She was still worried and said, "Then I won't prepare tea. Let them be thirsty, but you can find an excuse to come in and drink water."
"Okay."
"Won't that be rude?"
"Not at all."
"By the way, if you really can't beat them in an argument, remember to hit them but not their faces when you hit them. Otherwise, you'll be left with nothing to say. Got it?"
"…"
"What, you can't beat them? Then forget it, let's have a peaceful chat. Ha, when we're outside, harmony breeds wealth. "
"We can beat them."
"Oh. Remember not to hit them too hard. Our daughter still wants to play on the mountain for a few more days. "
"I know."
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He asked, "Is Headmaster Li in closed-door cultivation at Small Lotus Peak?"
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He gently stroked the string of mahogany Buddhist beads and said indifferently, "The Earth Sinks in the Southeast and the Four Desecrations flow to the Xun position.
. Han Gui wore a plain Taoist robe and a Dongxuan Scarf. He looked a little sad. Bai Yu, who had hurt his eyes from reading, narrowed his eyes out of habit, as if he had nothing to do with it. Qi Xianxia looked up at the rolling sea of clouds at the top of Big Lotus Peak.
The white-clothed monk asked with a smile, "If you can't do what you want in life, even if you're a hundred years old, you'll still die. Did Cao Zhangqing say it after he entered the Great Chu Chessboard and waited for the imperial edict? "
Bai Yu shook his head. "Cao Changqing's teacher, Li Mi, said that Cao Changqing was able to change from the Scholarly Sage to the Tyrannical Way. I'm afraid this sentence was the finishing touch."
The white-clothed monk gently twirled his Buddhist beads. "If the three things of a good flower, a full moon, and a long life are the happiest wishes of mortals, then the pursuit of your Taoists is to have a smooth mind, right?"
Bai Yu rubbed his eyes lazily and asked with a smile, "What, are you going to quarrel? But there's not even a cup of tea here. "
The white-clothed monk said softly, "If my wife doesn't let me prepare tea, I won't dare to make a decision. As for quarreling … "
The white-clothed monk looked over everyone's heads and looked not far away. He said loudly, "Disciple, come, come. Talk to our Mr. White Lotus about Buddhism."
Unexpectedly, the young monk slightly raised his little bald head and said reluctantly, "Master, if it wasn't for Li Zi not letting me go, I would have gone to the Clear Jade Temple to buy rouge for Master's wife. Master's wife said that there's a young woman as beautiful as a flower there. These days, she's been selling Shu Sunflower rouge at a very low price. It's said that there's also Wu Yue Yan Liu Fang in Jiangnan.
The white-clothed monk glared at him. "You still have the nerve to talk about Wu Yue Yan Liu?! You dare to sell a small box the size of a fingernail for five taels of silver?! If you didn't mention it to Master's wife, she wouldn't have been thinking about it the whole night. Last night, she was talking about Wu Yue Yan Liu in her sleep! "
The young monk said confidently, "I just think that the rouge is really good. Those at the Escape Summer Town at the foot of the mountain are cheap, but the fragrance is too pungent. Although the box is bigger, it's not like Master didn't see it yesterday. Master thought that it wasn't expensive, so Master's wife put so much on her face. When she lowered her head while eating, the rouge would fall into her bowl. It was so scary. Master, you were obviously scared out of your wits, but you still said to Master's wife something like 'such a scene is really rare in the world.' Then Master's wife grinned and more rouge fell … "
The white-clothed monk coughed a few times.
Bai Yu felt that if this middle-aged monk of the Two Zen Temples hadn't been absent during the battle between Buddhism and Daoism at Mount Longhu more than ten years ago, he probably wouldn't have been able to turn the tide.
The head of the Green Mountain Temple, Han Gui, was looking down. He was like an old monk in meditation.
Qi Xianxia seemed to be secretly rubbing the space between her eyebrows.
Suddenly, two voices sounded from inside and outside the house at the same time. They were full of surprise, "Mianyanzhi from the tobacco workshop?!"
Inside the house, it was naturally the white-clothed monk's wife. Outside the house, it was Li Xianxia. The latter got up abruptly and ran into the house, shouting, "Mother! Father recently hid four or five taels of silver under the box of scriptures. When he was hiding the money, I secretly saw it! Father told me to keep my mouth shut!
But who am I? I'm mother's daughter! "
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the thatched house. There was a rush of people rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
The white-clothed monk looked up at the sky with a sorrowful expression.
If outsiders didn't know the reason, they would definitely marvel at the solemn appearance of the Buddha who pitied the suffering of the world.
When the two women, one older and one younger, walked out of the thatched house, the white-clothed monk rubbed his bald head and stood up. He said with concern, "It's so sunny. Do you want an umbrella?"
His wife thought for a moment and waved her hand. She heroically said, "Mianyanzhi is a rare thing. There won't be many left. What if we miss it?"
Li Xianxia began to give orders, "Stupid Nan Bei, go get an umbrella in the house and quickly follow us! Qing Xin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your territory. Is there a path to Yuqing Temple? If there is, then lead the way! "
Tong Qing, who was now full of admiration for the heroine Li Xianxia, stuck out his chest and proudly said, "Yes!"
Then the group of people majestically went to Yuqing Temple. The white-clothed monk didn't forget to look at their backs and remind them, "The path is difficult. Walk slowly."
As if he felt the atmosphere was a little awkward, the white-clothed monk sat back on the small bench and looked at Bai Yu. He casually found a topic, "I heard that Mr. Bai Lian has' three fears and two joys'?"
Bai Yu nodded, "There are three fears. I'm afraid of thunder, afraid of walking, and afraid of Zhao Ningshen asking questions. There are two joys. Reading to the eye and speaking to the heart. "
The white-clothed monk was puzzled, "Zhao Ningshen?"
Bai Yu was a little sad, "His real name is Zhao Jingsi. He is the only son of the old headmaster. His temperament is particularly simple and steady. After leaving the mountain, he experienced several tribulations and gained a blessing in disguise. Now his heart is close to the Tao."
The white-clothed monk said, "Oh, is he the young Taoist who invited the Taoist Master Mansion's ancestor to come down to the mortal world? In the end, Hsu Fengnian smashed the Zhenwu Great Emperor's image with one slap? "
Bai Yu smiled bitterly and said nothing.
The white-clothed monk seemed to have a deep prejudice against the young Lord. He said angrily, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why do you have to pretend to be mysterious? What's the difference between you and a child crying and going home to ask for help from the elders? Especially that Hsu Fengnian, he's even more outrageous. He's bullying others with his power. What a disgrace! "
Bai Yu, who was now a "retainer of the Xu family" in Beiliang, tactfully shut his mouth.
The white-clothed monk snorted, "My daughter has never complained in front of me. Every time she fought, she beat those little baldies until they cried and ran back to their masters."
Han Gui smiled knowingly. He seemed to be thinking of his disciple Qing Xin and the little Taoist boy Yu Fu who was brought back to the mountain by the headmaster Li Yufu.
People outside the world may not be heartless.
At this moment, Qi Xianxia, the only one of the three Taoists who "cultivated", suddenly stood up. He turned around and looked as if he was facing a great enemy.
The white-clothed monk was still sitting on the small bench calmly, slowly twirling the Buddha beads.
A man with white hair on his temples appeared in everyone's sight. He was empty-handed.
He smiled and said, "Since the Thunder of Mind, I have comprehended two more moves in the past twenty years. I want to learn from the two of you. Now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I can only come here to disturb you."
Li Dangxin slowly stood up and said indifferently, "Hurry up and fight while my wife is not here. But let's make it clear in advance. Whether it's a fight or a battle of life and death, don't destroy the hut. Otherwise, I will really be angry. "
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