When Hsu Fengnian and the old monk arrived at the herdsmen's camp by the lake, they found that the yurts that had just been set up had been pulled out and put back on the carriage. It seemed that they were going to migrate again. The Dragon Tree Monk who was leading the horse slowly turned to Hsu Fengnian and asked, "Your Highness, this is the fourth time you want to kill, why didn't you do anything each time?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Since the old abbot is a holy monk, naturally he is magnanimous and can tolerate people who cannot be tolerated in the world. Didn't they say that Buddha's head is full of dung? Why are you arguing with me?"
The old monk took a deep look at this vengeful young man and laughed, "Your Highness is really a petty person with a lively mind. But whether you want to kill or not is not a matter. I still want to ask Your Highness to vent the anger in your heart and part on good terms. "
Hsu Fengnian did not hide this time. He put away his frivolous and impetuous expression and said calmly, "The killing intent is real, but I dare not have it. I am afraid that the old abbot will treat me as a devil that everyone wants to kill. When I return to the Two Zen Temples, the holy land of Buddhism, I will be nailed to death with just a spit. I have seen the temperament of the Taoist Zhenren. Zhao Huangchao and Zhao Xuansu are not good people, but their realms are extremely high. I really don't know how they cultivated to such realms. "
The old monk sighed softly, "These two Taoist Zhenren of Dragon Tiger Mountain, in the end, they still can't let go of that surname. No wonder they strayed into the unorthodox path. Just like me, I can't keep my original heart these years. How can I resolve it if I don't insist on it? After I became the abbot, I couldn't figure out many things. After thinking about it, I still couldn't figure it out. I went to countless Taoist classics to find out. In the end, I felt that in the twenty-fourth chapter of the Tao Te Ching, 'Dao follows nature' was the most important. Later on, my disciple said that he wanted to see his nature clearly and attain Bodhi by himself. I also felt that it was good. When I argued with my senior brother about the two gathas, my disciple returned from a long journey to the west and only said eight words, 'Beautiful is beautiful, but not perfect.' My senior brother nodded in agreement and passed away. There was also the saying of the Confucian sages, 'don't do evil because it's small, and don't do good because it's small.' This trip to Beimang is destined to destroy the so-called Buddha Realm in the eyes of the world. "
Hsu Fengnian frowned. "Drop in level?"
The old monk smiled and nodded, "Yes."
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I don't understand the epiphany and Buddhahood mentioned by the white-robed monk."
The old monk smiled and said, "Old Monk doesn't really know how to be tactful. Otherwise, it would be more appropriate for me to speak with Your Highness in Buddhist language that people don't fully understand."
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "Old Abbot, you finally have the demeanor of an expert."
The old monk, who was leading the horse with one hand and holding the bamboo staff with the other, said softly, "Even so, I will not give away the Two Dhyana Pills."
Hsu Fengnian wanted to say something but stopped.
The old monk said softly, "Why don't you ask yourself instead of Buddha?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled bitterly and put back the question about Xu Xiao that he didn't dare to know the answer to.
Hsu Fengnian then said to himself, "No matter what your intentions are, since you are going to drop in level, Old Abbot's trip can be considered as me going to hell. The high and mighty ones can only be gilded Buddha statues and clay Bodhisattvas. Only those like Old Abbot who are willing to walk among the common people can be considered true monks. "
The old monk silently reached into the sleeve of his kasaya and took out a small square wooden box. Seeing Hsu Fengnian's confusion, the abbot of the Two Zen Temples said seriously, "I'm old, so I like to be praised."
Hsu Fengnian silently took the wooden box. The corner of his mouth twitched and he was speechless.
When the herdsmen saw Hsu Fengnian and the old monk coming together, they were pleasantly surprised. They were surprised that the young Bodhisattva had returned, which made them feel guilty. They were happy that the Buddha had returned to the world again. For a small tribe that had suffered many disasters, it was a great psychological comfort.
Huyan Guanyin and Abaoji jogged to the high and mighty Bodhisattva and Buddha. She didn't know why she stopped, but the excited child broke free from her hand and ran over.
Hsu Fengnian changed his clothes, asked for a bag of water and food, and continued north.
— —
"Nanbei, don't you feel that the leaves of your peach tree of the same age are not luxuriant enough?"
"Master, can you not trick me into going to pee and fertilize it? If that thing and Mistress find out, I'll be beaten to death! "
"You have the guts to not go to Jinding to quarrel, causing Master to travel thousands of miles. If not ten pounds of saliva, at least eight pounds. Don't you feel guilty?"
"I'll go and cook later."
"You don't seem to be smart enough."
"Master, just tell me what I should do."
"Mistress said this morning that it's not suitable to wash clothes for the next few days."
"Understood."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
"Didn't I say I'll help you massage your back for an hour? It's only been the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. "
"Oh. Looks like you're getting smarter. Not bad, not bad. "
"Master."
"Hmm?"
"Mistress brought things down the mountain to buy rouge and powder again. A few days ago, Mistress said that there used to be many rich chivalrous men who pursued her. She even said that if she were to marry any of them, she wouldn't even blink when buying a box of rouge that cost dozens of taels of silver. It's not like now. "
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"That's good. Master's Master is coincidentally not in the temple. He has a few sets of Buddhist scriptures. Go steal them and pawn them for money. Anyway, when you return to the temple, he can bear to hit me, but he can't bear to hit you. "
"Master, this is a violation of the precepts."
"You've already fallen in love with a girl and vowed not to be a Buddha. Why are you still afraid of this?"
"Master, the weather is good. I'm going to wash clothes."
"Go, go, go. You're still not smart enough."
The little monk ran to Duanmu Basin to get a washboard and sat on a small stool under the sun.
Back in Beiliang Palace, she wore half a kilogram of red makeup on her face. His Royal Highness might have been kind and didn't want to hurt her heart, but Stupid North South really thought it looked good at that time. After that, he felt more and more that he wanted to become a Buddha. If he could burn Buddhist relics, she would be able to buy better rouge and powder. However, she had a dream. He couldn't become a Buddha now.
Stupid North South lowered his head and washed his clothes, feeling very worried.
— —
On Mount Longhu, which was as famous as the Two Zen Temples, a withered and thin young man beat down Qi Xuanzhen's black tiger. The fight shook the earth and the mountains, and then he rode the tiger down the mountain.
— —
Beiliang Palace, Tide-listening Pavilion.
On a cool mountain, there was no wind or rain.
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