At night, when the white peacock was sleeping in a daze, the bell rang for the end of evening classes at Thousand Buddha Temple.
As a result, the uniform sounds of tapping wooden fish and chanting sutras that lingered in the ears suddenly stopped, and the entire Thousand Buddha Temple became noisy to a certain extent.
They were the only three people in Thousand Buddhas Temple who did not attend evening classes, but no one cared about them.
Yin Xiu was not in a hurry to take action when they were attending evening classes and not in the room, but waited patiently.
It wasn't until the bell rang that he gently placed Ma Xiaoyu's head leaning against him on the pillow.
On the other side, the legs of the white peacock resting on his face were restored to their original positions.
Ma Xiaoyu opened her eyes, sleepy, "Are you going?"
"Almost."
Yin Xiu hadn't gotten up yet, but just lay down and looked at her, saying softly: "I have to go and see what monk Fayin is like."
"Can't we just send blood butterflies?"
"Not enough."
Yin Xiu gently pushed a strand of Ma Xiaoyu's hair behind her ears, "There are still many things, I have to confirm them myself."
"I'll go with you." She said softly.
"One person can be said to have taken the wrong path, but it is difficult to explain it to two people."
Yin Xiu smiled and put her hand on her belly again, "Besides, aren't you already [pregnant]?"
"Are you saying I have a belly?" Ma Xiaoyu raised her eyelids.
"Where is it? How come I don't know?"
Yin Xiu moved her hand higher, gently and warmly, "Is it here? But it doesn't look like a belly here. Let me confirm."
Ma Xiaoyu held his hand down, glanced at the sleeping white peacock again, and whispered: "When you come back, I will let you confirm."
"Is this settled?"
Yin Xiu couldn't hide the joy in her eyes, "Both sides, twice."
"As many times as you like."
Ma Xiaoyu's ears were bright red, "But it depends on when you come back. If the rooster crows, you have to wait until next time."
"I'll come back as soon as I go."
Yin Xiu rolled down from the kang and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only the swaying window.
Ma Xiaoyu lay back on the bed again. Thinking of the promise she had just made to Yin Xiu, she felt her face turn red. She didn't know if she had just lost her head or was possessed by a demon, but she actually made such an agreement by herself.
Isn't this unreserved and a bit dissolute? As a girl, is it too much?
However, when she was troubled in her heart, she asked herself, but she still hoped that Yin Xiu could come back soon.
As if feeling Ma Xiaoyu's intention, Yin Xiu's footsteps were like running fire. Using the "Taobao Magic Walk", she walked smoothly between the roof and the branches. She had climbed far away between the rabbit and the falcon, and reached the point close to the back mountain. Location.
He had heard about it before when he was "chatting". The back mountain is the residence of Fayin, the abbot of Qianfo Temple.
At this time, the monks and the people who had finished their evening classes were sorting out their housekeeping, which made Yin Xiu, who was already acting secretly, become even more elusive.
After climbing over a fence, he fell into the courtyard. His footsteps were silent, like dead leaves falling to the ground.
Yin Xiu walked slowly, lowering her figure, and approached a brightly lit room.
Inside the room, there was a fat monk looking at himself in the mirror.
"The Dharma is solemn and the heaven is perfect. How come I don't look like a Maitreya? Tomorrow, I will ask my senior brother for a beautiful cassock to put on and pray for the Dharma ceremony. Isn't it just missing me, the true Buddha?"
After a pause, he put the mirror away again and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha, I almost violated the precept of delusion just now. It's a sin. It's a sin."
"But..."
He couldn't help but pick up the mirror, "But I do have a good face."
After struggling for a long time, the monk sighed, "There are still many temptations in the world."
Yin Xiu only saw a few wrinkles on the back of his head from beginning to end, and didn't care what the monk looked like.
He lowered his body and walked around from behind.
We arrived at the bottom of another Zen room with lights on. In this Zen room, two people sat opposite each other, with figures projected on the window paper, one tall and one short.
"Brother, this is a dead game. You have no choice but to move." One of them said.
"Huh? Dead chess? Don't you know that I can always bring the dead back to life?"
"Brother, monks don't lie!"
"What lies!? I told you, I can indeed bring the dead back to life. The woman I rescued at the foot of the mountain last time had only one breath left, and her face was like gold paper. If I drink a bowl of medicinal soup, won't she still be brought back to life?"
"But I thought she just had heatstroke, and she was weak because she hadn't eaten. Anyone who drank some water would get better. If she had a bowl of mung bean soup with rock sugar, it would be like a magical elixir! She would be alive and kicking immediately. .”
"What do you know!?"
The monk overturned the chessboard, and the sound of the chess pieces falling to the ground made the ears hurt.
There was silence inside, and after a while, the monk who overturned the chessboard spoke again: "One more game?"
"You will lose in the next game, senior brother. You have never beaten me since you entered the temple."
"This is contrary to what I said. You called me senior brother. It should mean that after you enter the temple, you will stop talking nonsense and come back again!"
"Come!"
There was another sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard.
[Two chess madmen stay up most of the night and play chess here. Aren't they afraid of being complained? 】
Yin Xiu cursed in her heart, thinking that the monks of Qianfo Temple were really bad in private, but their badness was limited.
In other places, shouldn't the monk and the others have hooked up with the village girl by this time? How can you be so idle?
After going around another room, Yin Xiu came to a wing on the east side.
Ancient people often valued the west wing because it was where the first ray of sunlight hit in the morning, and it was often the direction where the sun set, so it was warm and bright almost all day long.
In comparison, the east wing is worse.
So Yin Xiu first visited the house on the west side, and then came to the east side. As soon as he passed a short courtyard wall, he noticed the difference here.
This place is very far away from other Zen rooms, and seems to be far away from the sun, unnoticed by others.
Green light shone through the gray window paper, outlining the figures of the people inside.
There was a thin figure sitting there, and there seemed to be another person on the other side. However, the candlelight only illuminated one of his hands, making it difficult to see clearly his posture and body shape. Somehow, when she saw this scene, Yin Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and she felt that she had found the right place.
"Uncle Abbot."
An old voice came from inside, "I smoked mugwort leaves and put them at the door as you said. Can you smell it?"
The voice belonged to the thin figure. It turned out that it was an old monk.
The hand on the other side was raised, and there was a sound of phlegm vibrating in the throat. After a long time, it turned into a sigh, and I don't know if it was a response or something else.
From this title, Yin Xiu already knew that the hand belonged to the abbot of Qianfo Temple, Monk Fayin, an old man who was said to have lived for more than two hundred years.
The skinny old monk continued to talk.
"I was adopted by the master when I was still in my infancy and became his close disciple. I call you my uncle.
At that time, you were already an eminent monk who was more than a hundred years old. Now I am very old and half of my body is buried in the earth. Master, you are still alive. I am really afraid that one day I will leave before you. ”
He laughed dryly and sighed: "When I was young, we debated scriptures with the Taoist priests at the foot of the mountain. Those old Taoists only knew how to fight and kill, and they also read the book and repeated the same two sentences over and over again. They were no match for the master. .
Although Master, you often say that family members should not fight with others, but if you win, you win. This cannot be denied, so the Taoist priests moved away, and the local people devoted themselves to Buddha.
Now the Chinese are coming, red-haired and brown-haired. They want to open dozens or twenty churches in Cochin, and they also want to build schools to teach people to read French.
I sent a disciple to argue with the foreign monk to see which Tathagata from the Eastern Region was better, or some grandpa from the Western Region who was more powerful. But they couldn’t understand what we were saying at all. The foreign monk kept mumbling. We were also dizzy after listening to it. After all, we couldn't tell the difference between high and low. ”
There was another gurgling sound in the room, which seemed to be Fine's laughter.
Yin Xiu released the blood butterfly from her sleeve and flew through the gap in the window paper.
Just as it flew past the window paper, the blood butterfly hit a fine iron mesh and turned into a pool of blood.
The skinny old monk turned around and thought it was a moth that had hit the insect-proof net. He didn't take it seriously.
However, Yin Xiu knew that it was not just a simple insect-proof net, but also had magic power on it.
Therefore, he no longer acted rashly, but stayed under the window, hidden in the darkness, and continued to listen to the movements in the room.
"I know, uncle, you are laughing at me for being stupid. Everyone recites different sutras and talks about irrelevant things. Why are you arguing about sutras?
But I'm just not convinced. The government in Jiaozhi gave away dozens of pieces of land at random, and they built churches and schools everywhere.
Is it possible that in the future we will also have to recite foreign scriptures? Isn't this the greatest absurdity in the world?
Master, I am the same as you. I want to promote Buddhism and the Buddha's light shines everywhere. But I don't have the cultivation level like you, Master, nor am I as respected as you. I have lived for a long time, and now I have nothing but temples. Not many people inside or outside know who I am.
I don’t want to achieve enlightenment and cultivate golden body relics, but I want to help you, Master, to preserve Thousand Buddhas Temple and promote Buddhism. ”
well!
Another sigh came from inside, and then Yin Xiu faintly smelled the smell of urine.
It was really smelly, but the monk inside didn't seem to have any reaction when he faced the smell.
He just stood up, skillfully took a piece of cloth from the window and washed it in the basin. Then Yin Xiu heard the sound of the skin being wiped, very softly, as if wiping a fragile mirror, carefully .
"Uncle, I know you are working very hard and suffering all the time, but this is for Thousand Buddhas Temple. Both you and I have to hold on and endure in this hell.
This is a practice given to us by the Buddha to train our Buddha mind and help us fulfill our responsibilities..."
When Yin Xiu heard this, although not a single word was directed at herself, and what happened inside was none of his business, her heart felt a little depressed and blocked.
After a while, the monk seemed to be clean, came out with a basin, and closed the door.
"Uncle, please rest early."
The monk gently closed the door, turned around and walked out.
By the faint light of the fire, Yin Xiu saw the monk. His appearance was older than his voice. The wrinkles on his eyelids almost covered his eyes. He looked like a tree that had been dead for a long time and had been buried in the mud for an unknown period of time. .
When the monk walked away, Yin Xiu heard the intermittent breathing coming from inside. It was irregular and sounded every now and then, either rapidly or slowly.
After a while, just when you thought the breath had disappeared, there was another sound, like a sigh or a cry.
Yin Xiu turned his head and saw that the monk had disappeared into the darkness. He stood up and opened the door.
The wooden door creaked open, and Yin Xiu did not smell the fragrance of mugwort, but only smelled a stench that hit her nose...
"Does it open so early?"
A'ke looked at Ren Qi, who was now able to walk freely, and couldn't help but marvel at how strong his body was.
It only took four or five days for this tall man, who had been sleeping in bed for four or five days, to be able to get out of bed and walk.
Ren Qi glanced at her sideways and said nothing. He just walked to the door and felt the long-lost sunlight.
"I'm leaving," he said suddenly.
"Go?"
Akko was startled, "With your current body and bones, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it down the mountain before you die in this deep mountain, right?"
"Who do you think I am?"
Ren Qi said coldly: "I have been practicing martial arts before I learned to walk. I have never suffered any injuries since I was a child. I have suffered seven or eight fatal injuries. What does this small injury mean?" < br>
Despite this, Akko still hesitated, "But..."
"But what?"
Ren Qi looked at her, "You speak hesitantly and only half of your words can get people killed."
Others would inevitably be frightened when Ren Qi looked at him like this, but A'ke didn't feel scared. She just blinked, "Do you know the way?"
"Recognize the way?"
Only then did Ren Qi remember the most important issue.
How many heroes have capsized in the gutter, all because they did not know the way and took the wrong path, not because they were not good at learning.
Not only did he have to go down the mountain, he also had to go to Thousand Buddha Temple to retrieve his six swords from the world. However, the surrounding mountains all looked exactly the same, making it impossible to identify them.
Not to mention that if you enter the deep mountains and dense forests, under the cover of trees, you may not even have a chance to identify them.
Before, he only followed Liu Banxian, and there were regular stone roads as guides. However, the place separated by two hills from Qianfo Temple was in the wilderness, like a primeval forest. Ren Qi couldn't help but frown as he looked at it. Together.
"Do you have a map?" Ren Qi asked her.
"Of course there is, and it's very detailed. Every hilltop, every valley, and stream is clear."
"Bring it."
Ren Qi stretched out his hand.
"I mean, here."
Akko smiled and pointed at his head playfully.
"Then there is none."
Ren Qi turned away coldly. (End of chapter)