Chapter 110 There is nothing
Zhao Yungui's eyebrows were sparse and his clothes were flowing.
Under the ginkgo tree, green fan-shaped leaves fell on his shoulders. The man was dressed in a green and silver robe, and his face was covered with gauze, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
Jiang Jinshuang smiled and took a few steps forward. First, she clasped her hands towards Abbot Miaofeng and bowed slightly: "I have met Master Miaofeng."
Master Miaofeng and Wang Ruiyang Jiangbuhuo are both in their destined years, but Master Miaofeng looks young and healthy.
Abbot Miaofeng's pair of silent eyes were like the waveless water of an ancient well. He just glanced at Jiang Jinshuang and then muttered the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"The poor monk has met Princess Zhaoming."
Jiang Jinshuang blinked slightly: "Master Miaofeng, do you recognize me?"
Miaofeng looked at her with gentle and loving eyes: "His Royal Highness King Ruiyang once brought His Highness here. His Highness looks very much like he did when he was a child."
Jiang Jinshuang also smiled: "Master Miaofeng and Uncle Wang are close friends. I should have come to visit the abbot long ago."
Miaofeng smiled and waved his hand, and said to the Imperial Master on the side: "Yun Gui, please come in, Your Highness, I will pour tea."
Zhao Yungui bowed respectfully: "Yes."
With that said, Master Miaofeng turned around and walked towards the Zen room in the backyard of the temple.
Jiang Jinshuang looked at the back of Abbot Miaofeng leaving, then turned to Zhao Yungui: "Why is the Master here?"
Zhao Yungui brushed the fallen leaves from his shoulders and said calmly: "Come to visit the master."
"Master?" Jiang Jinshuang blinked, "Are you Master Miaofeng's apprentice?"
"A lay disciple," Zhao Yungui explained, "before I became a national master, I came to Huguo Temple to practice with my former national master and got to know Master Miaofeng."
Jiang Jinshuang nodded: "No wonder the Master is proficient in Buddhism, it turns out that it is like this."
Zhao Yungui did not explain anything, but just stretched out his hand: "Let's go, master probably wants to talk to you."
Jiang Jinshuang understood and followed Zhao Yungui towards the backyard Zen room.
There are no peach blossom trees planted in Huguo Temple.
But as long as you look up toward the backyard, you can see the peach blossoms filling the courtyard outside Houshan Temple.
As we walked further back, the fragrance of the flowers became stronger, and fine pink petals brushed over the courtyard wall and fell on the land in the backyard. There were a few young monks sweeping with brooms, it was quiet and pleasant.
Seeing Zhao Yungui, the group of young monks clasped their hands towards Zhao Yungui and recited a Buddhist chant: "I have seen you, senior brother."
"I've met senior brother."
"Hello, senior brother."
"..."
Zhao Yungui also came back one by one, his expression unchanged, quiet and cold.
Jiang Jinshuang found it interesting: "When did the National Master come to Huguo Temple? It seems that he is of high seniority."
Zhao Yungui looked forward and didn't seem to care about Jiang Jinshuang's curious eyes: "I can't remember clearly, it must have been seven or eight years ago."
"Seven or eight years?" Jiang Jinshuang was shocked, "I didn't know you at that time, right?"
His finger bones slightly brushed against the complicated auspicious cloud pattern on the robe, Zhao Yungui said quietly: "I think so."
Jiang Jinshuang was very curious about Zhao Yungui's past, and she was restless. Her eyes fell on Zhao Yungui, and she asked questions.
"Does the National Master also want to learn how to worship Buddha?"
"Yes."
"Will Master Miaofeng be strict with you? Will he hit your palm with a ruler?"
"...No."
Jiang Jinshuang put her hands away, still curious: "Buddhism doesn't pay attention to anything. The body is like a bodhi tree and the heart is like a mirror. Master, do you wear a gauze to practice like this?"
Several monks walked by with brooms in their hands, and they all went back to Zhao Yun to perform Buddhist rituals.
Some monks didn't hold the broom properly. Jiang Jinshuang didn't look at the road and tripped over the broom.
"Watch out!"
Zhao Yungui frowned slightly and took a step forward to help her.
Jiang Jinshuang took a few steps back and stood firm.
She smiled at Zhao Yungui nonchalantly: "It's okay."
When Zhao Yungui saw this, he pursed his thin lips slightly, shook his robe, and continued walking forward. Jiang Jinshuang followed again.
"Master National Preceptor, you haven't answered my question yet."
"What's the problem?"
"The body is like a bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror. Have you achieved it, Master?"
Zhao Yungui was still looking ahead.
The green and silver robe he wore today was embroidered with delicate and complicated patterns using silver thread, which shone brightly under the sunlight.
——Like an immortal with a celestial spirit.
The peach blossoms outside the back mountain are blooming so beautifully.
It was so beautiful that he felt dazzled.
There were flower petals fluttering outside the back mountain and falling on his shoulders.
This time, he did not brush off the petals like fallen leaves, but just picked up the fallen flowers on his shoulders and placed them in the palm of his hand.
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"Not yet."
After a long time, he answered like this.
There was a hint of helplessness and compromise in his tone that Jiang Jinshuang couldn't understand.
——
Backyard Zen room.
After Jiang Jinshuang and Zhao Yungui entered the Zen room, they smelled the lingering fragrance of tea.
Master Miaofeng prepared tea, knelt on the futon at the main seat, and looked at Jiang Jinshuang with a smile.
Jiang Jinshuang also bowed slightly and knelt down opposite Master Miaofeng.
At the low table, Zhao Yungui and Jiang Jinshuang sat together, facing Master Miaofeng.
Looking up, Jiang Jinshuang saw a huge word "Zen" written on the painting behind Master Miaofeng.
Master Miaofeng smiled and pushed two cups of tea to the two of them.
"This is the newly harvested tea from the mountains behind Huguo Temple this year. Please try it."
"Thank you, Abbot."
"Thank you, Master."
Zhao Yungui picked up the tea cup first and took a sip.
Just as Jiang Jinshuang was about to pick it up, Zhao Yungui on the side made a slight move and held down the lid of her tea.
Jiang Jinshuang looked at him doubtfully.
Zhao Yungui said quietly: "Two cups of tea."
Jiang Jinshuang was not so squeamish.
She shook her head indifferently, and when Zhao Yungui saw this, he slowly moved his hand away.
Jiang Jinshuang took a sip of tea.
The tea trees in the back mountain are all wild and bloom together with the peach blossoms all year round, adding a bit of the freshness, bitterness and sweetness of the peach blossoms.
It has a clean entrance, which is quite interesting.
Miaofeng looked at Jiang Jinshuang with a smile: "His Royal Highness King Ruiyang liked the tea from the back mountain very much in the past. In the early years, he deliberately sneaked to the back mountain to pick tea. He was discovered by the monk guarding the mountain and beat him all the way with a pole."
As soon as King Ruiyang was mentioned, Miaofeng's eyebrows became more kind, and the look he looked at Jiang Jinshuang had a hint of the kindness of a junior.
"Your Uncle Wang is a very good man."
Hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang put down the tea cup and said with clear eyes: "Master Miaofeng, regarding Uncle Wang's events back then... how much do you know, Master."
The smile on Miaofeng's lips became shallow.
"The poor monk probably knows what Her Highness the Princess wants to ask." After a pause, Miaofeng looked at Jiang Jinshuang, gently and firmly, "But the poor monk cannot say."
"Why not!?" Jiang Jinshuang's tone was a little excited, and her hand holding the teacup felt a little tighter.
Zhao Yungui saw this and said in a clear voice: "Your Highness."
Jiang Jinshuang took a deep breath, knowing that she had made a mistake, so she calmed down and spoke again: "Master Miaofeng, what happened back then is very important to the younger generation. If the abbot really knows something, please tell me. ”
When Miaofeng heard this, he just lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.
He spoke softly: "What do you think, Your Highness, Master National Preceptor?"