"My good boy, of course you have to get married and start a career when you return to secular life! Could it be that you became a monk after eight years of practicing Buddhism and became stupid?"

Mrs. Liu reached out and touched Li Changsheng's forehead, wondering if her son was sick.

Li Changsheng gently pushed Liu's hand away, blushing and said, "Mom, I am a great practitioner now, how can I get sick?"

While talking, he came to the front of the hall, looked at Mr. Li who was sitting at the table, scratched his head and said: "My son's cultivation is urgently concerned about. He still hasn't learned two of the four major mudras of Buddhism. How can he return to secular life and get married easily?"

After hearing this, Old Mrs. Li got angry, slapped the table and said, "I made an agreement with your master at the beginning that you can become a monk if you want to, and you can return to secular life whenever you want, and there is no way to stop you."

Li Changsheng felt a headache when he looked at his father who was glaring at him.

He found an excuse and said: "I just turned seventeen and I don't want to get married yet. Let's wait a few years before we talk."

Mrs. Liu had already sat down next to Mrs. Li, stretched out her hand and gently squeezed his shoulder.

He smiled and said: "That's not possible. Song Changchun from Haotian Academy in Qingfeng County will bring her daughter Song Yu'er to Baiyun Town the day after tomorrow. Just as you are back, the marriage will be decided the day after tomorrow. Even if there is no rush to get married, then first

Get engaged!”

Old Mrs. Li nodded, looked at Li Changsheng and said: "Your eldest brother and your sister are married. Now you are the only one left. You should get down to business quickly and leave your mother and I to worry about nothing."

Li Changsheng lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then bowed his head to the ground, then turned and walked towards the back room.

"I got up early today and went to the room to rest for a while."

Old Mrs. Li was stunned, pointed at Li Changsheng's back and said, "Look, I have only been a monk for a few years, and I don't even want to accompany my parents when I come back."

When Ms. Liu heard this, she glared at him and said, "He will come home now. He probably went down the mountain before dawn. Let him have a good sleep. I will tell the kitchen to cook some dishes that he likes."

Old Mrs. Li waved his hand and said, "You watch him at home, I'll go to the business office for a walk."

After saying that, he got up and walked out.

...

After returning to his room and lying down, Li Changsheng didn't wake up until after midnight, and he didn't even eat lunch.

After putting on her clothes and shoes, she walked to the front of the hall. Mrs. Liu was arranging the servants to put out the dishes and chopsticks. She looked at Li Changsheng who was walking out of the back room and stepped forward to pull him to sit down next to her.

Pointing to the dishes on the table, he said: "Mom made the dishes you like to eat in the past. You can eat more later. You can practice hard in the mountains and enjoy it when you get home."

"Old man, what are you doing here? Come over for dinner!"

Mrs. Liu turned her head and shouted into the yard.

The only person in the Li family who dared to call Mrs. Li in this tone was Liu. She even deliberately added a final sound, which made Li Changsheng, who was holding a bowl of rice, couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that only by returning to your own home can you truly let go of your attachment to practicing in the monastery.

He was originally feeling a little anxious, but his shouting at Mrs. Liu immediately disappeared.

"The business of the business has been good in the past few months, and it should be even better in the summer."

Old Mrs. Li walked in slowly, cleared his throat, looked at Mrs. Liu and said.

Hearing Mrs. Li say that business was good, Mrs. Liu stood up and stretched out her hand to invite him to come and sit down.

He smiled and said, "Business is good, which is a good thing. It seems like it's time to get engaged to Changsheng!"

Old Mrs. Li sat down next to Mr. Liu, glanced at Li Changsheng, nodded, and agreed to the proposal.

Li Changsheng became anxious, stood up anxiously, waved his hands and said: "No!"

Mrs. Liu glared at Li Changsheng, thinking that parents have always made the decision about their children's marriage, so it's not your turn to make your own decision.

Then he looked at him and asked, "Why not?"

"The engagement between two people is such a big deal. My son is still a monk now. Even if people from Qingfeng County come to town, we can't be so perfunctory. Before getting engaged, I should always go back to the mountain to ask the master for his opinion.

"

Li Changsheng looked at the two of them and started talking seriously. He didn't want to be in such a hurry.

Old Mrs. Li picked up the wine jar on the table and poured himself a glass.

He looked up at Li Changsheng, looked at him solemnly and said, "Son, you don't really want to be a monk for the rest of your life, do you?"

Mrs. Liu was stunned, then turned to look at Li Changsheng and said, "How dare he? I'm still waiting for him to give me a big, fat little boy to carry on the family line after he gets married. I had agreed with Master Jingdao that he would return to secular life when Changsheng reaches adulthood.

of."

Li Changsheng's face looked a little confused. He felt that his parents were too anxious. After finally going down the mountain, he encountered a forced marriage at home.

He felt that the obstacles he encountered in his practice were nothing compared to this inexplicable finger-tip marriage.

He would rather spend more time practicing the remaining two palm seals than get to know Song Yu'er from Qingfeng County.

Looking at the look on her son's face... and guessing what he was thinking, Mrs. Liu stood up and put two pieces of chicken into his bowl.

He comforted in a low voice: "This is stir-fried with soybean paste. It was your favorite dish when you were a child. Try how it tastes."

"Thank you, mother." Li Changsheng stood up, nodded, looked at Mrs. Liu and said, "After thinking about it, I am now a vegetarian with my master."

After saying this, he handed the bowl of chicken nuggets to Mr. Li, who was drinking from a cup.

The servants in the mansion looked at Li Changsheng like a monster and thought to themselves, isn't this the young master's favorite dish? When he was a child, he would pester Mr. Liu to cook it for him every day.

It's good now. I just went to Mount Sumeru to practice Buddhism for a few years, and I stopped eating my favorite fried chicken with soybean paste when I came back. Do I really want to become a monk for the rest of my life?

Mrs. Li raised his head and glanced at his son, and said to Mrs. Liu, "My son can eat whatever he wants, as long as he goes home and gets married honestly."

Mrs. Liu shook her head repeatedly, looked at Li Changsheng who was lowering his head to eat, sighed softly, and said: "Son, son, I don't care what you eat, but you really have to listen to your parents and marry the young lady from the Song family of Qingfeng County.

Come home."

Li Changsheng smiled slightly, looked up at Mrs. Liu and said, "When my son comes back, tell the master and ask him to allow me to return to secular life and go home. Then I will naturally follow my parents' arrangements."

I thought that when I return to the temple, I will definitely not go down the mountain easily, even if I have to go back, it will take a few years.

How could Mrs. Li and Liu Gao know what their son was thinking about? The two old men looked at each other and thought that from tomorrow onwards, people would be guarding you to prevent you from going back to the temple. No matter what, they had to finalize the marriage.

...

However, before Mrs. Li and Mr. Liu could find someone to watch over Li Changsheng, he quietly left home and returned to the mountain before dawn the next day. He didn't even have time to eat breakfast, let alone say goodbye to the two elders.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door during breakfast that Ms. Liu pushed the door open and went in, only to find that her son had gone.

She was so angry that she returned to the front of the hall and patted the table in front of Mrs. Li and said: "You said this child went back quietly without saying hello. The Song family will bring the young lady to the town tomorrow. What should we do?

ah!"

Old Mrs. Li looked up at the door and let out a long sigh.

He said helplessly: "When the child has grown up, do you think he listened to us in everything when he was still seven or eight years old? Tomorrow when the Song family comes, they will tell the truth. If there is a fate, even if Changsheng hides in Fu Kong Temple, they will

See you again."

Ms. Liu sat opposite Mrs. Li and couldn't help but shed tears.

He said with red eyes: "This child has never let us worry about him since he was a child. Unexpectedly, when he grows up, he won't worry about it anymore."

Mrs. Li also looked a little ugly, but seeing Mrs. Liu's sadness, he didn't feel like saying anything, so he just took out a silk scarf and handed it to her.

He murmured: "Let's eat first. When my daughter comes over, you can discuss with her what to do."

...

Deep in the vast Sumeru Mountains, there is a temple hidden in a mountain stream with ancient trees. It is the Bu Kong Temple where Li Changsheng lives.

In the Buddhist hall at the deepest part of Bukong Temple, Li Changsheng, who had quietly returned from home and wanted to escape from his marriage, seemed to have turned into a child who had done something wrong, and was sitting on the floor of the Buddhist hall with his hands crossed.

He was holding a string of Bodhi beads that he had been spinning for eight years in his hand, and he was muttering in his mouth, chanting the Shurangama Sutra. The guilt on his face was gradually fading away, replaced by a faint and solemn Buddha.

Mutually.

"Eye and color are conditions, born from eye consciousness. Eyes have distinctions, and color and dust are ignorant. When consciousness arises in it, it is because the mind is there... It cannot be combined, it is not knowledge, that is, it has no body. What is the appearance in it?

.Therefore, you should know that there is no place to be in the middle..."

Master Jingdao once told Li Changsheng that reciting sutras can calm the mind and visualize the Buddhas to enter samadhi. However, I don’t know since when, Li Changsheng can also enter samadhi while reciting sutras.

In the eyes of the disciples in the temple, this was something unthinkable, but he was as accustomed to it as eating and drinking.

Visualize and enter concentration.

Meditate and contemplate.

This is just a convenient way to practice Buddhism. Usually, what he visualizes after entering concentration is the Buddhas.

But today, after entering samadhi, my consciousness left my body, and what I visualized was a lotus pond. At the end of the winding stone bridge was a pavilion. In the pavilion, there was a girl with long hair and a white dress, playing the piano.

The sound of the piano was quiet and quiet, like lotus flowers in the water, swaying in the wind, breaking through the clouds and fog, and a faint fragrance rushed into his nose, as if he was in a fairyland.

On the seven strings of Lingling, listen quietly to the cold mountain wind.

Although the ancient tune is self-loving, many people nowadays don’t play it.

Li Changsheng moved forward and chanted softly, wanting to go up the stone bridge to see the beautiful woman. Before he could see the woman's face clearly, he saw the pavilion in the lake gradually disappearing, and what he saw was the apricot blossom embroidered on the white skirt, as if

Fantasy seems real...

Li Changsheng became anxious and shouted: "Miss, please stay!" Unexpectedly, he woke up from trance.

I lowered my head and saw that the Bodhi in my hand had rotated to the 108th grain, and further ahead was the Buddha's head.

"Look back when you meet the Buddha? What does this mean?" Li Changsheng looked down at the Buddhist beads in his hand and muttered to himself.

Feeling moved, he raised his head and looked at the Buddhas in the temple, only to see the Buddhas in the temple looking at him with lowered eyebrows and bowed heads.

"If you keep thinking about me, there will be echoes. I have no one to think about, so how can I visualize the beautiful woman?"
Chapter completed!