Ouyang Xue thought she was blocking the old monk's way and took a step back.
Qiu Ye and Xia Yang stood on the right side of Ouyang Xue and made way for them.
Only Xu Yazhi, like a devout believer, clasped her hands and faced the old monk: "Hello, Master."
The old monk is smiling. The teeth in his mouth are almost as bright as his head. His left eye seems to be blind. The whole eyeball is gray-white, but his right eye is very bright. The corner of his mouth is tilted to the left. It is better not to smile. When he smiles, half of his face
It's tilted to the left, which doesn't feel very comfortable.
Xu Yazhi muttered: Like a flower monk!
"Amitabha...Hello, female donor." The old monk still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes. He had no intention of passing by Ouyang Xue and the others. He seemed to have been immobilized by the four beauties and could not leave.
"Excuse me, Master, what kind of Bodhisattva is enshrined in the temple? The incense is so strong, it must be very spiritual?" Xu Yazhi glanced at Ouyang Xue and the other three, and saw that the three of them were also looking at the old monk with strange eyes.
"The Eight Immortals are enshrined in the Main Hall." Although the old monk spoke not loudly, he was full of energy. Xu Yazhi and the others could hear it clearly amidst the bustle of people burning incense and worshiping Buddha.
"Did the legendary Eight Immortals really gather here?" As soon as Xu Yazhi said this, she suddenly felt that she was too naive. If it were true, would it still be a legend?
"Amitabha... is just a myth passed down from generation to generation and cannot be taken to be true." When the old monk answered Xu Yazhi's question, his right eye, the eye that was not blind, glanced at the three girls standing aside, and finally
He fixed his gaze on Ouyang Xue's face, and his left eyelid twitched a few times quickly: "This female donor, would you like to listen to some boring words from me?"
Nowadays, fake monks are walking around urban streets or at the gates of temples. When they see gullible believers, especially the elderly, they will pester them. Usually the first words they say are: Amitabha, donor,
The poor monk gave a few words to the donor... in order to arouse the curiosity of the deceived person and achieve his purpose of making money.
But the old monk in front of her made Ouyang Xue completely relax her vigilance. Although she was ugly and even evil-looking, she was still deeply attracted by his eyes and felt that what the old monk had to say was very important to her.
, I really wanted to hear what he had to say right away, so I nodded involuntarily.
Qiu Ye, Xia Yang, and Xu Yazhi exchanged glances, and the three of them seemed to have reached a consensus: This is a lustful old monk!
Qiu Ye pulled Ouyang Xue and planned to walk away.
Ouyang Xue turned to look at them and said, "Sister Qiu Ye, if you want to burn incense, go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
Xia Yang looked at Xu Yazhi and Qiu Ye, then at the old monk, pouted and said, "We don't burn incense, right, Sister Qiu Ye?" He winked at Qiu Ye and Xu Yazhi.
Qiu Ye and Xu Yazhi understood what Xia Yang meant and were not worried about leaving such a great beauty like Ouyang Xue with such an old monk.
"Yes, Ouyang, we don't burn incense." Xu Yazhi said quickly with a smile.
Ouyang Xue then looked sideways at the old monk: "Master, if you have anything to say, please tell me."
The old monk's fingers were slow to count the beads, and his crooked mouth spat out a clear sentence: "There are boundless blessings and blessings, beauty is easy to lose; travel with caution and beware of villains; sharing weal and woe, true love is valuable." Speaking of this, the old monk used his words.
With his right eye, he glanced at Xia Yang and continued: "Life and death are vast, love has no end; sleeping without self is like yellow beams; once you wake up from a dream, people are different and things are different. Amitabha... I'm sorry to bother you.
Donor Yaxing, sin...sin..." After saying that, he turned and walked away.
Ouyang Xue was confused by the old monk's crazy words. When she came back to her senses, she saw the old monk turned around and was about to disappear into the crowd of people, and asked loudly: "Excuse me
Master Buddha’s name?”
The old monk paused with his feet and did not look back: "I am a poor monk."
"Liao Fan... Oh my god... He is..." Qiu Ye's eyes widened in shock, pointing at the old monk who disappeared into the crowd: "He is Liao Fan..."
"Sister Qiu Ye, what's wrong?" Xu Yazhi asked strangely.
"Do you still remember the old monk who told you about the accurate fortune telling when I went up the mountain?" Qiu Ye looked at the three of them in surprise: "His name is Fan!"
"Ah..." Xu Yazhi stood on tiptoe and looked around for the monk Liao Fan, but there were too many people. The old monk seemed to have suddenly disappeared, let alone Liao Fan. In the huge courtyard in front of the main hall of the temple, there were only a few crowded devotees.
Outside, there was no sign of a monk: "Sister Qiu Ye, why didn't you tell me earlier? Otherwise, we could ask him to tell fortunes..."
"He doesn't read people's faces unless by chance. He can tell Ouyang so much. It seems that he is very close to Ouyang." Qiu Ye put his hands on Ouyang Xue's shoulders: "Ouyang, do you remember what Master Fan just said?
Did I tell you what I said?"
Ouyang Xue shook her head and nodded again: "I don't remember it completely."
"Quickly, get out the pen and paper. While we still have memory, we can write down what Liao Fan said."
The four of them exited the temple gate, found a place with relatively few people on the right side of the mountain gate, and sat down under an old cypress tree.
Xia Yang's major meant that she would carry a notebook, pen, and tape recorder with her wherever she went. Unfortunately, she didn't use them just now.
Ouyang Xue didn't remember the part, but with the memories of Qiu Ye and the other three, they finally recorded everything that the old monk Fan said just now with pen and paper.
"Misfortune is boundless, and beauty is easy to lose." Qiu Ye frowned and looked at the sentence written in his hand: "This does not seem to be a good word. Liao Fan said something unlucky as soon as he opened his mouth. This is different from ordinary fortune tellers.
Completely different, he seems to want to tell Ouyang what is going to happen in the future?"
"Maybe it's just a jingle made up casually, without any hint or mystery." Xia Yang said.
"No, if this kind of jingle comes from ordinary people, it really means nothing, but since it is said by Master Liaofan, it must have its meaning." Xu Yazhi said: "Listen to the last two sentences, be careful when traveling.
Beware of villains. This is clearly telling Ouyang that he should be more careful when going out and beware of villains plotting against him."
Xia Yang said: "But, the next two sentences, sharing weal and woe, true love is precious. It is very common, everyone understands it."
Qiu Ye was mumbling in his mouth, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, clapped his hands, and seemed to suddenly realize: "I understand, these two sentences are about the relationship between Brother Gen and Ouyang, including the last two sentences, life and death are uncertain, love is endless
End of the story. Ouyang and Brother Gen are said to be in love with each other for life and death. It is not difficult to understand if you think back to the hardships Ouyang and Brother Gen suffered in their relationship."
Xu Yazhi nuzzled Qiu Ye quietly, winked at her, and looked at Xia Yang.
Qiu Ye shut up immediately. She saw the lawsuit on Xia Yang's face and seemed to be very unhappy.
Ouyang Xue read out the last four sentences: "Sleeping without me is like a yellow beam; once you wake up from a dream, people and things are different. These four sentences seem to be talking about a dream, but the last sentence seems to be like a dream.
The saying that things are the same and people are not is reversed, or are we remembering it wrong? Is there such a thing as the saying that people are the same and things are different?"
"It's definitely true. What Liao Fan did say was 'people are different and things are different'. When I heard this sentence, I felt very strange." Xu Yazhi said: "Things are different and people are different, and what he said is that things are still the same as they were before."
People have changed, and things have changed. My understanding is the other way around, people have not changed, but the original things or the environment have changed."
"Sleep without self... oh... this sentence is like a Zen saying." Qiu Ye said: "Huang Liang must be talking about sweet dreams. Can it be understood that because of sweet dreams, I forget myself."
The four of them chatted and expressed their opinions, guessing what Fan wanted to tell Ouyang Xue. But in the end, the more they thought about it, no one could find the correct answer.
"Oh, no matter what, one thing is for sure. Since Master Liaofan took the initiative to speak Zen to Ouyang Xue, Ouyang must be a person who is destined to be a Buddha." Qiu Ye finally said.
But Ouyang Xue didn't think so. She was originally in a good mood, but a few words from the old monk made her feel uneasy. She had a vague premonition that something important, and something bad was going to happen to her.
Like the ground on the body.
After staying on the mountain for more than an hour, after eating the convenient food they brought with them, they started walking down the mountain. They did not plan to go back to the city tonight, so they booked two rooms at a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain.
When we returned to the inn, the sun was already setting, and the four of them were all very tired. After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, they sat down at a square wooden table and ate farm food. The hostess of the inn was a woman in her forties.
The next-year-old aunt is a bit fat, but has a very kind face. She always has a cheerful smile on her face and is very enthusiastic.
"Auntie, there is a monk named Luofan in the temple on the top of the mountain. I heard that fortune telling is very accurate. Is it true?" Qiu Ye asked when the hostess brought an earthen pot of mountain mushroom stewed with native chicken.
"Haha... I have never met the great monk Fan, but I have heard a lot of rumors about him. It is said that after becoming a monk on the top of the mountain, Liao Fan never came down the mountain for decades. With his qualifications, he should have been a monk long ago.
The person in charge of affairs at or above the level of the host, but for some reason, he is still an ordinary monk copying scriptures. However, I heard that the prestige of the great monk Fan is higher than that of the current host..." The hostess seemed to be happy.
I was very happy to tell Ouyang Xue and the others about Fan: "As for what I said about Monk Fan's fortune telling, none of us here have seen it." The hostess suddenly stopped smiling, lowered her voice, bowed her waist and said:
"You should also know about the deputy mayor Ren Xiaoyao who was arrested not long ago? I heard that the year before last, a man named Ren came here to inspect the work. By the way, he went to the mountaintop temple and met the great monk Fan... I heard that the great monk Fan was very rude.
He looked at Ren's face and said a few words, one of which was 'Those who commit evil will burn themselves'... If Ren hadn't been dismissed, I'm afraid no one would have recalled what the great monk Fan had said to Ren."
What the aunt said next shocked Ouyang Xue and the others. After the aunt walked away, Xu Yazhi whispered: "It seems that we have really met an expert!"