When Xue Poye heard the word "Da Yuan", he was very familiar with it. He was a little surprised to hear that he claimed to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple.
Turning his eyes, he suddenly realized that Tan Ziqing made up that day that he would worship Buddha with Master Dayuan at Lingyin Temple. Although it was a fabrication, Tan Ziqing still seemed to know Abbot Dayuan.
Dayuan saw Xue Poye's shocked look, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Since we are worshiping Buddha, we should offer incense!"
Xue Poye calmed down, smiled, went over to offer incense, and bowed respectfully for a few times before saying, "I heard that the master is going to give a lecture tonight and no one is allowed to go up the mountain?"
Dayuan was stunned and said: "Lecture on the sutra? I always give sutra lectures in the morning, not at night!"
Xue Poye wondered: Why did the two masters at the foot of the mountain say that the master was going to give a lecture tonight, and no one was allowed to go up the mountain to avoid disturbing them?"
Dayuan shook his head and said calmly: "In the Holy Land of Buddhism, compassionate people can worship Buddha at all times. How can we stop it? Amitabha, did the donor hear wrongly?"
Xue Poye secretly marveled, but he didn't want to argue anymore. He touched his nose and said with a smile: "I may have heard wrongly. The Buddhist atmosphere is permeated here. It is really a good place to worship Buddha!"
Dayuan smiled faintly and said nothing.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside, and a voice panted: "Abbott, Abbot, they are coming!"
A person ran in from outside the door, and Xue Poye saw clearly that it was the middle-aged monk who had just delivered food to the woodshed.
The middle-aged monk entered the main hall and immediately showed doubts when he saw Xue Poye. He looked up and down at Xue Poye's eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched and he looked strange.
Dayuan said calmly: "Pure your heart, purify your mind, don't observe like this, stop being impatient, purify your mind, understand, why are you so panicked?" Although his voice was extremely calm, Xue Poye could feel a hint of anger in his voice.
Monk Mingming put his hands together and said, "Abbott, they are here!"
Dayuan did not answer, but smiled and said to Xue Poye: "This benefactor, it's getting late, why not rest in this temple!" Without waiting for Xue Poye's agreement, he ordered: "Take the benefactor to the guest room, so that I can serve you well! Wait.
"The two words were bitten very hard.
Xue Poye didn't refuse, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Then I'll excuse you!"
Monk Mingming glanced at Xue Poye with a strange expression, clasped his hands and said, "Donor please!"
Xue Poye took a step forward and strode out of the Main Hall.
It was a cold night, the moon was thick, and there was silence in Lingyin Temple.
Monk Mingming followed beside him like a ghost, leading Xue Poye forward.
After turning around a stone path, I came to a small courtyard, where Monk Mingming stopped.
Xue Poye was not afraid. He saw clearly the monk's pace. Although he had great skills, he didn't seem to be very powerful.
Po Ye pretended to be surprised and said: "Master, why don't you leave? Didn't the abbot ask you to take me to the guest room? I happen to be hungry too. Master will get me some chicken, duck and fish later. I'm full."
Good sleep!”
Monk Mingming slowly turned around, with a gloomy look on his face, and said coldly: "Who are you?" His eyes scanned Xue Poye's body like blades.
Who did Xue Poye laugh out loud? Just a pilgrim, what the master asked was strange!"
Na Mingming's face was green and he was staring at Xue Poye's face.
Xue Poye saw that his expression was uncertain, his eyes were extremely dark, and there was a faint murderous intent.
Po Ye looked behind Ming Ming with a surprised look on his face: "Abbott, why are you here?"
Monk Mingming was startled and turned around in astonishment. Xue Poye suddenly punched out with lightning speed, directly hitting the main artery in Monk Mingming's neck. He struck quickly and hard without mercy.
Xue Poye understands this principle very well: strike first is the advantage.
Knowing that the monk had murderous intentions, Xue Poye naturally would not wait for him to take action.
Monk Mingming felt a strong wind blowing in his ears, and knew that he had fallen into Xue Poye's trap. He really couldn't see that Xue Poye, who looked so gentle on the surface, actually had skills, and his attacks were extremely ferocious.
He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. With a sound, Xue Poye's fist hit Monk Mingming's neck hard. He used all his strength this time. He didn't know the depth of Monk Mingming's skills, so he could only fight with all his strength.
Before Monk Mingming could scream, Xue Poye's other hand had formed into the shape of a palm, and he cut Monk Mingming's throat like a knife. His move was actually a move in the Splitting Kung Fist, but he just adapted to the situation and turned the fist into a palm.
Monk Mingming groaned, rolled his eyes, and collapsed.
When Xue Poye saw him collapsed on the ground, his tense heart relaxed, and he was secretly grateful: "Brother Zhang, thank you very much for your teaching me this time!"
Not far away was a patch of grass. Xue Poye pulled the unconscious monk Mingming into the patch of grass. Judging from his appearance, he might not be able to wake up within two or three hours.
After pondering for a while, he took off Monk Mingming's gown and put it on himself. Monk Mingming was thick and fat, and Xue Poye was tall, so it happened to fit perfectly.
If you wear your own clothes and walk around Lingyin Temple, you will definitely be noticed. It will be much more convenient if you put on a monk's robe, but the hair is long and fluttery, and it is difficult to hide it. There is no way but to pull it off.
The next piece of cloth was tied on the head like a turban, covering the dark long hair.
Although it looks a bit nondescript, it is much more secretive than his previous appearance.
Monk Mingming was stuffed into the bushes until it was difficult to find him, and then he came out Shi Shiran.
I was a little confused in my heart. Although the possibility of the little immortal being in Lingyin Temple was very high, Lingyin Temple occupies an extremely large area and is magnificent. There are hundreds of big houses and small rooms, but I don't know where I am.
Walking eastward along the high wall, I suddenly heard a shout from the side: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't keep the guests waiting!"
There was a sound of footsteps, and several monks filed out from the side, holding tea fruits in their hands and walking forward quickly.
Xue Poye hurriedly clung to the wall. It was dark, but it was difficult to see.
Behind him came a monk in gray clothes, urging him repeatedly.
Xue Poye wanted to follow behind to see what was going on, but the stone ground in front of him was empty. If he followed, he would definitely be discovered.
However, the situation in Lingyin Temple tonight is too strange, and I don't know what kind of strange guests have come.
Seeing those monks disappearing into the night, Xue Poye touched his nose, squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, and then wanted to follow them, when a young novice monk unexpectedly turned out from the side.
The little novice monk said plausibly: "I have heard that at one time the Buddha was among the two salas beside the Ayirabhati River, the birthplace of the powerful man in Kushi City. At that time, the World Honored One and the great bhikkhu were surrounded by eight billion hundreds of thousands of people. On the 15th day of the second month
When the sun approaches Nirvana, use the power of Buddha to make a loud sound...!"
When Xue Poye was in a daze, the young novice monk caught a glimpse of him and bowed respectfully: "Yuan Hui has seen Uncle Master, Amitabha. Uncle Master has not rested yet?"
Xue Poye was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood that he was wearing the monk's robe of the Ming Dynasty. The young novice monk Yuan Hui recognized the person by looking at the clothes, and said that he was a monk of the Ming Dynasty, so he called him uncle.
He loosened his clenched fists and clasped his hands together and said, "Uncle, I worship the moon and the Buddha, and I haven't rested yet!"
The little novice monk touched his bald head, looked up at the moon half blocked by dark clouds, and said with admiration: "Uncle Master is profound in Dharma, but Yuan Hui is short in wisdom. I still hope that Uncle Master can give me some advice." He then said curiously: "Uncle Master, you are so profound.
Why are you wearing a headscarf in the middle of the night?”
Xue Poye said sarcastically: Uncle is sick and feels uncomfortable, so he is wearing a turban to go away from the cold!"
The little novice monk nodded, suddenly enlightened.
Xue Poye rolled his eyes and asked: "Uncle Master has something to ask you, you must answer honestly. If you say a wrong word, Buddha will be blamed!"
The little novice monk said devoutly: "Master, please tell me, Yuan Hui knows what to say. The Buddha said he would not lie, so Yuan Hui doesn't dare to talk nonsense!"
Xue Poye saw that this little novice monk was very honest, and he was secretly glad that he had finally found a tongue. He was afraid that he would be easily discovered here, so he took him to a hidden place, so he asked: "How many and... how many masters were there just now?"
My nephew is carrying tea and fruit, where are they going?"
The little novice monk opened his mouth, but didn't speak.
Xue Poye shouted in a low voice: "Yuan Hui, don't you tell the truth in front of your uncle?"
There was a look of embarrassment on the little novice's face. I didn't know what the Buddha said to be unheard or unheard, but I heard them talking, so I knew where they were going. This was what I heard, and it was a sin. Yuan Hui didn't dare
explain!"
Holy shit, Xue Poye felt angry in his stomach, but since he wanted something from him, he could only patiently say: "Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. If you have heard it, you have not heard it. If you have not heard it, you have heard it. If you don't say it, it means you have said it.
You said it, but you didn’t say it, you just said it!”
The young novice monk was stunned for a moment and then said, "They went to Jingxin Zen Temple!"
"Jingxin Chanyuan?" Xue Poye asked curiously: "Where is that place?"
The little novice monk scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, has he even forgotten about Jingxin Zen Temple?"
My uncle is sick and his mind is a little confused, so he can't remember many things at the moment, Amitabha!" Xue Poye could only give a very poor reason.
Fortunately, the young novice monk had no scheming, and was honest and honest. He nodded and said: "Uncle, if you are sick, please rest early and take good care of yourself. Buddha will bless you. Amitabha, be aware of the impermanence of the world, the fragile land, the four major sufferings, and the five yins."
There is no self, variation of birth and death, hypocrisy and no owner, the heart is the source of evil, and the body is the source of sin. If you observe it like this, you will gradually leave life and death...!"
Xue Poye frowned and said, "What sutra are you reciting again?"
"The Buddha said that eight great people are enlightened by the Sutra!" The little novice monk said sincerely: "I want to chant the sutra to drive away illness for my uncle!"
Xue Poye smiled slightly. This young monk had a very good conscience, but he was busy with something. He asked, "Where is the Jingxin Zen Temple?"
"That's where the abbot usually meditates, in the west courtyard!" the young novice replied.
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