Then I saw the little monk Shang Qi pointing his hand at the door of the backyard and saying with serious eyes, "She."
The long-browed old monk immediately followed his apprentice's direction and found that the doorway into the backyard was empty and there was not a single figure.
So the long-browed old monk withdrew his gaze, looked at the closed disciple in front of him again, and shook his head helplessly.
He was also ready to speak and persuade this apprentice carefully to focus on cultivation and not to waste his time playing around all day long.
As a result, the moment the long-browed old monk spoke.
A sweet laughter came from the door, as clear as a bell.
"It's seven, come out and see if the flowers I just picked are beautiful...eh?"
A little girl with two ponytails, a tender face and a petite figure.
She held a bouquet of magnolia flowers in one hand and a snow pear in the other, and ran happily into the backyard.
But when she saw the long-browed old monk in front of the young monk, her voice stopped abruptly, and she quickly stopped and hid the magnolia and snow pears behind her.
Then she saluted the long-browed old monk, her tone less relaxed and more solemn.
"Hello, Master Puyin."
"Um."
The old monk with long eyebrows responded habitually.
But suddenly, he remembered the answer of the disciple who had just closed the door, and he couldn't help but glanced at the little girl in surprise.
Then he turned around, looked at the closed disciple, frowned and said, "Seven, was your answer just now serious?"
Shang Qi Liao turned to look at Xiao Ba, nodded, and said firmly, "Of course."
"snort!"
The long-browed old monk immediately snorted angrily and frowned even more tightly.
Then when he looked at the closed disciples, he saw only the daughter of the old Xia family, and he couldn't help but feel even more angry!
"Nonsense! Master knows all the Zen in this world.
But without the kind of Zen you mentioned, are you afraid that you have been obsessed?!"
Unexpectedly, the closed disciple in his eyes was still looking at the little girl, and did not turn his head. He just smiled softly and opened his mouth to respond.
"Master, since you know all Zen, have you found the only one in your heart?"
only?
The old monk with long eyebrows shrank his eyes and was stunned by this question. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
He couldn't help but think back over the many Zen practices he had practiced in his life.
I also try to find the only one in my heart from those Zen.
As a result, the old monk with long eyebrows couldn't find the one and only thing after searching for it.
However, in this process of searching and questioning, in just a few seconds.
The old monk with long eyebrows suddenly woke up.
Is there any unique Zen in this world?
Some, it is just the Zen practice in this life that becomes the only thing in my heart.
And this only can be the many Zen he cultivated.
It can also be the only Zen that closed disciples think, or that little girl.
After understanding this, the long-browed old monk looked at the closed disciple in front of him again and couldn't help but smile knowingly, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
At the end, he laughed loudly, showing endless joy and pride, and turned around and left.
Also from this day on, the old monk with long eyebrows no longer interfered with the practice of his disciples.
Because he already understood in his heart that the disciple he had personally accepted back then was already far better than his master.
Even after the long-browed old monk turned around and left, he kept mumbling, "The only Zen, the only Zen..."
Exuding a sense of full happiness and pride.
At this time, when the little girl Xia Ba saw the long-browed old monk leaving, she couldn't help but asked in confusion.
"Seven, what do you mean by the only thing you just said?"
Shang Qi Liao looked at Xiao Ba's face and said honestly, "This is the Zen way I practice."
"Okay, I get it now……"
Xia Badang nodded as if he had some understanding, then snorted and said, "Master Puyin must be here to urge you to chant sutras and meditate again, right?"
Humph, it would be too boring to sit like a wooden stake all day long.
Forget it, let’s not talk about this.
Let me show you the magnolia flowers I just picked, do you think they are beautiful..."
Shang Qi Liao looked at the bouquet of magnolia flowers held in Xiao Ba's hand, which exuded an elegant fragrance, and couldn't help but smile and nod.
"Beautiful, like a fairy in the sky."
When Xia Ba heard the word "beautiful" in front of him, he immediately beamed.
She was also going to stuff magnolia flowers and snow pears into the young monk's hands as a reward for his praise.
As a result, when Xia Badang heard the second half of the sentence, he was stunned.
She first looked down at the magnolia flower in her hand, and then looked up at the little monk, with a surge of anger on her face.
Then she picked up the snow pear and hit the little monk on the head, and gave a soft drink.
"Okay Qi, how dare you peek at other fairies behind my back?
Huh! He also said that you only have eyes for me.
I think you just used sweet words to deceive me."
Shang Qi was a little stunned and couldn't figure out what was wrong with what he just said.
But he was also used to Xiaoba's temper that could get angry at every turn, so he immediately explained with a smile.
"Xiaoba, what I just said is a metaphor..."
"Oh, metaphor?"
Xia Badang immediately put his hands on his hips and looked at the young monk with wide eyes, becoming even more angry.
"If you hadn't peeked at other fairies, how could you say such adjectives?
Unfortunately, I still want to give you this bouquet of flowers and this pear.
It's so stinky that you actually dare to anger me like this!
Forget it, I’ll eat it myself and won’t give it to you…”
But at the next moment, she opened her eyes slightly and found that the pear she was about to take a bite of was taken by her other hand.
Looking at the empty palms again, Xia Badang looked up at the little monk, and saw that the little monk was also stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran away. He couldn't help but burst into tears with anger.
She didn't care about anything else and shouted quickly.
"What a stinker! Give me back my snow pear..."
She grabbed the magnolia flower in her hand and ran after her.
The morning light fell on the two figures, drawing two shadows on the ground, chasing each other and playing with each other.
Finally they merged together, as if only a shadow was left.
…
At the same time, the old monk with long eyebrows walked through the corridor and came to the courtyard next door.
As expected, a helpless sigh sounded in his ears.
"Hey, this is the trouble after giving birth to a daughter. Every day you have to worry about which piggy will fuck you."
Zen Master Puyin stopped and looked at a figure in the courtyard, sitting on a rocking chair, basking in the sun and reading ancient books.
He was already familiar with this scene, and he immediately nodded towards the figure without saying a word, wanting to continue walking forward.
Suddenly, his footsteps paused and he stopped again. He turned to look at the figure, frowned and said, "Donor Xia, who are you scolding?"