A long time passed, but it seemed like another moment. Time had no effect at this moment. ◎, Until Liu Dong woke up from this "epiphany" that could only be understood, a faint joy surged in his heart, "Nothing."
Thinking that this trip to Jiming Temple unexpectedly made me have a breakthrough in my state of mind. In this way, my calligraphy, painting and sculpture skills should have improved again!"
After reaching the master level in calligraphy, painting and sculpture, simply relying on hard work day and night will have little effect. Only the sublimation of perception and state of mind is the best way to improve one's skills.
After calming down his joyful mood, Liu Dong remembered that Pan Yun was still with him! He quickly turned his head and unexpectedly met Pan Yunshuo's eyes, which were filled with extraordinary splendor.
After the two people's eyes met, Pan Yun showed an obvious dodge on his face. After blushing, he said in a slightly panic tone: "Mr. Liu, I didn't expect that your realm is so advanced. It's really admirable!"
"Ms. Pan, you deserve the award. I just expressed my feelings!"
"Mr. Liu, you are friends of Chen Mo and Liang Sicheng, and they are also my friends. In this way, we can be considered friends! So, there is no need to call Miss Pan. If you don't mind, just call me
My name?" His face was red, but he looked at Liu Dongdao firmly.
"Bitter!"
After hearing this, Liu Dong secretly thought in his heart.
From Pan Yun's words just now, he clearly noticed that the other party had a good impression of him. And good feeling is the beginning of a relationship.
In addition, perhaps to give him and Pan Yun a space to be alone, Chen Mo, Liang Sicheng, and their girlfriends are not here at the moment. Liu Dong can't find any excuses to change the topic.
Looking at the girl's unblinking eyes, Liu Dong couldn't refuse directly.
"Quan promise him, I won't be able to stay in Jinling for long anyway! Let time dilute this hazy good feeling!" Thinking of this, Liu Dong nodded and said, "Pan Yun, then I can't be more respectful.
I obey!"
"Okay, then I'll call you Liu Dong too?"
"Um!"
When Liu Dong nodded and Pan Yun jumped for joy, a middle-aged monk wearing yellow monk robes came to the two of them. To be more precise, he came to Liu Dong's side.
"donor?"
"Master, you called me?" Liu Dong said in surprise, looking at the solemn-looking middle-aged monk in front of him.
"That's right!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong showed a look of confusion on his face. He had no Buddhist friends in Jinling Jiming Temple or even in the entire Jiangsu Province!
Perhaps seeing the confusion on Liu Dong's face, the middle-aged monk clasped his palms together and said, "Donor, don't misunderstand me, I have no ill intentions! It's just that the elders in the temple want to see the benefactor, and hope that the benefactor can come without hesitation!"
"What? The elders in your temple want to see me?" Liu Dong pointed at his nose and asked in surprise.
"good!"
"But, I remember not knowing anyone in Jiming Temple?" Liu Dong said.
However, he was not the only one who was confused. The monk who was sent over at this moment was also confused. You must know that the elder who summoned Liu Dong in Jiming Temple was not an ordinary person. He was two generations higher than the now famous Master Zongcheng.
He is the only remaining eminent monk of the Jingzi generation who is almost legendary in the temple.
He had been ordained and entered the temple for more than 30 years. He had never seen this Jingzi elder who only practiced in the backyard! If he hadn't been suddenly ordered by his master to summon Liu Dong this time, he would have almost forgotten the rooster crow.
In the temple, there is also such a legendary eminent monk.
"Donor, please rest assured. Jiming Temple is the number one temple in Jinling and we will definitely not do anything illegal. Moreover, Buddhism emphasizes the word 'fate'. Maybe it is the donor's fate!"
"Has it been fate? I don't want to become a monk!" Although he thought so, Liu Dong was really curious.
Obviously he had no acquaintances in Jiming Temple, but someone came to visit him, and from what the monk said, it could be vaguely guessed that the person seemed to be some kind of great person.
Otherwise, the other party would not have shown such a strong look of respect on his face when he mentioned that elder.
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
After a slight hesitation, Liu Dong, who was curious in his heart, agreed.
"Donor, please!" The monk looked happy and quickly turned around and said.
"Master, you're welcome!"
As soon as Liu Dong left, Pan Yun, who was with him next to him, naturally followed him.
A group of three people came down from the Medicine Buddha Pagoda, and then walked towards the back along the ancient bluestone road in the temple. After walking for a while, Liu Dong discovered that the further they walked in, the fewer tourists were watching in the temple, and the surrounding environment became worse.
It was simple and quiet. Even at the end, except for a few passing monks who looked at the two of them curiously, there was no tourist around.
"Female donor, please stay! Going forward is the backyard, which is a place for many eminent monks to retreat. It is really inconvenient for female guests to disturb you!" When he walked to a courtyard door that looked like a hanging flower door inside a courtyard, the middle-aged monk stopped him.
Pan Yun was planning to continue following.
"Master, this is my friend, can't he come in too?"
"The donor doesn't know something. If there is no summons from inside, let alone the donor, even the old monk I can't just go in." The monk shook his head.
Seeing the uncompromising look on the monk's face, Pan Yun hesitated and said: "Liu Dong, you go in first, I'll wait for you here!"
"Okay!... By the way, why don't you go find Chen Mo and the others first? I'll go find you after I come out." When he was at the Shwedagon Pagoda in Myanmar two years ago, Liu Dong was deeply impressed.
, he was afraid that something similar would happen in Jiming Temple. If this was the case, then Pan Yun would really have a long time to wait!
"No, I'll just wait for you here. If I'm tired, I'll go sit on the stone bench over there!"
Hearing this, Liu Dong didn't have much to say!
"Okay then, I'll come out as soon as possible!"
After nodding towards Pan Yun, Liu Dong turned around and continued to walk a few steps forward. After ascending the three bluestone steps, he walked into the heavy temple door opened by the middle-aged monk.
After entering the door, what appears in front of you is a courtyard of about 200 square meters. There are red flowers and green willows in the courtyard, and ancient trees with stems and branches planted in the corners. Two 120 cm wide bluestone paths pass from both sides, bypassing the central courtyard.
The garden extends into the courtyard.
"Master, this stone carving is good. It has the majestic momentum of the northern school, but also the delicacy of the southern stone carvings. It also has smooth knife skills and rounded writing. It is indeed the work of a master!"
Liu Dong pointed to the giant stone sculpture in the center of the courtyard, which was about three meters high and two and a half meters wide, and praised it.
"The donor really has a good eye. This stone sculpture of the Lushan Waterfall was made when Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty went to the south of the Yangtze River for the third time. He had a discussion with Zen Master Hongfa, who was in charge of Jiming Temple at that time.
The "Diamond Sutra" and the explanation of the meaning of the "Great Agama Sutra" made Emperor Qianlong very happy. He ordered the construction office to carve this "Lushan Waterfall" stone sculpture as a reward to Bi Temple. It has been 7 years now!
"
Seeing the pride on the middle-aged monk's face, Liu Dong nodded, "It turned out to be the work of the Royal Manufacturing Office of the Qing Dynasty. No wonder the craftsmanship is so exquisite!"
"The donor has given me the prize, please come in!"
"Um!"
Following the bluestone road, Liu Dong bypassed the central garden and came to the attic at the back.
The attic is a very ordinary structure of blue bricks and beams, maybe because it took a long time to build. In the gaps between the bricks and tiles, you can clearly see the green grass blowing in the wind.
However, although this attic looks old, it is extremely clean. There is no dead branch or leaf on the small bluestone patio in front of the attic!
"Dharma Ring, you wait outside the hall!"
Just as Liu Dong was looking at the attic and patio in front of him, suddenly, an old but clear voice that sounded like a dust removal came from the attic.
"Yes, great uncle!" The middle-aged monk clasped his palms together and said respectfully toward the attic.
"Squeak!"
With a hoarse friction sound, the originally closed door slowly opened toward the inside.
At the same time, as the door blocking his sight disappeared, Liu Dong also saw clearly the situation in the attic.
I saw a skinny old monk with white eyebrows hanging down to his cheeks sitting in front of a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha whose golden body was already peeling off.
However, because it was from the side, Liu Dong did not see clearly what the old monk looked like.
"Donor please come in!"
After hearing this, Liu Dong hesitated for a moment and then strode over.
Although it can be seen from the scene of opening the door just now, this old monk who has lived for an unknown period of time must also be a person with profound internal energy, and has even broken through the realm of Baodan. But now Liu Dong's internal energy cultivation is also
Holding the pill in half a step, I don't dare to say whether I can beat the old monk, but if I want to escape, I am confident that the other party can't stop me.
After Liu Dong walked into the meditation hall, he suddenly saw the old monk waving his sleeves. Liu Dong clearly felt a powerful force pouring out of his hands, and the originally open door suddenly closed!
Liu Dong was shocked when he saw this and secretly became vigilant.
"Donor, don't worry too much, I have no ill intentions! Please sit down!"
"Thank you, Master!"
After saying a polite word, Liu Dong walked to the green cloth futon in front of the old monk and sat down cross-legged.
At this time, Liu Dong also saw the whole face of the old monk clearly. In appearance, the old monk was no different from an ordinary 60 or 70-year-old man, but there was only a scar from the corner of his left eye to his chin, which made this old monk look different.
The monk's face was even more ferocious!
Perhaps sensing Liu Dong's scrutinizing gaze, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed.
"Um?"
Liu Dong was shocked!
There was no emotion in the black and white eyes of the old monk. He was like a newborn baby who was no more than half a year old!