"Although the Golden Buddha is good, it is still just a stone without the illumination of light. If the golden cassock is on the body, but there is no light in the heart, it is also a coarse cloth."
The voice of talking to himself woke up the young monk guarding Pu De Hall. He quickly wiped the sleepiness on his face and bowed respectfully to the person who came: "Amitabha, morning!"
Cao Deng lowered his head, thinking about something. The dry skin on his face was like cracked yellow earth, and the golden thread cassock on his body was also covered with a layer of dust. His steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be in very low spirits as he staggered.
"Host...Host..." The young monk was surprised and shouted twice more, but still no response.
All the discussions about Taoism last night lingered in Cao Deng's mind. He had been practicing Zen and enlightenment for decades, and he claimed to have understood the meaning of Zen, but he didn't expect that his decades of practice would not be as good as the young master's words in one night.
I thought about it all night, but still couldn't let go of my obsession, so I had no choice but to walk around in a daze.
Unknowingly, we arrived near Pude Hall.
Entering the courtyard of Pu De Hall, Cao Deng was still in the state of wandering. As he walked around, he said to himself from time to time: "I have escaped into Buddhism for fifty years, and I still can't let it go? Or is it that my sins are too deep, and Buddhism doesn't understand it at all?"
Take me in? That’s why I can’t understand the true meaning of Zen.”
"I count all the people in the world, but why can't I count myself? Why do I encounter such a magical obstacle in my life?"
"The gold-threaded cassock is just like a coarse rag... Do you really want me to take off this robe..."
Cao Deng lowered his head and moved his old and tired body little by little.
While walking aimlessly, Cao Deng suddenly noticed the pine needles on the ground and was startled.
At this moment in the past, the pine needles on the ground had already been swept away. Why are there no traces of cleaning today?
Cao Deng retracted his thoughts, looked around, and found that no one was in the spacious courtyard. The little monk who used to sweep the floor was nowhere to be seen.
Outside the courtyard wall near the back gate of Pude Hall, under the shade of century-old pine trees, the young monk was sitting upright, holding a small wooden fish, tapping it gently, and speaking eloquently.
"Namo Amitabha... Namo Amitabha..."
"Pu Yuan! What are you doing?!"
The sudden scolding frightened the little monk to throw away his wooden fish and stood up: "Master, Master... Master."
"You're not sweeping the floor inside, so you come here to be lazy?"
"This disciple was stupid in the past and didn't know the master's good intentions when he asked his disciple to sweep the floor..."
…
In the courtyard wall, pine needles knocked on the closed door in the wind.
It's dawn, but the door that was open last night is closed, and the windows are locked, not letting in a breath of wind. Only a faint layer of light shines through the window paper. The white jade Guanyin on the table is still the same, with a
A smile like the spring breeze seems to be able to accept everything in the world.
On the bed at the foot of the room, the spring scene is still there, sultry, and a thin shirt wraps the two of them. In this intimate embrace, the beauty seems to make people forget everything. Who cares about the time and place? I can only say that I don’t know how.
Say, I want to be in love with each other but don’t know how to do it.
The hair stained with fragrant sweat slid past the tip of his nose. Xia Shang couldn't help but hold his hand, trying to retain the fragrance of the hair.
The child in her arms huddled up like a gentle rabbit, trying to cover the most delicate parts of her body in shame, but how could she escape? Soon she was caught in the palm of her husband's hand again.
Thinking about last night, what kind of embarrassing scene has not happened? Qin Huairou still couldn't help but feel shy, her face turned red and she didn't dare to look at her man.
"lady."
"Um?"
"Have you rested well?"
"Okay... better."
Qin Huairou replied, saying that her husband had finally let her go, and that she didn't want to cause trouble. One big hand came out one after another, and her movements were not as gentle as before.
"Ms. sir, you...what do you want to do?"
"What else can be done? Of course continue to make children."
"Huh? Still more? Concubine..."
"Shh... don't talk!"
Xia Shang pretended to be serious, but unknowingly he was pressed against the shy beauty. Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, the tip of his nose could feel the warmth of the other person's breath.
Qin Huairou didn't know why, so she instinctively grabbed her husband's arm, silently, stupidly, and shyly...
"Madam, let me tell you, making a child is not an easy task. Once or twice is not enough, it has to be three or four times, five or six times!"
"Really...really?"
"Really! How could my husband lie to you?"
"Yeah!" Thinking about the child, Qin Huairou also nodded seriously.
"So, we can't rest, we have to work harder these days. Look, the Bodhisattva is watching! With the blessing of the Bodhisattva, my wife will definitely give birth to a bunch of fat boys for me."
"Ms. sir, didn't you say that Bodhisattva can't help you with the birth of a child?"
"Well... don't worry about these details. Do you still remember what my husband taught you last night?"
"Ah!" Qin Huairou said shyly, and quickly covered her face, curled her feet together, and kicked Xia Shang away first, not knowing what embarrassing scene she thought of.
"Ms. sir, you are so bad...well..."
As soon as the words fell, the shy person was speechless, leaving the tangled skirts of his clothes to wrap around the two of them, no longer separated.
At this moment, two monks, old and young, were walking outside the house.
The young monk sweeping the floor pointed at the house and shouted: "Master, this is where the benefactor is."
Cao Deng, who knew what had happened, felt heavy, only to find out that the young disciple sneaked into Pu De Hall last night. If the young apprentice's description was correct, then something that would damage the reputation of Buddhism must have happened last night.
In the Guanyin Temple, the Pude Hall, in the meditation room, under the gaze of gods and Buddhas, there are people who dare to do such an act!
Buddha will also get angry!
"Bang bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of deep and powerful knocks on the door came, and the lingering woman in the house almost screamed in surprise.
"Ms. sir..."
"Shh! Leave him alone, let's continue."
"But...well..."
After another gasp, the panicked woman seemed to be pushed headlong into the deep sea. The sober sunlight became farther and farther away, and she could only continue to sink as she felt.
"Bang bang bang..."
"Master, why didn't you respond?" The little monk scratched his head anxiously. He wanted to know what was going on, so he put his ear to the door and immediately heard the movement in the room. He blushed immediately, but he didn't want to stop. The auditory stimulation is much more enjoyable than those of Amitabha.
"Puyuan, what did you hear?"
"Pu Yuan...Pu Yuan!"
Cao Deng yelled and woke up his little apprentice.
The little monk's face turned redder, the redness spread to the root of his neck, and his expression was full of panic.
"What exactly did you hear?"
"Master...I...I...inside..."
"Why are you hesitating?" Cao Deng said angrily, and simply pressed against the door. Hearing the voice inside, his face changed greatly, "The purity of Buddhism has been completely disturbed by this demon king!"
Scholars can endure it, but Buddhas cannot!
Cao Deng was about to break in and catch the two of them, but at this moment, there was a human voice behind him.
"Master, may I ask what happened in this room?"
Cao Deng took a look and saw that all the pilgrims who had gathered in Pude Hall for meditation had come out, looking at him eagerly. As soon as he opened the door, everyone would be able to see the scenery inside. (To be continued)