A century-old temple with a thousand-year reputation. If this door is opened, it will be destroyed!
Cao Deng immediately stood up, straightened his expression, and bowed to the pilgrims who came over after hearing the sound. He just said that there was no one in the room and wanted to take a look. He was afraid that others would dig deeper, so he took the initiative to hold a lecture on Buddhism for everyone here.
Master Caodeng has a far-reaching reputation. He is rumored to be the most proficient Buddhist monk in Yangzhou. He rarely attends meetings to worship Buddha on weekdays. Unexpectedly, he suddenly became interested today. All the pilgrims were overjoyed. How could they care about this?
What is happening in the humble Zen room? I just want to listen to Master Cao Deng’s exquisite Buddhist teachings.
When you come, you leave without a trace. When you go, you will be the same as when you came;
Why bother asking about the floating life, this floating life is just in a dream.
The discussion in the Buddhist hall came suddenly.
Outside the house is the preaching of the supreme Buddhist principles, but inside the house there are mandarin ducks playing and lingering.
I wonder if this stark contrast is irony or an updated interpretation of the Buddhist path?
It's just that the drama of the current situation is subtle.
"The Sutra of Vajra Prajnaparamita. This is the illusory clarity of the three views. It is the source of reality. In the past, this mani was not shining in the Immortal Garden. Today, nectar is sprinkled in the Elder Garden. Liang started early because of his small ambition.
Sheep and deer..."
Caodeng chanted in a low voice, and a group of devout pilgrims echoed.
"The Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra is the illusory clarity of the three views..."
In the house——
During the wind, flowers, snow and moon, I occasionally heard the sound of Buddha outside the house, and the bells of the ancient temple rang.
"Buzz..."
"Buzz!"
The solemnity of the environment actually makes the small Zen room more interesting.
A solitary broken lamp drives away the dim light coming in through the window. A faint spark blooms quietly like a small red flower on the red wax of the lamp. The heart of the flower is filled with the affectionate love of the young couple embracing each other. There is a
A faint feeling echoed in the dullness of the Buddha's voice.
All the pains of the past have faded and disappeared in the happiness and joy of the moment.
However, Qin Huairou didn't understand something.
"My husband, please take me away from me. When I returned home, I followed my husband. But...but this is a temple, it's not appropriate to be like this. Why does my husband have to be here...aren't you afraid of violating a taboo?"
"Silly girl, it will take a hundred days for you to come home. How can I wait for you to come home?"
"You can go back in time, don't my husband live the same life?"
"The past is the past. In the past, my husband was stupid and didn't know what my wife was thinking. Now that I know that my wife is also a greedy little cat, how can my husband wait? Not to mention a hundred days, even ten, five or three days. I can't wait.
Just do this every day with Madam."
"Ms. sir, don't say those shameful words. I have a thin skin."
"Yes, it's so thin that my husband-in-law doesn't even dare to kiss her."
The numbing words of love reached her ears. At this moment, Qin Huairou still had no dignity as a housewife. She was just a little girl in need of love. She was moved to tears and her heart trembled with shame.
"Ms. sir..."
After the two words "Jiao Didi", Qin Huairou's face turned red again, but it was so red...
Seeing his wife like this, Xia Shang became gentle, stroking her hair and whispering softly:
"Huairou, you are the best, silliest and most true woman I have ever met in my life. You asked me just now why you have to be here. I will tell you now, because here, I want to be with Bodhisattva and
I swear to you in front of all the gods and Buddhas that I don’t want you to bow and kowtow for me any more, let alone be afraid of me. You are more important in my heart than the Buddha and the Bodhisattva. You are my heaven, enveloping me.
Everything. I will protect you, protect you, and take care of you all my life. Even if one day, the sword and the bloody sun ask me to hand over my youth, freedom and heart, I will not hand over you."
"My husband..." The woman in her arms had long since burst into tears, biting Xia Shang's shoulder, letting the tears flow into her mouth, no matter how bitter they were, they were still sweet, "How can I be so virtuous as a concubine? How can I be so favored by my husband? I, Qin,
Huairou can hear these words from her husband in this life, and she will have no regrets even if she dies the next moment. She misses you like the full moon, and her heart is broken before she speaks."
…
The sound of Buddha outside the house.
There was a moan in the house.
Bit by bit, they will come together. Only the birds walking on the roof and canopy can notice the beauty of this place, and they will chirp occasionally as if they want to join in.
The time of lingering is always fast.
Have fun once and lose both sides.
The bones of the woman on the bed turned into water, and she lay paralyzed on the bed unable to move.
Xia Shang spent all his strength before getting up from the bed, changing his clothes, holding on to the wall and walking to the door step by step, wanting to have some fresh air outside to sober up.
When he opened the door, a gust of cool breeze hit him, making Xia Shang's whole body tremble.
Looking at the scene outside again, I realized it was already midnight.
Tonight the sky is full of stars, the moonlight is soft, and the whole courtyard is quiet and quiet with a cold softness.
But under the faint moonlight, a slightly rickety figure stood quietly at the foot of the steps outside the Zen room, motionless. His clothes could not be seen. He looked like a piece of dead wood, eerie and indescribably terrifying.
.
"Master Caodeng?"
Xia Shang slightly squinted his eyes and shouted suspiciously. After taking a few steps closer, he realized something was wrong because the gold thread cassock could not be seen on the other party.
Just when Xia Shang was confused, the figure in front of him suddenly moved and walked towards Xia Shang quickly.
No matter how close the two were to each other, a face as dry as an ancient tree appeared in the eyes, it was the Caodeng monk!
Xia Shang was shocked, because at this moment, Monk Cao Deng was not as kind as before. His face was livid, his expression was cold, and his whole body showed a terrifying murderous intention. Xia Shang's back was soaked with the mere sight of him.
Before Xia Shang could think about it, Cao Deng had already arrived in front of Xia Shang, and a hand as dry as a branch was instantly stuck on Xia Shang's neck.
For a moment, Xia Shang felt like he was being clamped by rusty iron pliers and couldn't breathe. He didn't know where the old man got his strange strength. He picked himself up expressionlessly, pressed it against the wall behind him, and asked through gritted teeth: "Why?
Destroy the purity of Buddhism?"
"Why do you have to do things so casually?"
"Do you still have a Buddha in your heart?"
"Are you afraid of retribution?"
Xia Shang couldn't answer a series of questions, and he didn't know how the other party could get angry.
How is this an accomplished monk?
This is obviously an old ghost who crawled out of hell while licking blood from his knife edge!
"Tell...tell me..."
The hoarse and dry voice stung his eardrums, and what was even worse was the feeling of suffocation. The dry palms were so hard that Xia Shang almost fainted.
At this moment, a person suddenly came down from the roof. A familiar giant sword swept over, and the blade of the sword hit Cao Deng's head.
Fusheng arrived and his injuries had recovered. The power of this sword should not be underestimated.
And this grass lantern was even more powerful. He turned around and hit the sword with a palm, only to hear a muffled sound and a billow of air. The old man and the young man all took a few steps back and stood still in the courtyard.
Xia Shang broke free at this moment, squatting on the ground and breathing heavily. (To be continued)