After he left Yeguo Temple, he stayed in Pingsha Town for so long, was molested by the innkeeper's wife, and was busy secretly solving puzzles, all because of this Buddhist scripture.
Only with the Buddhist scriptures can the young monk truly begin to practice Buddhism.
Only in this way can we take the first step on the road to rebuilding the great cause of Buddhism.
"Amitabha, may I ask Mr. Yan, what are the characteristics of this Buddhist scripture?"
"There is...the mark of Buddhism."
"That's it. That's good. Thank you very much, Coach Yan."
"I'm... I'm really sorry. Master, can I change my request? Yan will go through fire and water, and he will do it without any hesitation!"
"Amitabha?"
Zhou Yi was startled and looked intently.
Yan Qufu's expression was strange, and he was indescribably confused, awkward, and embarrassed.
Something's wrong... something's very wrong!
So what exactly are Buddhist scriptures?
How could the majestic king of brainstorming be so coquettish?
"Can't!"
But it was Axiu who suddenly said: "Teacher, haven't you already agreed to Yichen and...Master?"
Yan Qufu's expression became increasingly complicated.
"Your Highness...really want to hand it over to him?"
"Teacher, Yichen has helped us so much..."
Axiu shook Yan Qufu's sleeves and said coquettishly.
"Since it is His Highness's order, I will obey it."
Yan Qufu sighed softly and bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
"It's not that Yan didn't keep his promise, it's just that the object involved the princess's privacy... If I guessed correctly, the Buddhist scripture that the master mentioned should be the 'swaddling clothes' that wrapped the princess when I left Chang'an City in the past.
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Axiu was stunned, then her face turned red and she stopped talking.
"Your Highness, do you still need to give it to him?"
After a long while, Axiu bit her lip, raised her head, and looked at the monk under the moonlight with a red face.
"Monk, do you...really have to do it?"
"Yes, I must." Zhou Yi said softly.
Axiu stamped her foot hard.
Then he turned around quickly and avoided everyone around him.
When he turned around again, there was already a piece of cloth in his hand. Without raising his head, he stuffed it directly into Zhou Yi's arms, and then ran straight behind Yan Qufu with a blushing face.
"This is……"
In the shadow of the moonlight, Zhou Yi's expression could not be clearly seen.
I saw him using the tip of one finger to pick up a corner of the bright red cloth that was vaguely printed with Buddhist imprints, staring at it for a long time, and then made a silent mouth shape to Axiu and uttered a few words.
Axiu hid behind Yan Qufu, nodded slightly, and blushed even more.
"Amitabha, what the young monk wants to ask is... is it clean lately?"
"ah?"
Axiu was startled, then her face changed slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "What are you thinking about! Stinky monk! This is... someone's inner garment! It's not what you think!"
This stinky monk actually started thinking wildly!
Although I usually like to dress up as a man, I am still a girl after all!
Ahhhh...it's so embarrassing!
In the shadows, the monk tilted his head, seemingly puzzled.
"The young monk knows that it is not that thing, otherwise the young monk would not dare to touch it. Amitabha, it is good, it is good, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, whether it is a piece of cloth or a sutra, it is just a piece of cloth, it cannot be attached to the form, it cannot be attached to the form."
Seeing that the monk kept chanting the Buddha's name as if to ward off evil spirits, for a long time, he reluctantly rolled up his personal clothes with his fingertips and stuffed them into his sleeves with a look of disgust. Axiu pursed her lips tightly and was about to collapse.
Although I, Axiu, am a martial arts practitioner, I still bathe in the fragrance day and night. Why do I dislike it so much?
Stinky monk...I just have a slight liking for you, huh!
"This is the real eminent monk."
The admiration of Yan Qufu came from the side.
Two mysterious people not far away were also pointing, stroking their hands and sighing.
Princess Xiu grabbed her hair with both hands and became even more devastated... Just speak properly and don't slap her hands on her! You are like your mother!
The moonlight fills the sparkling river.
Far away on the river, there was a faint call, as if calling someone's name.
"Xue Shaobao..."
"Is Xue Jun still alive?"
"If Xue Shaobao is gone, how should I explain it to the East Palace when I get back? Wuwuwu..."
Yan Qufu withdrew his gaze.
"Your Highness Xiu, Xue Shaobao's subordinates are looking for him. It's time for His Highness to set off... Don't worry, I will secretly escort His Highness until he leaves the Nanting River."
"teacher……"
For a moment, Axiu had mixed feelings.
No matter how beautiful the moonlight is, no matter how gentle the evening breeze is, they cannot dissolve the deep sadness in the girl's heart.
She quietly glanced at the young monk opposite.
The monk stood quietly under the moonlight of the river and sky, with the white light above his head and his white robe flying, and suddenly he whispered a Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, Huang Xu, please clear this fog."
Not far away, the man with a yellow beard in a red robe smiled and said: "On the Yuqing River, monsters and mortals never see each other. Now that the big monster has been killed, we will see the sky and the moon again. Huang is ordered."
As he spoke, the man with the yellow beard raised his sleeves and muttered something.
call out!
The surrounding fog slowly receded.
To be precise, it was taken into the sleeves of the man with the yellow beard.
Several large boats were circling around like headless flies on the Yuqing River.
As the fog disappeared, they finally discovered Xue Shaobao and others who were in trouble, and rowed towards them while shouting.
Princess Xiu was startled, then turned to look at the monk again, her heart trembling slightly.
The place where the monk stood was empty.
Under the moonlight, a ripple mark was drawn that extended into the distance.
At the end of the ripples, the plump bald head is like the shadow of the moon in the river, round and bright but blurry.
The crimson-yellow man and the bronze-armored soldiers who had recovered from the fog had already rushed out, riding on the waves, swaying, and following the bald head.
Yan Qufu sighed: "I heard from the old man that there are always gods in the river, but I didn't expect to see them today."
Princess Xiu felt empty in her heart and asked weakly: "Who are those two people?"
"That's right. If it weren't for the Yuqing River God, how could he be able to walk on the waves and create fog in the river, blocking the eyes and ears of mortals on the bank."
"Isn't it possible for a monk to...ah! Does this river god also know Yichen?"
"It's more than just understanding. He speaks the Dharma and gives orders to ghosts and gods. This is the real holy monk in this world!"
After Yan Qufu finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and continued:
"Thankfully Master Yichen is here, otherwise it's hard to say whether the Yellow Beard River God came up to congratulate me tonight, or did something else."