Chapter 312

Baima temple, with its heyday of incense, ushered in a dignitary.

During this period, the old abbot, who was over 100 years old, put on the most solemn cassock to welcome him. Apart from the supreme king, I'm afraid only the Duke of the state who has power over the government and the public can afford this kind of honor.

Jingcheng is a proud disciple of the abbot, and naturally he has to go with him.

"I don't know why you drive the White Horse Temple."

The abbot spoke the name of Buddha, and his wrinkled face was quiet after years of washing.

"It's true that the white horse has a spirit for a long time."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the dignitary of this extreme minister was filled with admiration, and the Abbot's speed of twisting the beads accelerated.

As the saying goes, "no matter what you do, don't go to the temple of three treasures". The Duke of the state doesn't believe in Buddhism or God. Any evil spirits and monsters have to retreat in front of him. As the pioneer of the dynasty, he always believed in himself. The sword refers to the sky.

If not for the important sacrificial activities, the Duke of Yan rarely set foot on the pure land of Buddhism. This visit made the abbot feel uneasy.

The duke said lightly, "I'm not afraid of the Abbot's jokes. I have a beautiful little white fox. She's cunning and clever. She understands people's hearts. I'm so fond of her that she's worshipped like a pearl. I'm afraid it's melting and breaking."

The abbot pondered and said, "benefactor, have a kind heart."

The Duke of Yan looked at the Golden Buddha family in the hall with a smile. His sight passed over his handsome face in the mirror, and his tone was calm. "But this little white fox didn't know my official's compassion. After smelling sandalwood, she opened her mind. In the dark, she had a relationship with the White Horse Temple. When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, she became arrogant and refused to leave

The Buddha's golden light was scattered in the temple, and the atmosphere became more peaceful and peaceful. The Duke of Yan said, "I spent a lot of hard work on this little white fox. I can't leave her for a moment. I have to hold her back and talk good words to persuade her to change her mind."

"But --"

his words changed. "Even though I cared for her carefully, she still had a firm heart and sneaked out when I didn't pay attention to her, so far she hasn't returned home. I was so worried that I had no choice but to come and disturb the master's practice. "

With a faint sigh, the Duke of Yan went on to say, "I hope you can see from my sincerity that you will hand over the naughty white fox in the hiding temple."

The abbot changed color slightly.

This is just a disaster. The White Horse Temple is in the Buddha's meeting. People are coming and going. How can we notice that there are living creatures fed by nobles fleeing in?

In case the white fox escaped or died in the temple, how should he account for it?

"This little white fox is my favorite. After losing it, I have no intention to do business. I hope that the master will show mercy and let the Buddha be merciful and release the little white fox. There are many believers in it. There are many eminent monks like the master to help all living beings, and it will not lack this little Bodhi Seed, do you think?"

The Duke of Yan looked at the monk with vermilion on his eyebrows.

The Abbot's forehead exuded cold sweat.

It's not like looking for a lost pet, but a teacher and a criminal?

The Abbot's thought quickly turned, barely holding, "what do you mean by the adult?"

The Duke of Yan casually flicked the jade ring on his waist and said casually, "master has been practicing for many years, and he is very old again. He doesn't have to worry about finding the fox. The master will go out in person and leave me alone."

"But it's lonely to let the master wait for the result. Let's let the monks gather in front of the hall. I haven't listened to Sanskrit for a long time. It's rare for me to get together today. I have to ask for advice. "

The Duke of Yan didn't give the abbot the chance to refuse. In fact, no one could criticize him.

"You go." He turned slightly over and nodded.

The youth at the head clasped hands respectfully.

The abbot saw that the eyebrows of these people were full of evil spirit. Their scarlet clothes were as strong as the blood just poured on them. The slender Yanling sword with the curve of the moon was tied to the waist side, as if they were ready to take out the scabbard to kill people at any time.

The Duke of Yan said gently, "remember, this is a Buddhist temple. You can't kill animals."

The Abbot's panic became more and more intense. He had to focus his eyes on his excellent disciples to make inquiries. Mirror Cheng did not respond, eyelashes droop, in the eyelids cut out a thin shadow, hidden subtle and unknown feelings.

The monks who are doing evening classes are full of fog and are forced to take them to the Mahavira hall.

With the existence of the Duke of Yan, they did not dare to speak at will. They moved closer to the abbot and Jingcheng, the two masters. They were nervous and did not know what had happened.

After half an hour, the bodyguards came back one after another, still holding a lot of things in their hands.

Some monks looked over their oppressed shoulders, and their expressions of horror were as terrible as their souls.

There are a variety of things in the house, such as the fried chicken wrapped in oil paper, the cakes given by the emperor on the table, the spring palace pictures and love story books full of blood, the golden treasures and many private things. All of these should not appear in the rooms of monks who are secluded and see through the world.I'm so ashamed, even the abbot.

The pure land of Buddhists planted with Bodhi has become a place to hide evil!

The old monk was so angry that his chest Qi and blood were rolling up and down, and his throat was full of fishy sweetness, which almost didn't come out. He restrained himself, and his turbid eyes showed a sad look. A few of the monks who had been swept by his eyes lowered their heads.

"My Lord, I'm not good at teaching..."

The abbot dropped his shoulders, and suddenly he seemed to be ten years old, and he was disheartened to plead guilty.

The Duke of Yan did not listen to him. His eyes fell on a scroll.

What is on the paper is not Buddha or Scripture.

It is a flat and light family.

In the twilight, the young husband came back with his horse, followed by a foal, dressed in bright, reddish brown hair, with a high neck and a high air.

Wife in the hillside to collect clothes, adults, but also children, she stood in a clump of Platycodon grandiflorum and Miscanthus grass, night wind blowing red train, loose hair, smiling at her husband at the foot of the mountain, her eyes flowing with deep love.

The Duke of Yan slightly narrowed his narrow eyes and said, "what a wonderful landscape and fireworks family, I don't know which master's masterpiece is?"

The monks looked at each other, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Although the man did not show his voice and color, but because of his prominent identity, almost legendary omnipotence virtually caused them a great sense of oppression.

As soon as the Duke of Yan made a sound, the low hum around him disappeared.

"It belongs to the poor monk."

Someone broke the curse of silence.

The crowd followed the voice.

The young man in the red cassock walked slowly out of the suspicious sight. The color of the blue glazed tiles on the top of the hall and the Golden Buddha statues interweave each other, creating a kind of magnificent and illusory light and shadow, which makes the cinnabar more dazzling and unable to see directly in the eyes of the eminent monk.

"Oh?" The Duke of Yan looked at him for several times, and a faint smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. "He is worthy of being the most intelligent disciple of the Buddha. Before he was born, he could taste the taste of fireworks in this world. I don't know which girl's face is so beautiful that the Venerable Master is moved by her heart, even if she destroys the Buddhist Scripture, she wants to make love to her? "

On hearing this, the old abbot's haggard face, which was full of gray color, suddenly rose a red tide and said in a hurry, "it's impossible!"

Jingcheng was a big disciple he saw when he was young. When the little baby babbled and swayed, he shaved and returned to the pure land of Buddhism. Although he came in the door the latest, he didn't disappoint him. At a young age, he was familiar with classics and had an extraordinary understanding of Buddhism and Taoism.

He is a pure man with unique wisdom. He is born to be a green lotus under the throne of Buddha.

The old abbot would never allow his followers to be splashed with dirty water.

"Impossible?" The Duke of Yan threw the scroll on the bodyguard at will and stood calmly with his hands on his back. The mountain like momentum suddenly fell down and gave birth to an aggressive force. "Then please ask the master to explain in person what is the matter with this painting?"

After years of ups and downs in the officialdom, the Duke of Yan had a deep insight into people's hearts. From this small painting, he can see the painter's preference for the woman in the painting. It is a simple and hard life in seclusion, but women can afford to wear the most popular pearl flower and wear the most expensive light and thin shark silk.

The abbot didn't wait for Jingcheng to reply, then frowned. "This painting is just a common technique. Jingcheng has the habit of writing characters. It can't be said that he met a couple of loving couples in his practice, so he had this idea. Adults can't make a final conclusion on this thing alone. I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

At this time, the abbot was like an old hen protecting her cubs. He could not get half a share from the Duke of Yan to slander his beloved disciple.

Jingcheng is the most intelligent disciple in the history of Baima temple. He is 17 years old and famous at 20 years old. Now the abbot is old. At the end of this year, when the spring begins, Jingcheng will inherit his mantle and become the new abbot of Baima temple.

When the time comes, thousands of Buddhas chant scriptures, and all the emperors.

He will be the youngest and most legendary Buddhist monk in the butu Buddhist book.

The abbot thought like this, but he heard the most beloved and promising disciple break the final Zen machine.

"The loving couple, not others." Jingcheng said calmly.

"It's a woman that my disciples love."

The abbot looked at him in a daze and felt that he understood every word he said. How to combine them, he couldn't understand?

What is the sentimental woman?

It took the abbot a long time to relax. He suddenly grasped Jingcheng's hand, and the blue old tendon protruded.

"Jingcheng, you --"

the most prestigious monk, who is about to become the next abbot, untied the cassock and slowly knelt in front of the abbot.

"My disciples are greedy for the world of mortals, and they are not clean."

Excuse me, master.

I can't prove Bodhi in my life.If you can't become a Buddha.

I don't cross all living beings, I don't practice Buddhist verses.

But alone, just want to be her gentle lover.