Chapter 150

The little monk was stunned and came over to salute: "benefactor is from the program group of three meals a day?"

The Zhike monk's Enlightenment martial uncle mentioned at the Dharma meeting yesterday that today a TV variety program group came to the temple for shooting. This is a good opportunity to publicize Hanshan Temple and ask the monks in the temple to cooperate with the program group.

Mingjing picked flowers with one hand and smiled, "little master, I've come to see Master Jueming."

Little monk looked at her in a daze. The young woman had a silver face and a compassionate eyebrow. She was very Buddha like.

He looked down and shook his head. "I'm sorry, benefactor. Master, he has been closed for several days."

Master Jueming is a famous monk. Few people want to see him, but few really see him.

The woman came up straight, and the little monk rejected her with the usual excuse.

"Under the bright mirror, I'm from the silent moon fax of Baitou mountain. I'm learning from nun Wuxin. I came to see Master Jueming today." The bright mirror smiled faintly, and the morning sun fell on her face, like a blooming white lotus, born in the mud, opened in the clear air, with red calyx and white pistil, pure and light.

The little monk looked at her in shock. He turned out to be a Taoist friend.

Although he didn't know where the Baitoushan silent moon fax was, and hadn't even heard of it before, he didn't dare to neglect it. He put his hands together and said, "elder martial sister, wait a minute. I'll inform the eldest martial brother."

The little monk turned and hurried away.

Ye Zhen caught up and looked at the plaque and murmured, "so this is Hanshan Temple."

Hanshan Temple occupies the whole mountain. Incense is in full bloom in the temple. It is crowded on the first and fifteenth days of the first day of the lunar new year. Ye Zhen heard about the name of Hanshan Temple earlier and saw it today.

It is said that there are two mountains in the north and south.

At this time, Qu Feitai and Tian Long also caught up. Qu Feitai walked up to Ye Zhen and said very solemnly, "I'm sorry, Miss ye, my assistant offended you. I'll make amends to you on his behalf."

Tian Long followed Qu Feitai wrongfully. If it hadn't been for his help, Ye Zhen would have fallen down the mountain. Not only didn't appreciate him, but also blackmailed him. It's really a bad world.

Miss Mingjing is such a kind person. How can she have such an assistant.

Ye Zhen was enlightened by Mingjing and has long been discouraged. Qu Feitai should not know that he is different from those who are greedy for profit in the entertainment industry. He is a very pure talented person who puts himself into music.

"Forget it, for your sake, I don't care about it like him." Ye Zhen said with great atmosphere.

Qu Feitai smiled: "thank you."

Ye Zhenduo glanced at him and thought that the arrogance of the flying platform was smoothed. Is it because of the mirror?

Sure enough, anyone who touches the mirror will be transformed.

After Han Ying caught up, he gasped on the stone lion at the door, "I'm so tired that I finally arrived."

At this time, the temple door opened inward with a "squeak", and a strong smell of sandalwood came to his face. A middle-aged monk in a brown monk's robe led several young monks out.

The middle-aged monk is the bosom guest monk of Hanshan Temple, the younger martial brother of master Jueming, and the other three young monks. Two are Jueming's disciples Jingyun and Jingfeng, and one is Jueming's disciple Jingzhen. The little monk who first swept at the door is Jingyan. He is an ordinary disciple of the temple.

Conscious eyes first fell on the mirror and frowned slightly.

Jingyan whispered, "martial uncle, it's her."

Consciousness snorted coldly, "now everyone dares to call himself a Buddhist disciple?"

Jingyun glanced at the mirror and said with a smile, "martial uncle, I'm a guest from afar. My Buddhism has hundreds of rivers and tens of thousands of disciples. Besides, her teacher is famous. As long as she sincerely asks the Buddha, it's my Buddhism's luck."

Mingjing came up and said, "I came down to confess to the silence of the moon on Baitou mountain. I followed the unintentional nun and met Shifu and several senior brothers."

Consciousness said coldly, "since I'm a Buddhist disciple, why do you dress up?"

Mingjing's mouth was filled with a faint smile: "mind is free, Buddha nature is free."

Buddhist practice focuses on one word. It is the heart, not the Buddha.

Monks cling to the precepts, which is already an obstacle.

Consciousness was stunned and suddenly became angry: "are you teaching me a lesson?"

"The master thinks so, so think so."

"You... A yellow haired girl taught me a lesson. I really don't know the height of heaven and earth." Consciousness pointed to the nose of the mirror and said.

The mirror looked at him faintly. The eyes were dark and dark, like a vortex, which could suck people's soul in.

Zhike monk is responsible for all external handover in the temple. He is contaminated with secular dust. He has no time to practice. He is impetuous and angry. This consciousness is ashamed of his Dharma name.

Jingyun stood up and said, "martial uncle, speak carefully."

This consciousness looked very afraid of Jingyun. Jingyun's words fell, so he looked angry and didn't speak again.

Jingyun salutes to the mirror. The young man has fair skin, beautiful eyes and eyebrows. He smiles gently like the spring breeze.

"I'm sorry, younger martial sister. I don't know when to go out, but I'll send your request as soon as I go out. Did you come with the program group today?" Jingyun's eyes fell on the qufeitai group.

Han Ying has long been confused. What are the senior brothers and sisters? Is Mingjing a lay?

Ohno, this is a bolt from the blue.

Why do beautiful women escape? It's a colorful world. Isn't it fragrant?

Qu Feitai kept looking at the mirror, which was the other side of the mirror he had never seen before.

The hands hanging on the side of the body clenched into fists.

He doesn't like the mirror. He stands in front of him, but it seems to be thousands of miles away.

"I'm a guest of the program group of three meals a day." The mirror said.

Jingzhen and Jingyan were young. They were shocked in their eyes. Consciousness snorted coldly, "how can they be worthy of my Buddhism?"

Jingyun smiled: "I see."

At this time, the director and his party finally arrived. Xiao Wenwen directly collapsed on the ground and didn't want her image.

This is definitely one of the most sad programs she has ever participated in.

Everyone was tired and panting. Zhao Xinrong waved his hand: "no, my waist is young. Look at the mirror, Xiaoqu and Xiaoying. They run fast. We can't carry this old bone."

Xiao Wenwen's face was stiff and she felt affected.

Consciousness arranged Jingfeng Jingzhen to lead a group of people to visit the temple first, and he was called away by his disciples.

A female staff member pointed to Jingyun and said, "this master is too handsome. I really want to turn back. I look good and docile..."

Someone asked Jingfeng, "little master, what's the master's name? How old is he this year?"

Jingfeng coughed and said, "he is our eldest martial brother Jingyun. He is 18 years old."

"Only eighteen? God, I can't stand birds. It's too extravagant to collect natural things?"

"It's not as handsome as qufeitai. Qufeitai is a high and cold iceberg, which can only be viewed from a distance. This master is Zhilan Yushu, gentle and elegant. Wearing a monk's robe is a kind of abstinence sexy, so people can't help but want to pick up his monk's robe..."

"I think the same."

"Little master, you are also very good. You must be a handsome boy when you grow up. Why do handsome boys want to become monks? Isn't it fragrant in the world of mortals?"

Jingfeng blushed when he heard someone boasting that he was handsome: "please respect yourself, benefactor."

"He blushed. Ha ha, little master is really cute."

"Which of you can hook master Jingyun? It's definitely a merit. The Buddha won't blame you."

"Are you short of morality? You are a monk and everything is empty... Are you luring others to break the precepts?"

"Handsome man is a shared resource of all mankind. How can he escape? What a loss to mankind..."

A group of women are laughing, full of handsome men, and have no respect for Buddhism at all.

Jingyun listened from a distance and shook his head.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the mirror in the crowd. She visited the temple with the program group, walking and stopping, leisurely and leisurely. Compared with those people who were noisy, tired, lazy and bored, she maintained a touch of respect and piety for everything in the temple.

At this time, Jingyan came to him, "elder martial brother, master has passed the customs."

Jingyun was surprised and said, "isn't it two more days?"

Jingyan shook his head: "I don't know. Master said that a guest came to the door and asked you to take her to see Master."

Jingyun's eyes fell on the white in the crowd and looked up at the acacia tree in the yard.

The ancient trees are bound with red silk for blessing, fluttering in the wind.

The girl was dressed in white and stood under the tree. Her clothes were floating and her character was absolutely dust.