My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 349

  Chapter 349 Talking about the Buddha with the master, the Buddha's verse: The body is a bodhi tree!

  The old trees are tall and deep, and the breeze is gentle.

  The grumpy middle-aged monk, shouldering the wall, walked in front.

  Luo Qingzhou walked side by side with the old monk who called himself "Huiming", and followed behind.

  Qin Wenzheng and other members of the Qin family silently followed behind.

  Huiming praised: "Mr. Luo is a great talent. Those three poems look simple and plain, without gorgeous rhetoric, but they are full of exquisite Buddhist principles. Mr. Luo is able to have such understanding at such a young age. Congratulations."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't beat around the bush, and said directly: "Master Huiming, I came to your temple today to ask for something."

  Hui Ming clasped his hands together and said, "If you come here to treat the female benefactor behind you, Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry, the poor monk can't do anything."

  Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Master Huiming, is there an eminent monk named Wukong in your temple?"

   "Wukong?"

   Huiming was startled when he heard the words, then shook his head and said, "Young Master Luo, there is no such person in this temple."

  Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked behind him.

  Nangong Meijiao said with a cold face: "My father said yes, so he did. Maybe he is not qualified enough, you can just go to those elders or the abbot later."

   "Amitabha, the elders of the temple have never seen any visitors. As for the abbot, even the poor monk has not seen him for a long time."

   Huiming replied politely.

   A group of people came to the steps and climbed up the steps.

  The burly monk and the young monk who were guarding on the steps were all surprised when they saw them go and come back with the wall, and quickly said respectfully: "Senior Brother Jingxin, Uncle Huiming."

  Meditation holding the wall, ignored them.

  Hui Ming said softly: "I'll take these distinguished guests up. Today's quota is full, so don't ask anyone to go up."

  The two monks quickly replied: "Yes, Uncle Master."

   A group of people passed by the two.

  When Song Ruyue passed by, she glanced at them arrogantly, and raised her chin: "Hmph!"

  Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, and said: "Master Huiming, how can the abbot be willing to meet guests?"

  Huiming sighed, and said: "Mr. Luo, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, why do you have to force it?"

Luo Qingzhou really wanted to say "my fate is up to me", but felt that it was too middle school, and he might be punched out by this old monk who believed in heaven and Buddha. The lady came here for treatment.

   After a moment of silence, he said, "Do your best and have a clear conscience."

   said again: "Master, saving a life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda or building a temple of hundreds of Buddhas. It is better to live one person. Please let us meet Master Abbot."

  Hearing this, Huiming's eyes fluctuated, and he muttered in his mouth: "Saving a life is worse than building a seven-level pagoda, building a temple of hundreds of Buddhas, and living one person..."

   Immediately he said again: "Where did Mr. Luo come from?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Say what you want."

Huiming was silent for a while, and was about to speak when a monk carrying a wooden stick suddenly came out from the nearby woods and asked: "What is said on the road of almsgiver [People have things, Buddha has no north and south; Dharma has no superiority, only equality] , The poor monk thought about it all the way, and gained a lot. The master often said that I am impulsive and impatient in doing things, and I have no ordinary mind. Can the benefactor explain the confusion to the poor monk, what is ordinary mind? If it is the same as before, it is natural to tell the story. it is good."

  Huiming glanced at him, and introduced: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, this is Huiren, the poor monk's younger brother."

  Hui Ren clasped his palms together: "Senior brother, I didn't expect you to come out to welcome the distinguished guest in person."

  Huiming smiled and said, "Mr. Luo is so talented and the Buddha's light is shining, how dare I neglect it. Remember to write down what you said just now."

  Hui Ren bowed his head in agreement, and asked again: "Master Luo, can you help the poor monk solve his doubts?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Master Huiren, can you tell me where the abbot is?"

  Hui Ren did not hesitate, and said: "Of course."

  Luo Qingzhou pondered for a while, and said: "A normal heart can be summed up in five words. Anytime, as you like, as you meet, as you wish, as you like."

  Hui Ren immediately asked: "What is anytime, as you like, as you meet, as you like, as you like? The poor monk is stupid, can Mr. Luo use the story on the road before?"

   Huiming and everyone in the Qin family stopped and stared at him with bated breath.

  Qin Weimo looked at him with bright eyes, two blushes appeared on his pale cheeks.

  Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment, and said: "【Dog days, the grassland in the monastery is withered and yellow, it is very ugly. The little monk couldn't see it, so he said to the master, master, hurry up and sow some seeds.

  Master said: Don't worry, anytime!

  When the seeds were in hand, the master told the little monk to plant them. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew up and scattered many seeds, and also blown away a lot. The little monk anxiously said to the master, "Master, many seeds have been blown away."

  The master said: It doesn't matter, the net blown away is empty, and it won't sprout even if it is sprinkled, just follow your will!

  Just after sowing the seeds, a few birds flew up and planed in the soil for a while. The little monk rushed to chase the birds away, and then reported to the master: No, the seeds have been eaten by the birds.

  The master said, what's the rush, we have a lot of seeds, we can't finish them, just meet them!

  There was a violent storm in the middle of the night, the little monk came to the master's room, and said to the master with tears: This is all over, the seeds have been washed away by the rain.

  Master's answer: Just go ahead, wherever you go, it will sprout, just follow the fate.

  A few days have passed, and a lot of new greenery has grown on the previously bare ground, and even where the seeds have not been sown, there are young seedlings poking out their heads.

  The little monk said happily, Master, come and see there, it has grown.

  The master still said calmly as before: It should be like this, rejoice! 】

  After the story was told, there was a sudden silence on the steps.

   After a while, Huiming said, "Good story. Huiren, do you understand?"

  Hui Ren clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Thank you Mr. Luo, the poor monk has realized a little bit."

   Immediately raised his head and said: "The abbot sits in meditation in the lotus cave in the back mountain, but the abbot has not seen outsiders for more than ten years."

   After finishing speaking, he bowed his head again and said "Amitabha", then turned and left.

  Luo Qingzhou remained silent, and continued to follow Huiming up the mountain.

  When he came to the gate of the temple, Huiming suddenly turned his head and said: "Mr. Luo is a person with a very strong root of wisdom, and I have a natural relationship with my Buddha. The Buddha's light shines in your eyes, and the Buddha statue sits in your heart. I don't know if you are willing..."

"Um?"

  Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill hit him.

   Immediately, murderous auras slashed from behind viciously!

  He turned his head to look, and there were many beautiful benefactors behind him, staring at him with murderous eyes, including the sickly girl.

   "Master Luo, all benefactors, please."

  He stopped what he just said, and led a group of people into the temple gate.

   Came to a magnificent hall.

  He was about to take everyone in to worship Buddha and offer incense, when Luo Qingzhou suddenly stopped at the door, and looked at the picture of Buddha's life hanging on the window lattice in the corridor next to him.

  Each picture is different, with Buddhist poems written on them, also known as Buddhist gatha.

  The first picture reads: "In the same month for a thousand mountains, it is spring for all households. There is water in a thousand rivers and a moon in a thousand rivers, and the sky is cloudless for thousands of miles."

  The second picture reads: "There are traces of ancient people on the Millennium Stone, and there is a little space in front of Wanzhang Rock. The bright moon is always bright and clear, so don't bother to ask the west and the east."

   Huiming saw that he was looking seriously, so he didn't bother him.

  After he finished reading it, Fang smiled and said, "Mr. Luo's three poems are no worse than these ones. They can also be written, framed and hung here."

  Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands suddenly and said, "Master Huiming, if I can write a few more works that are better than these Buddhist verses, can we meet Master Abbot?"

  Huiming was about to speak, when a sneer suddenly came from the corridor next to him: "What a big tone!"

   Everyone turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged man in a white brocade robe walked over with an extraordinary demeanor.

  Behind him, followed by a man and a woman with swords hanging around their waists, like guards.

The middle-aged man came over and sized up everyone in the Qin family. When he saw the weak second Miss Qin, he frowned slightly. When he saw the eldest Miss Qin wearing a veil, he was slightly startled, and then retracted. Looking at the young man standing with Master Huiming in front of him, he sneered and said, "You just said that you can write a few more works that are better than the above few Buddhist poems? Dare I ask what your name is? Even the Seventh University of the South of the Yangtze River Ranked number one among talented scholars, Liu Sansi, who has a wild and unruly personality, doesn't dare to speak such wild words, does he? Do you know who wrote the above poems?"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to say to Huiming: "Master Huiming, if I can make it, can the master agree to my request?"

  Huiming smiled wryly, and said, "Master Luo, I'm sorry, the abbot is really..."

   "Master Huiming."

The middle-aged man interrupted him and said: "Let him do it. If he can really compose a Buddhist gatha better than the ones above, I believe Master Abbot will be willing to meet him. If he is just talking big, just rush to him." go out!"

  Huiming glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Master Luo, you can try it, but the poor monk cannot guarantee that the abbot will come out to see you."

   "Take paper, grind ink!"

  The middle-aged man said suddenly.

  The woman in a strong suit behind her walked up immediately, with a flash of light in her hand, she took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

   Immediately, another stone table was taken out and placed on the corridor.

  The woman spread out the rice paper and began to grind ink.

  The middle-aged man looked at the young scholar in front of him and said, "Let's write it, I want to see, how capable are you, how dare you speak wild words in this holy place of Buddhism!"

  Luo Qingzhou glanced at him, but did not answer. After pondering for a while, he picked up the pen, bowed his head and began to write.

  Miss Qin Er came behind him and looked down.

  The middle-aged man on the opposite side also stared.

   Huiming knew how powerful this young man was, so he watched with even more expectations in his heart.

  In the corridor outside the Buddha Hall, there was no sound at this time.

   Second Miss Qin read it in a low voice.

   "If you don't have thoughts, you will be right, and if you have thoughts, you will become evil. Regardless of whether there is or is not, you will always drive the white ox cart."

  Seeing this first song, the face of the middle-aged man suddenly became serious.

   "If you don't see one dharma, you will be the Tathagata, so you can get the name Avalokitesvara. When you get rid of the karmic obstacles, you should pay off your karmic debts."

  When he saw the second song, Huiming's face flushed with blood.

   "It's false to have appearances and demands. Intangible, invisible, and degenerate. Why did you ever ask about the majesty and secrets, and a cold light shone too empty."

  When the third song was read, all the monks in the Buddha Hall came out and listened.

  "Ears and hearing have no reason, eyes are empty and see no color. Nose smells no fragrance, tongue tastes no food. Wearing no appearance clothes, mind following no appearance..."

   When the fourth song was read, the monks and guests from other Buddhist halls gathered around.

  The left, right, upper and lower corridors were full of people, but they were still silent. Even the sounds of wooden fishes in the treasure halls had stopped, only the slightly trembling voice of the weak girl resounded faintly in the corridor.

  The middle-aged man in a brocade robe, like Huiming next to him, suddenly had two smears of blood on his face, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the pen that outlined the characters, and his breathing almost stopped.

  Miss Qin wore a snow-white dress and a veil on her face. She stood quietly in the crowd, looking at his handsome side face bathed in sunlight, with a hint of trance in her eyes.

  Luo Qingzhou paused for a while, then picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and wrote the fifth song.

   "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Always wipe it diligently, so as not to stir up dust..."

  He left the most powerful one unwritten.

   gone tonight

  (end of this chapter)

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