My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 350

  Chapter 350 Originally there was nothing, where did the dust come from!

   Outside the Buddha Hall.

  The left and right corridors, the front courtyard, and even the entrances of other Buddhist temples on the opposite side and on the right side are all full of people.

  At this moment, there is complete silence.

  When Second Miss Qin recited the last Bodhi gatha, there was even more silence in the venue.

  It seems that everything here is suddenly frozen.

  Cicadas no longer sing, butterflies no longer dance.

  The flowers no longer shake, the leaves no longer move.

  At this moment, everything was silent, not even the wind.

  It seems that everything here has suddenly entered a peaceful and profound Zen state.

   After a long time.

A vicissitudes and distant voice sounded from a corner not far away: "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... This Buddhist gatha of the almsgiver should be the treasure of the temple, Take it as an aphorism for my Buddha."

   After a pause, he said again: "It should be inscribed on the plaque in the main hall of the Buddha Hall to warn my disciples."

  When Huiming and the other monks heard the voice, they turned their heads to take a look, their expressions changed immediately, they hurriedly lowered their heads, and clasped their hands together: "Amitabha."

  Huiming quickly introduced: "Mr. Luo, this is the inexplicable elder of the Bi Temple. The inexplicable master uncle has not come out to see guests for three years. If you want to see the abbot, you can ask him."

  Luo Qingzhou looked at the thin old man in the gray robe, and hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "Elder Unknown, can I pay my respects to Master Abbot?"

  The old monk was about to speak when suddenly he frowned and shouted, "Huiming!"

Huiming was taken aback when he heard the words, but before he could react, the rice paper on the table with the five Buddhist verses written on it was suddenly snatched away by the middle-aged man in a brocade robe, quickly rolled it, and suddenly disappeared in the palm of his hand not see.

  Huiming's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said: "My lord, no! This is the treasure of our temple, don't take it away!"

  The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he said, "What kind of treasure, I haven't seen it before."

   After finishing speaking, turn around and leave.

  The female guard immediately collected the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and stone table, and followed behind.

   Several monks in front of the corridor stopped them immediately: "My lord, leave the things in my temple."

   "Bang!"

  The male and female guards immediately drew their swords and stood in front of the middle-aged man.

  The middle-aged man sneered, with a majestic expression: "The rice paper and pen and ink are all my king's. When did my king's things become your temple's stuff?"

  As soon as these words came out, the monks were suddenly speechless.

  Huiming opened his mouth, but couldn't argue, so he looked at Elder Inexplicable.

With an inexplicably indifferent expression, he clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, Lord Duan, the ink, paper and inkstone are indeed yours, but the things on them were left by the distinguished guests invited by the monastery. I hope the Lord will show mercy and return the things. return."

  The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, looked at the boy, and said domineeringly: "Boy, the king took the things away, do you have any objections?"

  Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Return it."

  The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched suddenly, and he said angrily: "This king won't return it, what will you do?"

   After finishing speaking, he ran away and shouted directly at the monk standing in front: "Who dares to stop me? I am seriously ill, and now I feel dizzy. If I die suddenly in your temple, I will bear the consequences!"

  The expressions of the few monks blocking him and the monks who had already gathered at the door to stop him all froze.

  The middle-aged man took this opportunity and immediately fled out with the male and female guards, and soon disappeared.

  The courtyard was full of people, staring at the empty doorway in a daze.

   "Amitabha..."

  Inexplicable and Huiming both bowed their heads and recited the Buddha's name kindly.

   In fact, the translation is one word: grass!

  At this time, a monk said cautiously: "Uncle Huiming, just ask this young master to write another copy."

  Huiming heard the words, and sighed: "When the Buddha's gatha is written on paper, only the first ink is alive. The second time, the Buddha's light is dim."

  The young monk listened, half understanding.

   "Huiming, bring your distinguished guests to my meditation room."

   Explained inexplicably, turned and left.

   "Yes, Uncle Master."

   Huiming agreed, looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "Mr. Luo, please, you can take the three of you there."

  Hearing this, Luo Qingzhou didn't hesitate, turned around and went to help Miss Qin Er, and then looked at Qin Wenzheng.

   "Ahem!"

  Song Ruyue coughed suddenly, and said, "I will go with Xia Chan."

   Then he gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Master, don't worry, if they dare to say that Qingzhou is destined to be with Buddha again, I will let Xia Chan give them a heartbreak!"

  Qin Wenzheng glanced at her, and said in a deep voice, "Jian Jia and Xia Chan go, you stay."

  Song Ruyue pouted immediately: "Master..."

  Qin Wenzheng turned around and ignored her.

   Huiming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

  Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin Er, went down the corridor, followed behind him, and walked to the backyard.

   Turning her head to look, Miss Qin in a snow-white dress followed behind with Bai Ling not far or near.

  Xia Chan held the sword and stood silently in the corner alone. She was looking at him, but when she saw him looking over, she turned her face away and looked elsewhere.

  She can't get close to Miss Er, so she can't follow him.

  Song Ruyue was also looking at him with resentment at this moment.

  Go through the courtyard gate.

   There was no sound and no one behind.

  Hui Ming didn't say a word, but walked with his head down, and led a few people along the path, through a bamboo forest, and came to a simple bamboo house.

  The door of the bamboo house was open, and an inexplicable voice suddenly came from inside: "Huiming, tell me, what is the most precious thing in the world?"

  Huiming stopped at the door, bowed and said: "What is lost or not obtained is precious."

   Inexplicably said: "What do you think, Mr. Luo?"

  Luo Qingzhou helped the weak Second Miss Qin, also stopped, turned to look at the girl's pale cheeks and tender eyes, and replied: "The most precious thing in the world is what you have right now."

   It was quiet inside.

  The soft jade hand he was holding also trembled slightly.

  An inexplicable voice came: "Huiming, now do you know why you have been guarding that wall at the bottom of the mountain for so many years?"

  Huiming was ashamed, bowed his head and said, "My disciple is stupid."

"come in."

   Inexplicably warm voice.

  Hui Ming's attitude became more respectful, and he hurriedly said, "Mr. Luo, please."

  Luo Qingzhou lowered his head slightly, helped Miss Qin Er, and entered the room.

  The house is very simple.

  There is nothing on the ground except two futons.

  A thin old monk in a gray robe, who was sitting on one of the futons, looked at him kindly and said, "Master Luo, please sit down."

  Luo Qingzhou walked over with Second Miss Qin, did not sit down, but asked directly: "Master Moming, is there an eminent monk named Wukong in your temple?"

   Hearing the words inexplicably, there was a look of long-term memories in his eyes. After a pause, Fang said: "I heard from Brother Abbot that there is indeed such a master in our temple. But no one knows where he is."

  Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Then can I meet Master Abbot?"

   Inexplicably glanced at the sick and weak girl beside him, and said: "Mr. Luo, if it is for the treatment of illness, it may disappoint Mr. Luo. The abbot brother has been practicing Zen for many years..."

   "Master, here is another Buddha gatha."

Luo Qingzhou interrupted him, looked at him calmly and said, "This Buddhist gatha is a response to the fifth Buddhist gatha just now. If Master Abbot is willing to see you next time, I am willing to write it down and write it down. The first draft was sent to your monastery."

  Inexplicably stunned, while still hesitating, Luo Qingzhou directly opened his mouth and said: "There is no tree for Bodhi, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused?"

   Huiming, who was standing at the door, was shocked suddenly.

  The Second Miss Qin, who was supported by her, also trembled.

  Sitting inexplicably on the futon, he muttered a few words in his mouth, and two touches of blood gradually appeared on his face.

   "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."

   "Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where does the dust come from?"

  After repeating these two poems many times, he suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together to the young man in front of him, and bowed deeply: "Amitabha, Mr. Luo, wait a moment."

   He muttered, and left in a hurry.

  When he walked to the small courtyard outside, he suddenly turned around and said, "Huiming, go get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

   Huiming came back to his senses and immediately took orders to leave.

  The two left in a hurry, one in front of the other.

  In the bamboo house, calm down.

  Luo Qingzhou supported Second Miss Qin and sat on the futon.

   Suddenly came Bailing's flattering voice from behind: "My uncle is so powerful, even those old monks were tamed by my uncle."

  Luo Qingzhou twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense if you can't speak, do you know what taming is?"

  Bai Ling pouted, and said, "The second young lady has been tamed by my uncle, is that okay?"

Luo Qingzhou glared at her again, and when she was about to continue reprimanding her, Second Miss Qin smiled softly: "Brother-in-law, what Bai Ling said is right, Wei Mo has indeed been tamed by you... I am convinced by my heart, my hands are subdued Obedient, obedient, honest and honest."

  Luo Qingzhou hurriedly reminded: "Second Miss, the name is wrong."

   After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the snow-white figure behind him, but the other person was wearing a veil and couldn't see any expression.

   "Oh, Brother Qing Zhou."

  Second Miss Qin realized her mistake and corrected it.

   I don't know if she did it on purpose. With her intelligence, how could she always make the wrong call.

  While Luo Qingzhou was doubting, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside.

   Immediately, Huiming's voice came: "Mr. Luo, the abbot has come out and is waiting for you in the reception room. Please follow me."

  Luo Qingzhou helped Second Miss Qin up and walked out of the small bamboo house.

  Outside the door, Huiming held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Mr. Luo, can you write down that Buddhist gatha first?"

   It seemed that he was afraid that he would go back on his word.

  Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Of course."

  Huiming quickly spread out the rice paper on the stone table in the small courtyard, then polished the ink himself, and impatiently wrote the pen.

  Luo Qingzhou took the pen, dipped it in the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote down the ink.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror…"

at the same time.

  On the reclining Buddha Mountain, the giant Buddha with a height of more than 100 meters had his closed eyes. I don't know if it was the sun shining or what, but suddenly a golden light flashed, as if they were opened.

  (end of this chapter)

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