The Path Toward Heaven

Deep in the backyard of Lugucheng Temple, the quiet outside Zen room is covered by winter snow. There is a small earthen stove in the pot. The taro is cooked in the pot, exuding a faint smell of food.

Xi Zenzi was sitting on the couch, reading a book by oil lamp.

He has two books in his hand, one is the collection of poems of the emperor, and the other is the half-garden food list.

I don't know how he can watch two books with very different contents at the same time, nor do he know why he needs lighting.

Su Zhanzi suddenly felt something, looked up at the oil lamp.

The next moment, the extremely perfect, not short and long twist of the oil lamp suddenly burst a tiny snuff flower.

Although small, it is still beautiful and moving.

"Goddess scattered?"

Wu Zenzi was in a strange mood, which teacher came out of Tallinn to give disciples?

His seniority in Zen Buddhism is very high, not to mention Guocheng Temple, but to look at the 72 ancient temples facing the heavenly continent, and there are only a few qualified to be his masters.

He suddenly thought of the letter written by Zhao Layue, and felt that it should be in the direction of the vegetable garden, his expression changed slightly, and the monk crossing the sea was called to the Zen room.

In addition to him in Lugucheng Temple, only the head of the temple, Duhai Monk, knew Liu's ten-year history.

"Go to the vegetable garden and see ..."

Yunchan Zi thought for a while and said, "Don't alarm that little guy."

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Tamarix walked out of the house when she was ten years old, and saw Xiao He standing alone in the cold wind wearing a dan, facing the pile of cabbage in the corner in a daze, asking, "What's wrong?"

When Xiao Xiaohe saw him awake, he was anxious and said, "Yin Fu hasn't come to pick up vegetables for three days."

At the age of ten, Wei Yan asked: "How many days have I entered?"

Xiao Xiaohe said, "Three days."

For the Buddhist monks of the Zen dynasty, the length of the set period is normal.

Tamarix was silent at the age of ten.

A few days ago, all his mind was on interpreting the Scriptures, so he didn't pay attention to many things. In retrospect, he naturally knew that it was wrong.

Even if it is Guocheng Temple, the miscellaneous servants in the stove cannot have such profound Buddhist knowledge.

Yin Fu cannot be a real miscellaneous man, so who is he?

"I used to follow 姥姥 when I was a kid to listen to masters telling Buddhist scripture stories. In those stories, there are often monks who turned into old 妪 to point out lost people."

Xiao Xiaohe said a little uncertainly, "Will that ... was originally a monk in the temple?"

At the age of ten, Tamariu has read many similar Buddhist scripture stories. I thought that if this was the case, Zenzi would be very kind to him, and I am very touched.

In order to prove this, he left the vegetable garden and went to the temple.

The forecourt of Luguocheng Temple often communicates with people, and it is not forbidden to visit, and the monk knows that he is a farmer in the vegetable garden, so there is no stopping him.

At the age of ten, Tamarix went through the heavy hall to the front of the stove room, and found that the place was usually hot today, and it was particularly deserted today. He murmured, "What's wrong?"

A fat monk sweeping the floor said, "Happy New Year today."

At the age of ten, Wei Yan asked: "Is the monk also celebrating the New Year?"

胖 The fat monk said badly: "Of course we are, but those chefs are going to celebrate the New Year!"

There was a sound of firecrackers faintly from outside the temple, thinking that the workers were drinking.

At the age of ten, Yanliu thought that she and Xiao He were worse off. Yin Fu just returned to the New Year and asked.

胖 The fat monk rushed to him with a broom, and said, "Go and go! We don't have this person here, you can use me to make trouble!"

At the age of ten, Tamarix thought so.

I wondered if the monk at Guocheng Temple took care of himself secretly, he wouldn't be angry because of the rudeness of the fat monk, and said with a smile, "The master doesn't want to be angry."

胖 The fat monk was annoyed: "Dead Zhang Tuyu, you also have pork, but what about us? We can only eat the last buns last night! How can we not be sad!"

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When I returned to the vegetable garden, Liu was ten years old and was about to tell Xiao He to celebrate the Chinese New Year today. After making some delicious food, she found that she had prepared the dishes.

盘 A plate is the lightest sauerkraut leaves, not even a drop of soy sauce, only a small dish of spicy tofu is placed beside it.

There is a large bowl with the most greasy braised pork trotters. It should be the best soy sauce, the sugar is also boiled very well, the color is perfect, and it is more delicious.

There is also a pot of sauerkraut and lamb vermicelli soup, yellow yellow, white and white.

The best thing to look at is the red oil belly shreds, sprinkled with dozens of green onions, and it looks extremely tempting.

Tamarix loves to eat green onions when he is ten years old, but his favorite is tofu with green onions.

The monks are best served light.

Grandpa Yun did not say this to him, he learned it secretly.

Before Xiaohe lived with him, he was already a meal lover. Naturally he knew his preferences and was not disappointed when he saw him sitting directly in front of tofu. He rolled up his sleeves carefully and prepared to put the pig's hoof in the bowl Take the whole root and sip it.

At the age of ten, Yanliu signaled her to wait for a while and turned into the stove.

Xiao Xiaohe was a bit surprised. He raised both hands and didn't know if he should put it down first, or just waited.

After a while, Liu walked out of the stove when he was ten years old, put two pairs of chopsticks on the table, and picked up the jug to fill two small cups.

Xiao Xiaohe understood what he meant, and quickly helped to straighten the chopsticks, and asked if he wanted to serve rice.

Tamarix said at the age of ten that they would have two drinks before eating.

Xiao Xiaohe responded well and deliberately made his voice crisp and flirtatious, so he wanted to make him feel better.

Then began to eat and drink, Liu ten years old and Xiao He occasionally put vegetables in two bowls.

After several times, Xiao He finally couldn't help but asked, "I know this must be Mr. Yan, then this ..."

Tamarix said at the age of ten: "He is the Sun King."

Suddenly the atmosphere became a bit low.

The two continued to bow their heads to eat.

The squatter was quiet for a long time.

I do n’t know if Mr. Yan and Sun King Sun have eaten these dishes.

Xiao Xiaohe ate very delicately, not even holding the trotters in his hands, and slowly poke with chopsticks.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, and it wasn't like Chinese New Year at all.

She looked up and looked at Liu ten years old, thinking about something to make him happy.

Every festive season, we must think of pro.

In Xiao He's opinion, Liu was ten years old and should have missed Jiu Jiu a little, and said deliberately, "I don't know how God ’s Peak is passing today."

嗯 "Well ... the son is not old."

At the age of ten, Liuliu remembers very well. When he first celebrated the New Year in the village, Jing Jiu felt that everything was novel.

He was obviously the first time he was exposed to such a thing.

很少 He rarely thinks about Jiu Jiu, because Jing Jiu must live well, just like he is not worried about his parents, his parents are always in good health, and his meals are delicious.

的 The sound of firecrackers in the distance sounded again, and the night fell.

At the age of ten, Yanliu remembered the senior man with a pseudonym Yin Fu. Suddenly, he missed a lot, and didn't know when he would meet.

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There is a retreat room named Baishan in the most remote part of Lugucheng Temple.

The ancestors of Yinyin San and Xuanyin were wearing monk clothes, sitting on a futon, listening to the sound of firecrackers from outside the temple, and looking at each other, they felt a little boring.

I do n’t know why, but they did n’t leave Guocheng Temple, but disguised as monks in the temple.

"I was almost found to teach him to read the Scriptures, what a hard life you are doing."

Wu Xuanyin's ancestor looked at him and said.

She Yinsan smiled and didn't explain anything.

He suffers from being a good teacher in his life.

He is the most outstanding teacher in the field of practice. He taught three heavens by himself and turned out to betray him.

He hasn't taught anyone anymore for many years, it is inevitable that he misses a bit, and rationality is once again overcome by emotion, so he has lectures these days.

Or this is the chance that Liu was ten years old with him.

I was a bit regretful that the Buddhist scripture that Liu studied at the age of ten was about empty colors, and what he wanted to learn was life and death.

There is a black bronze Buddha statue in the Baishan room, with all kinds of magic instruments in his hand, with a solemn and mighty atmosphere.

If ordinary people look at this Buddha statue, they will naturally have awe, and Yin San and Xuan Yin ancestors will naturally not have this feeling.

There are no offerings in front of the Buddha statue, only three bowls are filled with water.

The bowl is made of some kind of skull inlaid with silver, exuding a mysterious smell.

The night was getting deeper, and the firecrackers sounded again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then there was a long bell.

Languocheng Temple is not old, but the monk rings the bell every day, and the bell announces the arrival of the new year.

Xuan Yinsan opened his eyes and stood up to the Buddha.

Wu Xuanyin's ancestors followed.

The chirp bells kept on.

That's the sound of time.

Jiyin San said with emotion: "The dead are so."

Wu Xuanyin's ancestor said with some sadness: "So I don't want to leave day and night."

Xuan Yinsan said: "Be happy."

After saying this, he took a bowl of water and drank it.

Sprinkle water on the wet placket.

Like wine.

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(Xuan Tian Ji also wrote two dialogues with similar meanings, said by Qiu Shanjun and Chen Changsheng.

The words "Wangunshou Day and Night" are my QQ signatures in recent years.

I have been thinking about certain things in the past two years, although I know that Sang Sang must be laughing at the time.

She Qiushan and Changsheng are both young, but Yinsan is old.

三个 The three words he said are the answers I can think of now, and I hope more answers will appear in the future. )

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