The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 10

"it is good."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Chi Ruo gave a reply, Hua Ziyao was taken aback for a moment, if he hadn't seen that Chi Ruo nodded his head slightly while saying yes, he might have suspected that he had heard it wrong, Even so, he felt incredible.

"Have you reached the point where you have no desires or desires?" Hua Ziyao asked, "Silly monk, what I want is your Buddha heart!"

Chi Ruo nodded, "I know, this is the price I entrust the benefactor to find someone, just right."

"Just what!" Hua Ziyao almost fell off the table in his heart, but his face was calm, "How do you cultivate Buddha without Buddha heart?"

Chi Ruo frowned, but his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly confused, "I also want to know how I can practice Buddhahood without my Buddha heart."

As long as he can remember, he has stayed in Xitian, and everyone told him the importance of the Buddha's heart, and warned him not to let it go.Without it, he is just an ordinary person, but there is always a cause and effect. Since he has the Buddha's heart, he is destined, and he follows this cause and effect.

He has never thought about what is the cause and what is the effect. He reads the Buddhist scriptures every day and ponders in his heart. I never thought about why I couldn't comprehend it thoroughly. Everything always depends on that Buddha heart, that Buddha heart that I don't know what's going on.

Chanting scriptures and meditating every day, his mind is as calm as a mirror lake. He just thinks that he can't fail the Buddha's heart.

The same is true after entering the mortal world.Inadvertently, from the small square mirror, I saw that there was nothing between my eyebrows, and the cinnabar mole that looked like a dream was completely gone.

How would you describe your mood at that time?

Chiruo raised his hand to caress his eyebrows, he was actually relieved, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this is not the western sky, not the golden lotus of the Buddha under the ten thousand zhang light.

He raised his eyes to look at Hua Ziyao, the old man who had been silently observing him gave him a winking look, his charm was better than the flowers in that day's music workshop, and better than thousands of women in the world.

But it was just thrown to Chiruo...

"It's really better to throw such stunning beauty to a blind man than you, a stupid monk!" Hua Ziyao sneered at the monk who still looked calm.

Chi Ruo kept on the topic, "I have the Buddhist heart you want."

Hua Ziyao was very interested, crossing her hands and supporting her head, "I know."

Chi Ruo hesitated, stroking the center of his brow with some embarrassment, "It's just that I don't know where it went."

Hua Ziyao: "..."

Chi Ruo calmly explained, "It was originally here." He pointed to the place where the cinnabar red spot between his eyebrows should have been, and then said, "But it disappeared a few days ago."

"So," Hua Ziyao turned her head, "You don't know where it went?"

Chi Ruo nodded.

"..."

Seeing that Hua Ziyao seemed to have a really bad face, Chi Ruo paused, as if trying to save the other party's confidence, and said, "It's not where it went, it must still be here with the monk, the monk just doesn't know..."

He didn't know what to say, he couldn't feel the long and deep rhythm of the Buddha's heart. In the past, that rhythm always made him feel calm and stable, just like a fetus feels the heartbeat of a mother's body.

Now he can't feel it anymore, so he always needs his own restraint to calm his mind, but he knows that the Buddha's heart is still there, but... Chiruo doesn't know how to describe this feeling, he knows the existence of the Buddha's heart, but Can't feel it.

If so, do I still need it?Chi Ruo asked himself.

"Anyway, the Buddha's heart is with you." Hua Ziyao changed her posture, leaned on the table, and looked up at Chi Ruo on the opposite side of the table.

Chi Ruo froze for a moment, then nodded.

"That's okay," Hua Ziyao said, "The Old Man's Pavilion always collects the price after the completion of the work, so that the corresponding fee can be charged to the guests according to the overall results of the work."

"Then what if they can't afford the cost?" Chi Ruo thought of himself who was penniless.

Hua Ziyao said with a smile: "What the Old Man's Pavilion wants must be what they can give."

Just like the Buddha's heart, I can give it myself, but I don't know how to give it. Chiruo nodded, as if he already understood what was going on.

Moreover, even if he doesn't know, it is expected that the owner of the old man's pavilion must know.

"Do you want to return that jade hairpin to the little monk or take it for use?" Chi Ruo thought for a while and asked, when Hua Ziyao asked Bai Yuhan just now, he knew that the jade hairpin was no longer on him.

Thinking about it carefully, maybe he did it on purpose, took away the jade hairpin and then talked about the Buddha's heart with himself, Chi Ruo looked at Hua Ziyao who was still smiling, a little dazed, he knew that he would agree no matter what.

It's just because this person wants the Buddha's heart.

Chi Ruo suddenly thought of something, glanced at Hua Ziyao, then quickly lowered his head, "Speaking of which, I don't know the name of the benefactor yet."

Hua Ziyao raised her eyebrows.

Chiruo added: "The little monk's name is Chiruo, I thought it would be great if we could exchange names..."

"Don't call this deity a benefactor?"

If it is difficult to answer.

Hua Ziyao didn't make things difficult for him either, "Remember the silly monk, my surname is Hua Ziyao."

Seeing that Chiruo raised his eyes, he got excited again, approached the monk, and said softly, "Do you know how to write it?"

Chi Ruo shook his head.

Hua Ziyao covered her mouth and smiled lightly. The woman's delicate and charming movements were handy, and he did not violate harmony at all. The protruding phoenix eyes were even more provocative and charming than the woman, "I teach you."

Chiruo's warm hand was lightly covered with a somewhat cool hand, with well-defined joints, well-proportioned and slender, and Chiruo shrank back calmly, feeling a little scared and nervous about such a touch, but was held tightly, slender and somewhat The pale hand was actually very powerful, with a sense of ingenuity.

After dipping a little water in the teacup, Chi Ruo was held so tightly and gently that he could still feel the uneven texture of the bamboo table with his fingertips, and looked at the three characters written one by one on the table: Hua Ziyao.

"Here," Hua Ziyao had already rubbed up behind him, breathed lightly behind his sensitive ears, and spoke softly, "You have to remember, when you miss me, you just dip in the water and write, and then you're done." , no one knows."

The body of the person in his arms was already a little stiff. Although his face was calm and his breathing was normal, Hua Ziyao knew that he was a little nervous, so he added: "Even the Buddha doesn't know."

As soon as he said this, Chi Ruo turned his face away, and the two of them were very close, and they could see themselves in each other's eyes, Chi Ruo saw his blank face, Hua Ziyao saw his own face, in such a pair of peach blossom eyes Here, the reflections seem to be a little bit more beautiful.

Two breaths intertwined, Chi Ruo fixed the redness in the corner of Hua Ziyao's eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Why do you want to be a benefactor, little monk?"

Hua Ziyao was stunned. Shouldn't this stupid monk doubt his concentration and start thinking that he is sorry for the Buddha, sorry for the Buddhist scriptures and so on?

"Also," Chi Ruo thought for a while, and said, "The benefactor should not always be so close to the little monk, be careful of catching the wind and cold."

He looked as usual, as if nothing had happened, he was just a monk with a green lamp, he was just a pilgrim who came to pray, they just discussed some Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles.

After being silent for a long time, Hua Ziyao gritted her teeth, her voice seemed to be struggling to escape word by word, "The deity's body, good! Great! Very good!"

"My little monk just said to be careful, there is no certainty," Chi Ruo said indifferently, "but the benefactor is always like this, so it is not certain."

"..."

Hua Ziyao flicked his wide sleeves, the red clothes fluttered, and he left silently.

Chi Ruo looked at the half-closed bamboo door, walked over to close the door, and lowered the rolled up bead curtain. The crisp response of crackling and the rustling of the bamboo forest outside the window was very pleasant.

Chi Ruo became excited, and stretched out his hands to caress the string of beaded curtains, making a crackling sound.

……

"What is he doing?" Hua Ziyao had already walked to the study room, he just wanted to know how far a person with a Buddha's mind has reached in cultivation, but now it seems that it is only mediocre.It's just that he is so calm that he doesn't look like a teenager. Occasionally, he is confused, but it's just a faint flash of confusion in Taohua's eyes. If you don't observe carefully, you won't notice it at all.

If he didn't know whether the Buddha's heart would lose its effectiveness after taking it out completely, he must have taken out the Buddha's heart when Chi Ruo fell asleep.

The shadow guard Da Qi who came after thought for a while, but still respectfully replied: "Return to the pavilion master, if Master is here, he is playing with the bead curtain."

"..."

Hua Ziyao spoke with some difficulty, "My lord, is he playing with bead curtains after my lord left?"

"Yes."

"..."

The next day, when Chi Ruo opened his eyes, he found that the strings of beautiful bead curtains at the door of his bamboo house had been removed and replaced with plain cloth curtains.

……

The shadow guards of the old man's pavilion can be lined up from the freshman to the seventeenth. Everyone has their own unique skills and special skills. If the freshman dies during the mission, a new person will replace him. No one knows what these are. Where did it come from, I only know that from time to time I heard that after the death of a shadow guard, a new face will appear two days later.

Different numbers have different positions. For example, Daqi is the shadow guard who follows the pavilion master. Although the pavilion master does not need protection at all, he needs someone to help him, so as not to be said that the pavilion master is not classy. You have to do it yourself.

But because the pavilion master usually doesn’t leave the old friend’s pavilion, Daqi’s job is generally relatively easy. He just needs to hide in the dark and answer the pavilion master’s questions from time to time, such as whether he is beautiful, how beautiful he is, and who he compares to. Questions like who is more beautiful.

And Da Qi's recent work is a bit frequent, mainly because...

Monitor, oh no, observe the monk in the bamboo house, and then report to the pavilion master.

Daqi has always been relatively silent. In addition to training the ability to have a perfect question and answer with the pavilion master, he is actually quite talkative. After all, he can have such an ability because of the experience summed up by many seniors of Daqi. There is a book, which exists as the ultimate cheat for the position of the Big Seven.

The life of the monk is very boring. Daqi closes his eyes and the monk is meditating. When Daqi wakes up after a nap, the monk is still meditating.

Every day, the monk's daily routine basically meets Daqi's need for speaking, he only needs to say a few words, "Pavilion Master, today I ordered Master to meditate all day long, and the diet is the same as yesterday."

……

"Are you still meditating today?"

When Daqi entered the house, Hua Ziyao opened his mouth coldly. It had been seven days, that stupid monk was either meditating or meditating every day, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​leaving the bamboo house. easy to feed.

Da Qi was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "But today we are on a stone couch in the bamboo forest."

There was a little autumn rain a few days ago, but yesterday it cleared up and the sun was very comfortable. Maybe I also wanted to bask in the sun, so Chi Ruo moved from the house to the outside.

After listening, Hua Ziyao stood up and walked outside.

Da Qi was taken aback, and quickly followed, the direction of the pavilion master was indeed the bamboo house.

The author has something to say: (Minor repair) Originally this chapter was called the chapter where the character of the protagonist suddenly collapsed