Don't be clouded

The guest rooms in Xuanqing Temple are on the east side, and they are small in scale, there are only a few rooms, perhaps because there are very few guests who can stay in the temple.

Ji Bieyun was arranged by Guanchen to the inner room. Before Guanchen left, he was still a little worried, and told him: "I will bring you a vegetarian meal later. If you need to find me in the future, the one who goes to the monk's house is a famous courtyard." That's it."

He didn't hear those two words clearly, and asked, "What courtyard?"

"It's a famous courtyard."

Seeing the confused expression on his face, Guanchen further patiently explained: "The Tathagata said the world, that is not the world, is called the world."

Ji Bieyun's expression changed slightly, and some dusty memories emerged.

He has not been in touch with Buddhist scriptures for a long time, so he didn't hear them for a while.In fact, when Liu Yunjing was acquainted with Huizhi, he also heard some Buddhist scriptures, so he naturally knew this sentence.

But he is Ji Yao now, so he shouldn't understand.

He paused for a moment before bursting into a smile, "What tongue twister, it made me dizzy. If I come to you at that time, I'd better just ask the other masters where you are."

"Alright." The monk still had no temper, nodded slightly to him, and left with a new prayer bead.

This monk has always walked straightforwardly, he originally wanted to say a few more words, but he could only stare at the back of the farther and farther back.

Ji Bieyun's mind was full of the tongue-twister Buddhist scriptures just now, and after several times of silent recitation, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that his mind had been confused.Zheng Yu's death, the prime minister's suspicion, Prince Xian's words before he left, and Guan Chen's figure holding a Buddhist bead... many images competed to reappear in his mind, disturbing him.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, Guan Chen came back with a food box after not leaving for a long time.

Ji Bieyun sat beside the small round table, propped his chin to watch Guan Chen take out stacks of vegetables from the food box, and arrange them on the table in an orderly manner.The monk's style of doing things has always been unhurried, and even such small things as placing the plate are pleasing to the eye.

"If I bought the meat myself and brought it in to eat, would it be considered disrespectful?" He asked suddenly, and his tone was meant to be a silly joke, meaningless.

Guan Chen replied seriously: "Forget it, but I don't mind, you can hide it and eat it secretly."

Ji Bieyun laughed even deeper, "Master Guanchen, have you noticed that your address has changed since just now?"

The hand holding the plate stopped, and he took it quickly, jokingly said: "Be careful, master, if you shake the hands and spill the food, it will be a big waste of food."

The monk withdrew his hand and reflected: "It's the poor monk who is reckless, please forgive me."

"Hey, don't change back, it's hard to change." Ji Bieyun felt it was a pity seeing this person's sincere self-criticism, he leaned forward and looked into Guan Chen's eyes, "You are my benefactor anyway, Can you stop looking out like that?"

Guan Chen took a step back, pulling the distance between them back to the original state.

Ji Bieyun has never had such a strict sense of propriety for monks, because his childhood playmate was a monk, and he only thinks that a monk is also a human being, who can be friends and talk happily.

Therefore, he didn't realize that his request was a little too much, and telling monks not to treat him like a different term for breaking the precepts.

But he didn't force it, and sighed, "Forget it, it's not so easy to get rid of a person's habits. Have you eaten it? I can't finish so many dishes by myself. Let's sit down together."

Guanchen didn't refuse this request, or the monk originally planned it this way, because there were two bowls and chopsticks in the food box.

After taking their seats, the two ate their vegetarian meals face to face, and fell into an abnormal silence.

Ji Bieyun and Guanchen have known each other for a while, but they never had a meal alone. In the past, there was an active atmosphere with the little novice Miaoci, but this time it was extremely quiet.

He was a little uncomfortable, not because of embarrassment, but because he felt that his heart was even more chaotic after he calmed down.

The upbringing he had when he was a child still lingered in his bones. He didn't like to speak actively when eating, and he didn't know what to say when he wanted to speak now.As for Guan Chen, who is usually taciturn, he was naturally even more silent when eating.

After a meal, Ji Bieyun was distracted, staring at Guan Chen's extremely dignified eating for a while, and thinking of Zheng Yu's case for a while, but unknowingly, he ate more than before.

Guan Chen also noticed it, put down his chopsticks and said, "It seems that the vegetarian meal in Xuanqing Temple suits the taste of the benefactor."

In fact, he didn't taste anything at all, so he nodded indiscriminately, "Yes, it suits my taste."

After dinner, Guan Chen packed up the dinner plate again, and prepared to leave with the food box.But before he left, he turned to look at him and asked, "May Ji benefactor sleep peacefully tonight?"

After being reminded, he remembered what he said about An Shenxiang.Ji Bieyun didn't have the habit of incense, and didn't want to bother Guanchen anymore, so he waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, the mountain is quiet, so I can sleep peacefully."

The monk was not polite to him either, and nodded slightly.

"The poor monk still has evening classes, so let's take my leave first."

Ji Bieyun also knew that they were not idle monks, not only had morning and evening classes, but also had to take care of chores in the temple.A big disciple like Guanchen, apart from doing meditation, also has to give lectures to other disciples and pilgrims from time to time.

After Guan Chen left, the yard became completely quiet.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the quietness turned into a coldness.In February, the cold wind blew across the mountains, passed through the door, and chilled Ji Bieyun's hair.

He touched the ring knife at his waist, and the long knife was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

A wide open space in front of the house was used to the best of its ability. The young man danced his sword like a dragon, wrapping the cold wind of the courtyard in the wind of the sword, and the desolation and coldness were also chopped into countless pieces.

The scar on the back of the neck was exposed from the pulling of the collar, and after Ji Bieyun put away the knife and went back to the room, he took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and the scar was completely exposed.

There are five ferocious welts on the young man's back, interlaced and coiled on the skin, like hibernating poisonous insects, one day they will wake up, penetrate into the young man's body and eat away his internal organs.

There was no one else in the courtyard, so Ji Bieyun went to fetch a few barrels of water from the well in the courtyard topless, and then lit a fire on the stove in the small kitchen to heat it up.After that, I took a shower, washed away the cold and sweat, and lay down quietly on the bed.

After nightfall, the chirping of birds and insects subsided. Compared with Chenjing not far away, the mountain was too quiet.

Ji Bieyun tossed and turned for a long time before gradually falling asleep holding the ring-shouldered knife.

Before going to sleep, he was already prepared to dream of the Liu family again, but Zhou Gong was unreasonable and threw him into a rare dream tonight.

He dreamed of Huizhi and Liu Yunjing who was in his early teens.

But he also appeared in the dream as Ji Bieyun, watching the two children.Huizhi had just entered Lingdong Temple at this time, her hair had been shaved, and she was sitting on the side of the Heavenly King Hall, quietly knocking on the wooden fish.

Some pilgrims went in to worship and knelt on the futon to make a wish piously, but Huizhi just looked down at the wooden fish, his face was numb.

Liu Yunjing hid outside the palace gate, poked half of his head to look inside, the more he looked, the more distressed he was.

However, he was so engrossed that he didn't notice that the wind was blowing outside, and the already weak body was blown by the wind, and a chill poured into his throat, and he couldn't help coughing.

Huizhi suddenly followed the sound and looked up, and saw Liu Yunjing.

Seeing that he was found, the young master ran away in a hurry.

Ji Bieyun stood at the gate of the hall the whole time, looking at Huizhi with a straight face.

The little monk's face was blurred in the dream, and he couldn't see it clearly, so he couldn't help but step into the temple door to see it more clearly.

However, the moment he entered the hall, Huizhi's eyes fell on him.

Ji Bieyun froze all over, not daring to move forward even a step.

The two stared at each other, he parted his lips hesitantly, and finally asked softly, "Are you okay now?"

The little monk put down the hammer and raised his finger to point behind him.

"Snowing."

Ji Bieyun turned around suddenly, and suddenly there was heavy snow outside the hall, but the color of the snow was extremely abnormal, with a lifeless gray glowing.He took a closer look, only to find that the so-called snow turned out to be lumps of incense ash and paper money ash.The ashes all over the sky fell on the ground, and quickly piled up a thick layer, lining the Buddha Hall like a cemetery.

A subtle panic arose in his heart, and he turned to look for Huizhi again, only to find that there was no one in the hall.Maitreya Buddha in the middle of the hall is smiling, as if he is laughing at him, Huizhi, or all living beings in the world.

The dream ended abruptly.

Ji Bieyun woke up covered in cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably.

"Zhao Quehan..."

He got up from the bed and looked outside.

It was still dark and dark.

The author says:

I really like writing about dreams, a hobby