Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

, who thinks he is the person who understands him best in the world, but sometimes feels that his words and deeds are weird and difficult to figure out.

He was about to speak, but suddenly he heard some thumping noises coming from the next door of the Chan dormitory, as if someone was pacing back and forth and whispering, he couldn't help but feel the wine stirring in his stomach, and he just felt a headache.Che Hai glanced out the window and said clearly:

"Brother came back late today. I didn't know what a terrible decision the master announced in the evening. At this moment, the brothers and sisters are resting in the room after their studies. It is inevitable that they will not be able to sleep because of the noise."

"Oh? What decision?"

"He promised you the position of the next abbot."

After hearing this, Che Lian froze for a long while, then looked at the expressionless junior in front of her eyes again and again, to make sure that this was not some impromptu joke, then crawled down and buried her head with the pillow, complaining softly: "But it doesn't matter if I want to or not? Teaching Shi Chelian to spend the rest of his life in the old temple on the top of the mountain where there is no wind and moon, it would be better to be a wandering monk."

Hearing his brother's complaints, Che Hai hesitated for a moment, his face was unpredictable, and finally said softly:

"That's true. Senior brother is naturally carefree and carefree. You are really restricted in this clean place, not as good as me..."

"I really don't want the position of abbot; after all, Master has kindness to both of us, and I have nothing to do with the world of mortals in this life, so that's all." Drunkenness accompanied by sleepiness hit her head, Che Lian slapped softly He yawned, turned around and said vaguely, "Since the master is still willing to value me, how can I let down this Bofeng Temple that has nurtured me for many years? From tomorrow onwards, I will abide by the five precepts and be the most respectable good monk." That's right."

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Noticing that the breathing of the senior brother in front of him gradually became steady, and he fell asleep as if nothing had happened, Che Hai sat on the bedside and looked at his face that was obviously much more seductive than his own, his originally peaceful eyes finally turned dark and cold.

After that, Che Lian was really uncharacteristically, she cut off all contact with those wine and meat friends at the bottom of the mountain, recited sutras every day, and became a pure monk with peace of mind. The nickname is enough to deal with the trivial voices of doubts back then.

It's just that he was still late in enlightenment, and he was born flirtatious and coquettish. He was not like something in the pond of Buddhism. In addition, his good fortune and reputation were far less than those of Chuhai. Therefore, in the eyes of the monks in Bofeng Temple, Xing Xing was the most suitable abbot. The dust pierces the sea.

Che Lian has been a good monk for half his life, and together with Che Hai from infancy to old age, he thought that he would stay in Pufeng Temple all his life, succeed the abbot after his master passed away, and spend his whole life devoutly at the feet of the Buddha; but he never What I thought of was that after so many years of respecting my brother and brother Chehai, I still fell in the hands of his most trusted junior. He poisoned his master, set fire to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and slandered him as a demon monk and drove him out of the Bodhisattva. Wind Temple.

On the day of the accident, there was mist outside the Bofeng Temple, and Chelian, who was poisoned in her body, was able to escape the pursuit of the monks, and fell dying in the quagmire under the cover of the lush forest.He is over ninety years old, and he thinks he has seen all the joys and sorrows in the world long ago, and he will no longer get angry at the slander and insult in this world of mortals, but when this life is about to end, he endures it and abandons it, regretting it.

He finally understands why Che Hai is the one who is more destined to be a Buddha, but his master has always been jealous of him. He has never been so easy-going and close to him for many years; he also hates himself for being old and old, but he is innocent and pure He has been good all his life, but he never saw through the undercurrents in this devil's heart for many years, and even hated the monks in Bofeng Temple who wanted to punish him indiscriminately.

The broken, old and weak meridians could no longer gather half of his internal breath, body temperature gradually drained from Che Lian's withered body, and the severe pain caused by the venom biting in the blood made him unable to move anymore; he opened his eyes, only To be able to wait for my own end in this smog.

——How could he be willing to wait for death!

Che Lian gritted her teeth, used up her last bit of strength to get up from the mud, staggered across layers of forests and descended the mountain, stopped the passing carriage and rushed towards Xiuning Mountain in the south of the Yangtze River.

At that time in the world, perhaps no one knew about the bewitching monk Chelian, but the glamorous monk Sakyamuni was already well-known all over the world.

And only this person can save his life with that weird skill in such absurd situation.

The passing grooms saw the old monk behaving madly, with a dead look on his face, fearing that he would encounter a lunatic who would come back to life, so he hurried on his way, and when he arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, he quickly threw him to the foot of Xiuning Mountain without any money. Ask him for it.

The beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River in early autumn is different from the loess Central Plains that Che Lian is familiar with. He is clad in yellow leaves and climbs towards the delicate little temple immersed in the brilliant maple flowers on the top of the mountain. Every step seems to be stepping on a bloody poisonous blade.

The little novice who was dozing in front of Xiuning Temple suddenly woke up, and saw a strange old monk fall in front of the unswept threshold, and hurried forward to support him.

"The old monk of Pufeng Temple, Chelian, asked to see Master Jiayu of Xiuning Temple."

迦玉

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When Sakyamuni woke up from a long dream, the incense candles in the meditation room were only half burned, and the autumn afternoon in Xiuning Mountain was cool and pleasant, covering the unusual rustling movement outside the window in the golden fallen leaves.

Seeing a disciple knocking on the door to report, he got up and put on his monk's robe, picked up a string of red-refined Buddhist beads in front of the incense table, and walked out slowly.

I don't remember how many years I have spent in this lonely Xiuning Temple, but luckily that person arrived as scheduled.

He sat high on the Maitreya couch above the stone steps, taught the disciples beside him to make a pot of tea, and then lay there on his side, looking down at the down-and-out old monk lying at his feet expressionlessly.

The old monk was covered with cuts and bruises, and his withered beauty could no longer find the half of the charm of the past. His withered figure was deeply bent, and the hoarse voice in his throat seemed to be filled with sweet blood, and he looked very close to death. It's ridiculous.

Knowing his reason for coming, he knelt down again and said in a trembling voice, "I also ask Master Jiayu to save the old monk's life."

"..."

Sakyamuni looked at his old face for a long time, and finally sighed softly, with eyes that seemed pity and disdain. "Master Chunxi knows that the secret method of seizing phases that I practice requires intercourse to save people, but is he willing to lie under the body of a monstrous monk?"

He opened his mouth quietly, and with clear eyes saw the blood winding out from under Che Lian's body, slowly staining the clean ground red. "Besides, you are so seriously injured, even if you are lucky enough to regain your youth, you may not be able to last much longer; it is better to accept your fate, and I, Xiuning Temple, will bury you honorably with the honor of an eminent monk's passing away."

Che Lian bowed her head deeply again, although she was extremely weak, her eyes were very firm:

"If Master Jiayu is willing to condescend to save me, he can only last for a few more days. Let me take revenge on that old thief Chehai with this last breath of anger. Common people, even if the old monk falls into the realm of hungry ghosts after death, he will not be at peace."

Hearing the words, Sha Jiayu seemed to be thinking something, put his fingertips on his forehead and was silent for a while, then suddenly snorted and said:

"Master Chunxi's desire to survive is indeed touching. But why should I save you?"

Seeing the old monk froze in front of him, he slowly said: "You should also know that I am not that kind of good monk who loves all living beings. Because I practice strange and evil methods, I need people who practice martial arts to serve me. Appearance is also extremely picky, if you touch an old monk like you, I'm afraid you can vomit out the whole night's dinner."

After saying that, he really put on a look of disgust, looked up and down the weak old monk in front of him, then drank the tea in the cup silently, still lying lazily on the side of the Maitreya couch, let's see how he does response.

Che Lian froze for a moment, looked down at her wrinkled and withered back, which was slowly clenched between the wide sleeves, then raised her head and said:

"Although the old monk is not talented, he is also quite accomplished in internal martial arts and Qihuang techniques. For the rest of his life, he is willing to serve Xiuning Temple as a dog and horse. He will definitely be the right arm of the master in the future. The appearance of..."

The familiar severe pain swept over again, Che Lian supported her crumbling body, gritted her teeth and said:

"I'm ashamed to say that the old monk now only regrets that the beauty is late, and she was beautiful and romantic when I was young. I am an orphan on the battlefield by the Yellow River, and my biological mother is Yue Xiangning, the former Mistress of Qihuang Palace. I have heard that; more than a hundred years ago, she was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. She was abandoned by the rebellious generals of the previous dynasty because of her wrong payment. I have said that I look very similar to my mother, if I can... cough, if I can rejuvenate my old age and reappear my old appearance, I will definitely not teach and disappoint Master Jiayu..."

As his body temperature gradually lost, he fell to the ground, his voice was already very weak, so he had to turn his pleading eyes to Sakyamuni again.

Shi Jiayu looked at his body curled up in pain with cold eyes all the while, and finally got up from Maitreya's couch after a long while, called the disciples of the medical hall to fetch a bottle of centipede pills and threw them into his arms, and walked from the stone steps Slowly walking down, pausing for a moment when passing him, then walked towards the door indifferently.

"I'll renew your life. I'll take this centipede pill and take a bath, so that I can have a rest, but don't die before I get interested."

Seeing Master Jiayu leaving behind these words, the Xiuning disciples who were waiting at the side hurriedly poured tea and fed the old monk with pills. He was dragged back from the gate of hell, and then carefully helped him to go to the medicinal bath.

In the middle of the night, Sakyamuni knocked on the chess pieces to play chess with himself, and at the third watch, he was not very sleepy, and then remembered the funny old monk in the daytime.There was a slight trembling sound in his left sleeve. He raised his wrist and saw the string of relic beads slowly converging in one direction in his palm.