Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

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The days after that were the same as in the past, and the relationship between Sakyamuni and Chelian was never thick or weak. Kong Fan saw it in his eyes, and he was also faintly worried for the master; it was a pity that the master forbade him to mention it to Chelian Can't say anything.

As a fellow disciple who admired Sakyamuni, his feelings for Che Lian could not be regarded as jealous, but it was definitely not friendly either.Whenever Sakyamuni returned from lobbying in neighboring states and distributed souvenirs and gifts with the monks in the temple, Kong Fan would always intentionally or unintentionally compete with Che Lian for his share, and after a few times, that person also noticed it. Junior brother doesn't like to see him, but he doesn't bother to think about the reason.

Kong Fan knew that the master had given the best to his senior brother, but he still wanted a token dedicated to him, and Sakyamuni easily granted his wish.

He spent a full year selecting and polishing a string of amber rosary beads for Kongfan, soaked in the medicine spring and sealed it himself, which can be called a fancy treasure.That day Kongfan took the string of rosary beads from his master, rubbed his hands together for a moment, and finally smiled.

But he knew that the string of relics that Sakyamuni gave to his senior brother was actually refined from his own teeth.

It is clear at a glance whether it is more important or less important.

But he was really content.

The ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains has always been quiet and peaceful. Thousands of sunrises and sunsets have passed quietly. After all, the master failed to become an enviable fairy couple with his seniors. One day he packed his bags and took full control of the affairs of Xiuning Temple I handed it over to myself, and just went down the mountain alone, saying that I was tired of the life of a monk and went to the world to visit the world of mortals again.

In the following decades, the brother could not wake up from his sleep again.

At first, Kongfan still remembered his master's instructions, so he didn't take the initiative to go down the mountain to find him, he just guarded the Xiuning Temple until his brother woke up, but as time passed, he also realized a certain possibility; On a certain day, he calculated the horoscope of the master's reincarnation's birthday, and went down the mountain to inquire all the way, and followed the guidance of the compass towards Jiangzhou.

When he stepped into the city gate, he heard that Yue Mingxi, the son of the richest man in Jiangzhou, contracted a strange disease. Take effort.

He revealed the list, went up to Yuejia Mountain to see the seriously ill child, and sure enough, he saw at a glance that he was the reincarnation of the master.At that time, although Yuemingxi was only seven years old, he was already wise like a demon, Yunwen Yunwu was not a problem, but he often yelled some words that the young Yue couple could not understand, and cried in the village all day long. When Kongfan arrived, he had already had a high fever for several days and was dying.

Kong Fan put his cold palm on his forehead, carefully helped him up, fed him a bowl of medicinal soup, and massaged acupuncture for him, watching him turn over from his drowsy sleep, muttering : Lian Er.

In the first seven years of reincarnation, the master tossed and turned and only chanted this name, crying for his Lian'er.

His heart was shaken, and he couldn't tell whether it was moved or disappointed, and in the end he could only silently recuperate the body of this young master who was only seven years old, trying to erase all the memories that had somehow been brought to the second life, and then quietly leave.

It has to be said that he was secretly delighted; in the previous life, his master met his senior brother prematurely, and he used this as an excuse to refuse to accept his feelings, but in this life, he actually met this person before his senior brother.

Just wait patiently in Xiuning Temple for the time being, and when Yue Mingxi grows up ten years later, he will come down the mountain to reconnect with him.

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Unexpectedly, it was still a step late.

In the end, I still watched my senior brother untie his knots, take off his monk clothes and tear up his degree certificate, raise an iron sword on this bright and beautiful spring day full of flowers, and ride a horse to chase the man away.

Kong Fan sat quietly in the deep meditation room under the green shade until evening, collected the old things of his senior brother one by one, sent the hard-won volume of the photo book to the Sutra Pavilion and locked it carefully, and then called two disciples under his seat , temporarily handing over the affairs of the temple to them, and said goodbye to them softly.

Dao Jue and Dao Jing looked at each other, and asked puzzledly: "Master, are you going down the mountain?"

Kong Fan smiled and said: "Exactly. Maybe come back, maybe not come back; let's see the fate in the future."

As he spoke, he grabbed the string of amber rosary beads that he regarded as precious, put on his bamboo hat and set foot on the vine mountain road.He looked back at the beautiful and bright Xiuning Temple under the moonlight, brushed off the crystal dew stained on the hem of his clothes, and followed the guidance of the compass to an unknown direction down the mountain.

The world is still prosperous, and he still wants to see it.

Zen temple

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When Che Lian rode her horse and whipped her whip all the way to Yuejiazhuang, Jiangzhou City, which was full of red clouds, was faintly lit up. The climate in the mountains was very cool, and only the sound of horseshoes could be heard on the quiet forest path.

Yue Tianhe went out to visit friends and has not yet returned home. In the rather deserted Yuejiazhuang, only Mrs. Yue was left sitting in the room with a lot of thoughts and reading. When she heard the news that Master Chunxi came to the house again, she was shocked and quickly dropped her hands. The poem book was welcomed out.

I haven't seen him for many days, but the gorgeous monk Chelian, who was once called a man of the hour, has changed his appearance. The monk's robe and beads suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strong suit and long hair hanging from his shoulders under a bamboo hat, with golden ears around his ears. Although Huan is still shining, she is already a real worldly beauty.

Mrs. Yue was surprised, and when she was hesitating about what kind of etiquette should be used to greet her, Che Lian straightforwardly explained her reason for coming, and went to look for Yueming River like this.

Seeing this, she hurriedly chased after him and said: "Ming'er is not at home now, I wonder why the Master is looking for him?"

Che Lian stopped walking when she heard the words, she didn't intend to explain all the ins and outs to Mrs. Yue, she just frowned and asked, "Where did he go?"

Mrs. Yue hesitated for a moment, seeing Che Lian's attire, and remembering Ming'er's appearance of not thinking about food and drink a few days ago, she already vaguely guessed something in her heart, pulled up her skirt and fell silent for a while, then suddenly said:

"Forgive me for being abrupt... Does Ming'er recall those past events?"

Che Lian's expression froze, and she looked at her in disbelief.

He used to think that the Yue family would definitely not know about Sakyamuni's reincarnation, but now it seems that even though Yue Mingxi behaved like a secular young master for more than ten years, he still couldn't hide it from his own mother in this life.

Seeing Chelian's reaction, Mrs. Yue understood, sighed to herself, and didn't ask any more questions. She just pointed to the mountain top in the north that had been merged into the cool night, and said, "He sat alone at home for a few days. , the Tao is to go to the north of Shanxi to roam and relax; even though I don't know where I am now, it is always right for the Master to look north."

Seeing that Mrs. Yue did not seem to be lying, Chelian frowned slightly, feeling a little headache.The place in northern Shanxi is so big that God knows where Yuemingxi will go. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly remembered that Sakyamuni had written a letter to Master Wuwu of Sanbao Temple before his death, and that letter was also written when the two were walking. He was put into the bag by Yue Mingxi, and now it seems that he is most likely to go to Rumuling to deliver the letter.

After she had an idea in her heart, Che Lian no longer hesitated, thanked Mrs. Yue, packed up her luggage again, and went down the mountain overnight to look for it. "...Master!"

Hearing Mrs. Yue calling behind him, he turned his head and saw her hesitantly bowing to him, and said earnestly:

"Looking forward to the Master's life, don't let Ming'er down."

He was startled after hearing this, with mixed feelings in his heart.In the end, he just nodded solemnly to her, and borrowed a good horse from Yuejiazhuang, packed his luggage, and galloped all the way to Rumuling, which is far away in the north of Shanxi.

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Entering Muling in the north of Shanxi, it was an uncultivated barbaric wasteland before the Five Dynasties. The place where you pass by is a vast and vast, thousands of ravines. The road is particularly difficult.

Che Lian sat at the foot of the mountain and rested her feet for a while, not intending to take a nap to recharge her energy, so she went up to Muling Ridge with her whole body full of wind and frost, and climbed towards the Sanbao Temple located in the steep mountains , the long and narrow shadow stepped on some vain feet, and seemed to be exhausted.

The Sanbao Temple is no more magnificent than the authentic Pufeng Temple. It is simple and lonely surrounded by pines, as if it has been waiting for Chelian for a long time.He stepped into the unguarded mountain gate, found a floor-sweeping monk who was dozing off by the stone watchtower, and asked, "Master, may I ask if a young man named Yuemingxi has been here?"

The floor-sweeping monk opened his sleepy eyes and looked at him, then slowly said:

"...The benefactor is talking about Master Jiayu?"

Che Lian was taken aback, but she didn't have time to ask him how he knew, she only thought that she was indeed at the right place, and nodded her head hastily.Seeing his expression, the sweeping monk stopped talking, looked at the Daxiong Palace standing in the distance among the greenery, and said in a leisurely voice: "Almsgiver, come with me."

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In the dark hall of the Great Hero, the aroma of bitter sandalwood rises from the stone furnace. The Buddha of the Third Age sits silently on the lotus altar, and the eighteen arhats on both sides are staring at the people kneeling on the worship mat.

Che Lian stepped into the main hall with the sweeping monk, and saw the familiar figure beside the Buddhist altar at a glance. His heartstrings that had been tensed for many days were finally relieved, and he showed a quiet smile.

Agitated in his heart, he was about to step forward to embrace the lost and recovered boy, but his steps suddenly stopped in place, feeling a faint sense of uneasiness.

He saw an elderly Ajali standing in front of Sakyamuni who was kneeling, holding a glaze basin containing fragrant soup in his hand, slowly pouring it over his head.Strands of blue silk fluttered down to the cold bricks and stones, Sakyamuni hung his head, persistently