At this time, the morning sun was rising in the east, and the first group of pilgrims from Hanling Temple had already swarmed in when the Zhike monk opened the mountain gate.
Exactly, in the depths of the mysterious Buddhist temple in the eyes of pilgrims, clusters of green plums surround a pavilion that is slightly higher than the usual pavilion. There is no cover for the pavilion, and there is even some mist in it. The mist has a faint fragrance of green plums, and it doesn't look like a Buddhist holy place at all.
It didn't stop there, in the confused mist, a beautiful young man with red lips and white teeth sat cross-legged on a futon leisurely and contentedly again. If it wasn't for the fact that the top of the young man's head had not been shaved, and if it wasn't for the young man wearing a goose-yellow monk robe, anyone who saw this young man would regard him as a handsome young man in troubled times. A gust of wind blew by, and the sun from the east was blowing in. The figure of the young monk was revealed very slowly. It seemed that the wind and the light were reluctant to disturb the young monk's practice.
However, after the dusty light and shadows, the face of the young monk Ruyu moved slightly, his exquisite eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes, a pair of eyes that were as crystal as black jade flashed a faint displeasure, and the displeasure was thrown into the air In the middle, the light and dust are also trembling, and as shadows like lotuses suddenly appear in the eyes, the light and dust also turned into blossoming lotuses with three petals
"Jingcheng, since you are already here, why don't you come in?" When the young monk opened his mouth, his voice was as clear as beads falling on a jade plate, especially his slightly exposed teeth were whiter than pearls.
"Hehe, Master Cimei" A slightly old voice sounded from the distant pavilion, and then the small door of the pavilion opened, and an old man in white monk clothes appeared, and then the old man walked out of the pavilion. Walking out, slowly stepping on the green plums surrounding the pavilion, it landed in front of the young monk.
Seeing the respectful face of the old man, the beard and eyebrows were white, and the monk with bright moon and loving plums frowned slightly, and there was another kind of regret in the eyes that were still unhappy just now.
The old monk Jingcheng had a smile on his face. He was about to put his hands together to salute, but he could see that there was no regret in the eyes of the monk Cimei. He raised his eyebrows, and then lowered his eyebrows to please his eyes: he proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Jingcheng Cheng has met Master Cimei! It's just that he hasn't seen him for more than ten years, but the master actually stepped into the realm of imitating lotus, which really makes the disciples envious!"
"Amitabha, Jingcheng" Cimei raised one hand and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Get up now!"
"Yes~" Jingcheng got up, stood beside him respectfully, and didn't say much.
Cimei raised her eyes to see the morning sun in the distance, sighed, not knowing what to do, she slowly stood up from the futon, walked to the east of the pavilion, faced the rising sun, and asked in a low voice : "Do you know why I called you here?"
Looking at Cimei's back, the goose-yellow monk's robe was inlaid with golden silk borders, Jingcheng's eyes showed even more reverence, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes, I know, I plan to come to Japan to pay respects in person in Japan. Master Patriarch reported the matter of Changsheng Town, but because he wanted to arrange some mundane affairs of Xiaojin Temple, he wrote it"
"Alas" Cimei sighed again, and before Jingcheng could finish speaking, she interrupted him and asked, "Jingcheng, how many years have you been the abbot of Ciyun Temple?"
Jingcheng was taken aback, apparently he didn't expect Cimei to ask this question, but he didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly replied: "The disciple went to Ciyun Temple to be the abbot It was the master's personal support, how could the disciple not know? It's been three days Sixteen years and three months!"
"Well, you remember it really clearly!" Cimei nodded, but there was no joy in her tone.
Jingcheng was even more stunned, and hurriedly apologized with a smile: "Master, disciple What did you do wrong? I hope the master will not hesitate to enlighten me!" At this time bao laixsw. co m Zhang Si
"Actually, it's not a mistake!" Cimei shook her head slightly, but without turning around, she said, "Everyone has their own destiny, and nothing in the world can be forced!"
When Jing Cheng heard this, he became even more anxious. He hurriedly took a step forward, put his hands together, bowed and said: "Master, you have always watched your disciple grow up. Moreover, Master has always been a role model for disciples. The abbot of Ciyun Temple under the jurisdiction of Hanling Mountain also regards the ancestor as a model"
"I said you were wrong, but you are getting more and more wrong!" Cimei swung her sleeves, helped Jing Cheng up, and said calmly, "You and I are both former disciples of the Buddha. Lord Buddha, if there is an example to imitate, it is also the Buddha. I have practiced for many years, but I have not yet attained any Buddhahood. Why do you learn from me? It¡¯s just fifty steps and a hundred steps!¡±
After hearing this, Jingcheng said solemnly: "Master is wrong! Disciple naturally puts the future of Lord Buddha and Buddhism in his heart, but that is the pursuit of his life. Master is the benchmark of suffering in the disciple's heart. Every time the disciple encounters Difficulties, the other side in the distance can certainly give students hope, but the nearby benchmarks can make students move forwardMotivation! "强牺 baolaixsw.com 读牺
Cimei smiled like a lotus flower, and said, "Then let me ask you, is the matter of the Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town more important? Or the news about Senior Brother Cihang?"
"This" Jingcheng was a little puzzled, "The disciple has already passed the news of Master Cihang to the master, nothing else is important, and the disciple is not talented, let alone find the whereabouts of Master Cihang. Disciple In order to prevent Chongyunzong from taking the lead in Changsheng Town, he hastily dispatched Junior Brother Jingmo to Changsheng Town to serve as the abbot of Xiaojin Temple, taking advantage of the shadow left by Master Cihang, and firmly rooted the roots of Xiaojin Temple in Changsheng Town. In Changsheng Town."
"Did Jingmo go to Changsheng Town?" Cimei asked again indifferently.
"Of course not yet. I'm waiting for the Buddha's oracle from Hanling Temple." Jingcheng said hurriedly, "Although I can directly appoint the abbot of Xiaojin Temple, today's incense in Changsheng Town is beyond my expectation. Thousands of Tens of thousands of benefactors came from all directions to Jiangchao Temple in Changsheng Town to worship the statue of Master Cihang, such a grand event I dare not specialize in it, so I ask the master to decide."
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