In front of the brand-new thatched hut in the quiet part of the Great Lotus Peak, it has never been so lively.
The white-clothed monk is tall, but it feels unusually coordinated, and the string of beads on his chest is dim in color, which is obviously very different from the rare Buddha beads of many great monks in the Central Plains.
Since returning from his journey to the west, he has not held beads and beads, only such a string of Buddhist beads made of peach wood.
This string of hanging beads is regarded as his and his daughter-in-law's love thing, she is actually not without remorse after giving it, because later I heard that it seems that peach wood is a material highly respected by Taoism, which can ward off evil spirits, but in Buddhism, peach wood Buddha beads, it is really not worth mentioning.
But the white-clothed monk Li was careful, except for hanging this string of Buddhist beads on the wall before going to bed, he never left his body.
Buddhism has "quiet and delusional, hold the beads on the heart" saying, his common name is also called Li Beware, so when the white clothes entered Beijing, the old emperor of Liyang gave a string of priceless seven treasure hanging beads, he casually threw into the box, after having Li Shi's daughter, she was taken off a dozen beads by her daughter-in-law every three forks, woven into a ring, worn on the top of the girl's head, like to run crazy in the two Zen temples all over the mountain little girl, where to know the value of those beads, will soon be scattered and lost, fortunately in this family of three, no one will be distressed.
At this time, opposite the white-clothed monks, there were three Taoist priests from the two Taoist ancestral courts, Bai Yu, who had just been promoted to the history of Liangzhou Thorn, Qi Xianxia, who was also one of the little heavenly masters with the surname of Longhu Mountain, and Han Gui of Qingshan Guan, Xiaozhu Peak, Wudang.
Not far away, Li Dongxi, Wu Nanbei, Yu Fu, the only disciple of Li Yuaxe who is currently in charge of Wudang, and Xiaodao Tong Qingxin, Han Gui's apprentice, the four of them squatted together, listening to Li Dongxi's story about her heart-wrenching resume.
The daughter-in-law of the white-clothed monk had already taken a nap, and after learning that three Taoist priests had joined hands at the door, she leaned against the door and said, "There are many people, and those who come are not good." ” The white-clothed monk smiled: "It's just a quarrel, don't be afraid." ” She was still a little worried, and said, "Then I won't prepare tea, and they will have a dry mouth, but you can just find an excuse to go into the house and drink water." ” "Okay."
"Wouldn't that be rude?"
"No, it won't.
Net" "By the way, if you really can't quarrel with them, when you do it, remember to hit someone and don't slap your face, and leave the handle in vain, remember?"
“” "Why, if you can't beat it, forget it, let's chat with the harmony.
Ha, when you go out, you can make money with kindness. ” "Beat it."
"Oh.
Don't exaggerate it, our girl still wants to play in the mountains for a few more days. ” "Got it."
At this time, the white-clothed monk faced the three Taoists and talked happily, because there was no dispute between the roots of Buddhism and Taoism.
He asked, "Li Zhangjiao closes the Yellow Court Pass at Little Lotus Peak."
As the only Taoist priest who has "opened the peak" in Wudang in the past twenty years, Han Gui, who has always had no quarrel with others, did not hide this matter, nodded and said: "Senior brother has realized something before. ” The white-clothed monk smiled: "Good thing. ” He gently rubbed the string of peach wood Buddha beads, and said indifferently: "The land is trapped in the southeast, and the four desecrations are in the Xun position, which is not a beginning and an end." ” Han Gui was dressed in a plain Taoist robe and wore a cave scarf on his head, which was a little sentimental.
Bai Yu, who hurt his eyes while reading a book, habitually narrowed his eyes, as if he was out of the matter.
Qi Xianxia looked up at the rolling sea of clouds at the top of the Great Lotus Peak, full of emotion.
The white-clothed monk smiled and asked: "You can't be bold in life, and you are still young at the age of 100."
Did Cao Changqing say it after entering the Great Chu Chess to wait for the edict?"
Bai Yu shook his head and said: "In fact, what Cao Changqing's mentor Li Mi said, Cao Changqing can turn from a Confucian sage to a domineering person, this sentence is probably the finishing touch." ” The white-clothed monk gently twisted the Buddha beads, "If the three things of good flowers, full moon and life are the happy wishes of ordinary people, then the mind is smooth and the thoughts are free, which is the pursuit of your Taoist people."
Bai Yu, who was lazy, rubbed his eyes and asked with a smile: "What, there is going to be a quarrel, but there is not even a cup of tea here." ” The white-clothed monk said softly: "The daughter-in-law is not allowed to prepare tea, and the poor monk does not dare to advocate without permission."
As for quarrels."
The white-clothed monk looked over everyone's heads, looked not far away, and said in a loud voice: "Disciple, come on, come on, tell us Mr.
Bailian about the Dharma." ” I never thought that the young monk raised the little bald head slightly, and said reluctantly: "Master, if it weren't for Li Zi not letting me go, I would have to go to Yuqingguan for my sister to buy rouge, my mother said that there is a young woman who is as beautiful as a flower over there, and the hollyhock rouge sold these days is very cheap and good, and it is said that there are special Mianyan swallow branches from Wuyue Yanliufang in Jiangnan, and it may not be able to leave a box if you go late." ” The white-clothed monk glared and said: "You are embarrassed to say that a small box the size of a fingernail of Mianyan Branch, you dare to sell it for five taels of silver, if it weren't for you to talk to Shiniang, how could she miss it all night, last night she talked in her dreams, it was all Mianyan Zhimian Yanzhi" The young monk said confidently: "The apprentice just thinks that kind of rouge is really good, those cheap in the summer town at the foot of the mountain are cheap, but the aroma is too choking, although the box is bigger, but the master didn't see it yesterday, because he felt that the price was not expensive, the master pounced so much on the face, and as soon as she lowered her head to eat, she fluttered into the rice bowl, but it was infiltrating."
Master, you are really, obviously frightened, but you still want to say something to the master This kind of scene, it is really a heavenly girl scattering flowers, rare in the world, and then the master grinned, and the rouge fell even more" The white-clothed monk coughed a few times.
Bai Yu only felt that in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Longhu Mountain more than ten years ago, if the middle-aged monk of the Liangzen Temple was not absent, I am afraid that he would not have the right to turn the tide.
Qingshan Guanguan Lord Han Gui looks at the nose and nose and heart, but a Taoist priest is like an old monk.
Qi Xianxia seemed to secretly rub his eyebrows.
Suddenly, two voices inside and outside the house sounded at the same time, full of surprise: "The Mianyan branch of the Yanliu Workshop" Inside the house, it was naturally the daughter-in-law of the white-clothed monk, and outside the house, it was Li Dongxi, who got up suddenly, ran quickly to the house, and shouted loudly: "My father recently hid four or five taels of silver under the box of scriptures, and when he hid the silver, he peeked at my father and told me to keep my mouth shut."
Come on, but who am I, my mother's daughter."
The hut suddenly crackled, and there was a rush of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
The white-robed monk looked up at the sky with a sad face.
If outsiders don't know the reason, they must be amazed that it is really a treasure and solemn, like the Buddha's compassion for the suffering of the world.
When the two women, one older and one younger, walked out of the hut, the white-clothed monk stood up with his bald head and said with concern: "This big sun, do you want to hold an umbrella?"
His daughter-in-law thought about it, waved her hand, and said heroically: "Mianyan is a rare thing, and there must not be much inventory, what if you miss it?"
Li Dongxi has already begun to give orders, "Ben Nanbei, you go to the house to get an umbrella, and then hurry up to follow our Qingxin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your territory, if there is a path to Yuqingguan nearby, lead the way" Now that he has admired the heroine Li Dongxi, he puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Yes" Then the group went to Yuqingguan, and the white-clothed monk still didn't forget to look at their backs and reminded: "The path is difficult, go slower." ” It seemed that he also felt that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, the white-clothed monk sat back on the small bench, looked at Bai Yu, and casually found a topic, "I heard that Mr.
Bailian has three fears and two joys" Bai Yu nodded and said, "There are three fears, fear of thunder, fear of walking, and fear of Zhao Ningshen asking questions."
There are two joys, reading to the fast eye, and talking to the heart. ” The white-clothed monk was puzzled: "Zhao Ningshen" Bai Yu said a little sentimentally: "His real name is Zhao Jingsi, he is the only son of the old master, his temperament is particularly simple and condensed, he has experienced hardships several times after going down the mountain, and he has been blessed by misfortune, and now his heart is almost the same." ” The white-clothed monk sighed, "Isn't it the young Taoist priest who invited the ancestor of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to go down to earth on the Spring God Lake?"
Bai Yu smiled bitterly and was speechless.
The white-clothed monk seemed to have a deep prejudice against the young vassal king, and said angrily: "If you fight, you will fight, and you have to pretend to be a ghost, what is the difference between crying and crying and going home to find your elders, especially that Xu Fengnian, not to mention that Xu Fengnian, who is not like words, domineering and unorthodox."
Bai Yu, who is now regarded as the "retainer of the Xu family" in Beiliang, kept silent with interest.
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The white-clothed monk snorted: "My daughter never runs to the poor monk to complain, when she makes a move, she doesn't beat those little bald heads crying and running back to find their master."
Han Gui smiled knowingly, as if he remembered his apprentice Qingxin, and also remembered Yu Fu, the little Taoist boy who taught Li Yuaxe to bring back to the mountain.
People who are outsiders may not be ruthless.
At this moment, Qi Xianxia, the only one among the three Taoist priests who "cultivated strength", stood up suddenly, turned around and looked at it, as if facing a great enemy.
The white-clothed monk still sat peacefully on the small bench, slowly twisting the Buddha beads.
A man with slightly frosty temples appeared in everyone's field of vision, empty-handed.
I saw him smile and said: "Since Fang Cun Lei, I have realized two more knives in the past twenty years, and I want to consult with the two of them, but now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I have to come here to disturb." ” Li Jingxin got up slowly and said indifferently: "Take advantage of the absence of the poor monk's daughter-in-law, hurry up."
But say it in advance, whether it's a spar, whether it's life or death, don't destroy the thatched hut, otherwise the poor monk will really be angry. ”: