The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 150 Obstacles (two more)

  The little novice monk was stunned, and walked over to give salutes: "The donor is a member of the three-meal-a-day program?"

  Uncle Zhike Seng Juewu mentioned in the Fa conference yesterday that today, a TV variety show team came to the temple for shooting. This is a good opportunity to promote Hanshan Temple. The monks in the temple should cooperate with the program team.

  Ming Jing slid flowers with one hand and smiled slightly, "Little master, I'm here to see Master Jueming."

  The little novice monk looked at her in a daze. The young woman looked like a silver plate with compassion between her eyebrows, and she was very Buddha-like.

  He shook his heart, lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Sorry for the donor, Master, his old man has been in retreat for several days."

  Master Jue Ming is a well-known monk from far and near. Those who want to see him are unfamiliar, but there are very few who can really see him.

  The woman came up and went straight ahead, and the little novice monk rejected her with the usual excuses.

"Under the mirror, from Jiyueya of Baitou Mountain, learn from Wuxin Master, come today and meet Master Jueming." Mingjing smiled faintly, and the morning sun fell on her face, like a blooming white lotus. In the silt, open in the clear space, red calyx and white stamens, plain and light.

  The little novice monk looked at her in shock. He turned out to be a fellow Taoist.

Although he didn't know where the Baitou Mountain Jiyue irritation was, he hadn't even heard of it before, but seeing the good looks of this woman, he didn't dare to neglect. "

  The little novice monk turned and left in a hurry.

   Ye Zhen chased up and looked at the plaque and muttered, "So this is Hanshan Temple."

  Hanshan Temple occupies an entire hill. The incense in the temple is at its peak, and it is crowded with people on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year. Ye Zhen had heard about the name of the Hanshan Temple, and only saw it today.

   Looking at the gate, it is very imposing. Rumor has it that there are two big mountains in the North Xiangguo, Nanhan Mountain, one north and one south.

  At this time, Qu Feitai and Tian Long also chased up. Qu Feitai walked up to Ye Zhen and said very solemnly: "I'm sorry, Miss Ye, my assistant offended you. I will apologize for him."

  Tian Long followed Qu Feitai aggrievedly. If it weren't for his help, Ye Zhen would have fallen down the mountain long ago. Not only did he not appreciate him, but also blackmailed him in turn. It's really unforgettable.

  Ms. Ming Jing is such a kind person, how could there be such an assistant.

   Ye Zhen was enlightened by Ming Spiegel, and she had long since died down. Qu Feitai probably didn't know that he was different from the profit-seeking people in the entertainment circle. He was a great talent who was purely devoted to music.

   "Forget it, for your face, I don't care about him." Ye Zhen said very grandiosely.

  Qu Feitai smiled: "Thank you."

  Ye Zhen took another look at him, and said that the arrogance on Qu Feitai's body has been smoothed out, is it because of Der Spiegel?

  Sure enough, anyone who touches the mirror will be transformed.

After   Han Ying caught up with her, she panted on the stone lion at the door, "I'm exhausted, I'm finally here."

  At this time, the temple door opened with a squeak, and a strong scent of sandalwood came to the face. A middle-aged monk wearing a brown monk robe led several young monks out.

This middle-aged monk is the enlightened guest monk of Hanshan Temple, Jiu Ming, the junior master of Master Jiu Ming, and the other three young monks, two are the disciples of Jiu Ming Jing Yun and Jing Feng; The little novice monk who started to sweep at the door was called Jingyan, an ordinary disciple in the temple.

  Enlightened eyes first fell on Ming Jing, his brows frowned slightly.

   Jingyan whispered: "Uncle Master, it's her."

   Consciousness snorted coldly, "Now anyone dares to call myself a Buddhism disciple?"

  Jingyun glanced at Ming Jing and smiled and said, "Uncle Master, I am a guest from afar. I am a Buddhist teacher and have a tens of thousands of disciples. Besides, she is famous as a teacher. As long as she is sincere to the Buddha, it is my Buddhist luck."

  Mingjing stepped forward, “I come from Jieyueya in Baitou Mountain, I studied under Wuxin Master, and I have seen Master and several brothers.”

  Enlightened and said coldly: "Since I am a Buddhist disciple, why is this dressed up?"

  Ming Jing’s mouth was filled with a gentle smile: "The heart is not obstructed, the Buddha's nature is at ease."

  Buddhism practice focuses on a word repair, and it is the mind, not the Buddha.

  The monks’ clinging to the precepts is already a hindrance.

  I was stunned for enlightenment, and suddenly furious: "Are you teaching me?"

   "Master thinks so, then think so."

   "You... a yellow-haired girl has taught me a lesson. It's really unbelievable." Jiu Wu pointed to Ming Jing's nose and said.

   Ming Jing looked at him faintly, his eyes were for some reason, black holes, like whirlpools, that could **** human souls in.

  The monk who knows the guest is responsible for all the handovers in the temple, contaminated with worldly dust, and has no time to practice, he is impatient, and his eyes are miserable. This awakening is ashamed of his Dharma name.

  Jingyun stood up and made a round: "Uncle Master, be careful."

  This enlightenment looked quite scared of Jingyun, but when Jingyun's words fell, he looked angry and didn't speak any more.

  Jingyun bowed to Mingjing. The young man had fair skin and delicate eyebrows. He smiled politely, like a spring breeze.

"Sorry, sister, my teacher is in retreat, I don't know when to leave, but your request will be delivered as soon as my teacher leaves. Did you come with the program group today?" Jing Yun's eyes fell on Qu Fei A group of people.

  Han Ying has been confused a long time ago, what kind of brothers and sisters are you? Is Ming Jing a layman?

  Ohno, this is simply a bolt from the blue.

  Why do beautiful women want to escape into the empty door? Isn't it fragrant in this colorful world?

  Qu Feitai has been looking at Mingjing. This is the other side of Mingjing that he has never seen before.

  The hand hanging on his side was tightly clenched into a fist.

  He doesn't like Ming Spiegel like this, he is standing in front of him, but he seems to be a thousand miles away.

  "I am a guest of the three meals a day program group." Ming Jing said.

  Jingzhen and Jingyan were young, shocked in their eyes, and snorted in consciousness, "How can you be worthy of being in my Buddhism?"

   Jingyun smiled: "That's how it is."

  At this time, the director and his party finally arrived, and Xiao Wenwen slumped on the ground with exhaustion, and the image was gone.

  This is definitely the saddest show she has ever participated in, not one of them.

  Everyone was exhausted and panting, Zhao Xinrong waved his hands: “It’s no good for my waist. It’s good to be young. Look at Mingjing Xiaoqu and Xiaoying. The thief is running fast. We can’t hold this old bone.”

  Xiao Wenwen's face became stiff, and she felt that she had received the connotation.

  Enlightenment arranged Jing Fengjingzhen to lead a group of people to visit the temple first, but he was called away by his disciples.

  A female staff member pointed to Jing Yun and said, “This master is too handsome, too, I really want to turn back, and look so good and gentle...”

  Someone asked Jingfeng, "Little Master, what is the name of that Master? How old is this year?"

  Jingfeng coughed and said: "He is our big brother, Jingyun, 18 years old this year."

   "I'm only eighteen years old? God can't stand the birds anymore, is too aggressive?"

"He is not the same handsome as Qufeitai. Qufeitai is a high-cold iceberg. It can only be seen from a distance. This master is a Zhilan Yushu, gentle and elegant, and wearing a monk robe is even more ascetic and sexy. It is tolerable. Can't help but want to take off his monk robe..."

   "I have the same idea."

  "Little Master, you are also very good. You must be a handsome guy when you grow up. Why do handsome guys have to become a monk? Isn't it fragrant?"

  Jingfeng blushed when someone praised him for being handsome: "Donor, please respect yourself."

   "He blushed, haha ​​little master is really cute."

   "Which of you can hook Master Jingyun? It is definitely a merit, and the Buddha will not blame you."

   "You lack virtue, you are a monk, and the four are empty...Are you tempting others to violate the precepts?"

   "The handsome guy is a shared resource for all mankind. How can he escape into the empty door? What a great loss to mankind..."

  A group of women are laughing and laughing, full of handsome men, and they have no respect for Buddhism.

   Jing Yun listened from a distance, and shook his head.

His gaze fell subconsciously on the Ming Jing in the crowd. She followed the program group to visit the temple, walked and stopped, calmly and leisurely. Compared with those who were slapstick, tired and bored, she had a great deal of everything in the temple. Everything maintains a touch of respect and piety.

  At this time, Jing Yan walked to him, "Brother, Master is out."

  Jingyun said in surprise: "Isn’t it two more days?"

   Jing Yan shook his head: "I don't know, Master said that a guest will come to the door, let you take her to see Master."

  Jingyun's eyes fell on the white in the crowd, looking up at the albizia tree in the courtyard.

  The old tree is covered with red silk for blessings, blowing in the wind.

  The girl is dressed in white, standing under the tree, her clothes fluttering, she has a strong character.

  (End of this chapter)