The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 151 King Kong (one more)

  At the beginning of August, the Albizia Julibrissin trees bloomed, and the light pink inflorescences fluttered in the wind. They were innocent, charming, and decent.

Everyone was busy taking photos, and Jing Feng introduced the origin of this ancient tree: "This Albizia tree has a history of more than 300 years, and it is valued by Master Yanwen himself. The Albizia is invincible, and the implied meaning is good and happy in the family; There is no albizia flower, and the acacia tree is empty. It also symbolizes eternal love and a happy husband and wife. If you have a wish or want a marriage, you can write it on the blessing belt and tie it to the trunk. Pray for kindness, sincerely pray, and eventually seek benevolence and benevolence."

Jingzhen took a stack of prayer belts and distributed them to everyone. Standing in front of this ancient tree, smelling the curling sandalwood, not far away, the sound of wooden fish, bathed in the morning bell and the evening drum, the impetuous heart in the world seemed to be one. Quiet instantly.

  Qu Feitai glanced at Mingjing, and tightly grasped the red silk in his hand.

   "Senior Sister." Jing Zhen raised her head and looked at Ming Jing, and brought the blessing to her hand.

  Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "I don't need it."

  There is nothing to worry about, nothing more.

  Jingzhen followed her gaze. Those people frowned and thought deeply, or were full of expectations, praying for the good luck of the prince, and praying for the well-being of their parents.

  The world is huge, with all sentient beings, with a thousand faces, and a hundred people with different natures.

  Jing Zhen nodded: "I see, Senior Sister."

  Ye Zhen happily wrote down on the prayer tape. When she looked up, she saw Ming Jing standing there calmly and curiously asked: "Don't you have nothing to ask for?"

  How can people live without desire?

"Why don't you ask for a wishful man? It's great to have a double for life." Ye Zhen said, subconsciously glanced at Qu Feitai standing not far away, Qu Feitai looked at the ribbon in his hand, and then looked at it. Der Spiegel, the meaning is very clear.

  This silly boy, who likes to be in Spiegel, is destined to be hurt by love.

  "One double for life?" Ming Jing murmured, and then smiled lightly, her smile faintly.

  At this moment, Jing Yun came to face him. As soon as he approached, the girls muttered and the crowd began to commotion.

   "Qufeitai is already high enough, he is as tall as Qufeitai, and he wears monk robes that tastes great..."

   "He went to look for Ming Spiegel? Sure enough, even the monk looks at his face?"

  ...

   Ye Zhen was speechless while listening to those idiots in her ears.

  Although this monk is really handsome, there is a sense of nobility in the key, like a prince.

   "Sister Mingjing, Master would like to please." Jingyun said with a smile.

  When he laughed, those eyes were more narrow and long, and the tails of the eyes were slightly hooked. They were amorous peach eyes, but they were clear and compassionate, and they always smiled first when they saw people.

  Mingjing nodded and left with him.

  As soon as the two left, the crowd exploded.

  "Isn’t the master of Jingyun Master Jueming? Master Jueming wants to take the initiative to see Mingjing? Why?"

  "Do you know how many dignitaries who come to visit Master Jueming are turned away? What is the charm of this mirror, so that the disciples of Master Jueming come in personally?"

   "This Der Spiegel does not have any background, right? It's over, we have nothing to offend her, right?"

  Xiao Wenwen was stunned, frowning, just a group of bald donkeys, why did she hold it so high.

  Qu Feitai subconsciously twisted his eyebrows: "Ding Jing..."

  For some reason, he always felt uneasy when she left.

  Mingjing's footsteps didn't stop, and he followed Jingyun to the Palace of Heavenly Kings, and disappeared.

Bypassing the Hall of Heavenly Kings, you have a wide view. The main hall square is facing you. A hundred meters away, the golden dome of the Daxiong Hall is shining majestic in the sun. On the right side of the square are the Three Holy Temple and Jialan Hall, and the left side is the Western Three Temples. As well as the Patriarch Hall, it can be seen that the Hanshan Temple is huge and incense is flourishing, and it is worthy of being the first ancient temple in the south.

  Arhat Hall one left and one right guards the Daxiong Hall and the Bodhisattva Hall. After the Daxiong Hall, there are the Scripture Hall and the Buddhist Temple. The Tibetan Scripture Hall is just behind the three halls.

  And on the left and right sides of this central axis are the monk’s tea house and the guest house, which are places for monks to rest daily. The abbot’s room is in the northwest corner, next to the warehouse.

  Mingjing heard the sound of chanting from the meditation hall not far away, floating leisurely between heaven and earth.

   "Master, the guest is here." Jing Yun said outside the door.

  Ding Jing saw that the Buddhist room was closed tightly, and there was a deep and deep voice from inside, "Please come in."

  Jingyun opened the door, Mingjing stared at the picture of Master Yanwen's lecture hanging on the opposite side, stretched out his hand to brush the skirt, and walked in calmly.

  Jingyun closed the door and guarded it.

  The so-called abbot’s room has a very simple layout. The real outsiders have no troubles. One porridge, one meal, one sitting and one bedroom, one pot of tea, one game of chess, and one scroll are enough.

  Master Jueming sits on the futon, with a string of primitive Buddhist beads hanging in his hand, and looks at him with a smile.

Ming Jing looked at him quietly. He was in his fifties and was thin, wearing a gray monk robe, his face was like a full moon, the sky was full, the pavilion was round, his brows were sacred and compassionate, and his eyes were full of wisdom. The Dulwich Light.

  His skin is white, his eyes and lips are smiling, which makes him happy to look at.

It is stated in the "Huayan Sutra": May all sentient beings have the angered face, all the dharma face, the unobstructed face, the good face, the clean face, the bliss face, the Tathagata perfect face, all the face , There are boundless beautiful faces.

  Tathagata noodles are cultivated, and the three karma is clean.

  Ding Jing put his hands together: "The disciple Ming Jing has seen the master."

   "You are here." Jue Ming nodded and smiled, as if waiting for her all the time.

  He pointed to the opposite side, "Sit down."

  Ding Jing knelt and sat down on the futon opposite, "I came to see the master today for..."

   "Let's play chess with me first." Jue Ming said.

  Dingjing nodded.

  The chess game is a remnant game. The mirror is in the position where the white piece is held, and the opponent holds the black piece.

  Looking at the chess path should be the work of Master Jue Ming alone, and the chess skill is already so superb.

  Mingjing calmed his mind and took the lead in picking up the sunspot.

   Jueming glanced at her: "Leave the black first."

  Mingjing smiled slightly: "Let the master laugh."

  The sun shot in from the window and spilled on the chessboard. After half an hour passed, Ming Jing frowned, while the opposite Master Jue Ming calmed down and smiled faintly.

  Ming Jing shook his head and smiled: "Master, I lost."

  "There is still a strength to fight, but I abandon the commander in order to protect the pawn. God has the virtue of a good life. The practice depends on the path of chess. Although there is a big benevolence, it is embarrassing to bear his responsibility."

   Jue Ming shook his head.

  Mingjing smiled and said: "The world is made up of all people. If there is no one, how can you be a general?"

"The most powerful weapon in the world is the heart of compassion. Although you are young, you are already able to break the predestined relationship of all beings. Fortune and happiness are interdependent, and all laws are only knowledge. Sharpen your mind, but you don't know that a difference in thought is enough to become a devil."

  Master Jue Ming’s eyes are full of wisdom Buddha light, seeing through all sentient beings.

   "Today you are you, and yesterday you are also you, then what about you in the previous life?"

  Ming Jing was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Master Jue Ming.

  "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirrored table. Wiping diligently at all times, don't make dust. Your master has already told you the answer. My Buddha is compassionate, and the road to practice is long and long."

  Master Jue Ming put his hands together, "Amitabha."

  Mingjing murmured: "I am the real me in my past life or me in this life..."

   Jueming smiled slightly: “It’s rare for the human body to have obtained it today, and the Dharma is hard to smell, and it’s already heard.

  "This body does not live in this life, but where to live this body..., the cause of this life, the fruit of the next life..." Ming Jingxiu frowned, as if she was caught in a struggling dream.

  Jeming looked at her quietly, and sighed after a long time.

  Ming Jing suddenly woke up, bowed her head and folded her hands together: "Master has been taught, and my disciples will definitely cultivate diligence and pass through the world from now on."

  "To cross oneself is to cross oneself, to cross oneself is to cross oneself."

  Mingjing's expression solemnly said: "Master, there is someone who needs to cross right now. My Buddha is merciful, can I lend my disciple the Vajra bell."

   Jueming smiled slightly: "How did you know that the King Kong Bell was in my temple?"

"In the Tang Dynasty, the whole country worshipped the Buddha, and the Tang Mi mandala was used to provide Buddha bone relics and countless ritual instruments. Princess Wencheng brought a lot of Buddhist scriptures and magic weapons when she married the king of Tibet. Ling, later inherited as a secret patriarchal instrument of Tibetan Buddhism, has been unfailing for thousands of years. Three hundred years ago, Tibetan Master Yanwen ran away because of a discord with his brother, who took away the King Kong Ling and passed by here and then. Hanshan Temple is just a small temple. Yanwen stayed here, lectured on scriptures, talked about Zen and enlightened Taoism, and eventually made Hanshan Temple the number one ancient temple in the south."

  Mingjing said, and Jue Ming glanced at her: "Which school and school do you master, come from?"

  There is a secret in this, it is difficult for ordinary people to know.

   "No name, no faction, mountains and plains are commonplace."

Jue Ming said: "The Vajra bell is the magical instrument of my temple. It cannot be given to people easily. You and she are both destined to my Buddha. If this is the case, if you can pass my test, you can borrow it. you."

   "Thank you, Master."

Seeing that the sun is in the middle of the sky, Ming Jing has not yet returned, everyone went to the Zhaitang and prepared to taste the vegetarian food in this temple. This vegetarian vegetarian restaurant in Hanshan Temple is also a must. Many people have traveled thousands of miles just to taste this vegetarian food. fast.

  Qufeitai found Jingfeng and asked, "Little Master, can you take me to Mingjing?"

  Jingfeng shook his head: "Sorry for the donor."

  Qu Feitai frowned, and turned his head to see that Ye Zhen was gone.

  Ye Zhen felt uncomfortable ever since she came to this temple. She subconsciously touched the Buddhist beads on her wrist, looked all the way, and finally saw Jingyun.

  She walked over and said, "Master Jingyun, is Mingjing inside?"

  At this moment, the door of the room opened, and a kind-looking old man walked out from inside.

   Ye Zhen immediately saluted: "Hello, Master."

  The master stood on the stairs and glanced at her from a distance: "The donor is dead, but when he meets the noble, he will continue to live."

   Ye Zhen's heart was greatly shaken, he is indeed a high monk, as he said.

   Ye Zhen respectfully said, "Master, please tell me."

  "Go for good, there is cause and effect." After the words fell, he took a step away, leaving Ye Zhen with a fairy-like figure.

  Ye Zhen murmured these eight words and regarded it as a guideline.

  Ye Zhen glanced into the Buddhist room. From her angle, she could only see a thin back, with a straight back, as if she was writing something, holding a brush in her hand, and she kept writing.

  Jing Yun walked up and closed the door of the Buddhist room, completely isolating Ming Jing.

  Ye Zhen sat down on the stand under the porch, remembering the words of Master Jue Ming all the time.

  Her noble person refers to Mingjing. As for going for good, let her do more good deeds...

  Qufeitai walked westward along the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. When passing by the entrance of the Jingtang, a kind-eyed old man came to face him. The passing monks saluted respectfully, some shouting for the master and some for the uncle.

  Qu Feitai instantly understood that this should be the famous Master Jue Ming.

   Jueming saw him, first he was startled, and his brows frowned slightly.

When disciples saw the Master look like this, they couldn’t help but follow his gaze, and saw a tall and handsome young man standing in the sunlight not far away, looking at his appearance, he was born well, but the monks, the five aggregates They are all empty, the skins are all illusory, and I don't feel much about it.

   Jueming said lightly: "Go."

  The disciples dispersed after hearing this.

   Jueming walked to Qufeitai, Qufeitai nodded and wiped away.

   "Why do the donors feel fear when they see me?"

  Qu Feitai paused, "Master said and laughed, I am anxious to find someone."

   "Bodhi does not have a tree, and Mingjing is not a platform. The master who changed your fate for you in the first place has now passed away, right?"

  Any law that goes against the heavens and changes fate is against the law of heaven.

  Qufeitai clenched his fists, didn't look back, and said coldly: "What does the master mean?"

   "It is not easy to change your fate against the sky. You should cherish this opportunity and let go of your obsessions in order to be at ease. Otherwise, your heart will die and you will die."

   "Heh..." The boy sneered.

   "What is going against the heavens and changing fate will never be restored. I only know that you must strive for the people and things you want."

  The words fell straight and left.

Jueming stood on the spot, looking at the young man's back from a distance, and shook his head.

  "Causality turns, evil fate ah evil fate..."

  —

  The temple visit is over, everyone has to go home, but the director is sad.

  Mingjing has not returned since leaving in the morning, and Qufeitai disappeared during lunch.

  He couldn't help but scolded the two photographers who were following the photographer, and the two were also very wronged. The two guests did not follow their routines at all. They were not here to record variety shows, but to travel, and they left if they wanted to.

  Ming Spiegel’s assistant came over and told the director that Ming Spiegel had already left before something happened.

  The director yelled at him, this newcomer was too arrogant, he just left, cut first and then played.

  At this time, Qufeitai’s assistant also came to inform him that Qufeitai had to catch a plane and had already left.

  Director: …There is a mmp, I don’t know if I should say it or not.

  After going down the mountain, the recording of the trip was over for the two of them and it was time to leave, but so suddenly, let everyone not even make a difference, is it a bit too much?

  Han Ying sighed: "I haven't said goodbye to Ming Spiegel. I added her WeChat account. She hasn't passed it yet. I don't know if there will be a chance to see her in the future."

  On the way down the mountain, Han Ying was a little depressed.

  Zhao Xinrong was surprised: "You also added her WeChat? Why did I forget it? I miscalculated."

  Zou Jingyu looked at the sunset on the horizon, smiled and said; "I will see you if you are destined."

  Xiao Wenwen rolled her eyes secretly, and this annoying white lotus finally left. Without her, even the air was much smoother.

  From the setting sun to the middle of the moon, the meditation room emits dim lights, and a slender silhouette is reflected on the windows, with his head hanging slightly and his back straight.

   "Squeak" the door of the Zen room opened from the outside, and there was a plate on the net, with porridge and dishes on top.

  He looked up, the girl was holding a brush in her hand and writing on the rice paper, the small letters of hairpins in one hand were pretty pretty.

  Jingyun looked at the thick stack of scriptures on the desk in surprise, she never looked at it from beginning to end.

The Huayan Sutra in this monastery was translated by the Empress Tang Wu. There are 80 volumes, 45,000 verses, 32 characters in one verse, totaling 1.44 million words. Master asked her to copy the entire volume of Huayan Sutra by hand. This was a very difficult task, and it could even be said that she had to retreat.

  However, ten hours later, she never yelled bitterly and worked tirelessly. What a great patience and willpower is this.

  And it’s not so much copying as dictation.

  Jingyun's heart was greatly shocked.

  Under the light and shadow, the girl stretched her eyebrows, her thick and slender eyelashes were scattered under her eyelids, her skin was as pure as snow lotus in an iceberg, her eyes calm and firm, no matter what the suffering in front of her, she could not crush her will.

  The hem of the skirt spreads out, and the silver lotus seems to be contaminated with the Buddha's nature. It is clean and flawless.

  "Boom" the evening drum in the temple rang, breaking the silence here, but the girl never looked up.

  (End of this chapter)