The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

  Chapter 152 Lone Boat (two more)

   "It's late, eat some fast food, go to rest, the guest room is ready for you."

  Jingyun put the dinner plate on the table and said softly.

  Ming Jing finished writing the last word of this verse, and only then did he close the pen, put the brush aside, straightened his sleeves, and looked up at Jingyun.

   "Thank you brother."

  The girl’s eyes are dark and bright, calm and restrained.

  Mingjing put away the written Buddhist scriptures and handed them to Jingyun: "Please take care of it, brother."

  Jing Yun put away, smiled and said: "Okay."

  Ming Jing picked up the dinner plate and walked out of the Buddhist room. Jing Yun pointed to the east side: "The guest room is here. Come with me."

  At this time, the monks of the whole temple gathered in the Daxiong Hall for evening classes, and from a distance, they could hear the sound of chanting with the night breeze.

  The two walked on an unmanned corridor. On both sides of the road, tall blue shirts grew, and the mottled light and shadow were scattered under the betting of the street lamps.

  The wind passed over the treetops and the clothes were rubbing in the silence, Jingyun asked, "Have you memorized the entire Huayan Sutra?"

  This is really scary.

  Mingjing smiled and said: "The years are quiet in the mountains, and only the scriptures can be accompanied."

  Jingyun glanced at her, "You grew up in Buddhism?"

  "On the day I was born, I was abandoned by my parents in front of the mountain gate. Fortunately, my master adopted it and was a fortune."

I see.

   "If you enter Buddhism, you will be cut off from the dust, and you can open it as much as you want."

  At the guest house, Ye Zhen heard the footsteps and rushed out. She saw Ming Jing and said in surprise, "Ming Jing, you are finally back."

  Mingjing nodded, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the young man standing under the eaves of the corridor.

   couldn't help but startled: "Did he not leave?"

   Ye Zhen muttered: "Who knows, I have to stay."

  Jingyun said, “This donor is your friend. He asked to stay, so he arranged a room for him.”

  "Brother trouble me."

   Jingyun smiled and shook his head: "You have a good rest."

  After speaking, he turned and left, closing the door of the guest house.

The Hanshan Temple is full of incense, and the believers do not know where they are. Over the years, it has expanded in scale. There are more than a dozen east and west wing rooms in the guest house for the lay believers from afar to live. These days, because the program team came here to shoot, the consciousness sent the guests away in advance. Therefore, there are only four of them, Mingjing Qufeitai and Ye Zhentianlong in the entire guest house at this moment.

  It was silent all around, except for the endless chattering of crickets in the grass, which added a touch of elegance to this night.

  Ming Jing glanced at him, and said lightly: "Get some rest early."

  The words fell into the west wing, only the one with the door open.

   Ye Zhen sighed, and hurriedly chased in.

  Qufeitai stood in the dark, watching the lights in the wing come on and off again.

  The night is as cool as water, and the dew is deeper.

  Tian Takashi came out: "Xiao Fei, Brother Huang's call."

  Qufeitai retracted his gaze and picked up the phone.

   "Why don't you come back and stay in the monk's temple? Don't tell me that you have seen through Hongchen and want to become a monk. Believe it or not, I immediately hanged on the beam of the house. You won't let me worry about it for a moment."

   "Anything?" Qu Feitai asked in a cold voice.

  Huang Chao was stunned, "Xiao Fei, don't scare me, I was joking with you, come back soon, the temple is suffering, and there is no signal. Why are you suffering?"

  "If it's okay, hang up." The words didn't give Huang Chao a chance to speak, so he hung up the phone, threw the phone to Tian Long, took off his jacket and lay down.

   "Xiao Fei? Are you okay?" Tian Long asked cautiously.

  I don’t know why, since he came back at noon, Xiao Fei's mood was a little wrong, and he was flustered.

   "It's okay, you go to bed."

  "Squeak" the door closed.

  A ray of moonlight penetrated the window and spilled down the foot of the bed.

  Qu Feitai closed her eyes, the sky was full of blood, the woman looked at him and smiled, there was a big blood hole on her chest.

  He lowered his head, holding a gun in his hand.

  He threw the gun hurriedly and screamed desperately.

  The lingering nightmare of his life.

   "Master, how is my brother?"

   "Yang dry Jiamu sees Yin dry Yimu, the hit is better than the robbery, the body is weak and the will be strong, this is a great omen."

   "I ask the master to save my brother, no matter how much you pay..."

   "To change your fate against the sky is detrimental to your yin and virtue, that's all, you and I are kind, and the old and the old are alone, and have nothing to rely on, so I will repay you for this kindness."

   "Qulanzhou, Zhou, Jianghai Lone Boat, Long Ying Li, this name is cut off from your numerology Xing Ke, so change your name first."

  "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Delusional thoughts give rise to illusions. The body is dusted by the mind. The dust is delusional thoughts. Enlightenment is self-nature, complete and pure. Its nature is empty, dependent, originating, and extinct. It is very comfortable."

  "Half-life mastery, blessing to great prosperity, all requests and wishes, only..."

   "Only what? Master, please say."

  "The only obsession gives birth to demons. This is evil fate. All causal reincarnation cannot be resolved. Serve the lotus with your body and become a Buddha through it..."

  The boundless night is like the huge mouth of a beast, which seems to be able to swallow everything.

   "The heart is dead and the body is dead, and the catastrophe is over..."

  The young man suddenly opened his eyes and breathed in the dark.

  Silver moonlight fell on his hand holding the quilt, his finger bones were slender, and the back of his hand burst into blue veins.

  The teenager is like a drowning person, breathing desperately.

   Obsessive obsession...Why should everyone remind him.

  What is the obsession, what is the heart and soul, what is the end of the world.

  Born to be human, chasing an unattainable love, even if you are broken into pieces, you are worthy of this life.

  He stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the silvery white, cool night wind blowing across his fingertips, like her jade-like skin.

   "Ding Spiegel..." he murmured.

  The unreachable person, a dream of a yellow beam.

  ——

  In the Zen room, slender fingertips brushed the ink on the rice paper, as if stroking a peerless treasure.

  "Brother, is this the Huayan Sutra copied by Sister Mingjing?" Jing Feng glanced at him, surprised.

  This hand-painted hairpin in lower case is really beautiful. Compared with the neat and rigorous engraved on the scriptures, the words are graceful and flexible between the lines, and the lingering place is elegant and unrestrained, and the character is extraordinary, and the customs are forgotten.

   "Yeah." Jing Yun sipped a faint smile on her lips, and her slightly hooked peach blossom eyes were narrow and gentle.

  "Senior Sister Mingjing is so amazing. In one day, she actually copied more than two hundred pages. If my hands are gone, why do you think Master would embarrass her on purpose? Sister Mingjing is so gentle and beautiful..."

   Jing Yun glanced at him faintly, and Jing Feng immediately spit out his tongue playfully, and immediately said silently: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

   Looked up and secretly looked at the young man sitting under the lamp. His face was like a crown jade, his body was like a bamboo, his brows drooping slightly, and a little cinnabar was looming at the tip of his brows, and there was a touch of nobility in his compassion.

Senior Brother    is Master’s most proud disciple. He is a young disciple who has advanced cultivation skills at a young age. He is a leader among the younger generation of disciples.

  Jing Yun put away the scriptures, and said lightly: "It's late at night."

  ——

  Mingjing was in the temple for three days, and when the bell rang in the morning, she got up and copied the scriptures every day, never letting go.

There are many disciples in the temple. Although they are Buddhist disciples, there is no lack of gossip. Among the disciples, it has long been spread that there is a young bhikkhuni living in the guest house of the temple. Almost a third has been written.

There was a lot of rumors among the monks, that those who committed tribulations were punished to copy the Hua Yan Sutra. This is simply a brutal criminal law. They would rather be punished and whipped than sit down and copy honestly, because it's just like It is an impossible task.

  And this young bhikkhuni, she has such a tough mind, which is beyond the reach of others.

  During the evening class every day, she would pass through the tunnel covered with green shirts, step on the albizia flowers that hadn't been cleaned up in the golden light of the sunset, and come to the Arhat Hall next to the Daxiong Hall, sitting on the ground, listening to the scriptures and meditation.

   Then at the end, leave one step earlier, the disciples will always only see her back, the white skirt is drifting away in the night, and the silver lotus is in full bloom in the quiet night, clean and dust-free.

  On the fourth day, Qu Feitai left Hanshan Temple.

  He saw Ming Jing. At that time, Ming Jing was sitting at the desk, copying the scriptures sincerely, and his brows were peaceful.

"I'm leaving."

  The girl behind the desk has not raised her head, her long arms are hanging, and the pen tip falls on the paper, and the pen is a dragon and snake at the place where she connects, elegant and elegant.

"Bon Voyage."

  Qu Feitai looked at her quietly, his fists clenched and released.

  A ray of sunlight penetrates the door and spills down in front of the door, and every trace of the quaint and old floor tiles reflected by the sunlight is clearly visible.

  Like a galaxy, between you and me.

  (End of this chapter)