Shadowy rumors and records also appeared in my mind.

In the huge Sidan Temple, the main halls that run through it have their doors and windows closed, and no sutras are chanted. There are no people in the Buddhist hall, and all the sounds are silent, just like an empty city. Logically speaking, it is the time to rest now. In the temple

Surprisingly, they didn't even meet a single monk nearby. The three of them walked through it, as if they were in a magnificent and huge ruins, or to be more precise, they were lying in a pair of exquisite yellow intestines.

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"Little master, little master, can you lend me a moment to speak..."

Something is wrong. There are neither pilgrims nor monks in such a big temple. The door is still closed in broad daylight. Is there something fishy inside?!

Jiang Wen felt something was wrong the further he walked, and he quickly stopped the young monk who was leading the way. He stopped at the end of a corridor and refused to go forward, "Why can't you see anyone in the temple? Did something happen?"

Pinzhao looked around and finally hit his head as if he suddenly realized something.

"Donor, you are asking this. It's my fault that the monk didn't explain it clearly..."

Then Pinzhao spoke with a slightly stiff accent, slowly moved his steps, and stubbornly led them forward while explaining the whole story.

As the family temple of the Mu family in Dali, Xitan Temple must fast and pray for the Mu family in addition to the ordinary ten days of fasting, which is naturally also a spiritual practice internally.

The so-called fasting is to rectify the body and mind and prevent distractions. Therefore, during the fasting period, Buddhist disciples must restrain their bodies, speak, and mind the "three karma" internally, and control the "three poisons" of greed, anger, and ignorance internally.

To the true "fasting".

As for the outward form of the precepts, one of them is not to eat food out of season, such as not eating food after noon.

This time, the abbot Hongbian's requirements were very strict. Everyone in the temple would meditate in the monk's dormitory after eating every day. Because the monks' duty control was extremely strict, no one in the temple would go out without permission after meal time.

action.

Jiang Wen listened with suspicion, and secretly looked through the window paper of a Zen room. Sure enough, he saw an old monk in a hazy state, with his feet crossed, his eyes slightly lowered, in trance, and his ears closed to the outside world.

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He looked to the side again, and sure enough he saw many ordinary monks meditating in the room. They rarely moved around in the room, but they were surprisingly self-disciplined.

"Little Master, why don't you go meditate?"

Jiang Wen asked curiously.

Regarding this, Pinzhao said with some embarrassment: "I feel ashamed to say that the young monk has been a monk for less than half a month. His legs are numb after sitting for a long time and he is naturally restless, so he was sent out to do work by his branch..."

After such an explanation and verification with what he saw before him, Jiang Wencai gradually believed the young monk's statement and temporarily put out of his mind those temple legends that forced people to shave their heads and sit in a vat.

"Two benefactors, Abbot Hongbian's room is in front, and the young monk was sent here."

A Zen room that was no different from ordinary people appeared in front of them. After Pinzhao opened the door, he clasped his hands and left, leaving only Jiang Wen and Luo Shuang'er lingering at the door of the Zen room, neither entering nor retreating for a while.

"The two donors, I don't know where they came from?"

The old voice sounded long and low, but it faintly reached the ears of the two people through the door. It was clearly not chanting the holy name, but it seemed to make people hear Sanskrit singing from the intonation. Just by this voice, Jiang Wen could hear

It outlines an eminent monk with a solemn Dharma appearance sitting cross-legged in the room, smiling and chatting with the two of them.

Before Jiang Wen even stepped through the door, he used his skills and spoke loudly.

"Abbot Hongbian, I'm..."

Just as Jiang Wen was about to reveal his name and origin, intending to scare the other party away, a slow and melodious reply suddenly came from the room.

"No need to say."

Master Hongbian interrupted Jiang Wen's words and said to Jiang Wen in a tortuous and euphemistic manner, "The causes and consequences in the world are so different, as big as the universe, as small as a tiny speck of dust. How can I hear this? Today is just

I want to know where you donors come from..."

Jiang Wen was caught off guard by this answer. He felt that the words were quite mysterious, so he replied loudly: "I see, Abbot Hongbian, we brothers and sisters came from Chong'an County, Fujian Province to Jizu Mountain to worship Buddha. We were separated from our servants by bandits on the way.

, so I came here to stay for a few days..."

After pondering for a moment, there was no sound in the meditation room. Jiang Wen noticed that the other party really seemed to have no other problems, but he couldn't just turn around and leave when he came here, so he planned to go in and say goodbye in person, and then hurried back to study what was going on.

Jiang Wen stepped into the simple Zen room and saw an old monk with a strange appearance meditating. His eyebrows were gray, but his eyes were looking at him very clearly, as if a mountain spring was flowing in it, full of wisdom and understanding.

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Looking at it this way, Abbot Hongbian's appearance was indeed different from what he had imagined in his mind. Even if he didn't stand up to greet him, it wouldn't make people feel rude. He was indeed an eminent monk who practiced spiritual practice.

It's just that this complexion is quite different from what Jiang Wen imagined... Why does the old monk look so bad?

"Two benefactors, I am sorry that I am still fasting and practicing, so I cannot welcome you from far away today. I will definitely invite distinguished guests to visit you someday."

Abbot Hongbian seemed to cherish his words as much as gold. After he said this, Jiang Wen felt a little more relieved. It was indeed a bit reluctant to practice fasting. It seemed that he could understand that his face was so bad due to asceticism.

"Then we won't disturb the abbot's practice and say goodbye."

Jiang Wen felt that the greetings were over, so he left Master Hongbian's meditation room with doubts.

The two of them ended the meeting in an anticlimax and returned to the guest house by the bamboo forest. Everything in the temple seemed to slow down calmly until Keru came to Shenshi without knowing it.

Afternoon food for the two of them was delivered to the house.

With expectations for the food at Mingsha, Jiang Wen welcomed him in politely and watched the kitchen monk take out food from the food box.

At this time, his share of dinner was placed on the wooden tray. Jiang Wen looked at the two handfuls of pitifully small wild vegetable balls and a bowl of rice soup that was so thin that he could look in the mirror, and then looked at the person who came to deliver the meal.

The hungry monk in the kitchen suddenly became silent.

After the kitchen monk had left for a long time, Jiang Wen finally recovered from the shock and suddenly guessed that the old monk, the abbot, was just too hungry to speak or stand up before, right?

Standing up and facing the empty guest house with flying bamboo leaves, Jiang Wen only had one thought left in his mind -
Chapter completed!