Drunken Exquisiteness

The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the night in the mountains is long.

Light tea, with a bitter fragrance, the quiet room is ethereal.

A rough wood tea cup in the hands of Master Jingjie has been used for many years, and the texture on it is smooth and clear. The original rough wood thorns are worn away, and the fragrance and bitterness of the tea are immersed in it, and the aftertaste is long.

What is the taste of heart and tea?

The woman on the opposite side, in white clothes without makeup, always had an unspeakable smile on her lips when she was drinking tea. For many years, this heart-to-heart tea has puzzled drinkers, and they often retreat after a try and do not ask for another drink. But there are only two people who must drink this tea whenever they come here. Now one is living in the temple, while the other, Master Jingjie, has his white eyebrows quietly hanging, listening to the waves of pine waves in the mountains, I am afraid it is about to come.

The man drank this tea for the first time a few years ago, and his beautiful eyes became glorious blades in the entanglement of water vapor, which seemed to be extremely enjoyable. The second time, I poured water and cloth tea, introduced the scriptures and talked about the Tao, and argued with him for half a day of Zen, domineering and unwilling. The third time was also such a moonlit night. The sky and the valley were very windy. The man sat alone in this quiet room all night, just tasting tea, and rarely said a word.

For many years thereafter, I will inevitably come to the Buddhist temple every new moon, drink that heart tea a thousand times, and still never get tired of it, and refute the Buddhist scriptures and ways for thousands of times to be arrogant. Now he has not seen him for a long time.

However, tea is still tea, with its taste and taste.

"The abbot's tea is going to be cold." A clear water-like voice faintly sounded, Jingjie the abbot opened his eyes and smiled peacefully.

"Lao Na just remembered a Zen saying, I wonder if the princess wants to hear it?"

"Abbot please say."

"There is a reason for this, another for this life, another for this life, no reason for this, no reason for this, and another for this death."

Qing Chen's quiet eyes lifted slightly when Master Jing Jie's voice fell, and a moment later said: "The abbot said well, once this has been born, the other must be born. This is the principle of reincarnation of cause and effect."

Master Jingjie said: "He regenerates this, this regenerates the other, endlessly, dare to ask the princess, when is the end, when is it?"

Qing Chen said: "Yes, so if you never die, you will die."

Master Jingjie declared the Buddha's name in a low voice, saying: "The things in the world, even if the same cause is the same, but they are different from person to person, and they are different from heart to heart. Why should the princess of wisdom and wisdom have to die?"

Qing Chen was silent, and then said: "Various common customs have disturbed Buddhism Jingdi, please forgive me, the abbot."

Master Jingjie smiled slightly: "Buddhism is the place where all sentient beings are universally saved. The suffering of all living beings is the suffering of Buddhists. How can it be disturbed."

Qing Chen said: "How does the abbot know that he can be saved?"

Master Jingjie said: "Buddha is a destined person."

Qing Chen tightly tightened her eyebrows, and there was a figure in her eyes-in front of the Buddha in the mountain temple, on the leaping horse bridge, the **** of the Buddha country, her heart was suffering, she wanted to go in for a while.

Master Jingjie didn't disturb her and started pouring tea.

After a while, Ming insisted on begging to see him, and told that he had reached the foot of the mountain, Qing Chen said quietly: "Go ahead."

Master Jingjie's deep and wise eyes did not fluctuate due to the words, a ray of tea scented, accompanied by blue lights and tranquility.

Suddenly Qing Chen smiled slowly: "Abbot, it's me who took the picture."

The Master of the Ring of Respect combined the ten sayings: "Amitabha!"

Qing Chen said, "Master Lao is required for everything."

At the full moon, Zhuang Sanliu stepped into the gate of Dufo Temple, the dark silver clothes reflected a faint light under the moonlight, the stone steps were jade-colored, and the water was clear.

Several black shadows appeared around the Buddhist hall of Dufo Temple one after another. One of them rushed to Zhuang Sanliu and knelt down and said, "Master, people are really in the temple."

All of Zhuang Sanliu's expressions were hidden under the mask, only the moonlight reflected in her eyes, golden light surging.

He looked back in the direction of Tiandu, and he could imagine that there was already a **** storm in Miyagi. King Xi and King Ji had indeed launched a mutiny as he expected, and they willingly attracted King Ling's attention for him. There is no suspense for him in this battle. The person he wants is the key to all plans.

In the empty Buddhist temple, a curly figure of a woman stands under the moon, bright red veil is slender and slender, the moon is Hua Xiang water skirt, the jade hairpin is slanted across the black temple, and the green silk is tactful.

The incense case is horizontal, the Guizi falls lightly, and the three sticks are fragrant, curling up to the blue sky.

Hearing footsteps, Qing Chen looked back. The face under the moon was dim and light, but Zhuang Sanliu's heart flashed like thunder and lightning, and his eyes were gloomy and confused, and he muttered a name.

Qing Chen said: "Who are you?" The figure flashed before Zhuang Sanliu, "As long as the princess goes with me, you will know who I am."

Qing Chen shouted: "Even though I know I am Princess Ling, I dare to be so presumptuous, come here!"

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, Zhuang Sanliu raised his hand and hit her accurately on the back of the neck, not strong enough, but suddenly people fell into a coma.

With a soft body falling into his arms, Zhuang Sanliu leaned over to look at the person in his arms. The moonlight was behind him, and the shadow was gloomy. His voice was like a midnight whisper, full of magnetic enchantment: "Feng Qingchen, I I've said that you will be my person."

Zhuang Sanliu stepped out of the Buddhist courtyard with Qing Chen in his arms, and walked out unscrupulously along the Baishi Guangtai in front of the Great Buddha Hall.

At this moment, the lights in the Great Buddha Hall suddenly blazed, and the nearby halls lit up one by one, and the lights went down to illuminate the Buddha Road Mountain Gate. Hundreds of gold and bronze Luohan statues around Guangtai appeared in the light of the fire. The figure seems to have formed a copper wall and iron wall, reflecting the solemn golden image in the Buddha hall.

At the beginning of the change, a group of people in black quickly gathered around Zhuang Sanliu and formed a circle.

It is murderous, the murderous aura surging from the majestic Buddha. In the light of the swift footsteps, a neat group of profound armored soldiers, like unfolded wings, immediately surrounded the Guangtai. Xie Jing and the others, who had been lurking in the dark and preparing to do it, stopped their actions and watched the changes.

However, the murderous aura did not come from either of them. Zhuang Sanliu stood in the center of the square, concentrated on the peak, his eyes suddenly flashed, and his waist bounced like a soft sword and viper.

At this time, a little white light in the air was approaching, like snow, suddenly dissipating into the sky. The strong wind was fierce, the guns and swords greeted each other, and there was a harsh clash. In the shadow of the gun, a young man appeared and fell in the square. The gun was swept sideways. Several people in black fell back. The gun was sharp and aimed again. Zhuang Sanliu.

With the light of the light and moonlight, Zhuang Sanliu saw the man's face clearly, and was shocked suddenly, blurting out: "Ye Tian Che!"

The man had sharp eyes and a sneer at the corners of his lips: "It's surprising, isn't it? Put down the person in your hands!"

The color of the enchantment in Zhuang Sanliu's eyes is like a whirlpool, and the depths are turning: "Are you still alive?"

The man raised his sword eyebrows: "Each one!"

As soon as the voice fell, the silver spear shot, approaching, Zhuang Sanliu's soft sword screamed, and he practiced the cracking air with one hand, and faced it with one hand!

The sword aura was in the air, the shadow of the gun captured the moon, and no one could approach it for a while.

Zhuang Sanliu embraced one person and confronted the enemy with one hand. At first he was able to deal with it easily, but gradually he fell under the opponent's guns like a prairie fire.

The strength of his sword increased sharply, and he forced the opponent a few steps away. He was about to take advantage of the situation to put the person down. Suddenly he felt that his waist was tight, and the flying yarn flicked in front of him. The moment the woman in his arms left his arms, a silver whip shot out. After he was in the volume, he turned over and brought him back, suddenly pulling him back under the gunshot.

There was an accident, Zhuang Sanliu was not prepared, his sword was charming, his edge was slanting, and he wanted to regain the disadvantage, a star of cold light had already hit his throat, and his sword was also placed between the woman's neck while the lightning was on fire. .

Flying yarn is like fog, falling into the night, Zhuang Sanliu's eyes are gloomy and floating, locking the opponent in front of him: "You are not Ye Tianche!"

The man obviously didn't intend to deny it, his expression gradually became cold, and he said word by word: "I and Eleven Brother are alike. You are suddenly shocked when you see Eleven Brother, Nine Brother!"

Zhuang Sanliu's body was visibly shocked, and Ye Tianli continued: "Don't you think this mask is getting in the way?"

After he said this, the shock in Zhuang Sanliu's eyes had already turned into an arrogant wildness. Following the arrogant laughter, he waved his hand to remove the mask on his face.

In the depths of the night, under the moon, a flawless face was revealed. Moonlight, sword light, fire light, and even the golden light of the Buddha's temple, all fell into the pair of delicate eyes, darkened, dark to the extreme, and suddenly a dazzling monster appeared. The corners of the thin and charming lips were drawn loosely, and the light seemed to flow along with this thin smile, and the strangeness was full of unstoppable bewitching.

He turned his eyes, a gloomy touch fell on the woman under the sword, Ye Tianli also turned his head, his eyes showed questions.

The woman who looked like Qing Chen stretched out her hand and wiped it on her face. It was Su Niang, and her hand was also a delicate human skin mask.

Zhuang Sanliu's expression suddenly changed. At this moment, he remembered the little attendant in Lingwang's mansion. When he said that Lingwang was at Dufo Temple under his coercion, that person was not panicking because of fear of death. A disguise.

This is just a layout, just as a hunter uses himself to lure a dangerous beast, and has already laid a net around it.

Thinking of this, his heart was furious, and he ignored the sharp spear in his throat, his figure swayed slightly, and the long sword slashed to Su Niang's neck.

Su Niang was forced to let go of the silver whip and roll over. At that moment, Ye Tianli had already pierced Zhuang Sanliu's skin with the silver spear in her hand, but she didn't have any stamina and did not try her best.

Silver light picked at Zhuang Sanliu's collarbone, and the blood was shocked. Although Su Niang avoided Zhuang Sanliu's fatal sword, she was hit by the palm he followed, and she fell to the stage with a mouthful of blood.

Xie Jingfei snatched her up and caught her. With his appearance, the subordinates of Mingyi Building instantly occupied all around Guangtai.

Zhuang Sanliu stood surrounded by layers, stretched out **** carelessly to wipe the blood from the neck, and asked gloomily: "What's the matter, twelfth brother, can't you get a killer?"

Ye Tianli gripped the silver spear tightly and suddenly said, "Do you think I really won't kill you?"

Zhuang Sanliu laughed and said: "If you really change into the eleventh brother, it would be hard to say, but you, I am afraid you really can't kill me." He scanned the people in Mingyi Building and said to his subordinates: "Kill them! "

Unexpectedly, the people in black did not respond, but at the same time stepped back and retreated into the formation of the Mingyi Tower.

Zhuang Sanliu was truly shocked at this time, but listened to Ye Tianli coldly said: "Nine brothers have forgotten that most of the dead men in your hands were those who were loyal to Empress Xiaozhen back then, and their first masters were all from the Feng family. !"

The headed man in black led the crowd to kneel down and kowtowed to Zhuang Sanliu: "My lord, I'm sorry to you! I also ask the lord to take care of you in the future!" After all, everyone raised their knives at the same time, cut their necks with sharp blades, and killed themselves .

Within three feet, blood flowed into a river.

The strange blood color was drenched in Zhuang Sanliu's eyes, eerie and terrifying.

Ye Tianli said: "These people are truly loyal to Brother Nine, and they are willing to use their lives to exchange Brother Nine's life for the Feng family. I will not kill you, but because the Feng family promised them!"

Zhuang Sanliu slowly squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Feng Yan!"

"Yes, Feng Yan revealed your identity. He knew very well in his heart that Empress Xiaozhen's three sons are not as reliable as his own daughter. What's more, he has already ruined two daughters on you. Did you really ruin the last daughter?"

Zhuang Sanliu was so angry that he laughed loudly: "Okay, then I want to see, what do you plan to do with me?" The mountain wind was violent, and his silver shirt was flying like a water and moon, violently pressing.

Ye Tianli slowly raised the silver spear, and his whole body was vaguely hostile: "You can kill the fourth brother and the eleventh brother, so why can't you be treated as I am?"

Zhuang Sanliu said: "Then you try it!"

The sword's edge, like a soul from the underworld, overflows with gloom. The silver spear was as quiet as Shen Yuan, with a fierce and domineering force along the spear, curling up turbulent energy between the two, staring and moonless.

Just at the moment when the vigorous resistance is about to reach its peak, a solemn and melodious bell suddenly rang in the entire mountain, penetrating through layers of night, straight into everyone's heart.

The murderous aura of the confrontation between the two sides suddenly fell into the vast and deep ocean, disappearing without a trace.

With the sound of this bell, one after another monks filed out from behind the main hall, with prayer beads in their hands and palms together. Hundreds of people gradually walked into the open space around Guangtai, not hearing a trace of footsteps, even breathing. No, the front and back are arranged in neat rows, the eyebrows are drooping and the eyes are dignified.

The bells are coming from the huge bronze bells at the four corners of Guangtai, the door of the Great Buddha Hall slowly opens, and Master Jingjie walks out slowly. The monks chanted the Buddha's horn together, and then sat cross-legged around Guangtai.

Master Jingjie climbed up the high platform along the white stone steps of the Great Buddha Hall. With his arrival, both Zhuang Sanliu and Ye Tianli felt a kind of gentle energy like an invisible stream of water coming across the air, the sword and the gun All a little at a loss.

Ye Tianli put down the silver spear in his hand: "Master!"

Master Jingjie folded his arms slightly to him, turned around and smiled at Zhuang Sanliu and Yan: "Amitabha, the benefactor of Zhuang, it's been a long time."

Zhuang Sanliu's face was uncertain, it seemed to be surprised, confused, alert...All feelings were mixed, but after all he retracted the sword, stood upright with one palm, and answered the Buddha's salute to Master Jingjie.

Master Jingjie said: "Lao Na learned that the donor will be coming tonight, so he prepared a cup of tea for the donor."

Zhuang Sanliu stared at Master Jingjie for a moment, and laughed: "Master's heart tea is bitter, so I am no longer interested in it."

Master Jingjie didn't think he was disgusted: "The donor might as well try it again, or there will be no heaven in suffering."

Zhuang Sanliu laughed more and more arrogantly: "The next sentence of the master, is it necessary to say'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot"?

Master Jingjie said: "Amitabha, Buddha saves all beings!"

Zhuang Sanliu seemed to have heard the funniest thing. He laughed so hard that he was trembling, and then asked: "Buddha has a body to feed a tiger, and he calls meat to save a pigeon. If the master wants to save me, dare to ask whether it is to sacrifice or cut meat? "

Master Jingjie closed his eyes and smiled, flicking his fingertips in his arrogant laughter, pang! The bronze bell above the bell tower issued a majestic bell, which spread throughout the temple, and the laughter was submerged in it.

Zhuang Sanliu was suddenly taken aback. With his eyesight, even in the dark, he could clearly see a Buddhist bead popping up when Master Jingjie raised his hand.

A buddha bead could go far away in the air, causing a bronze bell of hundreds of kilograms to make such a loud noise, and everyone present fell into absolute silence, focusing on the platform.

However, I saw Master Jingjie sitting cross-legged on the platform and said: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless. Looking back is the shore, Lao Na is here, listening and respecting."

Zhuang Sanliu was stunned for a moment, then turned to sneer: "Does the master really think that Buddhism is boundless?"

Master Jingjie whispered: "The secret of the two lines, that is, your original mind. It is not that there is less Dharma, but the Dharma is very deep..." Following his voice, the monks around were twisting the Buddhist beads and chanting in unison. The deep sound of sutra is peaceful and profound, like flowing water, covering the whole night sky with a layer of sacredness and quietness. The moonlight shrouded the glazed roof above the main hall, and the golden light of the Buddha hall was colorful.

"When I desire Nirvana. With the power of the Buddha. Great compassion is universal. I want to capture all beings. Make a loud sound. The sound is full. Even the ten directions. Follow the sounds. To tell all beings. Today the Tathagata should be well known. Have mercy on all beings. Protect all living beings. Capture others' lives. As a child..."

Zhuang Sanliu's eyes were all cold and gloomy, and a dangerous aura exuded from all over his body. The soft sword pointed diagonally and walked towards Master Jingjie step by step.

The surrounding scriptures seemed to gather around him from all directions, and with every step he took, he felt the space around him tighten. The scriptures gradually become clear, as if every word is no more than eyes, ears, nose, and nose. Instead, they escape directly into the bottom of my heart. The deep seals are interlaced and gradually turned into raging fires. Each inch of it spirals around from the bottom, burning more and more intensely. Pain, about to swallow all.

The sound of the scriptures seems to be getting faster and faster. In the past years, the glory and wealth, the honor of the king and the prince, the love and hatred, the exchange of life and death, are in front of you.

It used to be a happy youth tour, and it used to be Hua Jieyu in front of Yuxuetang.

It used to be that mothers and sons are dignified and envied by thousands of pets. It used to be, Lang loves concubine, and drunk romantic drunk tonight.

But once, the rain fell and the wind destroyed the flowers, and Lao Yan separated into the sky.

Who is the Red Man Dance? Who is the light smile? Yan and the red flowers on the stage are falling, the fire shadow interrupts the wine in the intestines, the poison that destroys the heart, and the fame and fortune under the mask is seen by a pair of clear eyes. It is pity, disdain, sympathy, yes Hatred...what is it?

It looks like the dust, like this life, like the world, and everything is empty.

His heart is bitter, his heart is bitter, and his love is deeply affectionate.

This body is not this body, this mind is not this mind, this body is already an empty skin, with all kinds of things in the world, impermanence and delusion, what should I do?

"Those who have no refuge are for refuge; those who have not seen the Buddha-nature make them see Buddha-nature; those who are not free from worries make them free from worries; those who have no peace and seclusion are for peace and seclusion; those who are not free are for liberation; those who are not happy , To make peace; those who do not leave doubts, make them doubt; those who do not confess, make repentance; those who do not repent, make nirvana..."

With the endless sound of sutras, Zhuang Sanliu suddenly threw away the long sword in his hand and screamed up to the sky. The howling sounded into the clouds, shaking the mountains and plains, causing the birds and beasts to disperse, and everyone's color changed.

Jingsheng always maintains the rhythm of Xu Youzhi, seeming to be covered by howling, but it is everywhere, continuous, quiet and peaceful.

With this closed eyes and long roar, Zhuang Sanliu's hair fluttered in all directions, falling into the wind under the full moon, and slowly passing over his beautiful face.

With strands, inch by inch pieces, the black hair that was enchanting and shining on his shoulder was like dyed with moonlight, and gradually turned into a piece of white snow, draped over his shoulders, like snow and frost, like dreams.

Zhuang Sanliu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes that were originally radiant and radiant, at this time it was a deep black and endless silence, no more color.

He took the last step forward, standing in front of Master Jingjie, folded his hands together, and his hair fell lightly: "Thank you Master Zhuang Sanliu."

Master Jingjie smiled: "Buddha born from the heart, congratulations to the donor."

Zhuang Sanliufu turned around again, and saluted Ye Tianli who was standing aside deeply. Ye Tian Lifang recovered from the shock just now, and then stayed for an instant, and couldn't help but cried out, "Brother Nine!"

Zhuang Sanliu turned a deaf ear to his cry, and walked down Baiyuguangtai.

At the moment he turned around, there was a clear voice of Yaoqin from the depths of Dufo Temple. The clear voice of the woman was like ice water and flowing clouds, floating in the cascading mountains:

It's no wonder that when I was young, Baizhang's spring was easy to provoke.

He is always melancholy in every spring, and nowhere is love.

The snow on the pear cup of Du Qu, the smoke of Chaoling grass dreams.

Qiancheng's two-sleeved golden tears, Gongan Sansheng White Bone Zen.

The old queen thinks that he should not regret it, and he is in front of the courtyard.

The phoenix fire tree and the bodhi blossoms fell. When Zhuang Sanliu heard the sound of the piano, a strange and transparent smile appeared on his face. He sang to the sound of the piano and strode towards the mountain gate. Along the way, Mingyilou and the many subordinates of the Xuanjia Army, but no one wanted to stop him. Under the moonlight of bright and pure water, he was dressed in silver and disappeared into the endless mountains.