Galactic Garbage Station

Everyone brought a cage. After catching the little white rabbit, they put it in the cage and prepared to take it away. Each cage puts a pile of hay from the perfect world. The little white rabbit first eats hay for a while, then starts to nest in it.

Wang Siya, Zhu Jianhua and others indulged in the beauty of the yard, did not want to go immediately, sitting around the stone table. These are all good friends. Su Shi used the leaves of the eternal world to make a pot of tea. The tea tray placed on the stone table this morning is just right.

"Good tea!" Liu Qing took a sip and suddenly praised him.

"I have had a lot of good tea, but compared with my brother, this tea is simply not inflow." Qin Xulan looked amazed and took a sip of his mouth. It is hard to believe that there is such a delicious tea in the world. .

“What kind of tea is this?” Lu Qingya and Yang Wei are equally astonished. This tea is so delicious. Originally, they usually did not drink tea very much. They occasionally drank expensive tea and did not feel how good it was. This is the first time to feel the mystery of tea.

Zhu Jianhua, Peng Ming, Tang Xiaoyu, Wang Siya, Dong Xun have had a few drinks before, and there is still a sense of intoxication. They admire the beauty of the yard, breathe the fresh air of the yard, and enjoy the ultimate delicious tea. Only Shi Qing, Su Ya and Su Shi, who drink more often, can become accustomed to it.

“Well?” There was a feeling of very quiet and tranquility between Su Shi and tea. He didn’t think about beauty, nor crystal meditation, or even to adjust his breathing and calm. This feeling is born spontaneously.

"This feeling is so comfortable, so entering the cultivation, you should do more with less. Is it affected by the aura in the yard?" Su Shi thought in his heart, and he carefully felt it. His attention gradually focused on the tea tray at the moment.

“Hey!” Su Shi was surprised to find that this tea tray seemed to become more clear and non-scaling. He clearly washed it thoroughly. How could it be left for a while, as if it had been dusted? The above Buddha’s picture is more vivid, and the feeling of quietness seems to be related to this. The mood is from this tea tray.

"How do I have a general feeling of sublimation." Liu Qing tasted tea, and he was intoxicated. He had the feeling of washing away the blue sky and the blue sky. The mood was extremely quiet. All the impetuousness in the past disappeared.

"Don't destroy the mood." Qin Xulan said Liu Qing, enjoying the feeling of Qingning. It’s a thing of the past, they’re definitely quarreling, but now they’re calm.

Wang Siya, Dong Xun, Zhu Jianhua, Peng Ming, Tang Xiaoyu, Lv Qingya, Yang Wei, and Shi Qing and Su Ya, while enjoying the same, were somewhat surprised. This feeling of "emptiness in the mood" can actually feel so clearly. To. Feeling calm, the brain is clear, some of my heart troubles, inadvertently, just straighten out, indifferent.

The deepest feelings may be Wang Siya and Dong Xun. After all, they are the oldest, have experienced more life, and have experienced more troubles. The benefits of this conception are even more obvious.

"It seems that it is not only me, everyone feels it." Su Shi observed everyone's expression, guessing that everyone also felt the mood brought by the tea tray, but they did not seem to know the mood from the tea tray.

"This tea tray is not simple." Su Shi can almost conclude that this tea tray is not simple. I look forward to this garbage, huge scales, astringent pine trees, empty tea trays, and this garbage. Not simple, what world is it from?

"There are guests coming, there are guests."

"Wang Zhuo's big brother, Zhou boss."

At this time, the two parrots screamed. Su Shi went forward and opened the door. When she saw Zhou Hong’s Zhou Hongyuan, she suddenly stunned because he was wearing a monk’s clothes and holding a bunch of beads in his hands. Road: "We are you boss Zhou?"

"Oh, Mr. Su don't call me Zhou Boss, just call me Lao Zhou. I have been worshipping Buddha recently. Maybe I will be a monk after a while. Let my eldest son make a forgiveness for him." Zhou Hongyuan was faintly authentic. His look was light and bleak. There was no grief and confusion when he found the body of his eldest son and knew the death of his eldest son and some dusty past. It seems to have come out.

"This is the case, please come in, please." Su Shi nodded, and worshipped Buddha is also a monk, Zhou Hongyuan can come over. Zhou Jiaye has been taken over by Zhou Tianrui, and Zhou Hongyuan is not worried.

"So many people, is there a white rabbit?" Wang Zhuo could not help but see a large group of people in the yard.

"Oh, there are two, just enough for you." Su Shi laughed, there are actually five, give them two, three left. The three left, no matter who came or not.

"Three brothers, you are here too, do you like white rabbits?" Wang Siya laughed.

"Your nephew and Xiaorui like it." Wang Zhuo smiled and saw the white rabbit jumping on the grass. He couldn't help but sigh. "But this little rabbit is so cute, even I like it."

Su Shi did not make an exception to Wang Zhuo and Zhou Hongyuan, but also let them catch the little white rabbit. However, they were all very savvy. They saw the white rabbits in several cages eating hay, observing the grass inside, and soon found the hay hanging from the wall and took them abducted. The remaining three, without exception, are the three closest to Su Shi.

Wang Zhuo and Zhou Hongyuan also sat down to drink tea. After Wang Zhuo drank a few mouthfuls, he enjoyed the authenticity: "This tea is not enough no matter how many times it is drunk."

Zhou Hongyuan took a sip, but his eyes were bright, and he was attracted by the feeling of quiet emptiness. He felt a moment, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he was surprised: "This is the so-called tea meditation! But my qualification is dull, thunder. Master Yin Ming Master personally made tea for me, I can't feel it, why did you feel it?"

“Tea Zen?” Wang Zhuo’s awkwardness, feel it carefully, and feel the feeling of Qingning. Others, etc., thoughtfully, thinking of the feeling of quiet and empty, is a kind of Zen?

"Maybe don't deliberately, but you can feel it." Wang Siya said.

"There is such a possibility." Zhou Hongyuan thoughtfully nodded, but when he put down the cup, he couldn't help but look at the tea tray and looked at the Buddha's picture on the tea tray. He suddenly settled and looked at it for a long time. Unable to move away, excited to tremble slightly, "No, not accidental, this tea tray. Mr. Su, this tea tray is a Buddhist holy thing?" (To be continued.)