The Real Daughter With A Buddha-like Mindset

Chapter 152 Lone Boat (Part 2)

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

Jing Yun put the plate on the table and said softly.

After Ming Jing finished writing the last word of this gatha, he put down his pen, put down his brush, straightened his sleeves, and looked up at Jing Yun.

"Thank you, brother."

The girl's eyes were dark and bright, calm and restrained.

Ming Jing put away the written Buddhist scriptures and handed them to Jing Yun: "Brother, please keep it for me."

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

Ming Jing picked up the plate and walked out of the Zen room, Jing Yun pointed to the east side: "The guest room is here, follow me."

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

The two were walking on the deserted corridor, tall green shirts grew on both sides of the road, casting mottled light and shadow under the betting of street lamps.

As the wind blew through the treetops, and in the stillness of rubbing clothes, Jing Yun asked, "Have you memorized the entire Huayan Sutra?"

This is indeed a bit scary.

Ming Jing smiled and said: "The years in the mountains are quiet and quiet, only scriptures can accompany you."

Jing Yun glanced at her, "You grew up in Buddhism?"

"The day I was born, I was abandoned by my parents in front of the mountain gate. Fortunately, my master adopted me and got a great fortune."

I see.

"Entering the Buddhist gate means cutting off the ties of the world. It's good if you can think about it."

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

Ming Jing nodded, and when he looked up, he saw the young man standing under the eaves of the corridor.

Can't help but startled: "Didn't he leave?"

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

Jing Yun said: "This benefactor is your friend. He asked to stay, so we arranged a guest room for him."

"Brother, please."

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

After saying that, he turned and left, closing the door of the guest courtyard.

Hanshan Temple is full of incense, and the number of believers is unknown. Over the years, the scale has been expanded. There are more than a dozen east and west rooms in the guest courtyard for the lay believers who come from afar. In the past few days, because the program team came here for filming, Juewu sent the guests away in advance Therefore, there are only Ming Jing Qu Feitai and Ye Zhentianlong in the entire guest house at the moment.

There was silence all around, only the crickets chattering in the grass, which added a bit of elegance to the night.

Ming Jing glanced at him and said lightly, "Go to rest early."

Hua Luo walked into the west wing, only the door was open.

Ye Zhen sighed, and quickly chased after her.

Qu Feitai stood in the night, watching the lights in the wing come on and go off again.

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

Tian Long came out: "Xiao Fei, brother Huang's call."

Qu Feitai looked back and picked up the phone.

"Why don't you come back and stay in the monk's temple? Don't tell me that you see through the world and want to shave and become a monk. Believe it or not, I will hang on the beam immediately. You simply don't let me worry for a moment."

"Is there something wrong?" Qu Feitai asked coldly.

Huang Chao was stunned for a moment, "Xiao Fei, don't scare me, I'm just kidding you, come back quickly, the temple is poor, there is no signal, how can you suffer."

"If it's okay, hang up." Without giving Huang Chao a chance to speak, he hung up the phone directly, threw the phone to Tian Long, took off his coat 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 bit wrong, he was flustered.

"It's okay, you go to bed."

"Squeak" the door closed.

A ray of moonlight penetrated the window and spilled onto the end of the bed.

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

He bowed his head and held the gun in his hand.

He threw the gun hastily and screamed desperately.

A nightmare that haunts him all his life.

"Master, how is my brother?"

"When Yanggan Jiamu sees Yindried Yimu, the hit is better than kalpa, and the body is weak and strong. This is a great omen."

"I beg Master to save my younger brother, no matter how much it costs..."

"Changing one's fate against the heavens will harm one's virtue, that's all, you and I have a kindness, the old man is alone and has nothing to rely on, so I will repay your kindness."

"Qu Lan Zhou, a boat, a lonely boat in the river and sea, a lonely shadow standing alone, this name is not related to your fate Xing Ke, the kinship is severed, change the name first."

"Bodhi does not have a tree, and the mirror is not a stand. Misunderstandings produce illusions, and the body is dusty because of the mind. Dust is false thoughts. When you realize your own nature, it is perfect and pure. Its nature is empty, and it is very comfortable."

"Half a lifetime of mastery, good luck to Dingheng, everything you ask for, only..."

"Only what? Master, please tell me."

"The only obsession to give birth to a demon is an evil fate. All karma and reincarnation cannot be resolved. Serve the lotus with your body and cross it to become a Buddha..."

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

"When the heart dies and the body dies, there is no redemption..."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily in the dark night.

The silver-white moonlight fell on his hand holding the quilt, the finger bones were long and slender, and the veins on the back of the hand were protruding.

The boy is like a drowning person, breathing desperately.

Obsession, obsession...why does everyone have to remind him.

What is the obsession, what is the death of the mind and the body, what is the end of the kalpa.

Born as a human being, chasing an unattainable love, even if the body is smashed to pieces, this life is worth it.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the silvery white, the cool night wind brushed against his fingertips, like her jade skin.

"Mingjing..." he murmured.

A person who is out of reach, a dream of a dream.

——

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

"Brother, is this the Huayan Sutra transcribed by Senior Sister Ming Jing?" Jing Feng glanced at it, his eyes full of surprise.

The small script written with hairpin flowers in this hand is really beautiful. Compared with the neat and strict engravings on the scriptures, the lines between the lines are graceful and flexible, and the places where they linger are elegant and unrestrained.

"Yeah." Jing Yun had a faint smile on his lips, and his slightly hooked peach eyes were shining and gentle.

"Senior Sister Mingjing is amazing. She copied more than 200 pages in one day. If it were me, I would lose my hands. Why do you think Master deliberately made things difficult for her? Senior Sister Mingjing is so gentle and beautiful..."

Jingyun glanced at him lightly, Jingfeng immediately stuck out his tongue playfully, and immediately said silently: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

Looking up secretly at the young man sitting under the lamp, his face is like a crown of jade, his body is like a slender bamboo, his eyebrows are slightly drooping, and a little cinnabar is looming on the tip of his eyebrows, showing a touch of nobility in his compassion.

The eldest brother is the most proud disciple of the master. He has cultivated advanced at a young age and is the best among the younger generation of disciples. In the future, he will inherit the mantle of the master and shoulder the important task of carrying forward Hanshan Temple and spreading Buddhism to the world.

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

——

Mingjing was in the temple for three days, when the morning bell rang, she got up and copied the scriptures every day, and she never slacked off for a single day.

There are many disciples in the temple, even though they are Buddhist disciples, there is no lack of gossip. Among the disciples, it has long been rumored that there is a young nun living in the guest courtyard of the temple. He is beautiful and dignified, and his cultivation is not shallow. Nearly a third of it has been written.

There are rumors among the monks that those who committed a robbery were punished to copy the Huayan Sutra. is an impossible task.

And this young bhikkhuni, her mind is so tenacious, which is beyond human reach.

During evening classes every day, she would walk through the corridor full of green shirts, and in the golden light of the setting sun, stepping on the acacia flowers that had not been cleaned all over the floor, came to the Arhat Hall next to the Daxiong Hall, where she sat on the ground and listened to scriptures and interpreted meditation.

Then at the end, she left one step earlier, and the disciples could only see her back forever, the white skirt gradually drifting away in the night, and the silver lotus bloomed in the dark night, clean and dust-free.

On the fourth day, Qu Feitai left Hanshan Temple.

He saw Ming Jing, who was sitting at the desk at that time, copying the scriptures sincerely, with peaceful eyes.

"I gotta go."

The girl behind the desk didn't raise her head, her long arms were hanging in the air, and the nib of the pen fell off the paper. Wherever the chic hook was connected, the pen was flying like a snake, flowing like the wind.

"Bon Voyage."

Qu Feitai looked at her quietly, clenched his fists and then loosened them.

A ray of sunlight penetrates the door and falls in front of the door, and every mottled trace of the simple and old floor tiles reflected by the sunlight is clearly visible.

Like a galaxy, between you and me.