When Ping Qi entered the house, he was worried: during the time when the abbot was traveling, he, the head of the hall, had not done many good deeds. Although he held a high position and studied Buddhist scriptures every day, he asked himself, what was the temple?

Nakamoto does not

The incense that was very prosperous became even more bleak after the abbot left. As the leader of the hall, he was somewhat unworthy of his position. Therefore, when he entered the room, the nearly middle-aged master of the ancient temple, even his head was Zeng.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Ping Qi, how many years have passed since you entered Buddhism?" The old monk just shook off the remaining ice on his shoes. He did not turn around, but looked towards the golden body of the Buddha in the main hall. The scattered sunlight reflected on the golden body.

Above, it is even brighter and brighter.

The hall leader lowered his eyebrows in reply, still not daring to raise his head, "Returning to the abbot, this young monk has been a convert since he was a young man. It has been thirty-six years now. Although he is not proficient in Buddhism, and although he is said to be incomprehensible, he still has some insights.

.”

It took the old monk a while to answer the question, and his words were very cold and silent, "I haven't asked you about your Buddhist practice yet."

Ping Qi nodded more and more.

Zen Master Buping turned around and looked at the master of the hall who had been a father for many years as if he had left the secular world. He said in a deep voice, "Back then, I traveled around Zihao and brought you back to this ancient Zhongtai Temple from a deserted and ruined temple.

I have supported you for sixteen years, but when you are young and have no idea who your parents are, you have been sent back to Zihao in many places. After more than four years, you can find out where your parents are."

"Your father is an official of the imperial court. Although his family background is not very prominent, he still holds an important position. However, because of his violation of the rules, he made the top officials jealous and ended up with everyone in his family being executed. You are the only one.

He was still young and was hidden in a side temple, so he survived." The area around the main hall was deserted, and the old monk's words were like thunder falling on the ground, echoing longer and longer.

Ping Qi trembled all over and clenched his fists tightly.

"Sit down." The abbot cleared the ground and sat upright on the futon. His eyes calmly looked at Ping Qi, who had an inexplicable expression on his side. Then he closed his eyes and said softly, "When you were young, I always thought about it, if you were ordained and became a monk.

Temple, 80% of the time there is some talent, so

It has been more than ten years since the first beheading, but you are just a young man. You can find out the details on your own, which shows that you are very capable. But after you found out, you returned to the temple and became a monk and converted to Buddhism. This really impressed me.

It’s a bit surprising.”

"The world of mortals is so complex that it's hard to let it go. I thought you had escaped the golden lock and traveled thousands of miles, but for the next few decades, your Zen mind was not pure. I am also to blame for this, and I didn't realize it until today.

You have never broken free of that jade rope." Old Monk

Shaking his head slightly, he sighed and said, "The poem says that spring is late, and Qi Qi is picked. The word Qi means redundant and complicated. When I gave you the Dharma name Ping Qi, my original intention was that I hope you can calm down all kinds of obsessions and miscellaneous feelings, and be diligent and diligent."

I practice Buddhism, but now it has all turned into a shadow of light."

"Disciple is not trapped by the world." After hesitating for a long time, Ping Qi, who had been the master of the hall for ten years, spoke in a trembling voice. Although his expression was sad and tears were streaming down his face, he still gritted his teeth and refused to acknowledge it.

The old monk no longer sat cross-legged, but stood up on his own, shook his bright yellow monk robe, turned around and walked out. Before leaving, he only left a few words, "Because of these two words, I lost my parents and have no home to return to."

, so I insist on the word "rules" and follow the rules everywhere. Even if my life is at stake, I am unwilling to destroy the rules and precepts of this ancient Zhongtai temple. All the things here are caused by mental obstacles."

"Why bother?"

Ping Kong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was also worried. Temple rules are temple rules after all. Even if you advocate a clear conscience, you will inevitably feel uneasy. The rules of the Zhongtai ancient temple were established by the abbot a hundred years ago. Anyone who violates the temple rules

, all are exempt from punishment, no matter how big or small, let alone an ordinary Zhizang.

Regardless of whether one is proficient in Buddhist teachings, it would take twenty days and nights to remember a very thin Buddhist scripture, let alone use it for personal use. It is probably because of poor memory that this young man

Monks always light candles on their own in the dead of night and read at night. They even knocked over candles once and almost burned their bedding. They were often mentioned by other monks.

The abbot strode out and saw Ping Kong who was still waiting outside. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know that going beyond the temple rules is a big mistake? Not to mention how much punishment you will receive, if the elders want to sweep you out of Zhongtai Temple, they will not do it.

It’s not a lie, even if I have the intention to protect you, it’s still like boiling water to stop it from boiling.”

Pingkong kept mumbling, until Abbot Fukong walked past him, his expression changed slightly, so he stopped and asked.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

The young monk bowed deeply and his words were unshakable.

"Thanks to the abbot's care and guidance for many years, Pingkong has not even the slightest regret about this matter, even though his qualifications are dull and it is difficult for him to master Buddhist scriptures."

The snow cleared up and the sun was bright. An old monk looked at the square monk's robes folded in his hands and laughed inexplicably.

One Buddhist temple, one ancient temple, how can it not be a small river and lake?

Three days later, the military camps at Qiling Border Pass and Xia Song Border Pass were all shaken.

Over the past few years, countless horse gangs have become a common phenomenon on the border. Although they are not brave enough to invade the border, allowing the caravans to rob homes and rob merchants and travelers is naturally a disgrace to the soldiers at the border between the two countries.

.As a soldier of a country, he cannot protect the people, and he will curse everyone.

Unfortunately, due to the seriousness of the matter, Qi Ling and Xia Song were not considered to be on friendly terms. Their armies marched straight into the border, and the generals of the two countries did not dare to cause trouble. As a result, the annihilation of the caravan bandits was put on hold.

But in the past two days, countless groups of bandits rushed to the pass on their own, empty-handed and without weapons. Many horse gangs even robbed the remaining gold and silver goods of the merchants, and also carried their chariots and horses to the city, asking for help.

A group of garrison soldiers let go. Most of the horses

The bandits and bandits went to the border gates one after another within two days to ambush the law. Some of them even burst into tears and repeatedly begged the soldiers to arrest them and take them to the government. Even if they were tattooed and sent to the government, they would be better than those at the border.

Hiding in Tibet, panic is hard to control.

"Damn, is it possible that there is a ghost in the border? It actually scared these desperate thieves to this point. They are very evil." A Qiling guard cursed and kicked away a bandit who was covered in chaff. The latter had no eyesight.

God, he just crouched on the ground and didn't know what to say.

"But it is indeed comfortable." The military man grinned, then called to Pao Ze and escorted the thieves to the city gate.

A hundred miles away, in a bandit stronghold, an old monk dressed in bright yellow monk's robes, using some unknown means, walked to the front of the stronghold and loudly proclaimed Buddhism.

The gangsters in the stronghold just thought that the bald ladle cultivator in front of them had gone crazy. He was about to raise the arrow feathers, but saw the towering stronghold behind him. He asked the old monk to use the big spear in his palm to smash it into pieces. Together with the entire mountain top, it was also called the spear point.

Sweep off a section.

The light of a spear is one point better than the snow.
Chapter completed!