Zhu Su raised his head and looked around, and saw that the temple was mottled everywhere, even the Buddha statues were rusty. It was obvious that the master's confinement was very difficult.
But although the temple building is dilapidated, everything in the temple is not stained. This shows that the master Suyue lives in poverty and enjoys Taoism. And listening to the meaning of his words, he has already worshiped Buddha in the temple in the Yuan Dynasty. He has experienced the ruins of Tiandong.
However, his devotion to the Buddha did not diminish, and Zhu Su couldn't help but respect him. Seeing that the old monk wanted to go to draw water for Zhu Su himself, he stopped him and said no. A dog came with a personal guard to the well to draw water for Zhu Su.
The water has gone.
Zhu Su did not need the abbot to accompany him and did not want to trouble the old man too much, so the old abbot bowed and left. He bypassed the heavily guarded front hall and went to the back, letting the young apprentice go back to his room to rest, while he himself was in the room.
He walked away cross-legged and started reading scriptures.
Fang Nian didn't say a few words when he heard three clicks outside the window. The old abbot raised his head and said with a smile, "Why should you be so careful, layman? I haven't rested yet. Come in now, layman."
"Old abbot." The door creaked, and the person who opened the door was a fat monk with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. The monk looked to be in his forties, very tall and tall, with a bald head shining in the moonlight.
Dong seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. He opened his mouth, but with a bit of a chilling air that a monk should not have: "When we came back, we saw soldiers guarding the entrance of the temple. Is there any evil person who has entered the temple?"
"Amitabha, there are no evil people. I don't know how many things there are in the temple. There is nothing to exploit," said the old abbot.
"Is there a young nobleman passing by here? He saw that it was getting late, so he came to stay for the night."
"Although that noble man is young, he has the compassion of other Buddhas. Lay people should never utter evil words."
"Your Majesty, are you staying overnight?" The fat monk frowned, but he breathed a sigh of relief after all. He crossed his legs and walked in front of the old abbot. "We were wondering if some evil person had robbed the abbot.
Otherwise, it will save us the trouble of killing again!"
"Amitabha." The old abbot said the name of the Buddha without replying, with a compassionate look on his face.
"Whose noble family is there in the wilderness?" The fat monk looked out the window in the direction of the main hall and said.
"Amitabha, all conditioned Dharma is like a dream. Like dew or lightning, you should observe whether it should be done or not." The abbot refused to answer the question, and then looked at the fat monk with a burning gaze: "A layman must not be eaten by the inner demons."
"We have already given up!" The fat monk waved his leg boldly. "Abbott, don't worry, we are just curious."
Seeing his calm expression, the old abbot nodded and smiled, lowered his head again and began to recite the scriptures. The fat monk also became solemn, adjusted his posture and walked slowly on his back. Under a beam of moonlight outside the window, two people, one old and one strong, appeared.
The two monks recited sutras at the same time. Although they were not in a shabby room, they did have a peaceful and happy situation.
After a while, the fat monk opened his eyes and looked out the window. He saw a light like a bean outside the window, slowly coming towards here.
"Someone is coming." The fat monk frowned slightly, but the old monk ignored it.
After a while, he saw a black-clothed monk holding a lamp and appeared outside the window. He looked at the moonlight and saw two monks outside the window walking in the wrong direction. He Yuanji saluted and said: "Amitabha, little monk Daoyan, Yuanji heard that Master
While reciting the Purana Sutra, I realized that the master had not yet fallen asleep, so the young monk dared to come and harass the master. Is the master free?"
"I am an old monk from a dry temple in a deserted mountain. How dare you deserve the title of Master? Fellow practitioners, please come in. You can accept it yourself."
Yao Guangxiao performed another Buddhist salute, and then entered the room. The fat monk kept staring at Yao Guangxiao, and when he saw Yao Guangxiao turning around and closing the door without warning, he relaxed and came back.
"That senior fellow apprentice, is he the wandering monk who stayed here? The young monk's name is Dao Yan." Yao Guangxiao just looked at the moonlight and saw the appearance of the fat monk clearly, and couldn't help but praise him, he is so tall.
of monks.
"Yes, that layman is the monk who helped the temple a lot as I just said." The old abbot introduced. "Fellow practitioners, I don't know that although the layman looks evil, he is actually very kind in his heart."
"I have stayed in this temple for many years, and I don't know how much good deeds I have done. If it weren't for that layman, I and my disciples, old and young, would have lost a handful of red bones long ago."
"Amitabha." Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands and said good deeds. Is it strange in his heart, layman? So, this person is not a serious monk?
Although Lao Zhu was not a monk himself, deep down, he knew that there were very few good monks and temples in Tiandong. Moreover, the Meng Yuan Chongxin Lama had brought disaster to the country and the people, and it was not far away in this dynasty.
To the extent of destroying the Buddha, there are still many restrictions on monks and Taoists.
The most obvious aspect is whether or not to issue an ultimatum. Without an ultimatum issued by the court, he is not officially recognized as a monk. He is not allowed to live in a temple, and is not allowed to preach dharma and seek alms. This is very restricted by the imperial court's system. However, the conditions for the imperial court to issue ultimatum are very harsh.
This resulted in many people who wanted to escape into Buddhism but could not get the certificate and could not become a "monk", so they could only be comforted by being a "lay Buddhist".
That layman could be said to be the Buddhist version of a "black householder", an undocumented employee. As the old abbot called the fat monk, it was obvious that the fat monk did not have a household registration. The key is that his appearance was so rough and his presence was invisible.
He was filled with a chilling spirit, which was unlike any ordinary layman. Yao Guangxiao couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"I wonder what the fellow practitioner is doing here?" the old abbot asked.
"Oh, but it's been a long night and I have no intention of sleeping." Yao Guangxiao withdrew his gaze after hearing this and took out two bowls of chess pieces from the monk's robe. "I wonder if senior brother is interested in it. I would like to have a game with the young monk over moonlight legs."
"Senior brother is well-informed. Wouldn't it be nice for me and him to talk about ancient times and Buddha at the same time?"
"Amitabha." The old abbot shook his head. "Have you disturbed the elegance of fellow practitioners? The old monk has been useless in his life. He only knows how to recite sutras, so how can he know how to play chess?"
"Besides, as we age, the moonlight will not be so clear and it will be difficult to see things..."
"Monk Dao Yan, if I don't dislike it, how about we let me play a game with me?"
"It's been a long night, and we were thinking about how to have fun. But we haven't played chess for a long time." The one who was eager to try it was the fat monk.
"Amitabha, since that senior brother is willing, it's just what he wants." Yao Guangxiao replied. The two of them took the black and red zi, set up a battle array in the east of the moonlight, and started fighting.
In fact, Dongqi is just an introduction. Has Yao Guangxiao met the old abbot, Lao Chengrui, and the troubled people of the Yuan Dynasty? Talking to him is enough to fully understand the customs and customs here. Is he a good strategist?
Naturally, he was very good at chess, so he was able to chat happily with his old friend Zhao Ming while making moves.
But after a few moments, he could no longer distract himself from exploring the local customs. It was all because the sunspots he was obsessed with on the chessboard had all fallen to the east wind at this moment!