Huikong smiled, and many memories in his mind came to mind.
"Since Donor Qin wants to hear it, the poor monk will tell Donor Qin."
"good."
At the moment, Huikong and Qin Nanfeng walked side by side and continued to stroll deep into the bamboo forest.
"A poor monk was born in the ancient Xichan Temple. He has been a practicing monk in the temple since he was a child. He has been with the Buddha and chanted sutras and chanted the Buddha's name for twenty years."
"Subsequently, because of the prophecy of the Buddhist Holy Son, the poor monk was ordered to go out to find the Buddhist Holy Son who was predicted to be able to lead Buddhism."
"After meeting the Holy Son, the poor monk truly came into contact with what Mahayana Buddhism is, so he made a great ambition to follow the Holy Son forever, practice Mahayana Buddhism, and save the world!"
"After following the Holy Son, the poor monk experienced many things" .??.??
Qin Nanfeng was still listening carefully at first, but soon felt that something was not right.
I obviously wanted to hear Huikong’s past experiences.
But Huikong never left the Holy Son in any of his three words.
As he spoke, he went astray.
The protagonist in the context directly becomes the Son.
That is Ye Qingyun.
And every time he heard the name of the Holy Son, Huikong's face would involuntarily show a hint of deep enthusiasm and admiration.
Even his tone of voice became inexplicably higher.
Especially under Huikong's various descriptions, this Buddhist saint seems to have become an omniscient and omnipotent existence.
Qin Nanfeng couldn't stand listening anymore.
I asked you to talk about your own experience. How did you get involved with Patriarch Tiezhu?
However, Qin Nanfeng did not interrupt. It was a rare opportunity for her to talk to Huikong.
Even though Huikong kept talking about others, Qin Nanfeng could still keep listening patiently.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Qin Nanfeng actually fell asleep in a daze.
His eyelids sank and his body tilted.
He just leaned on Huikong's body gently.
Huikong's voice stopped suddenly.
Didn't continue talking.
But he didn't He pulled away and sat there steadily, like a wooden stake.
Not moving at all.
Let Qin Nanfeng lean on him.
The bamboo forest is quiet and the breeze is blowing the bamboo leaves.
Scattered bamboo leaves fell down.
Some fell on Huikong's bald head, and some fell on Qin Nanfeng's shoulders.
Huikong didn't dare to move for fear of disturbing the sleeping woman.
But in Huikong's heart, he was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.
Why should we recite sutras at this moment?
Is it to help yourself understand Buddhist principles?
Or do you want to recite sutras to suppress certain buds in your heart?
Only Huikong himself knows it best.
For example, the demon Buddha Bo Xun is a rare genius in Buddhism throughout the ages. He is able to complete the greatest practice of Buddhism. He is also a person of love. Only after becoming a demon can he be able to withstand everything.
Thus achieving true detachment.
If you have never been in love, how can you say that you can't be broken?
"How come Huikong, the flower monk, hasn't come out after being gone for so long?"
"You two won't do bad things in the bamboo forest, right?"
Ye Qingyun, who was still lying in the grass, saw that Huikong and Qin Nanfeng had not come out, and couldn't help but start to think about strange things.
"Lao Mei, would you like to follow me quietly and take a look?"
Ye Qingyun turned to Mei Changhai and said.
"ah?"
Mei Changhai's eyes widened and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Senior, isn't this good? If Master Huikong and Master Qin are having secret affairs, wouldn't we go there?"
Ye Qingyun rolled his eyes.
You old man knows everything, so why are you keeping secrets?
It's quite cryptic.
You might as well say that the two of them were working in the small bamboo forest.
"Da Mao, go and have a look."
Ye Qingyun is not good either
I wanted to let Fang Yu pass, but I couldn't even pass.
It would be too embarrassing if we really encountered something unsightly.
So I had to let Da Mao take a look.
Anyway, Da Mao is not a human being. Even if they see something they shouldn't see after passing by, Huikong and Qin Nanfeng won't be much embarrassed.
When Da Mao heard this, his face was filled with reluctance.
There was a bark in the mouth.
"You're a worthless thing, go quickly!"
"Otherwise I won't give you meat buns to eat!"
Ye Qingyun patted Da Mao's dog's head hard, and then pushed Da Mao out.
Da Mao turned around and glared at the three of them, but there was nothing he could do.
All he could do was curse and move forward.
Da Mao trotted all the way and soon saw two people sitting on a rock not far away.
Huikong sat as firmly as a Buddha, and Qin Nanfeng leaned on Huikong's body.
The picture is beautiful!
The artistic conception is also good.
Da Mao curled his lips, then turned around and walked back
"Why are you back so soon? Have you seen what Huikong and the others are doing?"
Ye Qingyun asked quickly.
"Woof woof!"
Da Mao barked twice and the dog's head shook in that direction.
Mei Changhai and Fang Yu naturally didn't understand what Da Mao meant.
But as Ye Qingyun, who has raised Da Mao for more than ten years, he has a close connection with Da Mao.
"What the hell? Those two people are just sitting there? Not doing anything?"
Da Mao barked twice more.
Ye Qingyun stood up immediately.
"It's boring, let's go."
He turned around and left with his hands behind his back, and Big Hairy Pianpidian followed behind him.
Mei Changhai and Fang Yu were left behind.
The two looked at each other, both confused.
How does this person communicate with the dog?
Da Mao barks all the time, but I don’t notice any difference? Is this what makes an expert extraordinary?
Can even the barking of a dog have a profound meaning?
When Qin Nanfeng left Shuiyue Sect, it was already dusk.
She woke up leisurely and found that she was still in the bamboo forest.
Can't help but be shocked.
Turn around again.
Only then did he realize that Huikong was beside him, leaning on him.
There is an inexplicable warmth in my heart.
"Did I just fall asleep?"
Qin Nanfeng asked subconsciously.
"Amitabha, donor Qin has been sleeping for three hours."
Huikong said truthfully.
Qin Nanfeng's mood was very complicated. She hadn't slept in many years.
But this time he fell asleep inexplicably, which made Qin Nanfeng feel very comfortable.
The whole person seemed to be reborn.
My mood also became more comfortable.
Especially the thought of sleeping snuggled up against Huikong made Qin Nanfeng feel sweet in his heart.
that's enough!
"The Immortal Mansion is busy with affairs, I'll leave first."
Qin Nanfeng stopped staying and left in a hurry.
Huikong looked at Qin Nanfeng's leaving figure with a calm look on his face.
soon.
Huikong also returned to the mountaintop courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw Ye Qingyun sitting on the stone bench, staring at him with a strange expression.
Huikong was startled and immediately came to Ye Qingyun.
"Holy Son, Master Qin has left."
Ye Qingyun nodded, his eyes even weirder.
"I know, what were you two doing in the bamboo forest just now?"
Huikong smiled.
"Master Qin is not in a stable mood and discussed some Buddhist teachings with the young monk."
Ye Qingyun immediately jumped up and pointed at Huikong.
"What a good monk Huikong! As a Buddhist monk, you actually broke the precepts repeatedly!"
