Song Zilian smiled and said slowly, "After Hongren, the fifth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, passed the mantle to Huineng, the sixth ancestor, Huineng went all the way south to live in seclusion in a mountain forest. It was not until 15 years later that he came out of the mountain and came to Faxing Temple. It happened that Master Yinzong gave a lecture
"Nirvana Sutra", flags and flags were erected high in front of the temple. Because Zen Master Yinzong was famous for his cultivation, many people came to listen to his lectures. The temple suddenly seemed lively, with devotees sitting on the floor. Just as everyone was
While I was sitting in meditation, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, causing the flags hanging at the door to flutter."
This is a temple, and Song Zilianzhen told him stories about Buddhism.
Ji Xinyao is a smart person. When she asked her son about depression, he quickly understood the profound meaning of the story Song Zilian told him.
So she continued, "This scene was seen by two monks. One of them said: 'It was the wind that blew the flag, but the flag itself did not move.' But the other monk said: 'You are wrong, now it is not moving at all.
There is no wind, the flag is moving by itself." The two monks argued endlessly about this, and Zen Master Huineng said to them: "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flag that moves, it's the heart of a benevolent person that moves." Are you trying to say that you are not deliberately causing me to move?
My heart is moved by your attention, isn’t it?”
"No one knows me better than Xinyao."
After Song Zilian said so much, Ji Xinyao felt that he did have some research on Buddhist scriptures, and maybe he could help her decipher the words written by the monk that she could not understand.
So she turned around and threw the layman's uniform on the stand to Song Zilian.
"Get dressed, I have something to ask you."
Song Zilian quickly wrapped up his clothes, dusted off the folds of his clothes, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I have something here, I want to ask if you can understand it." She said, took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album, found the photo she just took and handed it to Song Zilian.
Song Zilian enlarged the handwriting and looked at it carefully.
"Where did you get this? It's called Devanagari, and monks in China generally don't use it."
"I got it from Ji Chengye, saying it's related to my mother's ritual ceremony tomorrow."
"Wait a minute, let me take a closer look. This is indeed related to the Dharma ritual, but it doesn't seem to be a Dharma ritual for salvation."
He pulled out a stool, sat down, lowered his head and read it carefully.
"The rituals written on it are to calm the soul and will be carried out in two places. The first is the place where the ashes are placed, which is Longquan Temple. The second is the place where the deceased lived during his lifetime. Although I can't understand the rituals written on it.
, but since they are soul-suppressing, they must be some vicious spells."
Ji Xinyao frowned, "My mother has been dead for so many years, why are you performing rituals to calm her soul now?"
Song Zilian shook his head, "It's not written above, maybe because I feel that the recent bad luck is all blamed on your mother."
"That should be invalid." Ji Xinyao thought, but felt a little uneasy.
In this era, except for some businessmen and people in the entertainment industry, most people don’t believe this.
But if it didn't work at all, would Ji Chengye go to all the trouble to find a foreign monk to do such a thing?
Song Zilian noticed her concerns and stretched out his hand towards her.
"Give me the key to your home. I'll go down the mountain for you."
"It's so late..."
"The ritual begins tomorrow morning, and we have just enough time to go down the mountain. At worst, there will be a physical fight, and the people Ji Chengye took away will be kidnapped and sent away."
Ji Xinyao couldn't help but smile knowingly, Song Zilian looked extremely reliable.
So Ji Xinyao took out the key and handed it to Song Zilian.
"I won't tell you to pay attention to your safety. Those monks from other places will definitely be at a disadvantage if they encounter you. Thank you."
Song Zilian put the keys away, picked up the clothes on the hanger, and walked to the bathroom. When he changed his clothes and came out, Ji Xinyao also planned to go back to the room.
"The mountain road is dark at night, so you should be careful. If you need anything, remember to contact me at any time."
"Okay." Song Zilian took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Simon, come down the mountain."
Simon asked nothing.
"Okay, Master, Simon will be ready soon."
Soon, Simon led several members of the Song family to gather in the courtyard of Dongyuan. Song Zilian walked up to him, explained a few words to him, and then the group prepared to leave.
"Song Zilian, wait a moment."
Ji Xinyao stopped him, trotted up to him, and held his hand.
"Anything else?"
"Put your head down."
He thought she wanted to whisper something to him, so he bent down and put his ear to her.
Unexpectedly, Ji Xinyao turned his head, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his forehead gently.
Song Zilian's eyes suddenly brightened, and the values on the virtual screen in front of him that had been silent for a long time suddenly jumped.
Ji Xinyao's kiss just now was sincere.
Song Zilian looked into her eyes and gently rubbed his forehead with hers, as a response to her kiss just now.
He said nothing, gently let go of her hand, and walked outside Dongyuan.
The next day, Ji Xinyao woke up early and received a message from Ji Chengye, asking her to arrive at the place of worship at 8:30 in the morning. He was afraid that she would not find it, so he even sent her a map to guide her.
It was a small, rather side hall, relatively close to the cemetery.
As soon as Ji Xinyao left, she saw Ji Chengye and his family waiting for her in the palace.
The master hired by Ji Chengye didn't look like a Chinese at first sight. Ji Xinyao pretended not to understand, quickly pulled Ji Chengye and asked in a low voice, "Dad, is this master really from Longquan Temple? Why don't I look right?
Is it similar?"
Ji Chengye pretended to glare at her, "Xinyao, how can you be disrespectful to the master? The master is just a little shady, but he is still very proficient in doing things."
Ji Xinyao nodded, pretending to believe his lies.
"Since everyone is here, let's get started. Start early and finish early." She said with a smile.
Ji Chengye shook his head, "That's not possible. Master has calculated the time. You can only do things when the time comes. Xinyao, please sit down for a while, let's wait."
Ji Xinyao didn't believe in the timing, but it was just that the master and the people in the Ji family villa needed to cooperate and start a forum at the same time.
I don’t know if Song Zilian is here now.
It was not until nine o'clock that the master gave a signal and asked his young apprentice to call them over to prepare for the ritual.
He spoke a lot of Chinese with strange accents, but Ji Xinyao didn't understand it, so she quietly asked Ji Chengye, "Dad, is he speaking human language?"
"Ji Xinyao, why are you talking so much today? I'm telling you, I'm disrespectful to the master. What they're talking about is scripture. Of course we ordinary people can't understand it!"
Ji Xinyao looked at the angry look on his face, and only repeated three words in her heart: He is anxious, he is anxious!