Liu Mingzhi stopped in front of the temple door and glanced curiously at the four clay statues of the Dharma Protectors beside the door.
Liu Dashao looked at these clay statues of the Dharma Protector indifferently. He always felt that these clay Buddha statues were a bit ferocious, and felt that they were not in line with his own aesthetics.
However, in the concept of Buddhist monks, these Dharma Protector Vajras are just Vajras with angry eyes, only to kill demons and protect peace in a place.
Therefore, in Buddhism, there is a saying that the Vajra has angry eyes to kill demons and demons; the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows to save all living beings.
Liu Mingzhi withdrew his gaze. His understanding of Buddhism was limited to the TV series in his previous life. He knew nothing about the real Buddhist mottos.
Otherwise, when Liao Fan went to Yingzhou to pay a visit to Young Master Liu after returning from Buddhist scriptures, Young Master Liu would not have been confused by the set of Buddhist principles he talked about during the chat.
Looking at the pilgrims coming and going in Huguo Temple, Liu Mingzhi took stock of the environment in Huguo Temple.
Many pilgrims came in and out, and among them were three or two young monks wearing monk robes to give directions to the pilgrims.
Liu Mingzhi touched his purse, took out a piece of broken silver and held it in his hand, then walked towards the Main Hall of Huguo Temple.
Liu Mingzhi didn't want to waste his money on such a place, but he was afraid that if he didn't donate some sesame oil money, he would not be able to see the old monk Huifa.
As he gradually approached the Main Hall, Liu Mingzhi could already hear the sound of monks chanting Buddhist scriptures in the hall.
Listening to those difficult-to-read and mysterious Buddhist scriptures, Mr. Liu's somewhat irritable heart calmed down. He stopped and glanced at the Main Hall. Liu Mingzhi narrowed his eyes and thought for a while before continuing to walk towards the Main Hall.
This Dahuguo Temple seems to be different from the temple I imagined.
There seems to be something.
"Amitabha, I didn't expect that I would meet an old friend from the past in the temple. It is really a great fate. I am so wise and polite. I have met Donor Liu."
Young Master Liu was stunned, and subconsciously turned to look to the right.
Under a tall horse chestnut tree, I saw the kind-hearted old monk Huifa leaning on a broom in his arms, holding rosary beads in his hands and looking at himself with a smile.
Looking at the fallen leaves piled up on the ground, it was obvious that Huifa was cleaning the fallen leaves in the temple.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the fallen leaves on the ground with a strange expression. Will leaves also fall this season?
Liu Mingzhi came to his senses and walked towards Monk Hui Pharaoh. Finally he met a person who could speak Chinese. It was really not easy.
"Liu passed by a treasured place and came in to pay a visit out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, he met an old Zen master. Liu was polite and hoped that the old Zen master would not blame him for his troubles.
"It is an honor for Huguo Temple to have a distinguished guest come to our door. If Donor Liu has nothing to do, why not drink a cup of fragrant tea at the back of the palace?"
"Is this appropriate?"
"Haha! If you have nothing to do, please go to the Three Treasures Hall. Since Donor Liu has entered the temple, you are destined to be my Buddha. Please come!"
"It's hard to refuse such kindness, old Zen master, you and I invite you together."
Monk Hui Pharaoh picked up the broom in his arms, leaned it on the wall with a nonchalant look, and took the lead to meet Young Master Liu and walk toward the back of the hall.
After half a stick of incense, in the abbot's room, Liu Dashao, Huifa and the others knelt down on the futon.
Huifa picked up the boiling water that had just been boiled, made two cups of tea with tedious steps, and placed one cup in front of Young Master Liu.
Liu Mingzhi took a deep breath while smelling the tea that was full of strong tea aroma.
"Good tea. It seems that you monks are richer than the Taoist priests. The Taoist priests are not willing to drink this tea worth thousands of silver. Just now I saw that the incense in the temple is very prosperous. I am afraid that I will spend a lot of money to collect sesame oil every day."
Monk Huifa was stunned for a moment, with a hint of embarrassment on his face and smiled twice.
"Among all living beings, who can truly become a person outside the world of mortals? No matter how the monks in the temple, I dare not speak falsely, and I never ask anything about the affairs of the temple. Everything is handled by the Discipline Academy. Maybe I am definitely not what Donor Liu thinks.
Monk, this tea is a gift from a good friend of my old monk. Donor Liu please taste the tea."
Huifa's calmness made Liu Mingzhi stunned for a moment. He nodded thoughtfully, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Good tea. I'm afraid the old Zen master's friend is a great dragon man."
Huifa was stunned and nodded slightly: "Almsgiver has a wise eye!"
"Haha, it's not because of Liu's wisdom, but because this Jinshan Yunmist has no property anywhere except the land of Jinzhong. Your friend is really generous. I think you are usually reluctant to drink it. Liu is very honored.
To be able to taste such a famous tea that is rare in the world in a foreign country."
"Thank you, old Zen Master, for your kindness. Liu is honored."
"So that's it. I'm stupid. But after all, the wine, sex, power and wealth are external possessions. No matter how good the tea is, someone must know how to taste it so that its pearl will not be dusted."
"It is not necessarily an honor for the Jinshan Cloud and Mist to be able to enter the mouth of Donor Liu!"
"Old Zen Master really thinks too highly of Liu. Liu is just a common person in the world, and cannot compare to Old Zen Master, an accomplished monk who is far away from the world."
"Donor Liu is joking, everyone says that people who are outside the realm are human beings."
"Can the old Zen master interpret the signatures?"
"Huh? What do you mean, Donor Liu?"
"Liu has been disturbed by something on his mind recently and can't calm down. It is precisely because of this that he entered the temple gate to see if he could soothe his heart with the peaceful atmosphere in the temple. Unexpectedly, it happened to be the right time.
I have to meet the old Zen master."
"Liu thought that an eminent monk like the old Zen master would definitely be able to interpret autographs and test characters. How about the old Zen master help Mr. Liu relieve his worries?"
The old monk Huifa looked at Young Master Liu with clear eyes for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
"Sure enough, Lao Na's words are serious. Donor Liu will not go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason!"
"Forget it, I do know a little bit about the art of destiny. Since Donor Liu is destined to visit the temple, I might as well go with the flow and form a good relationship with Donor Liu."
"Donor Liu, please wait a moment. I'm going to get some things. I wonder if Donor Liu wants to draw lots or have a calligraphy test?"
Liu Mingzhi pondered for a moment and gently pressed the table.
"Test the words!"
"Okay, Donor Liu, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go."
"No problem!"
During the tea time, Huifa came in holding the Four Treasures of the Study, placed the Four Treasures of the Study on the table, and knelt down on the futon again.
Putting the rice paper in front of Young Master Liu, Huifa looked at Young Master Liu with a faint smile.
"Donor Liu, please give me a calligraphy treasure. I wonder what word Donor Liu wants to test?"
Liu Mingzhi took the pen and fell silent, looking at the rice paper in front of him without writing.
Monk Hui Pharaoh had no intention of convening. He held the teacup in his hand and began to drink slowly, as if Mr. Liu opposite him did not exist.
Liu Mingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and wandered around the room with the pen in hand, obviously thinking about which word to measure would be more appropriate.
Monk Hui Pharaoh tasted three cups of tea in a row, and then Young Master Liu knelt down on the futon again, dipped his brush in ink and hung it on the rice paper.
"Buddhism has the theory of past, present and future."
"Don't mention the past, cherish the present, only the future is hard to talk about."
“They say the future is predictable but immeasurable!”
"In this case, let's use the word "wei" as the base for future!"
After Liu Mingzhi took up his pen and wrote the word "无" on the rice paper, he put down his pen and placed the rice paper in front of Monk Hui Pharaoh.
"Old Zen Master, please!"
Monk Hui Pharaoh put down his tea cup and picked up the rice paper and started to read. After a long time, Monk Hui's bright and clear eyes became a little complicated. He raised his eyes and glanced at the face opposite him, which looked hesitant.
"Donor Liu, do you know the Buddhist saying that the Dharma is not transmitted to the six ears?"
Liu Mingzhi was startled and nodded slightly.
"Don't worry, Old Zen Master. What happened today will come from your mouth and into my ears, and no third party will know about it. If Old Zen Master can clear up the confusion, you might as well speak frankly."
Huifa put down the rice paper in his hand and gently rubbed the rosary beads.
"Judging from this word, Donor Liu has a very big plan!"
Liu Mingzhi's eyes narrowed with a glint of light, he raised his hand to pick up the tea and took a sip, looking at the old monk Hui Pharaoh quietly.
"Old Zen Master, there are some things you don't dare to say nonsense!"
"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. I only say the true meaning of every word. I wonder if Donor Liu needs me to continue deciphering words?"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the somewhat enigmatic old monk Hui Pharaoh, his eyes kept turning and he was silent for a while.