Lu Enxi stepped over the wooden threshold of more than ten centimeters high and walked into the wing. In the bright candlelight, he saw the old man sitting cross-legged on the futon. Although he had shaved his head, there was no scar on his head, and his face was peaceful.
The expression on his face was very light, rather arrogant and thorough.
If you look carefully, this face is somewhat similar to Teng Mengmei.
Is he related to Mr. Teng by blood?
His young apprentice never mentioned this. Presumably at his young age, the master was not willing to reveal more of his thoughts.
He was tapping the wooden fish slowly with one hand, and the gentle rhythm was inexplicably soothing.
Compared with Mr. Teng's indifference and seriousness, the old man in front of him was much kinder.
Lu Enxi said softly, "Hello, Master Kongming."
Si Bo Nian suspected that he was seriously ill, so he actually accompanied Lu Enxi to fool around. She wanted to visit the old monk, but not only did he not stop her, he also came with her.
Without seeing the old man talking, Si Boyian passed by Lu Enxi and walked diagonally in front of her, blocking half of her with his tall body. "Master obviously heard it, why didn't you answer?"
Kong Ming's hand that knocked on the wooden fish hung there, then gently put it down, "You are not me, how do you know I can hear you?"
Si Bo Nian's expression remained unchanged, as calm as if he was a senior monk who had practiced Buddhism for hundreds of years. "Master is proficient in Buddhism and has no worries. He can naturally understand the voices of all living beings."
Lu Enxi was slightly surprised, why did Si Bo Nian talk to the monk in the same way?
Where did you learn these words?
Kong Ming still said in a calm tone, "I have no worries, so where did the voice come from? They are just obsessions. What's the difference between listening and not listening?"
Lu Enxi was tired. She was not sure that she could talk to the master. He was too profound.
Si Bo young smiled, "You worship the Buddha Guanyin every day and listen to the chants of the faithful men and women. Why, the master is smarter than them? If you don't listen, how can you save people?"
Kongming half-closed his eyes and lowered his eyelids, as if he was looking at something, but he didn't look at anything at all. "Buddha is the one who saves himself, and all things are predestined."
Lu Enxi's head hurt because of the confusion. How could it be more difficult to understand than a brick-thick legal document?
Si Bo Nian said, "I heard that Buddhism pays attention to enlightenment. Even if you are destined, you still need the master's guidance, otherwise you will just be spinning in circles no matter how hard you think about it. The master should know about becoming a Buddha standing upright. If there is no Zen master who explains it,
Where did he come from?"
Lu Enxi's eyes stayed on him and couldn't look away for a while.
Did Si Bo Nian do his homework in advance?
Finally, Kong Ming stopped walking in circles, and his eyes returned to clarity from the half-asleep state. He used the light outside the window to look at the young man in front of him. After a moment, his expression changed slightly.
"The donor didn't come to me to discuss Buddhism. What's the matter?"
Si Bo Nian said, "To be precise, it's your business."
Kong Ming said calmly, "What can happen if a poor monk becomes a monk?"
Lu Enxi thought that she had to say something, otherwise the two of them would go around in circles and stun her again, "I came from Mr. Teng Mengmei, do you know him?"
Kong Ming said, "I know."
"Are you... brothers?" Judging from your appearance and age, there seems to be no other possibility besides brothers, right?
Kong Ming said, "I am a Buddhist and have no brothers or sisters."
So that’s it?
Lu Enxi said, "There was an inextricable knot between you and Mr. Teng. Maybe Master, you have overcome it through Buddhism, but your brother is still troubled by the knot, and he still can't let go of it even after he is over eighty years old. You
Since we are responsible for saving all sentient beings, shouldn’t we also save our own relatives?”
Kong Ming remained calm, as if brothers had long been out of his mind, "Female donor, this poor monk has no brothers."
Lu Enxi laughed angrily, "The old gentleman lives alone at the foot of the mountain. He looks up at the top of the mountain every day. He must want to meet you. How miserable must he be? You Buddhists don't kill, and you won't even crush an ant.
, can you bear to watch others suffer so much that life is worse than death?"
Kongming recited a Buddhist saying, and then said, "All kinds of suffering are the obsessions in the heart. It will not be painful if you let go of the obsessions. I can't help him."
Lu Enxi took a few steps forward and looked at the old man's face more carefully. She was very sure that this was the old Chinese medicine doctor's brother, "Master, you were also raised by your parents, right? You didn't just pop out of the cracks in the rocks."
Before Kong Ming spoke, Lu Enxi added, "I don't know anything about Buddhism, but I do understand the basic principles of flesh and blood. Your parents don't want to see their sons still not interacting with each other when they are old. They all say that people
Even if you are about to die, how many years can you still have to spend in this world? Is it okay to leave with regrets?"
Kong Ming said, "The female donor is very sharp-tongued, but the poor monk said that I don't have any worries in my heart."
"He does! He often sits in the yard in the dead of night and wipes his tears. How painful is it for an old man to cry?"
There was finally a wrinkle on Mingming's perfectly calm face, and he moved his mouth, "Why...why bother?"
Seeing that he was touched, Lu Enxi continued, "To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. If the master still cares about brotherly love, he should give him an answer. Don't let the old man go to the grave with regrets."
Kong Ming closed his eyes in a deep voice, temporarily closed the door of Buddhism, and opened the dusty door of the world of mortals. Maybe the past has long been covered with dust, and the ground is covered with dust at the slightest touch, and he is sitting among the past.
in, like a drowning person.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh, "Injustices are all... injustices."
He didn't say what it was specifically, and Lu Enxi didn't know what kind of hatred the two brothers had, so that one of them became a monk and the other waited bitterly at the foot of the mountain.
If it were a man and a woman, it would be a love that would move heaven and earth.
After Kong Ming regained his initial peace, Lu Enxi spoke again, "Master..."
This time Kong Ming did not speak to her, but looked at Si Bo Nian, who was sitting aside and always looking dismissively at the people around him, "Donor, come here."
Let him pass?
Lu Enxi was very afraid that Si Boyian would hurt someone with his mouth, so he hurriedly grabbed his uninjured arm and persuaded him, "Master has something to say to you, please come over."
Si Bo Nian frowned. Fortunately, this person was Lu Enxi. Try another one?
Kongming took his left hand, looked at it carefully, and said thoughtfully, "The poor monk knew by looking at the face of the donor that you are not an ordinary person. I didn't expect..."
Si Bo Nian was too lazy to listen to his pretense, "Why is this so unusual?"
Kong Ming said, "Although you are not yet thirty years old, your past experiences have been turbulent, but compared with the future, all the past is just a prologue."
"Really?" The tone was still indifferent and disdainful.
Lu Enxi pricked up his ears.
Kongming looked sad, "Your marriage, eh..."
Si Bo Nian didn't believe this. His mother once calculated his birth date, and the result was that he and Lu Enxi had a rough relationship and were not a good match. However, he did think so in his heart, and he had no intention of staying with her for a long time.
But now, even if the whole world turns its back on him, he will still go against heaven. No matter what gods and Buddhas, no matter what fate, unless her heart is given to others, he will definitely take her back.
He never believed in fate!
Before Kongming could finish speaking, he retracted his hand and said, "The master is an eminent monk, not a fortune teller on the street. I won't bother you with these trivial skills."
Kong Ming saw that he was stubborn and refused to listen, so he didn't lose his temper. Instead, he said patiently, "The life of the donor has been full of changes and ups and downs. He is really like a flying dragon in the clouds. However, if you don't listen to the old monk's words, you will still