"Permission..." The little monk was extremely nervous. One look at him showed that he was still very young.
Qingmeng put her hand on the young monk's shoulder and said softly: "Take me to the temple, I can't find the way."
"Okay... okay..." The little monk shivered, thinking in his mind: "Could it be a robber?" Qingmeng glanced at him and yelled: "Quickly leave!"
"Yes!" the little monk shouted loudly, leading the way for Qingmeng with lingering fear.
The leaves on the mountain have all disappeared, and the animals have long disappeared. Just halfway through, you can hear the ringing of the temple bells and the chanting of monks. Every sound of the bells can be heard.
In people's hearts, everyone's heart will become peaceful.
Outside the temple gate, an old monk was sweeping the snow. The young monk hurriedly grabbed the big broom and said distressedly: "Master, I'll sweep the ground."
Qingmeng looked down at the old monk, who was wearing a red checkered cassock, had kind eyes, a kind face, a pair of big ears full of blessings, snow-white eyebrows, and no hair.
The old monk said unhurriedly: "Jingkong, Master ordered you to sweep the snow in the morning, but it has already arrived at this hour. Isn't it the time to pick up firewood?"
The young monk suddenly remembered that the firewood had been left in the mountains. He lowered his head. He had forgotten to sweep away the snow in the morning, and now that he had not picked up the firewood, it seemed that a scolding was inevitable.
Qing Meng respectfully asked the old monk: "May I ask who the old gentleman is?"
"I am the abbot of Lingyun Temple. My lord can come here, which really brings glory to the small temple." The old monk clasped his hands together and bent down to return the courtesy.
Qingmeng was shocked. He never knew who had leaked the news. He was very surprised and asked: "How did the elder get the status of this subordinate?"
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The old abbot smiled and replied: "My lord is different from ordinary people. Even though he is dressed in beggar's clothes, I can still see through it."
He turned around and asked the young monk: "Have you brought back the firewood today?"
"Snatched by thieves..." The young monk obviously didn't know how to tell lies. He kept tugging at the corners of his clothes and didn't dare to look forward.
The old abbot sighed and replied: "If you tell a lie, you have to use ten lies to make up for it. Why bother?"
Qingmeng defended him, but the old abbot just smiled and did not deal with the matter. The three of them went to the back room, and the old abbot ordered the young monk to make tea.
The Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva sitting on the altar is so kind and beautiful. With the reflection of the sun's rays, the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva seems to be shining with golden light. After Qingmeng paid homage to the Bodhisattva, he sat on the ground beside the table, where the old abbot sat.
opposite.
"Amitabha, my lord came here to burn incense and worship the Buddha. I think my lord must have something on his mind." The old abbot asked with one hand raised and his eyes closed.
"Great Elder, I do have something on my mind, and I would like to ask the Great Elder to be more enlightened." Qingmeng stepped forward and replied.
The old abbot smiled and said: "My lord, it's okay to say it. The Bodhisattva is by my side. I will never tell lies or say harmful words."
Qing Meng then told the story about Lou Ning from beginning to end. He expressed that he wanted to find two bodyguards for General Lou Ning to return home with him, but he could not find any suitable people.
"Amitabha!" The old abbot clasped his hands together and sighed softly.
The young monk came over with tea, divided it between the two of them, and went out to clear the snow. The old abbot glanced at the figure of the young monk, then turned to advise Qingmeng: "My lord, if you want to take care of me, in addition to guards, you will also need to be guarded."
You need to bring someone who is eloquent so that he can realize his mistakes.
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After all, there is no limit to the sea of suffering, but turning back is the end."
"Who can the Great Elder recommend?" Qing Meng became interested and pushed the tea aside.
The old abbot took a sip of tea and gently placed it on the table. The tea leaves in the cup were floating.
The old abbot pointed to the young monk beside him: "I have no one to recommend, only my young disciple Shi Jingkong."
Qingmeng was extremely surprised: "Isn't the Great Elder making fun of me? Just him? Normally he can't understand what he's saying, so how can he convince Wang Fu?"
"A monk will never lie. If my lord believes what I say, my chances of winning will be three-thirds." The old abbot was obviously very confident.
"Why is the Great Elder so confident?" Qing Meng raised his eyebrows, with a suspicious look on his face.
"My disciple Jingkong is dull on the surface, but in fact he has the great path of Buddhism in his heart..." The old abbot narrowed his eyes into a straight line, and his face was calm and composed.
Qingmeng was confused by these unfathomable words. He had always respected Buddhism, so he listened to the old abbot's words and decided to bring Shi Jingkong with him.
The old abbot packed a bag for Shi Jingkong and called Shi Jingkong. Shi Jingkong knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few times, and then walked out of the temple with Qing Meng.
There was a great monk nearby who asked: "Jingkong left the temple and entered the mortal world. How can we ensure that he will not contract the bad habits of the world?"
The old abbot clasped his hands together and silently recited a few lines of Huineng's "Bodhisattva"