The arrogance of the city

Chapter 272 Although the Dharma is extensive, love is hard to overcome

After leaving the stupa, Gong Zhengyu didn't just walk out of this thousand-year-old temple.She passed the Sansheng Hall, bypassed the Daxiong Hall, and walked towards the depths of the temple.

She seemed to be no stranger to this place, turning left and right, and finally came to the northeast corner of the monastery, which was rarely visited by people.

There were hardly any tourists and pilgrims here, and the environment was very simple. What appeared in front of her was a thatched hut that was far different from the majestic and magnificent hall.

There is a vegetable garden about ten meters long in front of the house, which grows very common vegetables, which seems to be isolated from the troubles of the world.

At this time, an old monk was standing in front of the vegetable garden, bending over to take care of the vegetables. His large cassock was worn out, but it was clean.

Thatched huts, vegetable gardens, old monks... these scenes undoubtedly added a touch of Zen to this thousand-year-old temple, but it's a pity that only Gong Zhengyu can see it.

"Amitabha, the old man is here, and the poor monk is far away to welcome him."

The old monk seemed to have noticed Gong Zhengyu's existence, he straightened up and turned around, clasping his hands together.

"Since he is an old friend, why should the master be so polite?"

Gong Zhengyu walked in slowly, looking at the kind-hearted old monk, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"The benefactor is right."

The old monk raised his head, looked at Gong Zhengyu, and said with a peaceful smile, "It's the poor monk who is making a fool of himself."

"The master lived here in thatched hut, separated from the world of mortals, devoted himself to cultivating Buddhism, and ignored worldly affairs for decades. I don't know if he can get a glimpse of the true meaning of Buddhism now?"

Gong Zhengyu squinted his long and narrow eyes, the scarlet at the corners of his eyes looked like a green bamboo leaf waiting for an opportunity.

"The Dharma is boundless, the poor monk is dull, and he has not yet achieved the Dao."

The old monk said softly, as if he didn't notice Gong Zhengyu's aggressiveness.

"Since this is the case, isn't it a waste of time for Master to live in seclusion here?"

The corners of Gong Zhengyu's mouth curled up slightly, full of sarcasm.

"The Dharma is natural, and the poor monk likes to be quiet. Living alone here is considered to be his own pleasure. Besides, the poor monk prays for the world day and night, so how can we talk about wasting?"

The kindness and tranquility in the eyes of the old monk formed a sharp contrast with Gong Zhengyu. He smiled lightly and said, "Do what you like and do what you are not ashamed of. This is the Buddha that the poor monk understands."

"Do what you like? Do what you deserve?"

Gong Zhengyu's eyes narrowed, her smile suddenly retracted, and her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "The monks don't tell lies, dare to ask the master if you really have a clear heart?!"

The old monk didn't respond. He lowered his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, and recited again: "Amitabha."

The Buddha's voice was long and long, but it did not save Hua Gong Zhengyu's evil spirit. On the contrary, it was like sparks, which made her emotions boil instantly.

"Buddhism claims to be merciful, but dare to ask Master Longkong, you pray for all living beings day and night, but why do you stand by and watch your disciples go to death?!"

If Gong Zhengyu's words were heard by outsiders, they would probably be stunned.

Who would have imagined that this old monk who lived alone in a thatched hut would be Master Longkong, the former abbot of Qixia Temple, and a Buddhist master with many prominent titles on his head? !

The old man was adopted by Buddhism since he was a child, and he has been converted to my Buddha all his life. Now that he is over seventy years old, he has trained Buddhist disciples and has taken control of the overall situation in various Buddhist colleges. Every year, people who come to the temple and want to visit him can go from inside the temple to outside the temple!

Monks have no real power?
Don't forget, Buddhism, that's a religion!
Everyone understands that the more powerful and rich a person is, the more superstitious they are!

This is simply a wealth of connections that makes people tremble just thinking about it.

But in his whole life, the old man only admitted to accepting one female disciple.

But it is a pity that Fuyuan, the woman with deep roots of wisdom, was extremely shallow, trapped by love, and finally passed away sadly.

Perhaps it was because of Gong Zhengyu's words that he recalled the past, the old monk's eyes were slightly dazed, and then he said softly: "The poor monk is an outsider, unable to intervene in the affairs of the world, besides, it was her own choice, and now ten years have passed. Why should the benefactor still be brooding?"

"It seems that the master still remembers, I thought the master had forgotten."

Gong Zhengyu's laughter was full of hostility.

After all, she could actually call the old man in front of her a master. After her senior sister led her into Buddhism, she was also taught by the old man, but the old man didn't admit it.

"To live in this world is to cultivate. How can you enjoy life and why should you die?"

The old monk clasped his hands together, sighed softly, with a look of compassion.

Gong Zhengyu sneered.

She also believed that the Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, but the death of her senior sister instantly overturned her view of Buddhism, and her temperament changed drastically. Once she rebelled against Buddhism, she set off a bloody storm, and thus achieved her current reputation. The magnificent Bamboo Leaf Green.

In other words, no one would be able to believe that Daomadan, who kills without blinking an eye, was actually cultivated by Buddhism. I have to admit that this is indeed a huge black humor.

"The benefactor is too murderous, it's better to be more self-disciplined."

The old monk reminded softly.

Gong Zhengyu sneered: "What? Is the master going to clean up the house?"

The old monk didn't speak, but put his palms together, and silently recited the Buddha's name, with a sad look on his face.

"The master once said that the senior sister has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, but the Buddha never protected the senior sister at all. Fortunately, although the Buddha is ruthless, the sky is merciful!"

"Master, does the master know that the son of the senior sister has not disappeared, and is now in the East China Sea. The child and the senior sister really look alike."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

The scarlet at the corner of Gong Zhengyu's mouth became more and more intense: "I remember the master once said that everyone can become a Buddha or a demon. When a senior sister enters the Buddhist gate, she will be pure-hearted and will not fight or rob, and eventually she will die , Master wants me to follow in her footsteps?"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "If she is still alive, she must not want to see you like this."

Thinking of the figure who walked into the mountain gate holding his hand, Gong Zhengyu's expression softened slightly.

"Master, although you are not a man of the world of mortals, you must be very clear that in the secular world, your Buddhist methods will not work."

She glanced at the old monk for the last time, then turned around suddenly without any nostalgia.

"The ancient scroll and blue lantern are not my way! My senior sister, Gong Zhengyu, has the grace of reinvention. Even if I fall into the way of magic forever in this life, I will protect her children forever!"

The voice gradually faded away, but it became more and more exciting!
The haggard old monk stood where he was, with an extremely complicated expression, clasped his hands together, and said in a long voice: "Amitabha."

"Uncle, the benefactor of the palace is too obsessed, and he is afraid of causing karmic obstacles."

At some point, a monk appeared by his side.Wearing a gorgeous cassock, it is in stark contrast to the old monk.

If a monk in the temple sees it, he will respectfully call him host.

The contemporary abbot of Qixia Temple looked at Gong Zhengyu's resolute back and sighed softly.

Of the two disciples my uncle accepted back then, one died and the other fell into a demon. How sad?Excuse me?
"The old monk only hopes that her luck will be better than her senior sister."

The abbot of Qixia Temple was startled for a moment, then turned his head: "Uncle Master, what you mean is... the benefactor of the palace also has affection?"

The old monk did not answer, he looked at the direction where Gong Zhengyu was leaving, as if he had watched his only closed disciple go down the mountain to go to robbery, and slowly closed his eyes: "Amitabha."

Buddhism is vast.

Doomsday.

(End of this chapter)