Almighty flower care master

Without any hesitation, Qin Yang went directly into the gazebo, sat down opposite the old monk, held the teacup in his hand, drank it in one gulp, and said loudly: "Good tea."

The old monk smiled slightly and said: "Drinking tea smells the fragrance and food, how can you taste the taste by swallowing cattle and drinking? Seeing the donor's heart is like a rock, which is different from ordinary people. It's just that the hostility is too strong, and the heart energy rushes out. This tea, I'm afraid It's tasteless to drink."

Qin Yang smiled faintly: "Whether it's good to drink tea or water, it's nothing more than quenching your thirst. Master, an outsider, why should you be so obsessed with these trivial details?"

The old monk looked slightly surprised, and softly praised, and said: "The words of the benefactor awakened the dreamer, but the old monk has made a fool of himself."

While talking, he lightly raised his wrist, poured another cup of tea for Qin Yang, and invited, "Benefactor, please have a second cup."

Qin Yang didn't know who this old monk was or what his status was in Lingguang Temple, but judging from his appearance, his grace and demeanor certainly wouldn't be too low in status, he nodded slightly, picked up his teacup, and took a big sip.

The old monk's eyes flickered, looking at the teacup in Qin Yang's hand, he saw that the tea soup sank to the bottom in the teacup, Qin Yang's sip was still haphazard, but he left some leeway.

He nodded lightly, his brows were thoughtful, and he said after a while: "Does the benefactor know why the old monk brought you here?"

"I don't know." Qin Yang replied.

"You are straightforward." The old monk was not surprised, and said, "I recite sutras and pray for blessings in this pavilion every day. What I chant is the Diamond Sutra, and what I pray for is the blessings of all people. But the world's clamor is all for fame and fortune. There is no one here, so if you can calm down and listen to the Buddha's mercy once or twice, you have heard it, and you are here, you are destined."

"I don't even know the reason why you brought me here is because of fate?" Qin Yang asked in surprise.

The old monk smiled and said: "I know that there is a predestined law for knowing, but I don't know that there is a predestined law for not knowing."

Qin Yang asked: "What is the fate of knowing? What is the fate of not knowing?"

The old monk was silent for a while, and said: "Just like all living beings in the world, they are born knowing that they are human, but you, the benefactor, don't know what kind of person you are."

Qin Yang was silent, and said, "Master, what do you want to say?"

Seeing the tired look on Qin Yang's face, the old monk smiled helplessly and said, "The benefactor is quite interesting."

Qin Yang said modestly: "Master, you are more interesting."

Qin Yang said these words calmly, but actually his heart was full of turmoil. The old monk said that he knew he was human, but he didn't know what kind of person he was. Know the secret?

If at the beginning, Qin Yang still felt that the old monk was a little pretending to be a ghost, at this time, he was very sure that this old monk had some strange ways of doing things.

The master is good at chanting Buddha, but not good at bickering. He smiled slightly, but didn't answer or speak.

In the end, Qin Yang couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I don't quite understand what the master said just now."

The smile on the old monk's face grew wider, and in Qin Yang's eyes, it looked like a fox stealing. The old monk said, "Actually, I don't understand either."

Qin Yang spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Master, you are lying."

The old monk looked serious, shook his head slightly, and said: "Why did the almsgiver say such a thing, monks, absolutely do not lie."

Qin Yang smiled wryly, and said, "Then what am I doing here? Master, you can't just dismiss me like this."

The old monk was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

"I do not believe."

"Then what do you believe in?"

"I believe in myself."

"You don't even believe in Buddha, what else can I say to you?" The old monk sighed regretfully.

Qin Yang was slightly startled, and said: "Master, listen to what you said, should I say that I have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and it is a great regret not to become a monk?"

He said this rather narrowly, but the old monk nodded seriously, and said: "The almsgiver indeed has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, and there is a great chance."

Then he was silent again, and said: "But the donor's six roots are not clean, and he committed peach blossoms. The place of Buddhist meditation is probably not suitable for you."

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and said equally seriously: "As long as you don't arrest me here as a monk, you can talk about anything, including incense money."

The old monk smiled wryly and said, "Money, fame and fortune are like floating clouds and muck, so why bother to be persistent."

"I heard that Lingguang Temple's incense is at its peak, and the money is being raised every day. The master thinks it's dung, so why accept the money?" Qin Yang asked.

The old monk said lightly: "Some people pay for peace of mind, others pay for fame and power, each seeks what he gets, why should the benefactor be persistent."

Qin Yang said speechlessly: "You are right when you are right, and you are right when you are wrong, so what else can I say?"

The old monk glanced at him, and said unhurriedly: "To live in peace in the world, not to mention, is also a great realm."

Qin Yang then lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and said in admiration: "Master, you are a great realm, and the younger generation sighs."

The old monk smiled, picked up the teapot to refill the tea, and said, "Have another cup."

Qin Yang asked: "What will this third cup of tea taste like?"

"Peace and joy in the world, ups and downs, all have various tastes. Whatever kind of taste the benefactor wants, then, that's the kind of taste." The old monk said peacefully.

Qin Yang was in awe, it really was a great realm.

He just took a sip of the third cup of tea, let the tea slip from the tip of his tongue into his throat, pursed his lips, and said, "It's tasteless."

"The benefactor drank the first cup of tea, and the nose was bitter, and the second cup of tea left a fragrance on his teeth and cheeks. The third cup of tea was tasteless and tasteless. What's the reason?" the old monk asked suspiciously.

"No matter how good something is, after three times, it will become dull." Qin Yang said.

The old monk was furious, "Dead wood cannot be carved."

Qin Yang clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "The master taught me that."

The corner of the old monk's mouth twitched slightly, and he said: "The benefactor drinks three cups of tea from me, and I will give him a gift, and I hope the benefactor will not dislike being shabby."

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he said again and again: "No, absolutely not."

Judging by the status of the old monk, what he took out must not be too bad. Although Qin Yang doubted the purpose of the old monk to lure him here, he could not say much about the mystery of his identity. Say more.

And he also knows that this gift is a staged summary of this meeting, and it is a rare time for him to come, so it is good to be able to take something back.

The old monk shook his sleeves, shook off a Buddhist scripture, gently wiped off the dust on it, handed it to Qin Yang, and said: "This Diamond Sutra has been with me for decades, and I will give it to you today. I hope you will read it carefully. Read it every day, and read it every night.”

Qin Yang's face turned bitter, and it was fine to give him a tattered Buddhist scripture, but he actually asked himself to recite it day and night. How is this any different from a monk with hair on his back?

"Looking at you, master, you are not a mortal, but the things you sent out are so ordinary, it is really disappointing." Qin Yang said very unhappy.

The old monk looked solemnly, and said: "The benefactor is serious. You and I are mortals. Things are ordinary, but they have spirituality. I hope the benefactor will cherish them with kindness."

"Then thank you." Qin Yang took the Diamond Sutra, put it in his pocket, and said, "Lingguang Temple has been built for more than a thousand years, so there must be a few precious old antiques. Treat money like dung, do you want to give me one or two Buddhist sacred objects to enlighten my dull mind and cleanse my restless heart?"

The old monk stretched out a finger, pointed in the direction of the gate, and said in a loud voice, "Get out of here."

Qin Yang sighed, he was too stingy to be an eminent monk, so he ran away in despair.

The door of the apse was closed, and a small door was quietly opened. A yellow-robed monk slowly entered, whispered a Buddha's name, and said, "Master, the boy is rude, why should he be treated so kindly?"

The old monk stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and said leisurely: "Playing and joking, doing whatever you want naturally, asking for what you want, not asking for what you don't want, this is the real great wisdom."

The yellow-robed monk looked awe-inspiring and hurriedly asked, "What does Master mean?"

The old monk glanced at him and asked, "What is your pursuit?"

The yellow-robed monk hesitated for a moment, then said: "What I pursue is the way of the world, and what I pursue is the emptiness of everything."

"Then what is he pursuing?" the old monk asked again.

"I don't know." The yellow-robed monk said honestly.

"What he pursues is unrestrained, unrestrained happiness, what he pursues is the heart of a child, he is a person with great opportunities and great luck, and he cannot be restrained by you and me." Old Zeng said infatuatedly.

"Then why did the master give him a copy of the Diamond Sutra?" The yellow-robed monk was still puzzled.

The old monk hesitated for a while, then said, "Then what do you think I can give him?"

The yellow-robed monk was speechless, chanting the Buddha again and again, but his eyes were full of bewilderment.

……

The yellow-robed monk was at a loss, and Qin Yang was also at a loss, but unlike the yellow-robed monk who had to face a boring old monk, compared to Qin Yang, Lin Weiwei was cute, cute, innocent and romantic, and Qin Yang would undoubtedly be able to make these things go away quickly. Things get forgotten.

To him, it doesn't matter who the old monk is, and it doesn't matter what the old monk knows. The important thing is that the old monk didn't tell him what he knows and thinks.

This makes Qin Yang very satisfied. He is not afraid of trouble, but he hates trouble, and the mystery of his body is too terrifying. If it is not necessary, he will never allow outsiders to know, except for the closest few people, even I only know a little bit of fur.

Out of the apse, Qin Yang quickly came to the Daxiong Palace, looked around, but couldn't see Lin Weiwei's figure, took out his mobile phone to look, and then realized that he had stayed in the apse for almost an hour, I'm afraid Lin Weiwei had already After fulfilling his wish, he was waiting for him outside.

Qin Yang was worried that Lin Weiwei would be anxious to find what he was looking for, so he walked out of the temple quickly, and when he left the courtyard gate, he saw a graceful figure standing there under the two cypresses of life and death from a distance.

Seeing that figure, Qin Yang's mind moved slightly, and his footsteps subconsciously slowed down, lest he accidentally destroy the beautiful scenery...