See You Tonight, Master Su

Probably because of the great dharma meeting in a foreign country today, he was dressed more solemnly than last time in m country. A light golden cassock made him look energetic and bright in a buddhist robe.

There was a string of buddha beads in his hand and a large buddha bead hanging around his neck. In the sound of the wooden fish thumping nearby and the chanting of the monks, he looked at Su Minglang kindly and then at Xiaotaiyang, who was riding on tong tian and Su Minglang's neck. He folded his hands and saluted before saying' Amitabha' and greeted with a smile. "Two benefactors, long time no see."

Su Minglang looked at his face and smiled softly. "The abbot is still so strong. We are really destined to meet you after walking thousands of miles."

"Sit down!" Abbot Jingkong brushed his cassock and asked with a smile, "How is the benefactor?"

Su Minglang put down Xiaotaiyang, who was on his neck, then raised the corner of his lips and pulled out a gentle smile. "I'm not hiding it from the abbot. I've been a little troubled lately. I was just about to go to m country to listen to the abbot talk about the solution of zen, but I didn't expect to meet him here."

Abbot Jingkong smiled, his eyes shining as if he knew the world. "Life is short, and knowledge is boundless. Why should the benefactor suddenly have trouble?"

Trouble block, for buddhist language. It means persistent obsession, greed, anger, obsession, and so on.

Su Minglang narrowed his eyes with mixed emotions and stared at him with a somewhat unruly expression. "I am a vulgar person. Naturally, I am not as ordinary as a master. I can ignore the world's filth. Filth, disregard of human nature and ugly human nature. I put my heart so at ease. I am a good person, and I don't care about danger."

How profound! How strange!

Several people who came with him looked at each other, not understanding why he was fighting with an old monk, and even tong liang turned his eyes slightly to look at his cold and hard side face.

But she didn't say anything.

After spending so much time together, she had never believed that Su Minglang would not do anything useless, let alone say something inexplicable. No matter what he did or said, he had his own intentions. So, even if she didn't understand it at the moment, she was just watching.

Abbot Jingkong's eyelids were slightly closed, his palms clasped to his chest, and he said with a slow smile, "Benefactor, don't be evil when you hear evil, and a gentleman doesn't care about old evil!"

"Evil is evil! How can you not read the common sense of the world? The master taught me!" Su Minglang's voice was a little colder than ever, and his sinister eyes instantly lost their cool.

In contrast to his coldness, abbot Jingkong had always been gentle and right, "Benefactor, life in this world is like living among thorns, unmoving, people do not act rashly, not hurt; if the heart is moved rashly, people move rashly, hurt their bones, only then will you feel all the pain in the world. Why do you have to be so persistent?"

With a soft' oh'sound, Su Minglang's lips curved and his dark face suddenly filled with a smile. "What obsession does the master think is the hardest in life?"

Abbot Jingkong narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Minglang quietly. He was silent. You looked at me and I looked at you. He did not speak for a long time.

At this time, the bustle in the temple continued, regardless of the distance or distance, it was the noise of the crowd. Only the few people in front of the yellow curtain remained silent.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and heard abbot Jingkong say softly, "There are eight hardships in life, and all desires are bitter. But in this world, only emotion is the hardest!"

Love is the hardest! Surprised that abbot Jingkong, a monk, would have such an answer, Tong Hua's heart was almost shocked.

But she still didn't say anything.? Quietly, she looked at Su Minglang.

With one hand around her waist, Su Minglang's eyes softened and he continued to laugh clearly. "What's so hard about love? People outside the master know about love?"

"Amitabha -" abbot Jingkong put his hands together and chanted the buddhist chant. His eyes were far away and he looked at Su Minglang indifferently. He smiled meaningfully, "You see a smile, benefactor. Old nai had already jumped out of the mortal world, how could he have feelings? It's just that I see that you, the benefactor, have a fierce look on your face and a word of advice."

"Oh?" Su Minglang just smiled. "Abbot, please speak!"

"As soon as you think about it, all sorts of thoughts will rise. Rather than clinging to hatred, it's better to be at peace."

"Hehe, thank you so much for your kind words, but even though the way is in the way, a common person like me really can't understand it!"

"The donor was born into a rich family, and the hatred between the flesh and blood is normal. You should calm down!"

"If you hate me with all your heart, everything will be evil. Where is peace?"

The two of them spoke one by one, as if they were discussing and arguing. One was steady, the other was ruthless, the other was slow, but they could not listen to each other.

People like Ai Mu and A Caiji, who didn't understand anything at all, scratched their ears and scratched their cheeks. Their hearts were burning with anxiety, and they wanted them to stop. Tong Hua, who could understand the meaning of the words on the surface, did not know what medicine they were selling, nor did he know what the words meant.

The last time she was in country m, she could tell that Su Minglang respected abbot Jingkong very much. But today, whether it was the topic of Jingkong or the way he spoke, although it was not disrespectful, it was indeed more aggressive than it should have been.

And this was exactly what she did not quite understand, and abbot Jingkong was a little unusual today.

I remember that in the zen room of the temple in m country, that morning when the buddha tea was cooked, the abbot talked so freely, his eyes as clear as a crane. But now, as he wandered in the sun, his pale golden robes were stained with a kind of smoke that did not belong to the temple.

In addition, his words seemed to warn Su Minglang to let go of his obsession and hatred. However, these obsessions, these so-called "Violence" in his mouth, weren't they just hatred with su qi? But Jingkong, who was a man of high standing, was older. How can a sorcerer know?

Could it be that he could really see a person so clearly just by his looks?!

If that's the case, then he's too high-end!

It was not that she had destroyed her own authority and boosted the morale of others. In this case, she had every reason to believe that even the expert who had impressed her in the first place could not compare with him.

Thinking about it, Ai Mu couldn't help but lean over and put his mouth on her ear. "Tong Hua, what are they talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"

With a slight smile, Tong Hua touched Xiaotaiyang's head with his hand. "Zen masters are all about epiphanies. I'll explain it to you. How can I do that?!"

Ai Mu scratched his head and shook his head. "Epiphany? I can't understand it!"

Pulling down his face, Tong Hua said solemnly, "I can't understand. That's because you have no wisdom!"

Ai mu snorted, rolled his eyes at her and whispered, "Have you read too many novels? Crazy!"

Tong Hua narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile, "I don't read novels, do you?"

Hehe, hehe, yile. Ai mu winked at her and said jokingly, "Does Mo Yan count?"

Cough!

Almost choked by her words, Tong Hua lifted the back of his hand to inhale, suppressed the smile in his heart, and gave her a faint look. "You... Come on! How strange to hear the master talk about zen!"

Well, she actually understood half of it, half of it.

However, by this time, the two of them had already finished their "Questioning." Under Su Minglang's imposing gaze, abbot Jingkong silently recited the buddhist horn. Under the questioning of a group of people with half-understood expressions, he smiled slightly.

"Benefactor, there is a dharma meeting today. I have to pray and pray later. Why don't we talk about it another day?"

Su Minglang had deep eyes and a smile on his lips. "Master, do as you please."

Abbot Jingkong saluted again and asked with a smile, "Which one of you asked to sign?"

"I-" A Caiji had been waiting for a long time. Hearing Jingkong's question, he raised his hand. After some thought, she folded her hands and said respectfully, "Big. Sorcerer, I want to sign and ask about the marriage."

Sorcerer Jingkong lowered his eyes and said, "Please." A little monk beside him handed the cylinder in front of him with both hands. With his eyes closed and the cylinder shaking, he spoke with a sincere look of faith. Tong Hua could not help but sigh at the reverence of the naxi people to god.

After a short while, perhaps the words of good wishes were finished, ah zeji drew a bamboo stick from the cylinder with his eyes closed, handed it respectfully to sorcerer Jingkong, and repeated it carefully.

"Thank you, archmage. I want to... Ask about marriage." Her little face was red from the warm sun, full of anticipation.

Sorcerer Jingkong smiled and looked at the bamboo stick. Unexpectedly, his eyes paused for a second on the signature, and his smile shrank. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at A Caiji carefully. Then, with his right hand, he quickly turned the beads of buddha. "Little benefactor, how dare you ask your birth date?!"

"Birth date?"

A Caiji was very happy and his face was full of smiles. She knew that this kind of treatment must be because of her age. Only when the sorcerer knew brother and sister. Generally speaking, when a sorcerer is in longquan temple, he will not ask so many questions. He will only solve it according to the signature. She pursed her lips and smiled. The two patches of plateau red on the little girl's face became even more beautiful. With her eyebrows raised, she quickly reported her birth date to abbot Jingkong.

Tong Hua could see that she had prepared a lot for this time, a foreigner who knew even the eight characters of her birth.

"Amitabha -" his brows furrowed deeply. Abbot Jingkong called out a buddhist horn and looked at A Caiji with a dim gaze.

"Little benefactor, the way things are, all of a sudden, nothing serious. One thing of love, empty, can not be persistent. Otherwise, there might be a disaster in the near future!"

Disaster? His face turned white. A Caiji cared more about other things than disaster.

"Big. Sorcerer, can my Brother ah hei and I do it?"

Abbot Jingkong's hand holding the buddha's pearl did not stop, and his tone was unquestionable. "Little benefactor, put it down! Otherwise, disaster will come!"

Put it down? A disaster? Not only A Caiji, but even tong tian was scared.

She didn't say anything, but A Caiji asked anxiously, "Big. Sorcerer, is there any way to solve it?"

Abbot Jingkong shook his head and said, "Little benefactor, love is different from sinful deeds. It is only when you are in control of your heart that you will be safe. Otherwise, the great luo jinxian will not be able to help you. Let go of your sins and you will be safe."

"No..." A Caiji's face turned white.

As abbot Jingkong said these words, Tong Hua deliberately looked at the signature that A Caiji had just asked for. She saw that it clearly said,' it's not a coincidence that a marriage is made in heaven. We meet and reunite well. We listen to idle words in our ears. We live together for a hundred years."

And this, it is clearly a top sign, a good top sign, why would he sign it like this? As Tong Hua studied psychology, she also studied a lot of things in this area, especially as a domestic person. Tong Hua used to think it was amazing that she could spy on other people's life. Naturally, she thought it would be a great thing if she did. However, she had always been half a pot of water and had not received the true biography of zhan zishu. However, she really did not understand such a clear fact.

In silence, she took a step forward and walked to the front of the meditation.

Abbot Jingkong, I know a little about divination. I don't understand. It's clearly an autograph. Why do you say there's a disaster? If you don't put it down, it will be a disaster?"

His fingers moved the beads one by one, and abbot Jingkong looked at her. His kind eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was a buddha's light flowing in the bottom of his eyes, and his tone was much softer than before.

"Female benefactor, the signature must be accompanied by the birth date and the right person to sign it. Otherwise, his life was not worthy of signing, but it provoked a sudden anger and caused unnecessary trouble. There are times in life that you have to have. There are times in life that you can't force yourself to do so."

Life is not worth signing? Tong Hua frowned, and aziji cried with a' wow'sound.

"Why? Oh, my Brother ah hei and I... Oh, we can't be together anymore? But I really like him. He likes mine too... Big. Sorcerer, help me... Help me..."

Abbot Jingkong frowned and sighed. "Fate is extinguished. Fate is empty. Little benefactor, be at peace."

"Woo..."

How could A Caiji, who was too young, had signed and believed in god, or had fallen in love for the first time, stand such a'divine decree'?! Sobbing bitterly, she covered her face and burst into tears, attracting the crowd around her.

Looking at the tearful little girl, Tong Hua patted her on the back and comforted her. She could not help but think of the expectations she had before. To be honest, she really couldn't bear it. "A Caiji, you don't want to take it to heart anymore. Why should I believe such a thing?! My father said that whether it was science or religion, it was about piety and kindness. You're so kind and brave. You'll get what you want. Trust me."

"Sister ah..." Sister ah cai sobbed. The more she cried, the more she believed in Jingkong.

"Good girl, stop crying. Didn't anyone say that? The girl who loves to laugh, her luck will not be too bad. You should be happy now. Since you love each other so much, how can you not be destined?"

"Female benefactor!" Abbot Jingkong smiled as he looked at Tong Hua. "All living things are false. They are evil and do not teach others to force them. Love comes, love goes, love doesn't stay, you must listen to lao na!"

Tong Hua's heart stirred when he heard this.

Slowly raising her head, she stared unblinkingly at the high end abbot Jingkong in front of her. There was a door of memory in her heart, as if it was slowly opening.

Su Minglang, who had not moved, had narrowed his long, narrow eyes. Seeing this, he reached out his hand, picked Xiaotaiyang up again, and rode on his own neck. One of his arms firmly wrapped around Tong Hua's waist, looked coldly at abbot Jingkong, and groaned pitifully.

"The abbot is so cultured. Goodbye!"

"Benefactor, take your time!"

At this time, a large number of people waiting for the signing had been impatiently urged. Tong Hua wanted to talk to Jingkong again, but he was too embarrassed to delay him. He could only pay his respects once more and make an appointment to go to m country next time to talk to him in detail, then retreated to the side.

Just as she turned around, abbot Jingkong suddenly stopped her. "Female benefactor, please stay..."

Tong Hua was overjoyed and turned to look at him, her eyes twinkling. She thought to herself, was it not that his father had any past, Jingkong wanted to tell her?

Holding the beads in his hands, abbot Jingkong stood up from behind the yellow curtain and looked at her indifferently, his slightly relaxed eyes drooping, as if he was not looking at her at all. "Benefactor, I will give you another word."

"Abbot, please speak." She was looking forward to it.

"A man's heart is in danger, and his desires are hard to fill. A female benefactor should be happy and have no thoughts. It's better to have no feelings."

No attachment? Everyone has feelings, but how can they do it without attachment?

Thinking about it thoughtfully, Tong Hua lightly raised his lips and tightened his grip on Su Minglang's arm. He expressed his feelings with his actions and attached himself to the object. "Thank you, abbot! See you in m country another day."

Without answering her, abbot Jingkong just smiled and sat back, smiling at the next person who asked for the signature, as if he had never said anything to her. But tong tian pursed her lips and stopped for a long time.

Perhaps, Jingkong was right. Love is not attached to things, it must not be hurt by things, but everything can be'realized', and how many women can understand emotions?

In the following days, they began their official tour.

Scotland was saved until the end. On the first day, a large group of people began to play from dayan. They took pictures of the windmill in dayan ancient town, walked through different streets and alleys, and toured the famous square street of dayan.

It was an interesting old town.

At the entrance of a bar, there was a funny plaque. "Flirt with other people's girls, let them have no girls to flirt with!"

At the entrance of another bar, there was an even funnier plaque. "One beautiful woman is a paper tiger, and three beautiful women are female tigers."

There was also a big dog sitting at the door of a bar. He hung a dog tag. "Please meet me. I'm three years old."

All of this shows one thing. The people of Lijiang are romantic and joyful. Indeed, they do not deserve the praise of the' capital of love' and' capital of romance'. Happiness and mischief are everywhere.