The Path Toward Heaven

Deep in the backyard of Guocheng Temple, the quiet outside of the zen hall is covered with winter snow. There is a small clay stove in which the taro is cooked, exuding a light food fragrance.

Zenko was sitting on the couch, reading a book by oil lamp.

He holds two volumes of books in his hand, one is a collection of poems by the first emperor and the other is a half-garden food list.

I do n’t know how he can watch two books with very different contents at the same time, nor why he still needs lights.

Suddenly, Zen Zi felt something and looked up at the oil lamp.

At the next moment, a faint light was suddenly burst from the perfectly perfect, short and short twist of the oil lamp.

Although tiny, it is still beautiful and touching.

"Tian Nu scattered flowers?"

Chan Zi thought in a slightly different mood. Isn't it that the uncle came out of Tallinn to teach the disciple?

His seniority in Zen Buddhism is very high. Not to mention the Guocheng Temple, he is looking at the seventy-two ancient temples on the mainland, and only a few are qualified to be his uncles.

He suddenly thought of the letter written by Zhao Layue, and he sensed that he should be in the direction of the vegetable garden.

In addition to him in Guocheng Temple, only Duhai Monk, the chief of the law hall, knew the origin of Liu Shisui.

"You personally go to the vegetable garden to see ..."

Zenko thought for a while and said, "Don't disturb that little guy."

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Liu Shisui walked out of the house and saw Xiao He wearing a single jacket standing in the cold wind, facing the corner of the pile of cabbage in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao He saw him waking up, and said with some uneasiness: "Yin Fu hasn't come to fetch food for three days."

Liu Shisui asked slightly stunned: "How many days have I settled in?"

Xiao He said: "Three days."

It is normal for Zen monks and monks to have a fixed period of time.

Liu Shisui was silent.

A few days ago, all of his mind was in the interpretation of the Bible, so many things were not paid attention to. At this time, in retrospect, it is natural to know that it is wrong.

Even if this is the Guocheng Temple, the handyman in the stove cannot have such a profound knowledge of Buddhism.

Yin Fu can't be a real handyman, so who is he?

"When I was a kid, I followed my grandma and heard the masters telling stories about Buddhist scriptures. In those stories, monks often turned into old ladies to enchant lost people."

Xiao He was a little uncertain and said: "Which ... would it be a monk in the temple?"

Liu Shisui has also read many similar Buddhist scripture stories. If he thought that this was the case, Zen would be very kind to himself and was very moved.

To prove this, he left the vegetable garden and went to the temple.

The front yard of Guocheng Temple often communicates with people, and it is not forbidden to visit, and the visitor monk knows that he is a farmer in the vegetable garden, naturally there is no stop.

Liu Shisui walked through the heavy hall to the stove and found that the usual hot place here was particularly deserted today, muttering, "What's wrong with this?"

A fat monk sweeping the floor said, "New Year's Day today."

Liu Shisui asked slightly stunned: "Is the monk also celebrating the New Year?"

The fat monk said angrily: "Of course we are, but the kitchen chefs are going to celebrate the New Year!"

The sound of firecrackers was faintly heard from a distance outside the temple, thinking that the tenants were drinking.

Liu Shisui thought that he was not close to Xiao He. Yin Fu just went back for the New Year and asked.

The fat monk had to catch him with a broom and said, "Go, go! We don't have this man here, you can use me to play tricks!"

Liu Shisui thought so.

Thinking of the secret care of the senior monk in Guocheng Temple, he would naturally not be angry because of the rudeness of the fat monk, and said with a smile: "Master must not be angry."

The fat monk said angrily: "You have pork if you die Zhang Tuhu, but we? We can only eat the leftover buns from last night! How can we not be sad!"

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Back at the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was preparing to tell Xiao He that the Chinese New Year is going to be delicious.

One plate is the lightest boiled boiled vegetable leaves, without even a drop of soy sauce, only a small dish of spicy tofu is placed next to it.

There is a big bowl with the most greasy braised pork trotters, it should be the best soy sauce, the sugar is also very good, the color is perfect, and I want it to be more delicious.

There is also a pot of sauerkraut mutton vermicelli soup, yellow yellow, white white.

The best thing to look at is red oil belly shredded with dozens of chopped green onions, which looks extremely attractive.

Liu Shisui likes to eat scallions, but he likes tofu with shallots.

It is better for monks to eat lighter.

The son did not say this to him, he learned it secretly.

Before he lived with him, Xiaohe was already a friend of rice. Naturally, he knew his preferences, and he was not disappointed when he saw him sitting directly in front of tofu. The whole one took a bite and chewed happily.

Liu Shisui motioned to her to wait for a while, and turned into the stove.

Xiao He was a little surprised. She raised her two hands and didn't know you should put it down first. She just waited like that.

A moment later, Liu Shisui came out of the stove, put two sets of tableware on the table, and picked up the jug to fill the two small glasses.

Xiao He understood what he meant, quickly helped straighten the chopsticks, and asked if he wanted to hold the rice.

Liu Shisui said to let them drink two glasses before eating.

Xiao He responded well, deliberately made the voice clear and delicate, and wanted to make him feel better.

Then began to eat vegetables and drink, Liu Shisui and Xiao He from time to time put vegetables in two bowls.

After several times, Xiao He couldn't help but finally asked, "I know this one must be Mr. Yan, this one ..."

Liu Shisui said: "He is the grandson of the Western King."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little low.

The two continued to bow their heads to eat.

The room was quiet for a long time.

I don't know if Mr. Yan and Sun Xiwang have eaten these dishes.

Xiaohe ate very delicately, not even holding the pig's trotters, and poked slowly with chopsticks.

The atmosphere is a bit depressed, not like a Chinese New Year at all.

She looked up at Liu Shisui, thinking of something to make him happy.

Every holiday season is bound to be a date.

In Xiao He's view, Liu Shisui should miss Jing Jiu a little bit and said deliberately: "I don't know how Shenmofeng passed today."

"Um ... The son is not young."

Liu Shisui remembered very clearly that when he was in the village during the Chinese New Year, Jing Jiu felt that everything was very new.

Obviously that was his first contact with this kind of thing.

He rarely thinks about Jing Jiu, because Jing Jiu must have a good life, just like he does not worry about his parents, his parents' health has always been good, and his meals are delicious.

The sound of firecrackers in the distance rang again, and the night came to the surface.

Liu Shisui remembered the predecessor, the pseudonym Yin Fu, and suddenly missed it, I don't know when to be goodbye.

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There is a retreat room named Baishan in the most remote place of Guocheng Temple.

Yinsan and Xuanyin ancestors were wearing monk clothes, sitting on the futon, listening to the sound of firecrackers from outside the temple, and looking at each other, they felt a little bored.

I do not know why, they did not leave Guocheng Temple, but pretended to be a monk hiding there.

"In order to teach him to read the Bible, he was almost discovered. Really, why are you here?"

Ancestor Xuanyin looked at him and said.

Yin San smiled without explaining anything.

He is a good teacher in his life.

He is the most outstanding teacher in the spiritual world. He taught himself three masterpieces, and turned out to betray him.

He has n’t taught anyone else for many years. It is inevitable that he missed it. Once again, reason is overcome by emotion, so he has these days of lectures.

Or this is Liu Shisui's chance with him.

It is regrettable that the Buddhist scripture Liu Shisui learned was empty, and he wanted to learn life and death.

There is a black bronze Buddha statue in the Baishan room, holding various magical instruments in his hand, with a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

If ordinary people look at this Buddha statue, they will naturally feel awe, and Yin San and Xuan Yin Patriarch will naturally not feel this way.

There are no offerings in front of the Buddha statue, only three bowls containing fresh water.

The bowl is made of some kind of skull inlaid with silver, exuding a mysterious taste.

As the night grew deeper, the sound of firecrackers rang again, followed by a distant bell.

Guocheng Temple is not new, but the monk has to ring the bell every day, and this bell announces the coming of the new year.

Yin San opened his eyes and got up to walk to the Buddha.

Ancestral Xuanyin followed.

The bells kept ringing.

That's the voice of time.

Yin San said with emotion: "The dead are like this."

Ancestor Xuanyin said sadly: "So I don't want to leave day and night."

Yin San said, "Be happy."

After saying this, he picked up the water bowl and drank it.

Sprinkle clean water to wet the shirt.

Like wine.

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(Ze Tian Ji also wrote two dialogues with similar meanings, which were said by Qiu Shanjun and Chen Changsheng.

The four words of "reluctantly day and night" are my QQ signatures in recent years.

In the past two years, I often thought about certain things, although I knew that Sang Sang must be laughing.

Qiushan and Changsheng are very young, but Yinsan is old.

The three words he said are the answers I can think of now, and I hope more answers will appear in the future. )