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The red leaves washed by the morning dew look particularly fresh in the sun. The wind blows the red leaves and falls gracefully, and it ends overnight. The troubles and worldly dust of the mountain temples are all over the yard. The little master wants to wake up early, and start cleaning the temple with his broom with his brothers.

, clear out all kinds of worries that I never forgot in my mind yesterday.

Today is the temple’s five-year unblocked meeting.

The grand occasion is unprecedented.

Many people who were blessed by the Red Leaf Buddhism and devout believers came to watch the ceremony for more than ten miles below the mountain. They took monk's robes, monks' hats and shoes and climbed the mountain into the temple to rest early. However, the biggest show was the owner of Qiuxin Villa Manor.

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Nan Huai Shin master practices Buddhism and believes in Buddhism.

Yesterday, a letter of comments that could not be blown by the wind made him realize the Zen principles and feel more and more close to the temple. This time, he went up the mountain, and the clothes he gave were stacked with two carriages. Several book children moved from the foot of the mountain to the temple. The mountains were originally cold and cold.

It was already sweating profusely in the morning.

Luo Changfeng still had a strange silver fox face and face. He acted with Li Xingyun and the other four as a quiet audience. He was mixed in the crowd and did not bother the old Zen master.

The morning bell came from the south mountain of Hongye Temple, announcing the ceremony of the monks and Buddhas' unblocked meeting every five years.

The temple gathers monks in front of the Buddhist temple.

The donor of Nanhuai ordered the book to write to the children's e-mail...

Buddhism is carried out in an orderly manner without any obstruction. The pure land that is quiet and far away from the world is no longer lively and noisy than the so-called grand events at the foot of the mountain. Instead, it is easier for people to calm their minds.

As a distinguished guest that Hongye Temple had received yesterday, An Hongdou and Ali, who claimed to be Ling'er's sister, changed into a chic long gown to avoid the appearance of the festival. Five people gathered together, and Li Xingyun, a scholar who originally looked handsome, had no difference with Qizhoudi.

Wu Xiuyang, the right nobleman, was taken away by the two daughters' bodies.

On the other hand, Luo Changfeng, who had a silver fox face and a face, was not affected at all.

Luo Bingwang, who was dressed in a charming style, glanced at Luo Changfeng with a charming eyes, and then looked back in a panic. That look like a wealthy family.

The lady who sneaked out to play in a big family was afraid of being caught as if she was ready.

Luo Bingwang always felt familiar with Luo Changfeng, who dared not show his true face, but he could not think of when or where he would have had a gradually forgotten relationship.

There is already a discussion of Zen preaching in front of the Buddhist temple.

The little master was willing to come to the side of several people at some time, and clasped his hands together and said, "Several donors, please follow the little monk."

Luo Changfeng and Li Xingyun looked at each other, and the five of them walked south with the little master's wish.

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There is a Nanshan Mountain in Hongye Temple.

It was the evening drum and morning bell that was reported by the temple.

There is a monk in yellow on the Nanshan Mountain who never goes down the mountain all year round. He hits the bell in the morning and ticks in the evening. He has a very strange temper and never interacts with people outside the mountain. Not to mention that the little master should have wished, even the old Zen Master Hongye has only been there for decades.

There was a brief encounter or two.

The monk in yellow was originally not a man from the temple, and he could not understand the Buddhist meditation principles.

No one knows its origin, but only knows that decades ago, the monk in charge of the morning bell and evening drum in Hongye Temple missed the time because of the greed of the cup. He thought that he would be punished and expelled from the temple if he made a big mistake, but who would have thought that he would listen in his sleep.

It's the melodious morning bell.

The monk in yellow appeared quietly on the Nanshan Mountain at that time.

I don't know where to come, I don't know where to go.

Maybe there is nowhere to come, maybe there is nowhere to go.

The yellow-clad monk beat the bell and drums for more than forty years.

Forty years, the monk in yellow clothes, who was full of mystery, took action once and subdued a remnant of the demon sect who broke into the temple in Liangjieshan. Since then, the name of the man who hit the bell in the Nanshan Mountain has become famous all over the world, and it is the same as the general of Xing. Shushan Mo Yan is ranked below the saints, and one of the saints in the ten days!

Li Xingyun told the unknown story of this ten-day saint's life along the way.

Before I knew it, I had already arrived in front of Nanshan Temple.

The little master said the Buddha's name as a wish, and then stepped aside respectfully.

Five people led by King Luo Bing came forward and saw a Zen monk with a ring top and a robe sitting in front of the temple gate, with a very wide and fat body closed his eyes and closed his eyes with a slight smile, just like what the Buddhist Buddhists said Maitreya Buddha. No matter how the young monk wishes, he will not get a reply.

King Luo Bing clasped his hands together and said, "Hello, Fat Master."

King Luo Bing turned his back and saw Wu Xiuyang beside him laughing at the fat master's words, and his eyes turned stern. The majestic aura of galloping on the battlefield forced Wu Xiuyang, who was ordered to practice. He closed his mouth in disappointment.

Luo Changfeng also knew that he did not understand Buddha.

But it also seems like I want to laugh.

Seeing Luo Bingwang's extraordinary aura disappeared, leaving only a little shyness.

Seeing that mountains are mountains, not mountains... This state may be a bit incomprehensible to Luo Changfeng and others, but Li Xingyun, who has been reading the books in the village since childhood, seemed to see some clues.

He is close to Buddha by nature and likes Buddha even more.

Under the puzzled eyes of several people, Li Xingyun walked forward at this time. Master Yu stopped five steps in front of him and asked, "Dare you ask how many days has the Zen master been meditating?"

Wu Xiuyang, who was waiting for the captain Li Xingyun to come back, held his arms and watched by. Who would have thought that the Maitreya monk who had once misled the matter with a greedy cup of wine and misunderstanding, spoke for the first time: "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and there have been 14,600 cycles."

Several people were as if they had met nectar.

Although I still couldn't understand what the two of them were saying, it would be a victory to teach the Zen monk to speak.

Ah Li, who had been cold and speechless, looked at Li Xingyun with a slightly surprised look.

Li Xingyun, who had been pondering for a moment, nodded secretly and asked again: "What did the Zen master ask for after sitting in meditation for forty years?"

Li Xingyun's second question made the fat Zen master open his eyes: "Of course I want to become a Buddha."

Li Xingyun turned around and walked away, broke a dead branch on the cliff, and then handed it to the fat Zen master.

The fat Zen Master asked in confusion: "What are you doing to break dead branches?"

Li Xingyun said: "Give it to the Zen master a tin staff."

The Zen master was a little displeased: "How can a dead branch be a tin staff?"

Unexpectedly, Li Xingyun asked back and said, "How can you become a Buddha by meditation?"

Fat Zen Master is silent.

No answer was given.

Li Xingyun immediately said: "Does the Zen master learn to sit in meditation or to sit in Buddha? If he is sitting in meditation, Zen does not lie on sitting in lying down. If he is sitting in Buddha, the Buddha will not have a fixed state. If the Zen master is attached to the sitting state, it is contrary to the Tao. Well. In the eyes of Xingyun, it is not about becoming a Buddha, but about killing Buddha!"

Seeing Fat Zen Master slowly getting up on the dead branches.

King Luo Bing glanced at Luo Changfeng, and smiles appeared on the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Wu Xiuyang patted Li Xingyun on the shoulder: "Good boy! No wonder this time I asked the bell man to go down the mountain. The military advisor asked you to follow me by name. It turned out that he was a master of Dharma and Zen. It seemed that this position as a lieutenant was It's a pity."

Li Xingyun said humbly: "I happened to learn Zen theory with my husband for a few days in the village."

"The gentleman mentioned by Li Xiaowei seems to be a truly hidden master. Whether it is medical skills, schools of thought, Zen, and swordsmanship... he has almost reached the point where he has the opportunity to be sure.

Visit.”

King Luo Bing smiled with a smile.

He led Luo Changfeng and his men all the way to the Fat Zen Master into the temple.

The little master should have wished that no one in this world can stand by Zen Master. When he saw Li Xingyun talking, he was immediately impressed by the admiration.

The little master looked at the mountain temple: "The abbot Zen master said that if you ask the bell man in the south mountain to go down the mountain, you need to pass the Zen level and the Martial level. Some people say that I don't know who can break this martial arts."