Chapter 3 Host, please

A smooth head, and a pair of clear big eyes under the two delicate eyebrows.

Qingyin made a grimace face at the bronze mirror. This bronze mirror can only see seven or eight points. In ancient times, it was indeed not as convenient as modern times.

I got up in the morning these days without a toothbrush to brush my teeth, and I felt that my mouth was full of strange smell.

Later, when I asked others, I found out that I used my fingers to clean my teeth with powder.

Especially for monks, prying their teeth is a daily lesson. Monks have to pry their teeth and clean their faces every day before they can recite the scriptures and worship Buddha.

Qingyin touched the back of her head, and the wound had calmed down. She couldn't see whether there was a scar or not. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she had no impression of the injury.

I also know nothing about the current situation of the original owner of the body!

I only remember that when I woke up, the temple was noisy for a while. But Qingyin, a fake soul who came through time, can't explain the cause and effect at all. He can only pretend to be stupid and confused.

Fortunately, Master Kongzhi did not delve into it. He only ordered Qingyin to take good care of his injury. There was no need to attend the morning class in the temple, but let Qingyin fall quietly.

The Dharma Hall Conference is the first time for Qingyin to participate in the morning class in the temple. Who has ever wanted to be in the limelight? People are really afraid of being famous and afraid of being strong. The more you are afraid, the more you will be!

In the past few days, in addition to eating and going out, I simply returned to the days when I stayed in the room some time ago and didn't go out.

Putting down the bronze mirror, Qingyin went to the bedside and planned to turn a few pages of Buddhist scriptures.

Speaking of Buddhist scriptures, what Qingyin knows the most is the true scriptures that the Tang monk has gone through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties in Journey to the West.

While studying the scriptures, I heard a loud voice from far away, "Brother! Brother! The host calls you!"

Then the door was pushed open with a "bang", and Qingchen's big round face suddenly leaned over.

Seeing the clear sound, his eyes lit up, "Brother, hurry up!" He grabbed the voice and dragged it out.

Poor Qingyin's thin and thin body, one by Qingchen's big body, can't move like a chicken caught by an eagle, staggering involuntarily pulled away.

"Brother, what's the matter? What's the matter with the abbot looking for me? When he turned out of the hall and walked to the meditation room in the backyard, Qingyin stopped.

Clean up at the time, and read the scriptures at the hour. This is the routine homework of a group of monks in the temple.

And the host is usually in the Zen room. It's not a major matter. For example, when the powerful ministers or their relatives in the court come to the temple, the host will not come forward.

So those monks were so excited when Master Kongzhi appeared in the Dharma Hall a few days ago!

Qingchen stopped and looked left and right. Seeing that there was no one around, he put his mouth close to Qingyin's ear.

Uh! The smell of pickled vegetables and tofu in the morning immediately floated over. The voiceless sound was so flushed that it almost fainted.

Qingyin frowned, and his body couldn't help moving back two steps.

"Anyway, no one, let's say so!" Voiceless.

I don't think it's a pestle.

This voice-sound seems so different from the order to the temple.

Although they are young, they look handsome, just like the children of the noble families they secretly saw, with a soft and noble spirit in their hands and feet.

I never take a shower with them, and I always carry hot water back to my room.

Several brothers even speculated whether he had anything difficult to say.

Of course, the monk's robe is spotless, and even the monk's shoes on his feet are not stained. I don't even know how he walks!!

Qingchen scratched his head again and stared at the handsome little face.

It should be known that today's Daqi men take femininity as their beauty, and beautiful men wear colorful flowers one by one, dressed more beautifully than women.

Everyone thinks that the King of Lanling is the most beautiful. According to Qingchen's eyes, he, a Qingyin brother, will grow up in the future, but he is more uny than the King of Lanling.

Seeing that Qingyin was slightly unhappy, Qingchen grinned again, "The host said that there are distinguished guests today. Please go to the host room to accompany him."

The distinguished guest came to the door, accompanied by a host and a group of monks and prime ministers. It's a little strange to call her a single monk!

No wonder the acquaintance monks ordered the monks to burn incense and sweep quietly in the early morning, and asked them to clean up all the rooms in the courtyard of the hall without any omission.

Master Kongzhi lives in an independent courtyard.

There are three monks in a row, and there are usually two small monks who are specially served, but they are not in front of the door at this time.

A wide courtyard in the middle. Several cold plums are planted in the courtyard. At this moment, it is not the middle of winter, and there are no cold plums blooming.

The vigorous branches are quite impressive.

Qingchen walked to the middle room and said respectfully, "Host, the Qingyin brother has arrived."

How does the host wait for Qingyin? Qingyin himself doesn't know, but the monks in the temple are clear-eyed.

In the past years, which of the single monks did not eat and sleep with them and recite the scriptures and meditate together? Even the two monks in the famous Yongning Temple, which had just come to the temple two days ago, were two people in a room.

This clear sound has its own room. One is not clear, and the other is not to participate in meditation. Only recite scriptures in the room.

Qingyin's performance in the Dharma Hall also made Qingchen feel that this little brother was a little different.

These monks, who receive tens of thousands of guests every day, benefit from all sides, see how many human favors, which one is not like a monkey spirit!

Although I don't know the origin of the voice-clear sound, it's always good to see that the host treats him differently and flatter him!

"The voice is coming in." An old voice said in the door.

Qingchen bowed and pushed the door. After letting Qingyin enter, he buttoned the door again and stood slightly. Seeing that there was no movement in the door, he quietly left.

Inside the door. Qingyin stood at the door and did not move.

Quietly look at Master Kongzhi, the host, who closed his eyes and meditated on the couch in the room.

"...Nan Wu Amitabha" Master Kongzhi's lips moved and slowly opened his eyes.

"Qingyin, you sit down!" Pointing to the bamboo chair next to the couch.

He was silent and went to the chair and sat down.

He secretly wondered what was the matter for Master Kongzhi to call him.

"Has the Great Nirvana Sutra ever been enlightened?"

A clear nod.

How can it be regarded as enlightenment?

Staying in the Zen room every day and turning over a few pages and reading a few lines should be regarded as enlightenment, right?

No wonder she is! This book is obscure and difficult to understand.

Although Buddhism is promoted today, it is spread from the Western Regions.

Even the monks who have studied scriptures since childhood have many obscurities, not to mention the half-tone of Qingyin, a half-way stand-in!!

Sures, not to mention the scriptures, such a complex traditional script also makes Qingyin, a modern girl who is used to using simplified Chinese characters, very crazy.

"It's so good! The scriptures in the case are the Dizang Bodhisattva's Wish Sutra, which is also a Buddhist classic. Go and copy it. Kong Zhi pointed to the case.

Qingyin moaned secretly in his heart. I don't know whether this is Master Kongzhi's intention to test himself, or whether the previous Qingyin has been copying the scriptures for the master.

I didn't talk much at the moment, so I walked to the side of the case.

On the case, there is a "Tibetan Bodhisattva's Wish Sutra", next to a pile of white paper, and a pen is placed next to the inkstone.

Fortunately, the clear sound has been hiding in the room for the past two days and reading the scriptures. If you are not familiar with the scriptures at all, you will be exposed.

The abbot stared at the clear sound next to him.

I saw Qingyin holding the pen, and his slender and delicate hands were slim and softer than that of ordinary women. He pressed the end of the white paper in one hand, held the pen in the other, raised his wrist gently, and the pen did not stop, copying seriously.

"There is no Amitabha..." Master Kongzhi closed his eyes and recited the scriptures again.

When the Qingyin stopped writing, the host Kongzhi nodded and smiled, "At that time, there is a noble humane temple."

There are no words in the clear sound.

Who is the nobleman? She has been thinking about this problem since just now.

But with the limited historical knowledge in her mind, she really can't think of who can be regarded as a nobleman in the Anguo Temple, which is the leading among thousands of temples in Yecheng.

Today's emperor? Queen? Or the emperor's brothers and nephews?

Which of these people is a startling character. It can be regarded as the word "noble man".

The voice is silent. The copied scriptures were originally closed, and the corner of the book was pressed from top to bottom - these scriptures are often read by Master Kongzhi. There are many wear and tear on the edge of the corner of the book, but they are flat and neat. It seems to be extremely loving. Put them next to the case.

Sort out the pages you just copied and put them side by side.

The voiceless tone is not slow, and the posture is particularly unrestrained.

"I have written to Master Daoming and invited him to come." Master Kongzhi continued.

Qingyin couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

Daoming is the abbot of Qingyin Temple. It is said that Dao Ming is a good friend of Master Kongzhi, and the two often exchange letters.

Because of the personal recommendation of the empty master. Qingyin settled down smoothly in this Anguo Temple.

It's just that Master Kongwen is coming, which is a disaster!

Do you want to find a chance to sneak out of the temple? The voice is thinking about it secretly.

"There will be a Buddhist conference in Jianye City next month, and there will be Taoist monks in the temples and courtyards. I heard that monks from the Western Regions will also come. You can also participate then." Master Kongzhi Dao.

"The little monk obeys the arrangement of the host." Qingyin put his hands together.

This is probably the purpose of Master Kongzhi to summon himself.

Like this kind of Dharma conference, to put it bluntly, it is also the time when temples compete with each other to be in the limelight.

At that time, the Dharma altar will be opened, and the Taoist monks will come to the stage one by one to preach and prove the Dharma to each other.

There are also monks competing with each other on the stage.

The victorious temple representative monk will receive a lot of attention. Others take this opportunity to recruit disciples.

Qingyin is a layman, so I don't understand this.

But I also know that since it is a Buddhist conference, it must be full of monks and lively.

I'm afraid that from the rich and powerful to the ordinary people, they will all gather together.

For example, the Tang Monk in Journey to the West had a land and water conference before leaving Chang'an.

Qingyin has read "Journey to the West" many times when he was a child.

Every year in the summer vacation, China will take out "Journey to the West" which has been filmed for many years and broadcast repeatedly. From the age of 70 to the age of five, it can be said that no one knows and no one knows.

What Qingyin remembers most clearly is that Master Sanzang sits on the altar, dignified and talks freely. The following believers are devoted to listening to the Buddha's picture.

Of course, it was shot in a TV series. "Journey to the West" is adapted from the story of Wu Chengen, a novelist in the Ming Dynasty, who travels to the west to seek law in the Tang Dynasty.

However, the picture of the solemn Dharma flag flying at the Dharma Conference on TV remained in Qingyin's heart at that time.

Qingyin misses my pure white ultra-thin notebook.

If the laptop is there, you can find Du Niang.