Chapter 369: Come with good intentions
In front of the brand new hut in the quiet place of the Great Lotus Peak, there had never been such a bustling crowd.
The white-robed monk was tall, but he had an unusual sense of harmony, and the string of beads on his chest was dark in color, obviously different from the rare beads of the monks of many large temples in the Central Plains.
Since the return of the westward journey, he did not hold beads to wear beads, only such a string of mahogany material beads. This string of beads is counted as his love affair with his daughter-in-law, she gave in fact, not without remorse, because later heard as if the peach wood is the material of Taoism is extremely respected, able to avoid evil evil, just in the Buddhist sect, peach wood beads, is not worth mentioning. But the white monk Li Dangxin, in addition to sleep before hanging this string of beads on the wall, never leave their bodies. Buddhism has “meditation away from delusion, holding beads when the heart”, his common name is also called Li Dangxin, so when the white clothes to the capital, the old emperor of Liyang Royal gift of a string of valuable seven treasures hanging beads, was he casually thrown into the box, with Li something this daughter, was her daughter-in-law every now and then to take off more than a dozen beads, the preparation of a ring, wear in the daughter Top of the head, like in the two Zen Temple running around the mountain crazy little girl, where do you know those beads of precious, will soon be scattered and lost, well in this family of three, who will not be heartbroken.
At this time, the white monk opposite, sitting from the two Taoist ancestral court of three Taoist priests, just promoted to the assassin of Liangzhou Bai Yu, the same Longhu Mountain outside the name of one of the small celestial masters Qi Xianman, Wudang Xiaozhufeng Qingshan Guan’s Han Gui.
Not far away, Li Stuff, Wu Nan Nan, Yu Fu, the only disciple of the current Wudang Master Li Yu Axe, and Han Gui’s disciple, the young Taoist boy Qing Xin, the four of them came together and squatted, listening to Li Stuff recounting her stirring jianghu biography.
The white-robed monk’s daughter-in-law had already taken a nap, and earlier, after learning that the three Taoist priests had joined hands to board the door, she leaned against the door of the house and tsked, “There are many people, the visitors are not good.”
The white-robed monk laughed, “It’s just a quarrel, not afraid.”
She was still a little worried and said, “Then I won’t prepare tea, let them dry their mouths, but you can just find an excuse to go into the house and drink water.”
“Okay.”
“Will that be a breach of etiquette?”
“No.”
“By the way, in case you really can’t beat them, when you do it, you must remember not to hit people in the face, so that you will fall into trouble for nothing, remember?”
“……”
“What, can’t you beat them? Then forget it, and chat in peace. Ha, out of the house, and gas make money well.”
“I can beat it.”
“Oh. Remember not to fight too much, our daughter still wants to play in the mountains for a few more days.”
“I know.”
At this time, the white-robed monk was facing the Taoist trio, talking happily with each other, because there was no dispute at all about the roots of Buddhism and Taoism.
He asked, “Sect Leader Li is in Little Lotus Peak to close the Yellow Court Pass?”
As the only Taoist monk to have “opened the peak” in Wudang in the past twenty years, Han Gui, who had always been uncontroversial, did not hide this matter and nodded his head, “Sect Master Li had some enlightenment before.”
The white-robed monk smiled, “Good thing.”
He gently rubbed the string of mahogany Buddha beads and blandly said, “The earth sinks to the southeast, and the four blasphemies all flow into the Sundance position, which is not the meaning of having a beginning and an end.”
Han Gui, dressed in a plain Taoist robe and wearing a Dong Xuan scarf on his head, was somewhat sentimental. Bai Yu, who had hurt his eyes from reading books, habitually squinted his eyes as if he was out of the picture. Immortal Qi looked up at the rolling sea of clouds atop the Great Lotus Peak, filled with emotion.
The white-robed monk laughed and asked, ”If one is not allowed to act on one’s chest in life, even if one is a hundred years old, one is still premature. Is that what Cao Changqing said after he entered Da Chu Chess Waiting for the Emperor?”
Bai Yu shakes his head and says: “It is really what Li Mi, Cao Changqing’s teacher, said, Cao Changqing was able to turn from Confucian saint to hegemony, and I’m afraid that this sentence is exactly the words that punctuate the words.”
The white-robed monk gently twirls his Buddha beads, “If the three things of good flowers, full moon, and human longevity are the supreme desires of mortals, then the smoothness of the mind and the unimpeded flow of thoughts are the pursuits of those of you in Taoism, right?”
The exhausted Bai Yu rubbed his eyes and asked with a smile, “What, are we going to have a fight? But there’s not even a cup of tea here.”
The white-robed monk softly said, “The daughter-in-law doesn’t allow the preparation of tea, the poor monk doesn’t dare to take the liberty. As for the quarrel well ……”
The white-robed monk’s eyes crossed over the heads of the crowd and looked not far away, saying in a loud voice: “Apprentice, come, come, come, talk to our Mr. White Lotus about the Dharma.”
Unexpectedly the young monk slightly raised that little bald head, reluctantly said: “Master, if not Li Zi not let me go, I still have to go to the teacher’s wife to buy rouge over the Yu Qing Guan, the teacher’s wife said that there is a young woman as beautiful as a flower, these days the sale of Marshmallow Flower rouge is very inexpensive, it is said that there are also Jiangnan Wu Yue Smoke and Willow Workshop special Mianyan Zhi, to go late may not be able to leave a box of it. A box.”
The white-robed monk glared: “You still have the nerve to say that Mian Yanzhi? A small box the size of a fingernail, and you dare to sell it for five taels of silver? If you hadn’t mentioned it to your wife, she wouldn’t have sympathized with you all night and talked about it in her sleep last night!”
The young monk justified: “I just think that the rouge is indeed good ah, the foot of the mountain to escape the town of those cheap cheap, but the aroma is also too pungent a bit, although the box is bigger, but the master yesterday is not did not see, because I think the price is not expensive, the teacher will be pouncing so much on the face, eat a low head, on the pouncing pouncing to the bowl of rice fall, can be oozing. Master you are really, obviously see fear and trepidation, but also have to say to the teacher mother what ‘this scene, really heavenly maiden scattered flowers, rare in the world’, and then the teacher mother grinning, rouge fell more ……”
The white-robed monk coughed a few times.
Bai Yu only felt that more than ten years ago, in that Buddha-Dao fight at Longhu Mountain, if this middle-aged monk from the Two Zen Temples hadn’t been absent, I’m afraid that there wouldn’t have been any part of himself to save the day.
Han Gui, the master of Qing Shan Guan, was watching with his eyes and nose, while a Taoist monk seemed like an old monk in meditation.
Immortal Warrior Qi seemed to secretly rub his brow.
Suddenly, two voices inside and outside the house sounded at the same time, full of surprises: “Smoke and Willow Workshop’s Mian Yan Zhi?!”
Inside the house, naturally, it was the white-robed monk’s daughter-in-law, and outside the house, it was Li Stuff, who even got up violently and ran quickly to the house, shouting, “Mother! Father recently in the scriptures under the box hidden four or five silver, he hid silver, to me peeped! Father told me to keep my mouth shut, but who am I, Mother’s own daughter!”
Crackling in the hut, there was a rush of hands and feet rummaging through the cabinets.
The white-robed monk looked up into the sky with a saddened expression.
If outsiders do not know the reason, surely to marvel at the real treasure solemn as the Buddha pity the world suffering.
A small two women out of the hut, the white monk touched the bald head stood up, caring: “This big sun, do you want to hold an umbrella?”
His daughter-in-law thought about it, waved his hand, and said in a bold manner, “Mian Yanzhi is a rare thing, the stock is certainly not much, what if I miss it?”
Li something has already started to give orders, “Stupid north and south, you go to the house to fetch the umbrella, and then quickly follow us! Qingxin and Yu Fu, Wudang Mountain is your territory, is there a closer path to Yu Qing Guan? If so, lead the way!”
The young Taoist boy Qing Xin, who had already admired Lady Li to the core, lifted up his chest and proudly said, “Yes!”
Then a group of people will kill to the Jade Clearance Temple with great vigor, the white-robed monk still did not forget to look at their back and reminded: “The path is difficult to walk, walk slower.”
As if also feeling that the atmosphere is a bit awkward, the white-robed monk sits back down on the small bench and looks over at Bai Yu, casually finding a topic, “I heard that Mr. White Lotus has ‘three fears and two joys’?”
Bai Yu nods his head and says, “There are three fears, fear of thunder, fear of walking, fear of Zhao gazing into the sky and asking questions. There are two joys, reading to the quick eye and talking to the heart.”
The white monk is puzzled: “Zhao Ningshen?”
White Yu some sentimental: “The original name Zhao Jing Si, is the only son of the old master, the temperament is especially simple and calm, after going down the mountain several times through the trials and tribulations, due to the blessing of the disaster, and now its heart is close to the road.”
The white-robed monk let out an oh, “Isn’t it that young Taoist monk who was on the Chun Shen Lake and invited the Ancestor of the Lower Heavenly Master’s House to come down to earth? As a result, he gave a slap to the True Martial Emperor’s phantom that Xu Fengnian moved in?”
Bai Yu was speechless with a bitter smile.
The white-robed monk seemed to have deep preconceived notions about the young feudal lord, and huffed, “Fighting is fighting, and pretending to be a god is no different from a child crying and going home to look for his elders to come out? Especially that Xu Fengyen, even worse, overbearing, unseemly!”
Bai Yu, who is now considered as a vassal of the “Xu family” in Northern Liang, shut up.
The white-robed monk grunted: “My daughter never comes to the poor monk to complain, which time she has not beaten those little bald heads crying and running back to find their master?”
Han Gui will smile, seems to be reminiscent of his own disciple Qingxin, but also recalled the head teacher Li Yu axe brought back to the mountain of the little Taoist boy Yu Fu.
Those outside of the square may not be heartless.
At this moment, the three monks in the only “cultivation force” Qi Xianman suddenly stood up, turned to look, as if the enemy.
The white-robed monk was still sitting peacefully on a small bench, slowly twisting his Buddhist beads.
A man with slightly frosted temples appeared in the crowd’s field of vision, both hands empty.
He only smiled and said, “Since Fang Cun Lei, I have realized two more swords in the last twenty years, and I wanted to discuss with the two of them, but now that Wang Xianzhi is dead, I had to come here to bother them.”
Li Dangxin slowly got up and blandly said, “Take advantage of the poor monk’s daughter-in-law’s absence and hurry up to strike. But in advance, let’s talk about life and death, but don’t destroy the cottage, otherwise the poor monk will really get angry.”