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In the snow, surrounded by mountains, Dajue Zen Temple jumped into view.

Su Wen suddenly felt that the plain and fertile fields in front of him were open; Behind the Jimu Temple, it is the mountains and mountains, the forest is lush and lush, a clear spring flows down from the stone mountain behind the temple around the stone canal, flows into the spiritual spring pool in the temple, the spring water is clear, the mist is steaming, and it is inexhaustible at four o'clock.

"Let's go, I just heard today that Abbot Wuxin has returned, alas, you haven't seen him for two years." Fuqing got off the horse, took out the incense candle in the blanket, and sighed.

Su Wen has long been accustomed to living in this world, but he has no memory of this Enlightened Heart Master, and Ama and Eniang have never mentioned it.

Follow Fuqing to brave the snow from the mountain gate upwards, pass through the stele pavilion, cross the Fangsheng Bridge, bypass the bell and drum tower, pass through the Tianwang Palace, and then go to the front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Outside the temple gate, an old monk was talking with a pilgrim in the snow.

"Dare to ask the abbot of Wuxin, that is, a monk, can he marry a wife and have children?" The pilgrim was a bit aggressive.

"As a monk, you should abide by the rules and precepts." The old monk replied with a smile.

"Then I heard that the abbot of Dajue Temple does not abide by the rules and corrupts the atmosphere, but he has a son under his knees." The pilgrim did not look like he had come to worship the Buddha, but rather to ask questions.

"The old man not only has a son, but also two wives," the old monk was not angry, "if there is no wife, where is the son?" ”

"You," the pilgrim actually laughed, "where did you come from, a beautiful woman, to make you disobey?" ”

The old monk looked at him, but he threw off the sleeves of his robe and walked into the Daxiong Hall with a smile, "The old man has Mrs. Zhu in summer and Tang Pozi (hot pot) in winter, aren't these two wives?" ”

The pilgrim was speechless, looked at the temple hatefully, turned his head and walked away in the snow.

Su Wen suddenly became interested in the old monk, Fuqing patted the snow on his body, and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but the old monk was incense from himself, he stepped forward to give a salute, "Once you go to the party for two years, the abbot will not come harmed?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay." The old monk's eyes are blazing, his voice is loud, but his eyebrows and beards are white, he is refreshed, and he laughs and scolds all articles, which makes people forget the vulgar, and the scenery is stopped.

"Abbot, excuse me." Su Wen couldn't help but also stepped forward to salute and said, this is almost the New Year's season, and the heavy snow is covering the mountain, Amma's behavior has made him suspicious, and it is strange to see other pilgrims in the temple.

The old monk's eyes had already been on him, and he had been staring at him for a long time, and he could see Su Wen's heart beating.

Fuqing smiled beside him, "Abbot, don't you know him?" He is my second son, Su Wen! ”

The old monk smiled, sighed and said, "Famous Jinghua, famous in the world, Amitabha, I am still me, he is not him." ”

A few words are full of Zen machines, and it is said that Fuqing's five bodies are on the ground, but Su Wen is covered by clouds and fog, "At the age of fifteen or sixteen, it is the season of the year, and this son is a cut taller than me." Fuqing explained with a smile, "He was seriously ill and lay on the kang for half a month, but you are not in the temple, abbot, and I don't even have a person to discuss......"

The abbot kept his eyes on Su Wen.

"Dare to ask the abbot, what is enlightenment?" Su Wen made him uncomfortable to see, and his heart was even more uncomfortable, at this time, he should eat hot pot with Ma Leji and others, or sit on the kang opposite Hui Xian, and watch Hui Xian busy with female workers, all of which are joys in life, but let Amara, come to this icy and snowy temple, he has a faint evil fire in his heart.

By the way, why didn't Su An come?

"Enlightenment is the cultivation of the mind, and when it is cleaned, its mind will appear by itself." The old monk laughed again.

"What is Entry?" Su Wen was in hot pursuit.

"Stopping troubles can lead to concentration." The old monk laughed again.

"What is ......?"

"Dick!" Fuqing interrupted him, and Su Wen was a little angry when he saw this kind banner man father for the first time, "In front of the abbot, you must not be rude." ”

The abbot quipped, "Wuxin doesn't want to cultivate the mind, but when you enter the meditation, you are looking for troubles, alas, karma is destined, let's go." ”

"Where?" Seeing him turn around, walking alone in the snow, Su Wenban looked at Fuqing.

"Go," Fuqing had already adapted to Su Wen's "forgetting" of some things, "forgot" some people, he stuffed the incense candle into his hand, "Take a good bow." ”

Su Wen secretly wondered, but seeing the old monk walking like a fly in the snow, heading straight towards the back mountain, he had no choice but to follow, but although he had been strong and strong this year, he was also tired and rough before he walked to a dry grass and lonely grave.

The abbot slowly wiped the snow from the stele with his hands, and Su Wen saw that there was not a word on the tombstone.

The old monk moved slowly, his body was sluggish, and he slowly turned around, "The deceased is like this, put on the incense." He put his hands together and closed his eyes and began to read.

Ama Fuqing didn't tell himself what kind of person this was, and the old monk was also tight-lipped, who was this? Ama Fuqing didn't come, and the eldest brother Su'an didn't come, but he let himself come to worship in this heavy snow?

He looked at the old monk and saw that the old monk did not react at all, so in desperation, he had to spread out the incense and candles and worship.

The snow was boiling, the mountain wind was very strong, the fire fold was lit a few times before it was lit, watching the curling cigarettes swirling in the snow, and the pieces of paper ash were wet by the snow in an instant, turning into winter mud, Su Wen's heart was indescribable, deserted.

When he followed the old monk down from the cold and biting mountain and walked into the warm abbot's room, he felt as if he was in another world.

"Let's go back after eating vegetarian food." The old monk regained his smiling appearance.

"No, abbot, it's snowing outside, it's almost the New Year, the family is waiting, you're not here, I didn't come over Qingming, this is catching up today." Ama Fuqing chattered, he looked at Su Wen, "It's good for you to come back, he will be seventeen next year, I will let him come to you and listen to the teachings." ”

"Okay." The abbot was not humble.

Coming out of the Dajue Temple, the snow was falling heavier, but Su Wen's depressed state of mind suddenly opened up, he jumped on the horse, rode the horse and galloped wildly, and Ren Ama Fuqing shouted in the back.

The snow fell silently, flying all over the sky, occasionally cutting the branches of red plums, Su Wen couldn't help but be interested, he reined in the horse and shouted, "This donkey riding a donkey through the sword gate, I sword two Kunlun, how many times can I have in life?" How many times can there be? Don't let this scenery down! ”

Watching him jump off his horse in the snow and swing his knife around, Fuqing rushed closer, but he just looked at him lovingly, laughing, occasionally wiping a handful of snow water from his face, but still staring at him intently.