Looking at these four words, Liangchen was shocked!

Almost tears burst out of his eyes, he stared at these four words motionlessly, his heart fluctuated, and he couldn't calm down for a long time!

"Is it really bitter?" he still couldn't believe in his heart, and after a long time, he finally felt a little tired, and he lay on the sandalwood hard bed, and slowly fell asleep in the lingering sandalwood and the faint sound of chanting.

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On the second day, Liangchen opened his eyes to the melodious sound of a bell.

Although this sleep is not sweet, all kinds of dreams in the past seem to be singing, you sing and I appear, but because the big stone in my heart was finally removed, I slept quite steadily.

He sensed the situation of the Yuan Infant in his body a little, and found that there was indeed no change from yesterday, it seems that what the master said is true, and he must cultivate the "Ah Ruo Heart Sutra" in order to accelerate the fusion of the Relief Bead and the pure Yang Buddha blood contained in it.

I lit a soul-fixing incense, lit the ancient lamp, ate a few more spiritual fruits, and waited for my mind to settle down, then I took out the wooden card and began to comprehend the "Aro Heart Sutra" again

"Ah Ruo asked the Buddha, the beginning of all things?

The Buddha said: Heaven and earth are clear.

Ah Ruo asked again, the beginning of the world?

The Buddha said, yin and yang.

Ah Ruosan asked: The beginning of the two rituals?

The Buddha said: Prajna Bodhi.

Ara Si asked: The beginning of Bodhi?

The Buddha said: Thunderbolt Haiqing, Yang sighs Peng...."

I don't know if it's because of the second enlightenment, or because this night Zhihai has merged some of the thoughts in the Relief Bead. He felt that looking at these awkward scriptures, it seemed that it was more relaxed than yesterday.

The scriptures are only more than 100 words, and at first I can guess and understand the general meaning, but the more I go on, the more profound and mysterious I feel, and it is almost difficult to understand every sentence.

In addition, most of these scriptures are four-character verses, which are even more obscure and difficult to understand, and there is no way to cultivate for a while.

He had to comprehend and recite word by word, and after reading it repeatedly, he still couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up.

Remembering that the master said yesterday that if there was confusion to find the two apprentices, he took the wooden sign and pushed the door out after a little thought.

Walking to the hall, I subconsciously looked up at the beams of the room, but found that there was nothing, and the basket that the old monk hung up yesterday seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"I watched the master hang the basket on the beam of the house yesterday, why is it missing today?" he looked different, and his mind swept every inch of the roof, and after a moment there was still nothing to be found.

No wonder there was no basket yesterday, but the master beckoned to have it. ”

"Something interesting!" Ryochen smiled and descended the escalator.

On the second floor, the huge jade ball was still quietly offered on the glass table, and the silver beads in the center emitted a faint light, which seemed quiet and mysterious.

When Liangchen looked at it, there was a little longing in his eyes, but thinking of what the old monk said, he had to dispel this thought.

Suddenly remembering that when the stars appeared yesterday, not only was his spirit shocked, but his body also echoed a little, and he couldn't help but have another wonderful idea, but then he shook his head again.

He looked at the thin lines drawn on the doors and windows around him, and said softly:

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and walked towards the first floor again.

When I got to the first floor, I didn't see the old monk, but the thin monk and the fat monk were about to go out.

"Amitabha, the donor is polite!" The thin monk saw Liangchen walking down, looked indifferent, folded his hands and pronounced a Buddha name.

The fat monk next to him bent his eyebrows, and there was a little smile in his eyes, and he was about to step forward to greet Liangchen, but suddenly remembered that he was practicing meditation, so he had to fold his hands and nod to Liangchen.

"Master of the short day, I don't know where you are going?" asked Liangchen.

"Master Ye, I haven't been in the temple all these years, and there are not many things anymore, so the master ordered me to pick some camellia. The thin monk replied.

"I was about to ask the little master if he could go along with some doubts he had encountered in his cultivation?" Liangchen asked.

"Yes, the donor is with me. The thin monk nodded, and the fat monk next to him smiled even more.

The two of them stepped out and walked towards the clouds, Liangchen followed closely behind, only to see the two of them stepping on the clouds and fluttering clothes, looking dusty and idle, and suddenly a trace of envy rose.

The group of three walked for about a cup of tea, and then landed on a mountainside.

Although it is a mountainside, it is not far from the top of the mountain, and it is rarely visited, such as climbing a fairyland.

Liangchen raised his eyes and looked around, only to see the towering ancient trees all over the mountains like a huge green umbrella dotted between the mountains, the morning light fell from the sky, gently sprinkled through the dense shade, and then was shocked by the crisp and bright birdsong, and became a little colorful glazed agate gems scattered everywhere!

A bluestone mountain road winds and thins, lined with bushes, between which there are scattered wildflowers, on top of the nameless thatch with long white flocculents, and everywhere is the sound of the rope, I don't know whether the insects are singing or the movement of small beasts passing through.

Liangchen looked around, but he didn't see a single tea tree, and he was guessing, but he saw two little monks walking forward with ease.

After walking six or seven miles into the mountain, the stone path gradually steepened, and finally turned into a thin path, which was sprinkled with fallen leaves, and made a creaking sound when you stepped on it.

In this way, the path gradually disappeared, and when there was almost no road, I saw two monks stop, and the two of them walked to the foot of a towering ancient tree, each took out a cloth bag and carried it in his hand, and then looked up at the colorful canopy.

Liangchen also followed their gaze, but saw that the two ancient trees were about 100 zhang tall and difficult for five people to hold, and they were the two thickest trees around, and they were thousands of years old.

The leaves of the ancient tree are shaped like hearts, densely stacked, and tremble slightly in the morning light.

"Is this a tea tree?"

As he was thinking, the two monks seemed to be petrified, and they also froze in place, and they did not go up to the tree to pick tea leaves.

"What's the situation? Is it still an hour to pick tea?" Liangchen watched the two of them staring up motionlessly, waiting for the half-burnt incense.

When he was in doubt, a gust of mountain wind blew over the hill. A few half-yellow, half-green leaves at the tip of the treetops trembled slightly, then drooped slightly, drifting down in the breeze.

The two monks moved at the same time!

I saw a few afterimages flashing under the tree, and those few leaves were taken in the hands of the two monks.

With a smile on their faces, the two of them put it in a cloth bag, and then the figure disappeared again.

"Falling leaves for tea?" Liangchen's heart moved, and he immediately guessed the intention of the two.

"But what kind of tea tree is this, how can a tea tree grow so big?"

In this way, Liangchen looked at the figures of the two people, sometimes like statues, not moving at all, and sometimes flashing like butterflies wearing flowers.

As the morning light grew thicker, the cloth bags of the two gradually became bulging, and the two finally stopped their movements and walked towards Liangchen.

"The tea has been picked. Let's go back. The thin monk said.

"It turns out that this mountain dew tea is picked like this, it's really an eye-opener!" Liangchen sighed, and then asked, "May I ask the little master, I don't know what kind of tea tree this is?"

"Amitabha, the little monk doesn't know the name of this tree, but he only knows that they are the two largest trees on this mountain!

The master used to enlighten under the tree here, so he picked the leaves of this tree for tea, and the master said that this tea could taste his past. ”

"This tea needs to be picked in the morning before there is morning dew, so it is called dew tea. The thin monk said and took out a few leaves from the cloth bag, and there was indeed a little bit of dew between the green and yellow.

"Ahh

"No wonder, it's bitter and hard to say... He shook his head, but saw that the fat monk on the side was squeezing his eyebrows at him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.