"Do I need anything to prepare?, pen, ink, paper, inkstone?" asked Hatoasa.

When he was walking in the Qi Gate recently, he noticed that the children were all carrying small cloth bags.

Inside the cloth bag is the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

However, the two old men shook their heads.

"The little brother's cultivation is very high, I believe that he can never forget it, clean up his mood, and prepare a clear mind. ”

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, that is something that only mortals or students with poor memory need.

The dove tilted his head and smiled, "What do you both want to teach me?"

"Monk Dharma. "Master Pushan clasped his hands together.

"Gentleman's teachings. The old student in white smiled like spring.

It's all what you're good at, and it's also your strengths to make up for my weaknesses.

The dove pouted, and said in his heart, "Okay then."

"Here tomorrow?" Hadoshin pointed to this elegant world.

"No, no, on the square, I am teaching the Dharma with the master on a high platform. Qi Chuansheng quickly explained.

"Well, the square is so empty, what are you going to do there?"

This small world has the strongest fragrance of books and ink, and if you are a student studying, it is of course the best place here.

That's true, but the gentlemen's intentions are clearly more than that.

"Master Pushan is a good Buddha in the world, he came from afar, and the living Buddha taught the Dharma, how can he not let the students in my door get a little Buddha? Qi Chuansheng smiled kindly.

Gu had an epiphany and scratched his head meaninglessly: "Oh, oh, hehe, I thought you two were opening a small stove with me alone." ”

It turned out that I was teaching so many people at one time, and I almost got it wrong.

"If the little brother is willing, after a hundred days, we can't ask for it, isn't it a master?" Qi Chuansheng pushed the old monk.

The old monk said yes again and again.

In fact, the old monk was quite surprised when he heard Qi Chuansheng say that he was willing to let all the students from his disciples come to listen to the Dharma.

At the time of the opening ceremony, Master Pushan had already been invited to publicize the style of Fengxue Nunnery in front of the tens of thousands of students in Qiyimen.

He didn't expect that he would actually have the opportunity to teach the disciples of the Qi Sect.

Most of the students are in their infancy, and if they listen to the Buddha for a hundred days, they are not afraid that the scholars under them will be heard as monks?

Master Pushan turned his eyes to Qi Chuansheng, he was dressed in white and bearded, and his body was righteous and unwinded.

Suddenly, Master Pushan understood and smiled.

"Don't ask, in the past 100 days, you have written down everything that Mr. said word for word, copied it into a book, and brought it back to Fengxue Nunnery. Master Pushan told not to ask.

The dove is not clear.

Even if you don't ask, you are full of doubts and ask, "What should I choose?"

The old monk smiled, glanced at Qi Chuansheng, and turned back and said, "Sage Sutra." ”

Hearing these three words, Qi Chuansheng frowned.

The Book of Saints?

In this way, don't you regard him Qi Chuansheng as a saint?

Hatoasa and Don't ask were equally shocked.

Is this raising the old gentleman too high?

Qi Chuansheng smiled miserably in the face of such praise and refused: "The saint will not have a ghost in his heart, the master will not harm me, and he will not harm future generations, although my words and deeds are the gentleman's law in my heart, but they are definitely not the words and deeds of the saint." ”

Qi Chuansheng is righteous and righteous, this is absolutely impossible.

Jiuqian felt that Qi Chuansheng was reasonable, although the old man was very good, but the living saint always felt that something was weird.

Suddenly, when a strange feeling appeared in Gu Qian's heart, a poem appeared in his mind: The ancient saints are all dead, and only the drinker leaves his name.

He couldn't help but wonder, why can't there be living saints?

Jiuqian felt that there was already a trace of prejudice in his heart, if Qi Chuan survived, he would not be able to deserve the word saint.

Who deserves the vast world of ink?

Thinking quickly, Gu Qian tried his best, and finally found that among his knowledge, only the second brother's teacher, the old gentleman in front of him, was the closest to the word sage.

Gu Qian suddenly noticed that Qi Chuansheng's body already had all the temperament that a gentleman should have.

When the doorman left, even Qi Yi, the most gentleman in Gu Qian's heart, was impulsive and made a mistake because of his feelings, but the old man smiled with tears in his eyes, sighing that life is not happy, and death is not painful.

Not to mention, the words and deeds of the old gentleman on weekdays.

There is no place that is not as warm as jade, such as Jun Zhengze.

"Sir, the old monk asks you, in the heart of the old monk, can the old monk approach the Buddha?" the old monk asked.

Aren't you all called the Good Buddha of the world?

That's for sure!

The dove said that this still needs to be asked.

Sure enough, Qi Chuansheng didn't think much about it, so he bowed his hand and said: "The master is merciful, he has done good deeds all his life, and he is naturally close to the Buddha." ”

"However, sir, can you know that in the eyes of the old monk, the old monk is closer to the Buddha than the old monk? At that moment, the old monk doubted, which means that I am not as good as the old monk. ”

The Buddha in the Fengxue Nunnery, the saint in the Qi Gate, the old monk feels that it is the same kind of person.

"People who are close to the Buddha have been respected by the world as Buddha, Mr. is closer to the saint than the old monk, and the word saint is well deserved. ”

The old monk was convinced, bowed his head and folded his head.

Right now, the living Buddhas in the world are saying this, and Jiuqian suddenly feels that the teachings taught by the old gentleman one hundred days after the three words of the sage are named in advance are actually quite good.

There are many sages in the Qi family, and there has never been a righteous religion that overrides all speech, and it is indeed necessary to have a classic that has been handed down.

However, no matter what outsiders thought and said, the old man Qi Chuansheng's heart seemed to have something that he couldn't get around, and he frowned slightly and shook his head frequently.

"Please also ask the master to retract his fate, otherwise, the old student will not be able to preach this doctrine. ”

Qi Chuansheng understood the meaning of Master Pushan's words, but this sage said that anyone can finish it, but he Qi Chuansheng can't.

Not because of anything else, but because he has a ghost in his heart, and there is a ghost that will definitely not be tolerated by the world once he is in the world.

The reputation of Qi Yimen must not be ruined in his hands.

Qi Chuansheng was extremely resolute and resolute.

Even, in the eyes of Master Pushan, there was already a faint request in his eyes, asking the master to take back this fate.

Master Pushan felt weird, the so-called sage scripture was just in the name of his Qi transmission, and what he did was to preach the teachings of Qi sages.

Who will fail to see the discerning man of the Hereafter?

Why is the gentleman so obsessed with this?

Even so persistent that he did not hesitate to lose his gentlemanly demeanor?

Among them, it is as if there is something unspeakable!

However, the old monk couldn't even imagine that the old gentleman who had never gone out since he stepped into the door in his life could have something unspeakable about his body.

Gu Qianhe didn't ask to watch it for a long time, and he was also confused.

Time passed minute by minute, and seeing that Qi Chuansheng was as firm as ever, but Master Pushan began to waver.

Perhaps, it is too early to make the words of a saint?

The old monk had even begun to doubt the judgment that had persisted in his heart for hundreds of years.

Seeing that Master Pushan was about to take back his fate, Jiuqian suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, teacher, I suddenly have a question for you. ”