"Why are you sweeping the floor here?"

Xiao Yan's voice sounded in the cold courtyard.

The old monk's movements were indeed a little slow, and after Xiao Yan finished saying this, the old monk slowly straightened up and looked in the direction of Xiao Yan's voice.

It wasn't until he saw Xiao Yan in the room clearly that he completely came back to his senses and replied, "It was Lord Wang who asked me to sweep the floor." ”

"Lord Wang?" "Ever since he was trapped in this lake-center meditation courtyard, Xiao Yan didn't want to think, and his thoughts were much slower than before.

"It's Lord Wang, monk. The old monk replied again.

"Wang Seng farewell..."Hearing this name, Xiao Yan really reacted.

After he ascended the throne, he established many Buddhist temples in the Jiankang area, and he also set up a special authority in the court to govern these Buddhist temples.

So he was a little puzzled at this time, "You are a monk of Qixia Temple, and the monk Wang can't control the specific use of the monks of your Qixia Temple, what do you monks do, it is under the control of the great monks in your temple, how can he let you come here to sweep the floor?"

Looking at his incomprehensible look, the old monk smiled mildly and said: "Emperor, don't you know, I have been transferred from Qixia Temple to Nengdu Temple the year before last, and I was assigned to the service hall in Nengdu Temple. Some of the young monks had to open up the wasteland and plant the fields and vegetables, but the old monks like me usually cleaned the courtyard or went to the workshop to help make some incense and other things. I've been assigned to clean the area, including the garden outside and the courtyard in the middle of the lake, and today it's my turn to sweep the floor. ”

"You... You used to be the great monk of Qixia Temple, how could you be divided into miscellaneous monks..."Xiao Yan's thoughts were a little chaotic at this time.

The previous dynasty did not have a special management of the Buddhist temple institutions, the Buddhist temples are governed by their own great monks, this old monk was the highest status of Qixia Temple, even after the change of the new dynasty, he replaced the old monk, but according to his identity, the worst is to edit Buddhist scriptures, how can not become a miscellaneous monk.

Those miscellaneous monks are either monks who have not been formally registered as monks, or they have just entered the Buddhist temple, or they are too stupid to memorize even a single Buddhist scripture, or they are the kind of monks who have committed a crime and have been expelled from the monkhood, but do not want to return to the world.

"It's no wonder that Lord Wang. ”

The old monk smiled slightly and said: "I was transferred to Nengdu Temple, originally assigned to the Sutra Monastery, but the great monk of Nengdu Temple, Hui Xin, had a completely different understanding of some Buddhist scriptures in the previous dynasty than me, and he lost again at a debate meeting, and died soon after. I was familiar with the monk Huixin, who was supposed to be sick and would not die of depression, but one of his disciples, who was now the head of the monastery, did not think so, and soon after I went, he found an excuse to make up a charge against me and sent me to the miscellaneous office of Nengdu Temple. When I returned to the miscellaneous service hall, I followed the unified dispatch of the miscellaneous service hall, and according to my age, I sprinkled and swept the courtyard in this area. ”

Xiao Yan completely understood this time, of course he knew that many Buddhist temples were also like courts, and the monks in them would naturally have some intrigues, but he saw that this old monk was old but had to sweep the courtyard every day, but he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart at this time.

"It was my negligence. He hung his head, feeling ashamed of the old monk.

"That's not your intention, so don't apologize. The old monk smiled: "What's more, reciting sutras is also a practice, and sprinkling and sweeping the courtyard is also a practice, and I am not unhappy." ”

Xiao Yan raised his head, he looked at the old monk's eyes, "With such big ups and downs, there is really nothing unhappy in your heart?"

"Unhappiness comes from the heart of gain and loss. I have never had the heart of gain or loss, where does unhappiness come from. The old monk still smiled, "I used to manage Qixia Temple, I had a lot of things in my mind, and I thought about serving the monks every day, not only to worry about the sickness and itching of those particularly old monks, but also to worry about those young monks not to get into trouble, many troubles, and there is less time to meditate and study the Buddhist scriptures

Many, if you talk about gains and losses... Do you lose more, or gain more?"

Xiao Yan was stunned, he didn't know how to respond, but subconsciously said: "It's just that compared to the past, this body is tired..."

"It's tiring to sit and think for a long time, and it's tiring to sprinkle and sweep work, so what's the difference. The old monk looked at Xiao Yan and said, "The key is only in the state of mind. ”

"You are a high monk, but I am not exempt from the vulgar. Xiao Yan's body shook dejectedly, "I sit here, although I try not to think about gains and losses, but I always fall into pessimism and despair, and my heart is full of resentment, and even hatred." ”

"Where does the hatred come from?" asked the old monk.

"My mother was killed by the enemy, and I was powerless to take revenge, so I was filled with hatred. Xiao Yan said.

"Then why are you imprisoned here?"

"I made an appointment with Lin Yi to fight, and the loser imprisoned himself. ”

"Then you and Lin Yi also have hatred? As far as I know, Lin Yi is not your mother's enemy. ”

"Lin Yi is the closed disciple of He Xiu, the master of the previous generation of Sword Pavilion, it is precisely because of He Xiu's opposition that my mother was forced to imprison herself here that year, after my mother came out, she also wanted to avenge the revenge of the year, and she wanted to kill another disciple of He Xiu, so she was killed by the Demon Sect. The Sword Pavilion is where it all began. Now Lin Yi is the master of the Sword Pavilion, that's why I want to seek revenge from him. ”

"If you follow this algorithm, you also have an enmity with the entire Southern Dynasty. He was born in Jiankang and grew up in Jiankang, so according to what you said, all the people who provided Lin Yi with food and taught him, including all the people who later brought him into contact with He Xiu, are your enemies. The old monk smiled gently, "In this regard, you yourself are also your own enemy, you are the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, you manage Jiankang and the Southern Dynasty, but you let such a good young man become a disciple of He Xiu, and become the master of the Sword Pavilion, you yourself are to blame." And as far as I know, after the change of dynasty, the Sword Pavilion has also been hidden, if it were not for your consent, Lin Yi would not be able to become the master of the Sword Pavilion, and now that he has become the Lord of the Sword Pavilion, it is also your intention, but you want him to be responsible for what you agreed to?"

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

"After all, your heart is too chaotic, you are full of hatred, I am afraid that I want to kill all these powerful characters. The old monk looked at him kindly and said: "Ordinary people sometimes have trouble with everything, and they will hate the heavens and the earth, and they want to kill everyone, but they often disappear quickly because they are just ordinary people, but you are different, you are the emperor, and your hatred is infinitely magnified because of your status and state of mind." ”

"You're right, I'm in such a state of mind that I can't extricate myself from this boundless hell. Xiao Yan looked at the old monk painfully and said, "Please give the monk advice." ”

"I don't know how to give advice. The old monk smiled and said, "I just said my conjecture, and I have said everything I should have said." ”

......

"What did you say to him?"

When the night fell on Jiankang, a middle-aged monk wearing a brand-new monk's robe came to the monk's house where the old monk lived, he pushed the door straight into the monk's house, looked at the old monk who was soaking his feet, and asked sharply.

The cold wind of the winter night blew on the old monk with the door he pushed open, making the old monk shiver suddenly.

It's just that the middle-aged monk's face is colder than the cold wind in the winter night.

This middle-aged monk is the first of the Nengdu Monastery Sutra Monastery, and the reason why this old monk was beaten into the miscellaneous service house is also from his handwriting.

"You old thing, even if you distort the scriptures, you don't want to be at ease when you do some ordinary chores, what did you do today, what did you say, why did the saint send out the holy oracle, starting tomorrow, only one meal will be delivered in two days?"

"So what you asked was, what did I say to the saint?" The old monk was slightly stunned, but then smiled slightly, and said: "He just asked me why I couldn't dissolve my hatred, I just said that after all, it was just because his heart was too chaotic, he asked me for advice, and I said how I could guide him." ”

"So many words!"

The first seat of the monastery looked at the old monk viciously, and said coldly: "That's all, if that's all, why did he start a hunger strike tomorrow and only eat one meal every two days?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I don't know about this. ”

The first seat of the seminary looked at the somewhat muddy footwashing water in his footwashing bucket, and his heart became even more disgusted, and his face became even more ugly: "You are restless, wait until the above blames you, and then you will naturally have good fruit to eat." ”

The old monk looked at him calmly and said, "If you are guilty of this, then you can't blame others, and I will naturally accept the punishment." ”

"You!"

The first seat of the monastery was inexplicably more angry in his heart, but looking at the old monk's unfazed appearance, he only felt that the other party was like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water, so he couldn't help but shake the sleeve of the monk's robe heavily, and the moment he turned around, he thought about how to make the old monk do some heavier rough work.

At this moment, the road behind him was lit up between the monks' houses, and many people came with lanterns and hurried footsteps.

The first seat of the seminary looked at the people who appeared in sight in astonishment, and his face changed several times, but his heart was suddenly happy.

Among these people, the leader was the great monk of Nengdu Temple, but behind him were not only important people in this temple, but also several ministers in the court.

Huiqing, the great monk of Nengdu Temple, had already seen him clearly from a distance, but in an instant, his face turned straight, and he said sharply: "The front is the emptiness of the first temple of the Sutra Academy?"

The first seat of this monastery was originally happy, only to say that this old monk caused trouble, these people rushed to deal with this old monk overnight, but by this head drink, he trembled, only felt that a cold wind also blew into his bones, only felt that something seemed to be wrong.

He didn't dare to slack off, so he immediately bowed and said, "It's emptiness." ”

"You are so bold that you dare to make up a crime and frame a monk. The pure land of Buddhism is actually stained because of you!" Huiqing shouted loudly and said: "From today onwards, I will be expelled from the monks, and I will be sent to the miscellaneous service hall, and I will not be allowed to return to the vulgar for three years?"

"What!" The first seat of the monastery only felt like five thunderbolts, and for a moment his brain was blank, his legs were weak, and he almost sat on the ground.

In the next moment, he came back to his senses a little, and said in a loud voice: "Where did the crime of my life come from..."

"If you want to quibble again, you will have to be rebuked with a rod!"

A DPRK official interrupted his argument with a sneer, "This is a holy oracle from the Holy Lord himself, is it still false!"

Another official also immediately spoke, "There is a decree in the saint, from tomorrow, the great monk Huineng will return to Qixia Temple, and Nengdu Temple will also be under the control of Qixia Temple." ”

"It's for him to...."

The first seat of the monastery was even more a bolt from the blue, and he turned his head in disbelief to look at the old monk who was still wiping his feet, and he couldn't believe that this old monk would actually rule Qixia Temple and Nengdu Temple.

It's just the looks of these officials that let him know that what happened is extremely real.

There was even a hint of fanaticism in the eyes of these officials.

After Emperor Xiao Yan was imprisoned for many days, people felt more and more hopeless, and the vast majority of people in the court even felt that there was a big problem with his mental state, but today suddenly two oracles were preached, and the officials who went to receive the oracle only felt that he was a little different from some time ago.

How does this not exalt these officials?

......

"Are you here?"

"It's coming soon. ”

In Jiangxia County, Southern Dynasty, a cultivator dressed in a green shirt arrived at the door of a courtyard and quickly had a conversation with a cultivator in a green shirt inside the door.

In less than a cup of tea, two carriages drove up the road outside the door.

The people in the courtyard opened the side door wide, allowing the two carriages to drive directly into the courtyard through the side door.

Before the two carriages stopped, Lin Yi, Xiao Shufei, Chen Baoyun and others had already appeared in front of the two carriages.

The curtain of the carriage at the head of the carriage was lifted, and the original Taoist stepped out of it.

The original Taoist nodded at Lin Yi, Lin Yi's expression instantly became solemn, and he directly saluted the second carriage seriously.

The golden body of the Great Gola has arrived.