The first time I saw her was in Xianglan Temple.
Her eyes are like a spring deer, her delicate face is as brilliant as peach blossoms.
Just a glance at her, I couldn't control my panic-hearted beating.
The hall is full of pilgrims every day, and all the people who come to worship Buddha are pious, but her eyes are clear and direct, and the meaning of exploration is very open.
I met her in the pavilion of the Zen temple.
Poetry, calligraphy, painting, and Buddhist principles are all talked about.Most of the time, we play chess.Her chess style is like a pure eye, and her occasionally cunning and pretty smile makes my heart wrinkle.
She wore colorful clothes, both thick and elegant, as soft as smoke and willows.
The snow-white skin she occasionally exposed was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky, making me dizzy and tinnitus.
I tried hard to suppress my reckless Zen mind, and after returning to the Zen room, I knelt in front of the Buddha statue and recited the scriptures.
When I was very young, my master said that I was a disciple selected by the Buddha. When I had never learned Sanskrit, I felt very friendly when I read those Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, as appropriate as the skin texture.
My Buddhism has made rapid progress and improved, far beyond the many brothers and brothers. It is natural that I adhere to the will of my master and become the abbot of Xianglan Temple and the chief of preaching.
I keep in mind the Buddhist rules and precepts, and do not move without pain.But when the Zen mind moves, it will be like drinking poison to quench thirst and cannot stop.
I thought that as long as I could hold Buddhist beads in my hand and recite scriptures, I could maintain this superficial calm.
But one day, she was harmed by the people who were drunk and was poisoned by the people.
Her face was like clouds in the sky. Sometimes dark clouds were everywhere and red clouds were everywhere in the sky. She actually loved me.
At that moment, I didn’t know if it was a remorse or a surprise, and there was no scripture that could suppress my idiot.
I saw a beautiful scenery that I had never seen in Buddhist scriptures in this life, like the Western Paradise.
I broke the precept.
I asked Huairen to take charge of the temple and secretly moved me out of the temple to avoid being troubled by Xianglan Temple.
After a design, I came to Xiangshan and spent the most magnificent and quietest years in my life. How wonderful it would be if we could travel to Tianzhu for life.
It’s not that I didn’t see the regret in her eyes. When this happened, I would tell her that I met her in Huaian, which was destined and arranged by the Buddha.No matter whether it is luck or disaster, there is no regret.
But it's too late after all.
When I broke free from the rope and staggered down the mountain, the last scene I saw was that she committed suicide with her sword, and she was extremely sad.At that moment, the world lost its color and the heartbeat stopped.
Qingyi... I heard my voice, tearing it up very hard.
She can never hear it again.
I vaguely heard a large group of people roaring beside me, and words such as lewdness, lust, precepts, and shame came.
My hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I couldn't even support her petite body.
Her face was quiet and peaceful, and there was a smile on the corner of her lips. She was such a little fool.
Close your eyes and hold cross-legged, hold the seal next to her, and sit in a cross-legged position.
Meditation is the posture that I have maintained for the longest time in my life.
The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love, and inability to seek. In the end, one has never been able to break the life and death of love, and cannot see through the world.
May I obtain Bodhi in the next life.The body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless.
Meet you.
********************
They never thought that Huaian, who had always been solemn and gentle in Dharma, would be so colorful after seeing Fu Qingyi's body, and the changing expressions on his face would be so colorful.
Intertwined with regret, annoyance, regret, reluctance, anger, and extreme sadness.
Then he meditated next to Fu Qingyi's body, his face changing several times returned to calm, just like all rivers, mountains and rivers returned to the sea.
Huaikong winked at Lord Lin: Lord, the lewd monk has already admitted his crime in person. Please bring him to justice and return my Buddhist reputation!
Lord Lin waved his hand and the officers and soldiers rushed forward. Among them, the dead soldiers of the Prime Minister's Mansion waved their swords directly.
But what happened next surprised and shocked them. No matter whether the sword hit Huaian, it would rebound and turn the edge of the knife.
When he looked closely, there was a faint golden light on his body, and the situation was like a Buddha statue worshipped in a temple.
At this moment, Huairen and Wukong arrived. Seeing this, they held the Buddhist beads in their hands and chanted Amitabha Buddha.
Lord Lin, who was angry and embarrassed, waved his sword and said angrily: Xianglan Temple hides a lustful monk Huaian, and he has made mistakes in his Taoism, and his crimes cannot be forgiven.This official immediately requested the emperor to confiscate Xianglan Temple!
Wukong slowly finished reading a passage of scripture. His tender voice had strange magic power, like a pair of invisible hands stroking the tip of his heart. Even the dead man who cut the most fierce and cruel at the beginning could not help but throw away his sword and listen quietly.
After reading it, Wukong spoke, his tone was absolutely unquestionable: Huaian had been moved out a month ago, and his actions had nothing to do with Xianglan Temple.Now the one who is sitting in the process of transformation is Master Wukong. I hope Lin Tanyue has good thoughts and handed over the master's body to Wukong for offering sacrifices.
Everyone present was despised and changed when they heard this. This was a phenomenon that only occurred when the monk passed away, not to mention that Huaian's body was not damaged at all under the sword.
They were not completely disrespectful to ghosts and gods. Maybe Fu Jingyu took the lead and gradually, they all dispersed.
Her eyes are like a spring deer, her delicate face is as brilliant as peach blossoms.
Just a glance at her, I couldn't control my panic-hearted beating.
The hall is full of pilgrims every day, and all the people who come to worship Buddha are pious, but her eyes are clear and direct, and the meaning of exploration is very open.
I met her in the pavilion of the Zen temple.
Poetry, calligraphy, painting, and Buddhist principles are all talked about.Most of the time, we play chess.Her chess style is like a pure eye, and her occasionally cunning and pretty smile makes my heart wrinkle.
She wore colorful clothes, both thick and elegant, as soft as smoke and willows.
The snow-white skin she occasionally exposed was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky, making me dizzy and tinnitus.
I tried hard to suppress my reckless Zen mind, and after returning to the Zen room, I knelt in front of the Buddha statue and recited the scriptures.
When I was very young, my master said that I was a disciple selected by the Buddha. When I had never learned Sanskrit, I felt very friendly when I read those Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, as appropriate as the skin texture.
My Buddhism has made rapid progress and improved, far beyond the many brothers and brothers. It is natural that I adhere to the will of my master and become the abbot of Xianglan Temple and the chief of preaching.
I keep in mind the Buddhist rules and precepts, and do not move without pain.But when the Zen mind moves, it will be like drinking poison to quench thirst and cannot stop.
I thought that as long as I could hold Buddhist beads in my hand and recite scriptures, I could maintain this superficial calm.
But one day, she was harmed by the people who were drunk and was poisoned by the people.
Her face was like clouds in the sky. Sometimes dark clouds were everywhere and red clouds were everywhere in the sky. She actually loved me.
At that moment, I didn’t know if it was a remorse or a surprise, and there was no scripture that could suppress my idiot.
I saw a beautiful scenery that I had never seen in Buddhist scriptures in this life, like the Western Paradise.
I broke the precept.
I asked Huairen to take charge of the temple and secretly moved me out of the temple to avoid being troubled by Xianglan Temple.
After a design, I came to Xiangshan and spent the most magnificent and quietest years in my life. How wonderful it would be if we could travel to Tianzhu for life.
It’s not that I didn’t see the regret in her eyes. When this happened, I would tell her that I met her in Huaian, which was destined and arranged by the Buddha.No matter whether it is luck or disaster, there is no regret.
But it's too late after all.
When I broke free from the rope and staggered down the mountain, the last scene I saw was that she committed suicide with her sword, and she was extremely sad.At that moment, the world lost its color and the heartbeat stopped.
Qingyi... I heard my voice, tearing it up very hard.
She can never hear it again.
I vaguely heard a large group of people roaring beside me, and words such as lewdness, lust, precepts, and shame came.
My hands were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I couldn't even support her petite body.
Her face was quiet and peaceful, and there was a smile on the corner of her lips. She was such a little fool.
Close your eyes and hold cross-legged, hold the seal next to her, and sit in a cross-legged position.
Meditation is the posture that I have maintained for the longest time in my life.
The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, meeting with enemies and hatreds, separation from love, and inability to seek. In the end, one has never been able to break the life and death of love, and cannot see through the world.
May I obtain Bodhi in the next life.The body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless.
Meet you.
********************
They never thought that Huaian, who had always been solemn and gentle in Dharma, would be so colorful after seeing Fu Qingyi's body, and the changing expressions on his face would be so colorful.
Intertwined with regret, annoyance, regret, reluctance, anger, and extreme sadness.
Then he meditated next to Fu Qingyi's body, his face changing several times returned to calm, just like all rivers, mountains and rivers returned to the sea.
Huaikong winked at Lord Lin: Lord, the lewd monk has already admitted his crime in person. Please bring him to justice and return my Buddhist reputation!
Lord Lin waved his hand and the officers and soldiers rushed forward. Among them, the dead soldiers of the Prime Minister's Mansion waved their swords directly.
But what happened next surprised and shocked them. No matter whether the sword hit Huaian, it would rebound and turn the edge of the knife.
When he looked closely, there was a faint golden light on his body, and the situation was like a Buddha statue worshipped in a temple.
At this moment, Huairen and Wukong arrived. Seeing this, they held the Buddhist beads in their hands and chanted Amitabha Buddha.
Lord Lin, who was angry and embarrassed, waved his sword and said angrily: Xianglan Temple hides a lustful monk Huaian, and he has made mistakes in his Taoism, and his crimes cannot be forgiven.This official immediately requested the emperor to confiscate Xianglan Temple!
Wukong slowly finished reading a passage of scripture. His tender voice had strange magic power, like a pair of invisible hands stroking the tip of his heart. Even the dead man who cut the most fierce and cruel at the beginning could not help but throw away his sword and listen quietly.
After reading it, Wukong spoke, his tone was absolutely unquestionable: Huaian had been moved out a month ago, and his actions had nothing to do with Xianglan Temple.Now the one who is sitting in the process of transformation is Master Wukong. I hope Lin Tanyue has good thoughts and handed over the master's body to Wukong for offering sacrifices.
Everyone present was despised and changed when they heard this. This was a phenomenon that only occurred when the monk passed away, not to mention that Huaian's body was not damaged at all under the sword.
They were not completely disrespectful to ghosts and gods. Maybe Fu Jingyu took the lead and gradually, they all dispersed.
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