Turning into lovesickness red bean red

Huo Yuanzhen did not listen to Mo Lan's dissuasion. Murong Qiuyu openly told Shaolin that what a monk was wrong, and he must not retreat. Even if he cultivated the Buddha's mind, he could not make arrangements at will.&*.

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"Miss Murong seems to have some misunderstandings about monks. Being a monk does not really have no worries about the world. If you wait for people from the world to come to my Shaolin, you will still treat you with courtesy. If you are embarrassed, I, Shaolin, will do my best to help you. How can you say that you can have nothing to do with the world?"

Murong Qiuyu looked at Huo Yuanzhen, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She could not see the joy and anger. She said softly: "Qiuyu didn't say that your teachings were bad, but she felt that such things were too bizarre and illusory, and there was no result. Do you think you were practicing Buddhism, what kind of Buddha did you practice? I have heard a poem from your Buddhist name, "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be generated? Is there this one?"

“This poem does have it.”

"Okay, Qiuyu will ask the master, why are the Bodhi tree and the mirror platform?"

Huo Yuanzhen said: "Bodhi meaning refers to enlightenment, wisdom, sudden enlightenment, sudden enlightenment, and sudden enlightenment of the truth, and reaching the state of transcendence. It can also refer to it as the mind. Bodhi tree refers to the troubles in the heart. Of course, the mirror is a bright mirror, and it is not a platform. It is originally free of troubles and distracting thoughts in everyone's heart. No matter how bright the mirror is, it cannot reflect the troubles and distracting thoughts hidden in your heart. It is a supreme state of Buddhism."

When Murong Qiuyu heard Huo Yuanzhen say this, he nodded indecisively. The monk seemed to have some tricks, but this would be better, otherwise it would be too boring.

"The master said it nicely, but Qiuyu believes that it is the stupidest way to worship and practice like this to cut off the world. When people are born, they should not be the ancient Buddha of green lamps and should not live up to their great years. The spring scenery outside is raining, summer rain and winter snow, and the prosperity is like a brocade. Now it is the new year again, but you are not wise to stay in this ancient temple in the deep mountains."

"Junior sister, can we go back?"

Molan felt that Murong Qiuyu had said a little too much.

"Senior sister, what are you anxious about? Qiuyu wants to have a good talk with this master."

Murong Qiuyu tilted her head slightly, and a playful smile hanged on the corner of her mouth. Her face was beautiful and charming. Inadvertently, she showed her unparalleled lethality to men.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at his nose, his nose, and his mouth were asked with his heart. He was not moved by Murong Qiuyu's beauty, but smiled and said, "Miss Murong is such a bad word. Although I am not talented, I can understand this Bodhi mirror. I know very well what is outside."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen paused: "I have a Bodhi mirror platform in my heart, and I have no guesses about the spring and autumn scenery. I don't have to watch the blurry eyes for the past year, and I let the prosperity fall into my eyes."

After talking for a long time, Murong Qiuyu finally got stunned for a moment. (《》, watch the latest update of this book)

Huo Yuanzhen's sentence is directed at his words just now, which makes people irrefutable for a while.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "What the master said this time is right. It seems that everything is in your heart. If you are asked to leave this Shaolin Temple, can you still practice with your heart?"

"Amitabha, my Buddhist practice is free from wherever I am. I will teach the monks on weekdays that they will practice from all over the world, regardless of where they are."

"The master does not agree with Qiuyu's words. Although Qiuyu has never studied Buddhism, he also knows that the holy land of Buddhism should be Lingshan. Is there no difference between practicing in Lingshan and practicing in the mortal world? The master is lying again."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said, "Where is Lingshan? Does Miss Murong know?"

Murong Qiuyu was stunned for a moment and found that he seemed to have made a mistake. He had only heard of this Lingshan. How could he know the location? Now he was caught by the monk and asked him.

But she could only shake her head and say, "Qiuyu doesn't know."

"Since I don't know, I can tell Miss Murong that the Buddha is in my heart, don't ask for help. Lingshan is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan Tower, and only cultivates it under Lingshan Tower. This Lingshan is in my heart, so why do we need to divide the location?"

Huo Yuan's true words and Zen techniques, and repeated aphorisms finally made Murong Qiuyu feel a little helpless.

I wrote a poem that stimulated the monk. Unexpectedly, he fought and fought back one after another. Moreover, the more I defended him, the more I became into his strengths.

His eyes rolled, and Murong Qiuyu said again: "Master, your Buddhism is so profound, have you ever cut off the worldly relationship?"

Huo Yuanzhen is really hard to answer the question of Murong Qiuyu. If he said that he would break the world and would not even cheat himself, but if he said that he would not break it, he would inevitably let this girl catch the handle and fight back.

But Huo Yuanzhen insisted: "I am Lu Du, I have never completely cut off my relationship with the world. I am ashamed of my Buddha."

Murong Qiuyu raised her head slightly: "The master said this, which proves that he is still upholding his true heart. I wonder why the master failed to break the relationship between the world?"

"Obstinence, concern, etc."

Huo Yuanzhen's vague answer made Murong Qiuyu not very satisfied. He blinked twice and said, "Qiuyu once heard a beautiful poem. He only remembered the first three sentences, but forgot the fourth sentence. I wonder if the master can solve Qiuyu's doubts."

"Miss Murong, please speak, I know everything."

"The first three sentences are called, once the vast sea is hard to make water, but the Wushan Mountain is not clouds, and I am lazy to look back on the flowers. As for the last sentence, I forgot, how should I say it?"

Huo Yuanzhen casually said: "The last sentence is, half of the fate of practicing Taoism and half of the fate of the king."

Murong Qiuyu sighed softly: "Sure enough, the master is very talented, and this poem is very appropriate to the master."

"Aptitude? What do Miss Murong say?"

"The master himself said that the relationship between the world has not yet ended. I think the master also felt like he had been in the sea. In the face of Qiuyu and Sister Molan, there was no time to lose his manners. Although Qiuyu was unbearable, Senior Sister Molan was a first-class beauty. The abbot was a monk, but everyone loved beauty. There must be a reason why the master was so disdainful to our sisters."

"So what is the reason according to Miss Murong?"

Huo Yuanzhen also felt quite interesting. Murong Qiuyu was decent in appearance, but she was very good-mouthed. She was really attractive in cooperation with her pretty appearance. Although she would not be fascinated by her, she couldn't hate her.

"Of course it's the last sentence of the master. Half of the fate of practicing Taoism and half of the fate of the king, half of it because you are practicing, and the other half... Of course, it's because of Ning Wanjun."

When Mo Lan heard it, she almost laughed. Ning Wanjun and Murong Qiuyu were both called the evil spirits and the two most beautiful women. Mo Lan didn't know how Ning Wanjun was, but Murong Qiuyu always regarded Ning Wanjun as the imaginary enemy. Although she never said what Ning Wanjun was, she cared about it. This may be Murong Qiuyu's biggest weakness.

This monk has a good relationship with Ning Wanjun. He knew it himself, and Murong Qiuyu also knew it. He didn't expect that he would come up with a question at this time, but it was obvious that Murong Qiuyu still cared very much.

Mo Lan could understand Murong Qiuyu's thoughts. If this monk really had feelings for Ning Wanjun and disdained him, it would definitely be a blow to this beautiful girl from Tianya Hai Pavilion.

Huo Yuanzhen was also a little silly and laughed. Murong Qiuyu could really contact him, and he could also connect him together. He couldn't help but say, "Miss Murong is too worried."

Speaking of this matter, Murong Qiuyu felt a little unhappy when she saw that Huo Yuan had not made too much excuses. She thought for a while and said, "Master, you are indeed talented, Qiuyu believes that she can't convince you."

"Thank you for the female donor's praise, I am ashamed of being afraid to take it."

"I am going back to Tianyahai Pavilion with Senior Sister Molan now. I will visit the master again in the future. Let me talk to the master today to give Qiuyu a new view on Buddhism. Before leaving, I hope that the master can give Qiuyu a Buddhist instrument to keep it as a souvenir."

Others need to invite magic tools. Murong Qiuyu opened her mouth and asked for it, and she would leave a souvenir.

"Okay, since Miss Murong has made this proposal, I will give the girl a paper fan, which contains a painting that the Buddha advises the world. I also hope to bring a cool breeze to the girl in summer."

"Thank you, Master, but Qiuyu has a request, which is to write on the back of the paper fan, and write on the Shaolin Abbot’s handed over to Murong Qiuyu at Tianya Hai Pavilion, proving that this thing will be mine from now on."

Hearing this, Huo Yuanzhen saw a slight cunning smell in Murong Qiuyu's eyes. He had guessed what she was thinking, but he nodded and said, "Since that's the case, it's as the girl wishes."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen returned to the abbot's courtyard. After a while, he took out a paper fan with the Buddha's pattern on it and the handwriting just written on the back.

When I came to Murong Qiuyu, I opened the fan a little, and let Murong Qiuyu see it, it really showed the words "Shaolin One Ring Given to Murong Qiuyu in Tianya Hai Pavilion".

Murong Qiuyu took the fan with a smile, and actually gave Huo Yuanzhen a blessing for the first time: "Thank you, abbot, Murong Qiuyu said goodbye."

After saying that, he pulled Molan and left.

Mo Lan couldn't persuade her, so she had to wave her hand to Huo Yuanzhen and then was pulled out.

Looking at the two of them leaving, Huo Yuanzhen showed a slight smile.

The two walked out of the Shaolin Temple gate, and Murong Qiuyu breathed a long sigh: "This monk is really not simple. Senior sister, you are not wronged."

Molan didn't say anything, thinking you knew it was amazing, and she was refuted by others and couldn't speak, but you were just thicker than me.

Murong Qiuyu said again: "But this monk made a lot of calculations, but in the end he was deceived by this girl."

Afterwards, she thought to herself: "I will keep this paper fan. Didn't he have a good relationship with Ning Wanjun? When I see Ning Wanjun in the future, I will show this fan to Ning Wanjun. No matter how good Ning Wanjun is with him, she has never received such a gift that was written to anyone. At this point, she lost to me. It would be better to see Ning Wanjun's jealous look."

Thinking of this, Murong Qiuyu turned on the fan and wanted to see Huo Yuanzhen's handwriting.

But when it was fully opened, her smile froze on her face.

It turns out that on the back of this fan, not only the name of the one-character, but also four poems are written.

"I have become a monk after escaping into the deep mountains. The silk fan advises the beautiful city not to turn every Bodhi seed into a lovesickness red bean red."

After this seven-character poem, the word "a ring" is given to Murong Qiuyu.

"This... is this arrogant monk trying to persuade me not to have a crush on him?"

"This kind of thing! How to take it out to meet people! If others see it, they will misunderstand that my secret crush on monks, wouldn't it be a big laugh!"

Molan was a little surprised to find that the young junior sister, who had always been confident, had a hint of redness on her face, and her teeth were tightly biting her cherry lips, as if she was gritting her teeth.

"Isn't it just that people have refuted many truths? As for the hatred of this?" Molan was very confused about this.
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