Fu Canglu

Chapter 3

His Royal Highness the little prince took over the copper bowl, inside the bowl was a phantom of the sea and sky, and a green lotus.The old monk snapped his fingers, and a drop of water came out, but in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yi felt a moist coolness between his brows, and when he looked into the bowl, it was empty.

It's a good way to accept the mustard seed for a moment.

With disbelief between Xiao Yi's brows, he bowed deeply again.

"Dare to ask the master's name?" The people of Qi and Liang don't like Buddhism and Taoism, there are few Buddhist temples in the territory and there are many Taoist temples, the little prince Xiao Yi traveled for the first time, and there were more Taoist priests with long beards than bald yellow robe monks on the road.I never thought that the first time I went out, I met a real eminent monk.

The old monk didn't answer, and only kept looking at Xiao Yi with a pair of eyes.

Xiao Yi was a little helpless, and after bowing, he said solemnly, "Master's methods are superb, and this prince can't repay him. I will keep my promise and send my disciples to the pagoda of Darong Temple."

The old monk smiled and nodded, and slowly closed his eyes.

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"Your Highness!" Duan Mingsheng hurriedly said, waking up the drowsy little prince.

It didn't matter if this shout was enough, it not only woke up the little prince, but also disturbed the people around.

"Your Highness?" Those with sharp eyes took a closer look, the little prince wore a purple sapphire plaque around his waist, and the Chinese character "Xiao" pierced through three inches.

Unexpectedly, it was His Royal Highness the little prince who came to this point, everyone in the Darong Temple realized that all the people of Qi and Liang kowtowed.

The little prince is famous far and wide, and everyone in the territory is dissatisfied.When I saw her today, although she was wrapped in thick clothes and her body was frail, she had a delicate jade face and a refined appearance, which lived up to her name.

The abbot of the temple hurriedly arrived, leading a group of monks to kowtow.

Just wait for the little prince to speak.

Xiao Yi, who just woke up in a daze, saw everyone kneeling and bowing, but his face was expressionless, wrapped in clothes, and looked solemnly at the figure under the big banyan tree.

Only one figure didn't kneel down, the young monk shook the old monk's body with suppressed voice, but got no response.

Xiao Yi was silent for a long time. He subconsciously touched the center of his eyebrows with one hand. He felt a coolness and moistness, which led to the heart and lungs. Even the breathing became much smoother. He couldn't help but get rid of a little bit of irritability. ?”

This remark was considered intentional or unintentional, but everyone present was silent.

No one knows its name.

Xiao Yi was silent, watching the young monk trying to wake up the old monk by suppressing his crying, he fell to his knees all over the ground, no one knew what happened, but he was alone in mourning, and finally couldn't help crying out.

"Monk Qingshi." Xiao Yi is a real heir of the emperor. He was not good at communicating with people since he was a child. Now he stepped forward and patted the little monk on the shoulder comfortingly, "Your master had a last wish before his death."

The little monk had snot and tears all over his face, and regardless of Xiao Yi's status, he rubbed his head against the velvet coat, crying, and just repeated, "Master, he doesn't want to die. Master is so afraid of death, why did he die?"

For so many years, Master took him all over the place and talked to him so much.

Master said to be a good person, but also said that a good person does not live long.

Master said that being a monk is the most difficult in troubled times, but it is also difficult to be a monk in this peaceful and prosperous world.

The master said that the Buddha has great kindness and one should cherish life, but in the end he died like this.

The master wanted to watch him go up the pagoda and smash the bells and drums.

The master said that the biggest worry was accepting myself as an apprentice.

The master said that the most proud thing is to accept himself as an apprentice.

He asked the master's name a long time ago, and the master replied with a poem inadvertently.

He carefully wrote down:
The lotus produces the chaotic sea, and the green light burns the lamp.Close your eyes and forget the Three Realms, open your eyes and see freedom.

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A new stele was added to the Darong Temple, which is on the same level as the abbots of previous dynasties.

"Master Liansheng, I have been extremely happy in the Spring and Autumn Sun Pass for 16 years."

On that day, Master Liansheng was cremated and a Buddha bone lotus relic was burned out.

On that day, His Royal Highness the little prince took a bath in the fragrance, opened the door with the blood of his fingertips, opened the pagoda with relics, and led the Qingshi monk to the pagoda.

When the pagoda of Darong Temple is about to close.

The little monk Qingshi looked at the little prince and saluted, and returned the salute with clasped hands.

Xiao Yi's face was calm, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was waiting for Monk Qingshi to speak.

The two each had a language.

But after all silent.

After a long time, Xiao Yi nodded slightly in return.

The gate fell slowly, and Qingshi, with his innocent eyebrows and eyes, turned around, leaving a word instead of looking at the world of mortals.

"Your Highness, be careful when traveling in Yangguan."

Xiao Yi was slightly taken aback, but the door was shut because the pagoda was closed.

Qingshi looked at the first floor of the pagoda, where there were countless scriptures and scrolls.

He still remembers agreeing to Master's three requests back then.

He has already broken his promise once.

Monks don't tell lies, he salutes around the main hall and mutters words.

"I've offended you, I'm going to go to the highest level and smash the evening bell and morning drum."

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Outside Yangguan Valley, three carriages were like smoke.

Someone sent them off for several miles, but the little prince was holding a book in the car with peace of mind.

It is better to have a book as a companion on your knees than to send it off with thousands of cherishments.

"Good man, if there are countless hundreds of thousands of millions of sentient beings who suffer from various afflictions and hear the name of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and single-mindedly call his name, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva will be liberated immediately by watching his voice."

The crisp voice read a paragraph, and sincerely praised, "Guanzizi."

"It's a good one to open your eyes and see yourself."

His Highness the little prince closed his eyes slightly, rubbed the cool brows, and closed the book on his lap.

A blue lotus flower swayed in my mind.It is the phase of the lotus.

(End of this chapter)