That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1079 Reading the Golden Sutra in the Sutra Pavilion

There are many differences between Taoism and Buddhism. The three seniorities in Taoism, Chen, Ye, and Yun, are all in the last word of the Taoist name, while Buddhism is just the opposite, and the seniority is in the front of the Dharma name. With the theory of "two autumns" of Qiuye and Qiuyue, in fact, Qiuye is the descendant of Ye in Taoism, and Qiuyue is the descendant of Qiu in Buddhism.

Under the generation of Ye is the generation of Yun. Although Jianzong does not take the Taoist name, if we talk about it according to the seniority, Shangguan Xianchen changed his name to Xianchen after he joined Jianzong, and there is Chen in his name. Mou is of the same generation as Qiuye, who is the generation of Ye, and Xu Beiyou should be the generation of Yun.

On the Buddhist side, after the generation of Qiu is the generation of Shui, if Zhang Mumu takes the name of the Dharma, he should also be a disciple of the generation of Shui.

Shui Jue is an inconspicuous ordinary disciple in the Sutra Pavilion. He was brought into Buddhism by his master to receive precepts since he was a child. He has been in charge of sorting out classics in the Sutra Pavilion for the past 20 years.

Although he is just an ordinary Buddhist disciple who is so inconspicuous that he will not attract others' attention in his whole life, he occasionally wonders whether there is a person who looks ordinary to the extreme, but is actually more than the abbot. A peerless master who is taller than a master?He may be just an old monk who sweeps the floor, or he may be an ordinary monk who realizes the truth of Buddhism in the gaps in the scriptures. If he can be accepted as a disciple by such a peerless master and teach the supreme magic skills, he may also be like the monk in the temple. Like the elders, they put on red and purple cassocks, and became the real masters of Buddhism even after a hundred years of master abbot.

I have to say that his idea is beautiful, but unfortunately it can only be an unrealistic delusion.He went all over the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he didn't find a peerless expert. Even if there was, he probably wouldn't like him.

Although this unrealistic delusion was shattered like a flower in a mirror, it allowed him to see many figures of Buddhist figures in every corner of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

And those figures were so out of reach for him.

Master Abbot rarely came, and more often the little monk named Zhang Mumu next to him came to borrow books.

Occasionally, I saw a few elders wearing red and purple cassocks that symbolized their supreme majesty. When the elders passed by calmly, their bodies were like mountains, so that Shui Jue, who bowed his head and saluted, didn't even have the courage to look up.

Of course, the most worth mentioning is the Lord Dragon King whom Shui Jue yearns for the most, the youngest elder in the Buddhist sect, and the master of the eight tribes who rule the eight tribes, second only to Master Abbot, Shui Jue has already remembered I don't know how many times I dreamed, and in the dream I became the Dragon King.

Today it is Shui Jue's turn to be on duty. Most of the classics in the place he is in charge of are the Diamond Sutra, Lotus Sutra and other ordinary scriptures. It is rare, so except for ordinary young disciples like him, few people come here.

However, Shui Jue was very glad that he was assigned to a good place. Fewer people came to mean quietness, and it also meant that he could take some time to read.

Shui Jue quietly walked through the rows of bookshelves, walked up the thousand-year-old stairs to the second floor, and followed the familiar path to a tall bookshelf. , when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly found a young man of his age not far behind him.

It seems to have been standing here for a long time.

This young man is obviously not from the Buddhist sect, because he has very dazzling white hair. He is flipping through a scripture at this time, with a concentrated expression, perhaps feeling the gaze of Shui Jue. The young man raised his head and looked at Shui Jue smiled lightly, then lowered his head again.

Although it is a smile, it is indifferent and alienated.This demeanor reminded Shui Jue of those majestic elders.

Shui Jue nodded with a stiff expression, which was a response, and his eyes quickly flicked over the cover of the ancient book in the young man's hand.

Diamond Sutra.

Shui Jue understood something in his heart.

Now is the time to hold the Obon Festival. During this period of time, there are many sects of Buddhism. Although this is considered a forbidden area, there are a few exceptions. While studying in a quiet place, there was a sound of light footsteps coming from the stairs.

A woman in a royal blue cloak walked up to the second floor, and Shui Jue, who was about to go downstairs, happened to walk across from this woman. For a moment, Shui Jue felt that his mind was blank.

Although Shui Jue has been in the Buddhist sect for a long time, he has seen many beautiful women in the past few days. Not to mention far away, there was a large group of Yingying and Yanyan who came from the Jianxuan sect.

The women he has seen are either enchanting, graceful, or cold, but they have never caused his mood to be too turbulent.

Maybe it's because he reads a lot on weekdays, and reading books nourishes his energy. Although Shui Jue also has a heart to love beauties, most of them are gone without a trace.It is not until today that Shui Jue has a deep understanding of the meaning of the four characters in the book.

The aura of a woman is like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, pure and bright, making one feel ashamed and out of reach.

At this moment, an idea came to Shui Jue's heart, if he could spend his whole life with such a woman, he would not change it even for a Buddhist abbot.

"Master, have you ever seen a man with white hair?" the woman asked, without much smile on her face, just as calm as water without waves, polite and elegant.

Shui Jue nodded stiffly, his fingers trembling slightly, pointing behind him.

The white-haired young man was looking over here with the Diamond Sutra in his hand.

He closed the scripture in his hand, smiled lightly and said, "Why are you here?"

It's also a smile, this time the smile has a lot more sincerity.

The woman wrinkled her nose cutely and asked, "Why, can't I come?"

At this moment, Shui Jue felt that the entire second floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion became brighter, like spring flowers blooming, as if a warm spring breeze blew in this heavy snowy weather.

Shui Jue stood on the spot, staring blankly at the two whispering. It took a long time before he came back to his senses. He lowered his head, glanced at the mantra of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in his hand, and slowly went downstairs along the stairs.

Sometimes, just as the word "love" begins, it is broken in an instant, leaving only a deep trace in my heart.

Shui Jue, who was walking down the stairs, couldn't hide the lonely expression on his face, and raised his head to look around in a daze.

Then his eyes popped open.

At some point on the first floor, there was a young monk wearing a moon-white robe.

When Shuijue saw the white clothes, his body trembled uncontrollably.

He opened his mouth and stammered, "Fang... Abbot."

Qiuyue, who was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, just nodded slightly and did not speak.

At this time, the white-haired man upstairs and the woman who made Shui Jue lose her mind also walked down the stairs.

Qiuyue bowed to the white-haired man with palms together, and the man returned the salute.

The expression on Shui Jue's face gradually changed from surprise to shock, and finally to disbelief. Could it be that the abbot is waiting for this young man?

The young man held the Diamond Sutra in his hand, as if preparing to leave.

Shui Jue subconsciously stopped her and said, "If you want to borrow the book, please also leave your name and sect affiliation..."

Qiuyue frowned slightly.

The white-haired man didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, "Xu Beiyou, a member of the Sword Sect."

The three left in parallel.

Shui Jue, who had just realized what he had done, turned pale with fright, then glanced at the woman's back, recalled the word Xu Beiyou again, and finally lowered his head.

As soon as a word is started, it dies in an instant.

(End of this chapter)