Strange Events of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 48 Master Xuan Ye
Monk Qingyue saw that there was a difference in the expressions of the two of them, so he already guessed a thing or two in his heart, but he didn't point it out.He just smiled and looked at Ling Changfeng and Ling Changfeng with a calm expression.

Ling Changfeng nodded, and thought to himself: There are such strange things in this White Horse Temple, and I only need to ask the peasant woman after seeing Master Xuan Ye.

Then he said calmly: "Master Qingyue, listen to you, isn't it clear that the monk Qingfeng has defiled the peasant woman, just by confronting her?"

Monk Qingyue waved his hand and said slowly: "It is because after confrontation, the peasant woman said: there was someone knocking on the door outside, and she opened the door to look, but she didn't see anyone. Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she was knocked out. In a daze, I saw that the man was a monk with a bald head. Therefore, the monks in the precepts institute concluded that the monk Qingfeng committed suicide in fear of crime."

Ling Changfeng wanted to continue asking, but he saw the little monk Qingyun walking in with a pot of tea, so he stopped talking about it, and only said to Monk Qingyue: "Master Qingyue, we have to wait How long will it take to see Patriarch Xuanye?"

Monk Qingyue shook his head, without saying a word, he raised his hand and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Ling Changfeng and Ling Changfeng respectively. As soon as the tea fragrance was poured into the wooden cups, a faint fragrance of tea came to the nostrils.

Ling Changfeng praised "good tea" softly, then gently picked up the tea cup and tasted it carefully.

Seeing her young master squinting his eyes, Xiaolan seemed to be enjoying herself very much, she shook her head lightly and said, "Master Qingyue, look at my young master's obsessed appearance, it seems that there is something special about this tea. ?”

"Amitabha! The donor doesn't know that this tea is really rare in Luoyang. This tea tree is in my White Horse Temple. After the baptism of cicadas singing and chanting scriptures in the past, now it is not only full of tea fragrance, but also under careful tasting. There is some Buddhist and Zen mechanism in it." Monk Qingyue cheerfully stated the extraordinary features of this tea.

Xiaolan nodded her head lightly, but didn't drink it, but sighed regretfully: "I don't really like drinking tea, I can only taste a bitter taste. Alas, it seems that I have no luck."

Monk Qingyue made a gesture of letting go, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it carefully.During the period, they chatted with Ling Changfeng and Ling Changfeng.

"Master Qingyue, what is the identity of this Patriarch Xuanye? Master Qingyun has never heard of his name?"

"Master Xuanye was originally the previous abbot of my White Horse Temple. Before Qingyun was ordained, he had been living in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion."

"So it turns out that Patriarch Xuan Ye is indeed an eminent monk who has endured such a poor life."

"Amitabha. Patriarch Xuanye's Buddhist teachings are profound, beyond the comprehension of poor monks."

"Master Qingyue, may I ask you how the Dharma titles of Buddhists are determined?"

"Our Buddhist dharma names are arranged according to seniority, and the 72 poems are arranged (omitted):

Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqingtong Xuanzu.

Pure and true as the sea, Zhan Ji Chun Zhen Su.

Now in the White Horse Temple there are: Xuanzi generation, Zuzi generation, and Qingzi generation, and the names of Qingzi generation are: Shuiyue with a heart, a happy talk of wind and rain, Lin Yang and dust and clouds."

"It's so complicated!" Xiaolan rubbed her head and whispered.

It didn't take a long time for the pot of tea to come to an end, and the monk Qingyue sang and drank: "Amitabha, the two benefactors have a destiny with my Buddha today, and I hope you can come here soon. It's getting late now. , you two follow me to meet Patriarch Xuanye." After speaking, he straightened up and stood up.

The two sitting cross-legged hurriedly followed, but the little monk Qingyue stayed behind alone. When Ling Changfeng turned around, he kept winking at Ling Changfeng, signaling him not to forget about his senior brother.

Ling Changfeng nodded unobtrusively, and strode forward.After a while, the three of them disappeared from the little monk's eyes.

After they left, the little monk muttered to himself: Mr. Ling, I'm sorry!As long as the truth is found out, I will kowtow to you and make amends.I hope that this time I can get the forgiveness of the Buddha Amitabha!
The three of them quickly crossed the bluestone road of the White Horse Temple and came to the Buddhist scripture pavilion next to the back mountain.

Looking up, the Sutra Pavilion is a three-story building, the whole body is made of high-quality wood. The upstairs is divided into one room, and the downstairs is divided into six rooms. fire prevention.

The garden layout of the Sutra Pavilion is very delicate.There is a rectangular pool in front of the pavilion, surrounded by stone Buddha statues, a stone arch bridge and bluestone slabs are integrated, and fish and algae are also cultivated in the pool.

Behind the pavilion surrounded by lush green bamboos, several rockery mountain roads and caves go up and down, and even the left and right doorway steps of the pavilion are also treated with stacked stones, which makes the Zen atmosphere of the Sutra Pavilion more intense.

Seeing the delicate layout of the Sutra Pavilion, Xiaolan exclaimed: "No wonder Master Xuanye doesn't want to go out for activities. If I stayed here, I wouldn't be too lazy to run around. This place is really an excellent place to practice Zen and enlightenment!"

As soon as the words were finished, a vicissitudes of life sounded in the ears of several people: "Amitabha! The benefactor seems to be a person who loves nature, but the old monk is only entrusted by the abbot to take care of the scriptures collected by my White Horse Temple."

Seeing that this person could not only hear her own whisper, but also transmit the voice to everyone's ears, Xiaolan thought to herself: This person is so lucky!

When Monk Qingyue heard the words, he heard the voice of Patriarch Xuan Ye, hurriedly bowed respectfully to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and shouted loudly: "Greetings to Patriarch Xuan Ye, these two are the people entrusted by Senior Qinglian." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, waiting for Master Xuan Ye's order.

"Since it was entrusted by an old friend, let the two benefactors come in for a while. Qingyue, you can just retreat." The voice of Patriarch Xuanye came from the Sutra Pavilion again.

Monk Qingyue bowed her hands and replied softly: "Yes! Disciple will leave." After speaking, he slowly retreated.

Ling Changfeng walked in front with Xiaoyu in his arms, and Xiaolan followed behind.The two of them walked towards the Sutra Pavilion together.

The two of them pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the Sutra Pavilion, and saw a benevolent old monk sitting in the Dharma hall of the Sutra Pavilion, with his eyes closed at this moment, breathing evenly, as if he was comprehending the extremely profound Dharma .

Seeing that there was no one else in the Sutra Pavilion, Ling Changfeng and the two knew that this person was the person entrusted by senior Qinglian, so they bowed their hands and said softly: "Junior Ling Changfeng (Xiaolan) has seen Patriarch Xuanye."

Master Xuan Ye opened his eyes from the trance, first looked at Xiao Lan at the side, and nodded.Then she looked at Ling Changfeng again, and said, "Qinglian once came to the White Horse Temple to look for the old monk, and said that a young man and woman will come to look for the old monk in the near future, and it must be the two of you."

Before Ling Changfeng could reply, Patriarch Xuanye went on to say, "You must be leaving Luoyang for this trip, right?"

Ling Changfeng nodded, and replied: "Exactly. We are going to Chang'an. We are worried that we will not be informed of the news about Senior Qinglian, so we are here to ask Master for help."

Master Xuanye smiled "hehe" and said: "You can go ahead without worry, if Qinglian wants to find you, she can find you even in the Chang'an imperial city. That is where he is very familiar. But Qinglian Before going to the Western Regions, he said that the meeting that day was extremely hasty, and he didn't plan to give Xiaolan a gift, so he asked the old man to give Xiaolan something as a benefactor."

Xiaolan looked puzzled, and asked doubtfully, "A meeting gift? Give it to me? Patriarch Xuanye, did Senior Qinglian say why you gave it to me?"

Master Xuan Ye shook his head, and said slowly: "The benefactor should ask him about this matter himself, I was just entrusted by him. This thing is now on the table, benefactor accept it for now!"

Ling Changfeng who was at the side felt very puzzled, and thought to himself: What is the purpose of Qinglian loving Xiaolan so much?But there was a smile on his face, and he said to Xiaolan: "Since it is a gift from Senior Qinglian, Xiaolan, you can be my subordinate."

Seeing that her young master also said the same thing, Xiaolan stopped hesitating, walked to the desk, and reached out her hand to take something like a roll of sheepskin on it.

Seeing this, Master Xuan Ye nodded, and said softly: "Okay, since this thing has been handed over to the benefactor, I will live up to the trust. Please go back, benefactors." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved, originally The closed wooden door of the Golden Pavilion slowly opened.

Ling Changfeng and Ling Changfeng bowed their hands together, and then they left the scripture storage pavilion.

The wooden door was slowly closed again, and a melodious voice came from inside: "You two are going to Chang'an this time, remember to be careful of the people in the Canglong Pavilion. Amitabha, so good!"

Along the Qingshiban Road, Ling Changfeng and Xiaolan returned the same way.

Xiaolan held the sheepskin roll in one hand, gently tugged on her young master with the other, and asked in a low voice: "Master, why do you think Senior Qinglian values ​​me so much? Could there be some secret in it?"

Ling Changfeng thought for a moment, and said, "We don't have much contact with Senior Qinglian, and the other person probably has a lot to do with him!"

"Who?" Xiaolan asked suspiciously.

"Aunt Gongsun!" Ling Changfeng whispered her name softly.

"My master, well, thinking about it this way, it's true. No wonder he mentioned my master's name as soon as he saw me. It seems that they have a very close relationship." Xiaolan thought about it carefully, and she also understood in her heart.

"You don't have to worry, I think Senior Qinglian has a very good personality, as long as you find your master, you will know the real reason."

"Well, young master, tell me, is there a possibility that this senior Qinglian loves my master, so he treats me like this?" Xiaolan said with a smile, and then muttered: "See me next time to make a match. Hehe .”

Ling Changfeng glanced at Xiaolan who was blushing, and knew what was going on in his mind at the moment, so he smiled and didn't talk to her.

"Young master, since we have agreed to the request of Monk Qingyun, what should we do next?"

"The White Horse Temple wants to keep this matter a secret, so it's not easy for us to intervene for a while. We can only start with that peasant woman first!" Ling Changfeng made up his mind and said softly.

(End of this chapter)