Nanshan Temple.
Lu Hao arrived early in the morning in a room in the backyard of the temple and was having breakfast with Zen Master Hsing Yun.
The breakfast of monks is very simple, but it has its own special features.
A bowl of sweet tofu pudding.
A plate of green vegetables.
A serving of three-strand vegetarian noodles.
A dish of bitter melon mixed with vinegar.
Nanshan Temple’s vegetarian cuisine is well-known and receives full five-star reviews on various review apps.
However, the temple's kitchen is only open to the public on weekends. If you want to eat here, you need to make a reservation, and the number of servings is limited to 200. Ordinary people generally cannot taste it.
Just like the joke on the Internet says - Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved, but he does not save the poor.
Because of this, it is regarded as the ultimate delicacy by many gourmets.
For Lu Hao, there is naturally no such restriction.
He had been to Nanshan Temple once before, with the Xu family, and as a result became a guest of honor of Zen Master Hsing Yun.
This Zen master did not look like a high-level monk. He looked just like an ordinary old man in his sixties. He didn't even wear a cassock. He was wearing the same gray linen clothes as an ordinary young monk and looked inconspicuous at all.
However, his eyes were transparent and clear.
"Did Patron Lu encounter any difficulties?"
Adhering to the ancient saying of not talking while eating, Zen Master Xingyun finished his breakfast in small, healthy bites, rinsed his mouth with tea, and wiped his mouth with white silk. Then he looked at Lu Hao and asked calmly.
"No."
"I'm just a little tired of the world and want to stay here for a few days."
He wanted to have the best of both worlds, but both ended up capsizing completely. However, Lu Hao found that he was not as painful as he had imagined.
Originally, he thought that losing Zhou Xiaomeng or Chu Wen in his life was unacceptable, but when things really happened, he felt that it was not unacceptable.
I just need some quiet time.
"Is there any visualization method, meditation method, breathing method that I can practice?"
After finishing the last bite of tofu pudding, Lu Hao asked with a smile.
Zen Master Hsing Yun ate sweet tofu pudding, while Lu Hao ate salty one.
"have."
"Silence Zen."
Zen Master Hsing Yun gave the answer.
Silent Zen?
Lu Hao felt inexplicably upset.
These three words reminded him of two famous bosses in a parallel world.
One is Jack Ma. It is said that when his company was in a critical moment of life and death, he ran to a temple in a mountain city and practiced silent meditation for half a month. After coming out of seclusion, he figured out all the business logic and defeated all his competitors along the way.
Another is Zhang Xiaolong, who is said to have also practiced silent meditation. He practiced for several months in Longtan Temple in the imperial capital, and suddenly he realized the truth and created WeChat.
Lu Hao didn't know whether these anecdotes were true or not, but in his mind, they left an impression that the silent meditation was profound and mysterious.
Many problems can probably only be fully understood when you calm down.
“How long will it take to repair?”
Thinking about this, Lu Hao couldn't help but ask again. The so-called silent meditation means not speaking, which makes one feel suffocated.
He might be able to bear it for a day or two, but as time went on, Lu Hao wasn't sure if he could handle it.
"First seven days, then another seven days, seven days and another seven days, until Master Lu's heart knot is untied."
Zen Master Hsing Yun did not give any mysterious clues and spoke in plain and clear language.
Lu Hao hesitated.
"Will I become mute through cultivation?"
Zen Master Xingyun's eyes paused for a moment, but he smiled and said, "Donor Lu is truly a wonderful person."
…
So for the next two days, Lu Hao lived in the backyard of Nanshan Temple.
The environment here is quiet, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and it is rarely visited by people.
A very subtle experience.
Apart from being able to move freely within a limited range, it is no different from being in prison.
What is more painful than being in jail is not being able to speak.
On the first day, Lu Hao was trying hard to control his desire to speak every moment. He was mentally exhausted to the extreme and suffered terribly.
At night.
He couldn't help but post a Weibo.
——"The Difficult Sutra"
I laugh at you, I wasted all my efforts
Love chases the beauty of mirror flowers
Afraid that luck will fade away in the blink of an eye
Obsessed with greed, anger, joy, hate, and anger
Blame you for being too greedy for success and status
Blame the beauty of all creatures on earth
I regret that I was too stubborn in my promises and oaths.
Fascinated by joy, sorrow, resentment and jealousy
Ah, I can't bear to leave the dazzling world
Ah, I can't escape the joy of infatuation
Ah, I can't find a hue replacement.
Ah, I can't figure out this difficult problem in my life.
…
Only the first half of a song was released, the rest was not released.
In fact, the lyrics and melody of this song kept circling in Lu Hao's mind for the whole day, and it really came from his heart.
A wonderful state of listening to music is that when you first hear it, you don’t understand the meaning of the song, but when you listen to it again, you have become the person in the song.
"What is this? Lyrics? Or a poem? It seems very profound."
"I don't understand it, it's so hard to understand. I have no idea what the mainland is trying to say."
"When faced with any message you don't understand, you can usually interpret it all as - I love you. So, this is definitely a love poem."
…
Fans commented and speculated, but Lu Hao did not respond.
After posting on Weibo, I sat in the courtyard late at night and continued to stare at the sky in a daze.
My mood at this moment is extremely calm.
People sometimes need such peace.
It’s like those men who are busy working for a living. When they drive home, they park their car in the basement, but they are not in a hurry to go out. Instead, they turn on the music, listen to a song, light a cigarette, and enjoy their own moment.
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