Chapter 127 Zeng Anmin: Do Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have any kind of seed?!
Zeng Anmin looked at the young monk Yingchen in front of him seriously.
See the calm smile on his face.
He also smiled, then put the candy back into his pocket without caring.
Afterwards, Zeng Anmin walked around with Xiao Yingchen as if nothing had happened.
"You haven't thrown away this little wooden sword yet?"
Zeng Anmin suddenly saw Hu Zi's small wooden sword in the little monk's room.
The young monk Yingchen blinked his clear eyes, looked at Zeng Anmin seriously and asked:
"Why would I throw away the gift that Patron Tiger gave me?"
"But this thing is also the weapon that hit you on the head and left a mark."
Zeng Anmin found it a little funny.
If someone suddenly hit me on the head with this thing, I would definitely chop it into pieces and use it as firewood.
The little monk shook his head seriously and said:
"Misfortunes often come with blessings. If it weren't for the tiger benefactor who hit me on the head with this, how could I have received such an exquisite gift?"
"With such a gift, I should be delighted. Why would I mention a murder weapon?"
Well.
Zeng Anmin was somewhat touched by the little monk's open-minded thinking.
He thought about it, then took out the candy from his arms, aimed it at the little monk's head and hit it lightly.
“Pah.”
Right in the middle of that smooth head.
The sound is not loud, so it doesn't hurt.
"Well……"
Yingchen looked at Zeng Anmin in confusion.
"Now, you should be able to accept it, right?"
Zeng Anmin took the candy with a smile and handed it to Yingchen.
He looked at the little monk and blinked.
The little monk stared blankly at the candy in Zeng Anmin's hand.
"this……"
The little monk was stunned for a moment by Zeng Anmin's abstract movements.
"Haha, what? If you can be friends with Hu Zi, why can't you be friends with me?"
Zeng Anmin smiled and stuffed the candy into the little monk's hand.
The little monk pursed his lips, then smiled with relief.
His smile was still clear:
"Then thank you, benefactor."
After saying that, he put the candy into his pocket solemnly with his tender little white hand.
"From now on, you can just call me Brother Quan Fu."
Zeng Anmin found a piece of grass and lay there with Yingchen.
The two of them were very close to each other.
Lie down and look at the blue sky.
Zeng Anmin's eyes flashed with complexity, and his voice was a little low:
"You know, little monk, I once knew a friend with a pure personality like you."
Yingchen didn't understand why Zeng Anmin suddenly said this.
He turned his head to the side, his smooth back brushing against the grass as he looked at Zeng Anmin's profile.
He felt that the donor's face seemed to be a little melancholy, so he asked curiously:
"Is it also in the capital?"
"No, it's in a school in Liangjiang County, Jiangnan."
Zeng Anmin rested his hands on his head, slowly lowered his crossed legs, his eyes becoming complicated:
"If it weren't for that accident, he and I would have met at the top of the capital..."
His tone was inexplicably sad.
Yingchen didn't say anything.
Just lying quietly beside Zeng Anmin, listening quietly.
But Zeng Anmin did not continue speaking.
He was silent.
He looked at the sky quietly.
I don't know what kind of sadness was flickering in his eyes.
After a long time.
Zeng Anmin sighed with regret:
"Now I finally understand Mr. Zuiyin's feelings when he wrote 'Meng Weizhi'."
Yingchen looked at Zeng Anmin curiously and asked:
"Who is Mr. Zuiyin?"
Zeng Anmin leaned to the side, shook his head and laughed:
"A great poet in my dreams."
"What is 'Dream of Wei Zhi'?"
Yingchen didn't think what Zeng Anmin said was absurd at all.
Instead, I felt that this new friend in front of me was very mysterious.
It makes people want to chat with him for a few days.
Zeng Anmin didn't say much, he just stared at the sky absentmindedly.
After a long time, he pursed his lips:
"You are buried in the abyss, your bones are turned into mud, while I live in the human world... my head is covered with snow."
Yingchen was a little dazed.
He was stunned because he didn't understand.
So he could only stare at Zeng Anmin in a daze.
But he could hear the melancholy in the donor's heart and the regret that his friend had left from his words.
"From the moment he died, I made up my mind that I would live well for him."
Zeng Anmin's eyes slowly glanced to the side.
That direction was exactly the Huangque Temple not far away.
His eyes are extremely sharp.
There was also a hint of inexplicable hatred.
"Those who sit idle and treat human life as worthless must pay the price for their actions."
Zeng Anmin's voice was not loud.
But sonorous and powerful.
Yingchen didn't quite understand.
But I felt a surge of excitement flowing through my body.
He held his breath and looked at Zeng Anmin in front of him seriously.
"Little monk, that small temple is called Yellow Bird Temple, right?"
Zeng Anmin slowly stood up, brushed off the weeds on his body, and looked towards Yingchen.
His expression was calm.
"Donor knows?"
Yingchen saw Zeng Anmin stand up and stood up too.
After Zeng Anmin received a positive answer, his eyes were sharp:
"Has the lame old man from the Yellow Bird Temple appeared in the past few days?"
Yingchen frowned slightly when he heard this.
His face flickered with thought.
Then he looked up at Zeng Anmin blankly and said, "Mr. Huang... He hasn't appeared in the past few days, but it's not easy to see him. Maybe he's in the nunnery now?"
"Mr. Huang?"
Zeng Anmin was keenly aware of this name.
It seems that the lame man who assassinated me that night was called Mr. Huang.
"How much do you know about this Mr. Huang?"
Zeng Anmin looked at the little monk nonchalantly with a smile on his face.
He is extremely patient.
"Mr. Huang..." Yingchen pondered.
Thinking slowly.
After a long moment, he raised his head, his clear eyes radiating seriousness. "It seems that ever since I can remember, I've known that there was a gentleman named Huang in the nunnery..."
He touched his bald head and then looked towards the temple:
"This is where Concubine Xi was ordained as a nun. It's been more than ten years."
"How old are you?"
Zeng Anmin looked down at Yingchen.
"Thirteen years old."
Yingchen lowered his head embarrassedly.
Thirteen years old.
Zeng Anmin closed his eyes and thought slowly.
In other words, Mr. Huang had been here thirteen years ago.
Thirteen years ago.
Zeng Anmin remembered this number, and then he looked at Yingchen and asked:
"Mr. Huang, do you know Empress Xi?"
"have no idea."
Yingchen shook his head: "As far as I can remember, I have never been to the back mountain."
"Um."
Zeng Anmin nodded slowly.
The clues we have now are not enough.
"Have you never been there? Or do you want to go but don't dare?"
Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows and asked Yingchen.
A hint of embarrassment and a hint of redness appeared visibly on Yingchen's face.
He pursed his lips, not daring to look up at Zeng Anmin, but just staring at his toes and said:
"When I was little, I thought about going there secretly, but my master said there were evil spirits on the mountain that were transformed from children and would eat people, so I didn't dare go there anymore..."
Zeng Anmin was slightly startled, he frowned and looked at Yingchen:
"A child transformed into a ghost?"
Yingchen raised his head seriously and chanted a Buddhist name:
"When Concubine Xi came here, she was pregnant, but she was driven out of the palace, which broke her heart and led to a miscarriage... Amitabha."
After finishing speaking, a look of regret appeared on his little face:
"The life of a living being is as fleeting as a duckweed, how pathetic."
Zeng Anmin found it quite funny to see the depth on that little face that was inconsistent with his age.
He pretended to be serious, clasped his hands together and made a Buddhist salute to the young monk:
"I never thought that Master Yingchen would have such Buddha nature. I am so sorry for my disrespect."
Well……
Little Yingchen blushed, lowered his head and said in an awkward tone:
"Please don't do that. I am not a complete Buddhist monk and do not deserve such a gift."
"How can I not be one?!" Zeng Anmin laughed and patted Xiao Yingchen's head:
"Even if he doesn't have Buddha nature, my nephew still managed to chop out Buddha roots with one strike of his sword!"
"Otherwise, how could one say something so open-minded as 'Misfortunes often lead to blessings'?"
"In my opinion, you have the potential to become a Buddha!"
Zeng Anmin said this in a very comfortable manner.
But Xiao Yingchen was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out a Mahavira Hall with his toes...
"No...you can't say that..."
Little Yingchen was already a little incoherent.
"Honestly, if you ever become a Buddha, won't you be grateful for Hu Zi's enlightenment from that sword?"
Zeng Anmin looked at Xiao Yingchen jokingly and said:
"How can we not say so? Do Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have any kind of beings?"
"Later Buddhist scriptures recorded: Our Buddha Yingchen, struck by Mr. Tiger, gained wisdom. His uncle came with gifts to apologize, but our Buddha refused. Both his uncle and Mr. Tiger were confused."
"Fo Chen said: 'Good fortune and disaster depend on each other. If there is no sword to strike, how can I understand the truth?'"
"If this scene is recorded by future generations, wouldn't Hu Zi and I both be indebted to Master Ying Chen and have our names recorded in history?"
Having said that, Zeng Anmin even felt that his words were full of fun.
only……
Yingchen, however, stood there in a daze.
His eyes first changed from embarrassment to surprise, and then to excitement.
Then, calm and seriousness returned.
Yingchen slowly raised her head, a kind light in her eyes:
"Donor's words are like thunder dispersing the fog. I… thank you."
After saying this, Yingchen seemed to be even more calm and wise than before...
leave? ?
Zeng Anmin blinked.
Could it be that my words, "Buddha and Bodhisattva, are there any kind of creatures?", have tricked this kid into showing off his rebellious nature?
abstract.
Too abstract.
Amitabha.
Buddha have mercy on me, I don’t mean that!
If this kid really breaks into Buddhism in the future and says something as treasonous as "The Buddha takes turns to sit, and this year it's my turn."
But it has nothing to do with my disciples!
Zeng Anmin quickly counted his sins in his heart.
"Well, I'm going back first."
Zeng Anmin glanced at the Huangque Temple not far away, waved his hand awkwardly at Yingchen and said:
"I'll bring Hu Zi to play with you later."
"Donor, please go slowly." Yingchen politely saluted Zeng Anbian's back.
Watching Zeng Anmin's back disappear from sight.
The little monk murmured to himself:
"Without the sword, how can one understand the truth..."
…………
go back?
How could I, Zeng Anmin, go back before figuring out what’s going on?
After walking around, Zeng Anmin secretly came to the foot of the back mountain of Fa'an Temple.
He deliberately chose a place where there were few people.
Without any hesitation, he tiptoed towards the top of the mountain.
Yellow Bird Temple.
The nunnery is extremely quiet.
No one.
When Zeng Anmin sneaked into the nunnery, he found that there was no trace of human beings in the entire nunnery.
The courtyard inside the nunnery is free of weeds.
It feels no better than a deserted place.
"Squeak~"
Zeng Anmin solemnly pushed open the wooden door in front of him.
The wooden door seemed to have not been repaired for a long time. It could not bear the weight and groaned in pain.
He did not choose to enter the house of Buddha statues in the temple.
Instead, he came to the backyard where there seemed to be people.
When I opened the door, I saw a very simple house.
There is only one bed.
The beds were made very cleanly.
“Someone lives there…”
Zeng Anmin's face showed no sign of surprise.
This should be where the so-called "Mr. Huang" lives.
There is no one in this temple, only this one place seems to be slightly populated.
His eyes were like those of a hawk, scanning all the furnishings in the room bit by bit.
There was nothing else except the bed.
"So what does he eat on a daily basis?"
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked carefully at his surroundings.
No traces were found in the house.
Zeng Anmin slowly walked out and went to another house.
"Um?"
Zeng Anmin came to the next room and raised his eyebrows slightly.
This house is much more gorgeous than the previous one.
There are many flower pots in the house.
Everything showed that this was where a woman lived.
And the house is very clean.
Someone must clean it every day.
"No way?"
An extremely absurd idea popped up in Zeng Anmin's mind.
"Although this room looks simple, this table and chair are definitely worth a lot of money."
"How could an ordinary monk waste money like this?"
"It's clear at a glance that Concubine Xi once lived in this nunnery."
"It's just... Concubine Xi has been back in the palace for quite a few years... There are still people cleaning here regularly."
Zeng Anmin touched his chin.
"Could it be that Mr. Huang has developed a secret crush on Concubine Xi... and can't bear to part with her old belongings..."
Zeng Anmin felt a strong sense of love among children.
"If I had known this in my previous life, I would have read less novels. It affects my thinking."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath.
After he walked to the bed in front of him, he froze.
He looked at the set of women's clothing spread out on the bed.
There were obvious signs of someone lying down next to the clothes, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
"Could it be that I really guessed it right???"
"Um……"
Zeng Anmin looked at the other furnishings in the room.
This house is where I usually live.
And the pots, pans, and utensils are also in this room.
Zeng Anmin touched his chin thoughtfully.
He suppressed the thoughts in his mind and walked outside.
Not long.
He saw a tiny grave mound visible behind the yard.
"The Tomb of the Lost Son."
Just these four words.
There is also a small brazier in front of the tomb.
Inside were a few pieces of paper money that had been blown away by the wind.
"This should be the child that Concubine Xi had miscarried."
Zeng Anmin remembered the legend that Yingchen had told him.
"well."
Zeng Anmin looked at the small grave and sighed softly: "Born in the royal family, my fate is not in my own hands. Before I even opened my eyes to see the world, I was plotted against..."
Zeng Anmin did not stay here for too long.
He came here and got an extremely important clue.
Concubine Xi must know Mr. Huang.
Otherwise, how could Mr. Huang do such a thing... Zeng Anmin imagined the scene of the lame man lying on the bed, lovingly caressing the clothes of the woman next to him.
Tsk.
He pondered to himself as he walked down the mountain calmly.
Mr. Huang and Ren Weizhi know each other.
Then, Concubine Xi...
interesting!
(End of this chapter)
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