Chapter 90 Buddha, please protect your little fox (2)
Only a small red fox under the crape myrtle tree stared at the sedan chair with its round eyes wide open, without blinking.
A pretty maid came forward, stretched out her delicate hand, and pushed aside the bead curtain.
Faintly, a face so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman appeared in Shen Yuan's sight.
Her long, dark hair was simply tied up with a white jade hairpin and cascaded down behind her like a waterfall. She was dressed in white. Under her sword-like eyebrows, which were neither thick nor thin, her narrow eyes were like the gurgling spring water, gentle as jade.
But if you look closely, you can find that the spring water is like frozen ice, calm and without any human emotions.
His nose is very straight, like the dark green mountains in the distance, but his lips are very light, even pale. He is so beautiful that it is the kind of beauty that ignores gender.
A little red on the forehead makes the visitor look more abstinent and detached.
It is so beautiful that it seems extraordinary.
Jingchen, the Buddhist disciple, is indeed worthy of his reputation.
What shocked Shen Yuan even more was that Jingchen's face was exactly the same as the tall golden Buddha statue in the Buddhist temple.
"By the providence of Heaven, the Emperor decrees! Buddhist disciple Jingchen, for your meritorious service in protecting the people of Daliang, the Emperor, with kindness, grants you special permission to recuperate within Putuo Temple. I decree this!"
Jingchen was dressed in white, standing in the secular world. His father-in-law handed the imperial edict to him with both hands. His face remained indifferent, as if nothing in the world could stir up any waves in these beautiful eyes.
Jingchen took the imperial edict with both hands, his lips slightly parted.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Her mellow voice is like a clear spring in June, and as holy as the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, which cannot be desecrated.
Abbot Jingkong, wearing a cassock and holding Buddhist beads, walked up to Jingchen. He nodded respectfully, his old face showing his excitement.
"Welcome the Buddhist disciples back to Putuo."
He used the word "return". After all, he had been waiting for Jingchen for eighteen years.
Jingchen was born from the Bodhi fruit. At that time, Sanren originally wanted to hand him over to the Abbot Jingkong for upbringing, but he never expected that the situation was turbulent, so he had to hand Jingchen over to Daliang to protect Daliang's prosperity and well-being.
Jingkong built a Buddha statue for the Buddhist disciple because he knew that one day the Buddhist disciple would return to Putuo Temple.
Daliang, where the people live and work in peace and contentment and everyone has a stable home, no longer needs him.
The emperor’s eyes are too narrow to accommodate a large Buddha.
The father-in-law looked Abbot Jingkong up and down, and said with a disdainful and sharp tone
"This is the blessing bestowed upon you by the Holy Lord, Putuo Temple. You must take good care of the Buddhist disciples and do not neglect them."
Jingkong nodded, "Of course."
The father-in-law snorted coldly, "Then I will take my leave first. There is no need for the abbot to see me off."
A eunuch who was well-fed and drunk naturally looked down on monks who ate vegetarian food every day. The scent of sandalwood in the temple made him feel uncomfortable all over.
After the father-in-law left, the abbot took Jingchen into the hall to pay homage.
With her extraordinary looks, whatever she does is pleasing to the eye.
Jingchen knelt in front of the Buddha statue, his figure was tall and his back was straight. He closed his eyes, and his curled eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids.
The bony hands held the Buddhist beads and turned them rhythmically.
The fingertips are pink and round, with slender joints. If they were not a little bigger, they would look like a pair of women's hands.
At this moment, Jingchen was reciting Buddhist scriptures. The candlelight from the Buddha statue was dim and fell accurately on his face, making the dogwood on his forehead look even more crimson.
After the chanting was finished, the abbot took Jingchen to the meditation room.
The Zen room has been cleaned by the monk, the bed is tidy and sandalwood is burning in the room.
"Buddha, I hope you will not despise the poverty of this temple."
Jingchen shook his head, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his face, unlike that of an ordinary person, still had no expression.
He put the beads to his lips, slightly bent his upper body, and his voice was cold and warm, like a hot spring in the snow.
"Abbot, just call me Jingchen."
The abbot nodded and then said softly
"Please take a good rest first. I will go and greet the pilgrims coming and going."
After saying this, the abbot nodded and left, carefully closing the door of the meditation room.
Jingchen tilted his head and looked around with a calm gaze. He walked slowly forward and pushed open the wooden window.
This Zen room is in a great location, with a quiet bamboo forest outside the window. Even in June, the wind blowing from the bamboo forest is very cool, carrying the elegant bamboo country.
There were pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. Jingchen sat down and put the Buddhist beads aside.
Adding water, grinding ink, and spreading the paper flat, the natural movements appear very elegant.
He has delicate eyebrows and eyes, his brows are slightly furrowed, and his expression is serious.
There is a green bamboo forest outside the window, and the cool breeze blows through Jingchen's hair, giving her a feeling of being an immortal banished from this world.
He was an excellent painter, and with just a few strokes he was able to vividly depict the lively look of bamboo.
The brush dipped in ink slid across the paper smoothly, and every gesture seemed extremely elegant.
Just as Jingchen was concentrating on painting, another window quietly opened, revealing a small red claw.
Jingchen seemed not to notice and continued painting without any expression on his face.
Chen Yuan pushed open the window carefully, and seeing that Jingchen was not paying attention to this side, a hint of cunning flashed across the fox's eyes.
It jumped into the meditation room nimbly and slowly approached Jingchen.
The little claws touched the ground without making any sound.
Chen Yuan chuckled twice and prepared to steal Jingchen's inkstone.
As soon as the furry claws stretched out, the inkstone was moved aside by a big hand with distinct joints, and a warm and pleasant voice came to my ears.
"Doing bad things is not a good habit."
Chen Yuan was startled and looked up suddenly, meeting a pair of eyes as clear as ink.
Their eyes met, Jingchen's gaze was indifferent, as if he was not at all surprised by the sudden appearance of this little fox.
The little fox's face was unusually dull, and then, like a child whose prank had been exposed, he spoke angrily in human language.
"Huh, you actually found out."
Jingchen's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
He was not at all surprised that the little fox could speak human language. He continued to paint with his hands moving without saying anything else.
Chen Yuan paced back and forth in the room on her short legs, her voice growing louder and louder, as if she was determined to make Jingchen angry.
Like a naughty kid who hasn't grown up.
Jingchen was not affected at all. With the last stroke of the brush, a vivid painting of bamboo in a Zen room was completed.
He placed the brush on the inkstone and stood up to frame the bamboo painting.
The Zen room is not big, but adding a painting makes it look much quieter and more elegant.
Seeing that the man in front of her ignored her, the little fox ran to him in two steps with her short legs and asked in a cute way:
"Are you also a monk in the temple? Why haven't I seen you before?"
Happy New Year everyone! It's a shame Xiaoying is poor and can't give out red envelopes, haha. When I get rich, I'll give each of you a handsome guy!
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