When Long Aoshuang saw that he was lying in Chen Huayao's arms, holding his neck with his right hand, holding his wrist with his left hand, and putting his hand on his buttocks with both sides, the posture should be as ambiguous as it should be, and the atmosphere should be as subtle as it should be.

There were two Chinese students walking out from the side door, throwing jealousy and envious eyes at them, as if saying: "What a couple of dogs!"

How can I continue to fight in this situation?

Chen Huayao smiled and said, "Sorry, Master, we just couldn't help it."

Long Aoshuang had anger in his almond eyes. When he was really angry, he said in a trembling voice: "Who, who can't help but be in love with you?"

The old monk said together: "Two donors, the temple is a quiet place, please do not make loud noises."

"Yes, I'm rude, please don't be surprised by the master." Chen Huayao said, blinking at Long Aoshuang with the opportunity.

Long Aoshuang looked at Chen Huayao's face viciously, trying to keep his appearance in mind. The two of them hugged each other, and their mood seemed to be gaze with affection.

Long Aoshuang's eyes were big and round, like an almond, and were smart and vivid. He just stared at Chen Huayao like a affectionate stare between a couple. How could there be any "vicious" shadow in the eyes of outsiders?

After glaring for a while, his nose was filled with his strong and pleasant masculine aura. His chest was tightly pressed and he hugged him. Suddenly, his pretty face flushed. He broke free from Chen Huayao's arms. He stayed beside him and his head was lowered and almost reached into his chest. He was so angry that he was shy.

Chen Huayao immediately turned back to his serious appearance, and scolded Mr. Taoist, "Miss Long, you always shout and beat and kill in the Buddhist holy land, corrupting the atmosphere and polluting the holy land. Isn't that good?"

Long Aoshuang's face froze, she was shocked, and then became angry and said sternly: "Chen Huayao! I warn again, don't let me see you in Xiangjing City!"

Chen Huayao shrugged: "So what if you see it? Do you want to invite me to dinner, movies and go shopping? There are too many girls who want to date me, so you can just check in and wait."

"I think so beautifully!" Long Aoshuang's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and she turned around and left.

The walking posture was graceful, with a tight back, obviously in extreme alertness and tension, fearing that his butt would be attacked again. However, he kept walking out of the side door, and there was no movement behind him. He couldn't help but breathe a long sigh and rushed towards Su Chengya.

It doesn’t mean to stay here alone, and Chen Huayao also wanted to leave. The old monk called him: “Amitabha, good, good, donor, please stay.”

The old monk's short and thin figure was hidden in a loose monk's robe. His wrinkles were like deep and shallow ravines, covering his face. His long white eyebrows were bent on his prominent cheekbones. His white beard was at least ten centimeters long and gently raised in the wind.

The monk's robe on his body was torn and old, with several pairs of palm-sized patches on the front, and a string of black Buddhist beads the size of a dove egg hanging on his neck. He looked very good and kind. He was a monk in the movie and a Buddhist predecessor in the novel.

"Master, is there anything wrong?"

"Amitabha!" said the old monk: "I saw that you were born with a bone facing the sky, with spirituality in your eyes, with introverted light, and strange appearances, and have subtle interpretations, and save the world. I also debated with the previous Donor Su in the classroom. The content was thought-provoking and the truth was unique, so I couldn't help but feel happy and came out to meet you specially."

It turned out that the monk had been listening in the back hall, and he waited until he had a conflict with Long Aoshuang. But the sentence behind him sounded so strange. Chen Huayao asked: "Master, are you and Xuanci together?"

The master said, "Amitabha, the donor laughed. Recently, the temple has been unable to make ends meet, and it is necessary to maintain this ancient building that has been in full swing for more than a thousand years. The expenses are immense. Master Xuanci and his disciples use their brains to earn some incense money for subsidies for temples. It is understandable."

Chen Huayao said: "You are the root of fate?"

"Amitabha, I am Yuangen's master, and my Dharma name is illusory."

This time it was Chen Huayao's turn to be surprised.

Xuan Ci is in his forties, and his master Yuangen is at least fifty or sixty years old? And this is Yuangen's master, and I think he is in his seventies or eighties. He can't help but ask: "It's Xuhua Zen Master, I'm abbot of Fulong Temple?"

"It's not true. I have stepped down as abbot thirty years ago and focused on studying Buddhism. Donor, I have been waiting for ten years, and you have finally come. This is not a place to speak, please follow me." The Xuhua Zen Master waved his sleeves and walked towards the back hall.

"Have you been waiting for me for ten years?" The monk appeared out of nowhere for no reason. Chen Huayao was curious for a moment, followed behind and asked, "What have you been waiting for ten years? Hey."

"The donor will know later." The old monk said mysteriously.

After passing through the back hall of Huiming Hall, there is a long corridor behind it, with trees planted around it, and the scenery is extremely unique. On both sides of the left and right, there are neat monks, and next to it are pagodas of the same height as two people, each with several monks taking tourists to visit.

There were also monks with leggings on their feet, their thin monk's clothes were half-open, revealing their strong chests, and they were carrying two wooden barrels to transport water. Their steps were fast and steady, and the water in the barrel did not splash down. Tourists took photos one after another and kept talking excitedly.

Before, Chen Huayao had noticed that there were tap water pipes and a faint sound of water pumps in the temple. These monks imitated the ancient water supply, and thought it was one of the attractions for tourists to visit. After all, people now live in a surrounding steel and cement forest, numb and hypocritical, and like to see antique things the most.

It seems that the Fulong Temple is positively wide, covering the entire top of Longji Mountain, with several halls, courtyards, gardens, monk dormitories, and hundreds of houses in front and behind.

Several monks came towards him. When they saw the Zen Master Xuhua, they all clasped their hands together and did not speak. They had a very respectful expression on their faces, and they returned the tribute to each one of them.

From a distance, you can hear students outside the wall making noises on the edge of the cliff. The fat man screamed very loudly and kept asking Master Xuanci who had dated a nun.

Walking through the corridor is the Yuantong Hall, where the venue is open, and there are five rows of futons that have been deeply trapped in the ground. There are gradually more monks. About twenty people do their homework in front of the Buddha statue, raising their heads to light green lamps, slouching their heads to knock on wooden fish, opening their eyes to burn incense, closing their eyes to recite scriptures, and very pious.

The evening drums and morning bells are filled with incense, and the rhythmic sound of chanting scriptures is heard. The wind around me is blowing, as if it is far away from the worries of the world, and it feels like it is floating out of the dust.

Departing from the Yuantong Hall, Chen Huayao followed the slow and light steps of Zen Master Xuhua for more than ten minutes, gradually moving away, and no one could hear the voices.

There is a wall in front of me, with a circular arch in the middle, with four big words "Zangxinlin Garden" written on it. The handwriting is free and it has a deep Zen meaning.

Chen Huayao praised: "Good calligraphy, smooth strokes, without any fireworks in the world."

Zen Master Xuhua said: "This is written by Master Lingzhi in the Ming Dynasty, a national second-level protected cultural relics. Lulu brought the leaders of the municipal party committee to visit him and asked us to keep them strictly. In fact, which one of the items in this temple is not a cultural relics?"

When I walked into the forest garden, I saw flowers and plants planted with roses, peach blossoms, thorn roses, hibiscus, phoenix fairy, cockscomb, okra, etc.

There are also lilies, osmanthus, camellia, and chrysanthemums, which are endless.

It was the time when the chrysanthemums and osmanthus flowers were blooming, and the clusters of chrysanthemums were yellow and white, and they were as bright as a brocade screen.

The flowers of the osmanthus tree are scattered and decorated with green leaves. The fragrance is rich, like strong wine. People will get drunk after walking a few steps.

"Oh, you old monk don't practice Buddhism well. You are very happy to plant flowers and plants here to enjoy it." Chen Huayao sucked his nose hard and said enviously.

Zen Master Xuhua said: "Flowers, plants and trees are all life. I have nothing to do to plant flowers and plants, which can also be used to cultivate the mind and cultivate the nature."

There are two wooden doors facing the sun in the forest garden, and there is a small path surrounded by bamboo forests. Turning over the bamboo path, there are three thatched cottages. Although the room is invented, it is tall and spacious, with bright window lattices.

A nameless painting is hung in the hall, with a mahogany couch, tables, chairs, and benches, with clean colors and clean underground.

Chen Huayao did not expect that there was such a good place in the temple. There were bamboos and forests in front of the house, and the furnishings in the house were simple and comfortable. It looked like the residence of the hermits of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It did not have a slight modern atmosphere and the pastoral scenery was very charming.

The Unreal Zen Master asked him to sit down. The chair was made of old nanmu and the armrests were smooth and shiny. It was obviously a long time.

Chen Huayao patted the handrail and said, "You brought me here. Are there any Nine Yin Scriptures and other things to teach?"

Zen Master Xuli pressed it at the door, and a white light came out of the ceiling, illuminating the bright spot everywhere. It turned out that it was a forty-watt energy-saving lamp. This thing suddenly came to this bright and elegant residence, which greatly reduced the appetite.

Chen Huayao was about to complain, but saw the Xuhua Zen Master opening a cabinet next to him. There were square white metal objects inside. A label with "Yanger Electrical Appliances" printed on the upper left corner, which turned out to be a mini refrigerator.

Chen Huayao was stunned, and Zen Master Xuli said, "What are the donors drinking? Black tea, green tea, milk tea, or coffee?"

"Uh...is there any boiled water?"

"I don't have boiled water here. I'm sorry, I'll give you a bottle of iced black tea to quench your thirst." The Xuli Zen Master took out a bottle of iced black tea that is common on the market and put it on the table.

Chen Huayao hesitated and picked up the ice black tea and unscrewed the lid and took a sip: "You, aren't you the ancient Buddha of Qinglan, where is the place for your practice? Why do you even have a refrigerator and light?"

Zen Master Xuli said: "I'm dizzy and can't see clearly at night. I asked the monks in the temple to install this electric lamp. I'm old and weak, and have a bad appetite. I have a good late-night snack when I install this refrigerator. Donors don't have to make a fuss."

"You, don't you monks have to endure hardships to temper your spirits? Why do you complain about suffering in the sky with a little inconvenience?"

"The Zen Buddhism emphasizes asceticism, but the fate of heaven is not transferred by human will. I am 98 years old this year and my energy is exhausted. If I do not rely on the power of technology, how can I have the spirit to continue studying Buddhist scriptures?"

Chen Huayao saw that the old monk was at least 60 or 70 years old, and was shocked when he heard this, and his words became much more polite: "Ninety-eight years old? He is older than my grandfather, and he is well maintained. The boy was rude before, so please don't blame him. What modern equipment do you have in this room?"

“There is a telephone in the bedroom and a mini radio, and nothing else.”

"I wonder if the master invited me over, what can I do to teach you?"

Zen Master Xuhua said: "Ten years ago, Taoist Li Shanyuan traveled around the world, passed by the Luluo City and met my me."
Chapter completed!