Chapter 230

Misty rain Shenzhou, Shouyang

There are lanterns and decorations, trees of fire and silver flowers, and crowds of people are surging. Sanskrit sounds are everywhere, Zen resonates, and the crowds are bustling, traffic is busy, and streams of people form a noisy scene.

Even the people at the lowest level have changed into new clothes. There are dense stalls in the streets, cyathena trees are neatly arranged on both sides of the avenue, and Buddha signs, lamp offerings, and sesame oil can be seen everywhere. The white tower, the bell, even the most arrogant monk will feel a Zen flavor that is divorced from the secular when walking here, which is really eye opening.

At this time, it is the bathing Buddha Festival, the biggest festival of Zen.

Chen Mo holds nianyou, and Zhong Li samadhi comes to Shouyang to feel the celebration of the festival of the heavy Dynasty. In recent months, Zhong Li samadhi has been helping him train samadhi legion, and he is busy casting Xingwu. Chen Mo himself is also busy with Shenwu lift, four sword wiping and other big and small things. The two people have no time to get along.

Nianyou is even more lonely.

This time, taking advantage of the rare Festival, Chen Mo is also in a position to relax with the two people. It just seems that both of them are not so enthusiastic about the major bathing Buddha Festival.

Xiao nianyou looked curious and afraid, hugged his neck, and her bright big eyes were a little resistant to the people who came and went. I remember the first time I saw nianyou hiding under the grass canopy alone. Her character was so, that's all. Zhong Li samadhi was also a lack of interest, which made Chen Mo a little hit.

"Samadhi, is this bathing Buddha Festival so boring?" Chen Mo said helplessly.

"Do you think it should be a surprise?" The king of the embers sneered and reminded me that my mother had never seen anything that survived in the last thousand years.

Let alone any festival in the remote star regions, it is the "Yulan Festival" of Buddhism in the inner star regions, the "ziyue" of Confucianism, and so on. She has personally participated in these truly grand festivals of hundreds of famous masters, not to mention the super prosperous age "Douxing list" combined by 3000 star regions. The scene in front of him is really quite shabby for Zhong Li samadhi to be honest.

There will be no stars.

Chen Mo was speechless.

"Well, I know what you want, little man." Zhong Li samadhi smiled. "Ben Wang will feel it well."

"Then we..."

Before Chen Mo finished speaking, Zhong Li samadhi interrupted him: "I'll go around first. After all, it's also a festival in this star region. See if I can find a star to play." In the end, he is a military general, who is naturally only interested in other stars.

The figure of Zhong Li samadhi soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Brother, I'm with you." Xiao nianyou grabbed Chen Mo's clothes and said.

"It's better to read you." Chen Mo touched her soft face.

As Zhong Li samadhi said, the festival would be boring for monks without the participation of other monks, and the worldly excitement would only increase troubles for monks or stars who began to practice.

However, Chen Mo took nianyou to play again, fishing for goldfish, buying candy, flying kites and other strange things that millet did.

Passing by a stall, Chen Mo saw a stall full of jade pendants, in which a small jade pendant in the shape of a lotus attracted Xiao nianyou's eyes. The jade pendant has a beautiful shape, like a lotus, which is not stained with mud, and has special star power fluctuations when it is illuminated by the Buddha. Chen Mo immediately had the idea of buying it for nianyou.

The booth is an old man full of Zen flavor.

This jade pendant is not sold for money, but to find the right person.

"I'll take this one." Suddenly a voice sounded in my ear.

Hearing the sound, Chen Mo glanced sideways.

A boy in Zen clothes and a girl also approached the stall. The boy's face was like an ancient well. At a young age, he was even more extraordinary and stable than his elders. The girl in nutmeg's youth looked domineering, and also had a bit of madness and rebellion that did not belong to her in this age.

Chen Mo knows these two people.

Fang Xi, the son of a one-year-old male Fang Kurong.

The other is Cui Wumeng, the daughter of impermanence.

Chen Mo was surprised to see the heirs of the two princes walking together, especially Cui Wumeng, who was evil and rampant. How could he also come to the bathing Buddha Festival? Has he changed.

"Your Highness?"

"Chen Mo?"

Fang Xi and Cui Wumeng also found Chen Mo at the same time. Chen Mo didn't hide his identity during the bathing Buddha Festival. After all, he took them to relax together. Hiding himself was always a little sneaky. The two men couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Chen Mo's recitation in his arms.

"Chen Mo, where did you cheat the little girl? Hum, it's shameless." Cui Wumeng didn't forget the defeat he suffered in the Shenwu lift, and he kept thinking about defeating him.

"Cui Wumeng, you don't have the cute appearance of little Lori." Chen Mo was disappointed.

"You're just Laurie." Although I don't know what little Lori is, Cui Wumeng obviously doesn't think it's a good word.

Chen Mo laughed.

"Your Highness, I don't know which princess this is?" In the end, it is the heirs cultivated by Wanshou temple. Fang Xi's bearing and self-restraint are far better than many aristocratic aristocratic princes Chen Mo has seen.

Be neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor arrogant, and be polite and disciplined.

Chen Mo's impression of Fang Xi is quite good. "This is my sister. She's a little afraid of strangers, so I won't introduce her."

"Your Highness's sister is really cute." Fang Xi complimented.

Chen Mo nodded.

"Fang Xi, can you say cute?" Cui Wumeng shouted.

"Brother Fang Xi, is this to bring sister Wumeng to feel Zen?" Chen Mo joked.

When the heirs of the two aristocratic families are together, it will inevitably make people have some bad associations. Fang Xi explained: "sister Wumeng has become the youngest martial saint of the great weight Dynasty since she entered the martial saint, but her foundation is unstable. She specially came to consult Zen Mind and wants to consolidate her martial spirit by meditating."

Chen Mo is not surprised. Cui Wumeng's martial Saint identity is also a very sensational thing in the heavy Dynasty. After all, she is only about ten years old, and she is really more evil than herself. But also because she is too young, many martial saints should have experience and understanding are very shallow, and Zen meditation can help her achieve a perfect fit of mind.

Cui Wumeng obviously doesn't like Chen Mo to know her weakness. Little Lori still has a little naive and charming. "Your Highness Chen Mo, the princess Lianhua Peiben has a crush on the one to meditate. Do you want to grab it with me?"

She pointed to the same jade pendant.

"I like it better than you." Chen Mo said without hesitation that he liked it.

"Hum, shopkeeper, I want this jade pendant, ten times the price." Cui Wumeng's extravagant way.

The stall owner knew the identities of several people from the conversation and said in fear, "Your Highness, there is only one jade pendant. Can you discuss it?"

"I don't care."

"Sister Wumeng, take it easy." Fang Xi said.

After thinking for a while, the teenager said, "this is the bathing Buddha Festival. Since the lotus flower pendant is related to the Buddha, why don't you and I ask the Zen expert, who can answer better? This jade pendant will be given to whom. How does your highness feel?"

Fang Xi's request is reasonable, and Chen Mo can't find a reason to refuse. Looking at the young man's eager and elated eyes, Chen Mo knows that the deeper reason why he wants to compete is probably that he doesn't admit defeat like Cui Wumeng.

Presumably, he once made the verse that made the first Cixu mage of Wanshou amazing, and once let the defeated people enter Bodhi cliff meditation at the banquet. Looking at the great dynasty, he failed to do so. To say that he is the descendant of Wanshou temple, but compared with Chen Molai, he is ashamed of himself.

Shenwu held up, Fang Xi was defeated by Yanyu princess, and Chen Mo defeated Jiang Yanyu, no doubt Chen Mo was better in martial arts.

But when it comes to Zen, there has never been a real competition. Fang Xi wants to beat Chen Mo in the bottom of his heart.

He thinks that he has been doing withered wood Zen since childhood and has a superb talent for Zen. Chen Mo is only famous for that sentence Han Shan picked up. In his opinion, it's nothing more than having been through too many hardships. His condensed experience is not a Zen heart, and he's just lucky. How could Fang Xi miss this opportunity today.

Hearing that someone wanted to compete with Zen, the surrounding area was immediately crowded.

Cui Wumeng clapped his hands and smiled happily, "brother Fang Xi, your request is very good, your highness Chen Mo, I'm afraid you also have Zen heart after entering Bodhi cliff. Do you dare to compare with brother Fang Xi?"

Chen Mo looked at nianyou's bright starlike eyes, and they looked at each other and blinked.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself." Chen Mo laughed.

The crowd immediately roared, and the duel between the two Highnesses was more difficult than what Zen master said.

Fang Xi took a deep breath and put himself into the most stable state.

After a while, he asked, "how is Zen?"

"The autumn wind is near the ancient ferry, and the sunset is unbearable." Chen Mo blurted out a reply.

"Don't ask this cicada." Fang Xi frowned tightly.

"Which Zen do you ask?"

"Ancestor Zen!"

"There are more drinking dew and whispering wind outside Wanshou temple." Chen Mo's answer remained the same.

"You are not answering the question." Cui Wumeng curled his lips.

There were a lot of confused tones in the crowd, and Fang Xi also expressed dissatisfaction.

Chen Mo smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "there is Jingde in the South and Jingde in the north. Germany doesn't ask. How is Jingde?" Jingde temple is a famous temple of the Dazhong Dynasty, both in the north and south. It is said that the abbot of the temple is the disciple of the four major Zen masters of Wanshou Temple today. They have different Zen minds and the same temple name. Everyone said they want to be divided.

Fang Xi said frankly, "the pine forest is interesting, and the bright moon is like snow. The north and South scenery is different, so the name of this temple is naturally different." According to the Zen family, Fang Xi's answer is also very consistent with the Zen meaning of the Zen family. Instead of pursuing the surface vulgarity, he lingers in the realm that the Zen family likes most. The temples are naturally different in different realms and landscapes.

His answer was also highly praised by everyone. The people who came to the bathing Buddha festival all had a Zen heart, and everyone knew a little. Although Fang Xi's answer was not very amazing, they thought it should be so.

Chen Mo pursed his mouth and shook his head.

Fang Xi is unhappy. "Your Highness, is it a guilty conscience to answer the question?"

"The 'neck' is not on the head." Chen Mo said a sentence.

what?

Fang Xi was stunned and thought he had heard wrong.

"Chen Mo, what are you talking about?" Cui Wumeng smiles. "Don't you know your own questions? Hum, thanks to what Bodhi you've been to sit under, it's really exaggerated."

Fang Xi frowned, very confused about what mystery Chen Mo was playing.

Seeing that he doesn't seem to understand Zen, Chen Mo is also quite helpless, but this is also a matter of no way. The sharp edge of the Zen family has always been Qiao Zhang's wisdom, secretive, half hidden, half visible, so that you can think and guess. According to the Zen family, there are wise spirituals, who follow the vine and touch the melon, break the mystery, and win the drum with their hands. Without wise spirituals, Zhang Er King Kong can't touch his head, and he is scared away by the suspected soldiers for thirty miles and is defeated.

Fang Xi has great wisdom in Zen Mind. He is a genius monk of the great Chong Dynasty, but after all, he is young and energetic. When he meets an opponent like Chen Mo who has a 'Bodhi Heart', it is a witch meets a witch.

Chen Mo was about to leave when suddenly the crowd came out with an iron like exclamation.

"This Zen's clever attack, using the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son, is wonderful."

The voice was like thunder. People couldn't help but shake and look sideways. They saw a woman in a dragon pattern cloak speak out. She was very tall and stood out in the crowd. Her eyes seemed to be devouring beasts staring at Chen Mo, which was very oppressive.

"Do you understand what it means?" Fang Xi was stunned.

"You can't be Chen Mo's support." Cui Wumeng shouted.

The woman didn't pay attention to them, but looked at Chen Mo, with a little curiosity in her aggressive eyes, facing the confusion of everyone, The woman scolded in a low voice, "this neck is not the scene, don't you understand? All literate people in the world are bound by words, but the words are artificial, there is no fixed rule, and the words in the world are different. His answer is to ask you to break your habitual attachment to the language and words, so plan on the plan, and make mistakes with mistakes."

Keep it simple.

When it comes to 'how to be a scene', Zen people use language to break the cage of language, so it doesn't matter what 'scene' is, what matters is the scene in their hearts.

As soon as she said this, everyone suddenly understood and became enlightened.

Chen Mo's answer is obviously much more unexpected than Xi's answer just now.

For a moment, there was a sound of admiration around.

Fang Xi was stunned. After all, he meditated since childhood and had some wisdom. After being shocked, he immediately calmed down and chewed the meaning of every word Chen Mo said before. "Your Highness Mo is very powerful. Fang Xi lost. This' Lianhua Pei 'is your highness's." Fang Xi was convinced and became more respectful to Chen mo. in his heart, his master, Zen master Zhiqiu, didn't seem to bring him such a great understanding.

If he was not angry before that Chen Mo could enter Bodhi cliff, he knew that the youth in front of him was far more than him in terms of martial arts, cultivation and Zen realm.

"Fang Xi, why did you admit defeat? This answer is clearly a donkey's mouth, not a horse's mouth." Cui Wumeng was worried. The lotus pendant was small, but he was very unwilling to lose to Chen Mo again.

"Lose is lose." Fang Xi's flat answer. "I'm going to bathe in the Buddha water. I'll ask you again another day."

Fang Xi glanced at the woman who stood up to speak, with some fear in her eyes, and nodded slightly to her: "thank you for your scolding, Fang Xi said goodbye."

The woman glanced at Fang Xi, expressionless, and let him go.

"Fang Xi, you!!" Cui Wumeng stamped his feet.

At this time, the stall owner presented the lotus pendant, and Chen Mo gave it to nianyou. Little Lori couldn't put down her hand and touched the jade pendant, her eyes were very fond. Cui Wumeng looked envious and envious, "Chen Mo, don't think I lost to you this time, and I will definitely win back that lotus pendant."

"Cui Wumeng, there should be a limit to being spoiled and arrogant. Don't think that everything in the world is at your fingertips." Chen Mo said coldly.

"You... Hum." Cui Wumeng shook his head away from the crowd and left angrily.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and everyone was still thinking about what Chen Mo said. Chen Mo thanked the tall woman, "I'm Chen Mo, I'm destined to have a drink with you some other day."

The woman's face was majestic, just like a lion's valiant general. Chen Mo admitted that he had seen many generals, powerful monks, and even emperors, but none of them could match the fierce eyes of the woman in front of him, and the momentum of containing but not sending seemed to rush out at any time.

"I also have a question about Zen. I wonder if you can answer it." The woman was not interested in Chen Mo's identity and politeness, and asked straight to the point.

"What's the problem?"

"How is the main idea of Buddhism?"

This question is common in both Zen and Buddhism. It is not a very difficult question. The types of answers are mostly those that cannot be answered by Buddhism. However, it is obvious that women have that kind of experience at first sight, and that kind of answer can't make

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