All-Rounded Strategy Game - Chapter 205

When Jiang Li and Xuan Qing returned to the gate of the Jiaqing Temple, the little novice monk who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard saw them, and the broom in his hand stopped for a while. After reacting, he shouted: “Brother Xuanqing?!”

Xuan Qing stepped into the courtyard and nodded at him: “Xuan Ming.”

Xuan Ming was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his face was obviously childish. Hearing Xuan Qing calling himself, he said, “You are back! I will notify the abbot!”

After speaking, he quickly bent over to the two of them and ran away holding the broom. He heard his voice yelling from a distance: “Brother Xuanqing is back!”

Listening to the excited voice of the little novice monk, Jiang Li couldn’t help but laugh, and said jokingly to Xuan Qing: “Little Master, you feel like you are going back to the door.”

Xuan Qing: “…Don’t talk nonsense.”

Jiang Li nodded, his hands clasped together, showing that he understood.

The size of Jiaqing Temple is not large, and together with Xuanqing, there are only eleven monks. However, the construction of the temple is very simple, with a reassuring Zen everywhere, so that people here are very open-minded.

Although Xuanqing was not close to the brothers in the temple, everyone had eaten and chanted in the temple together since he was a child. Knowing that he was back, many of the brothers put aside the things in their hands and came out with a “come back”.

Xuan Qing had never descended the mountain before this time. After returning this time, she always felt that her mood had become different from before.

Seeing the faces smiling and greeting himself, an indescribable feeling slowly grew in his heart, and his heart gradually became hot, but he did not feel uncomfortable, but there was an unobvious joy.

After greeting everyone, Xuan Qing took Jiang Li and walked to the backyard. After the two left, the remaining monks looked at me and I looked at you, her expression uncertain.

“That… Did Junior Brother Xuanqing smile just now?” a tall and thin monk asked hesitantly.

“It seems like this?” The other monk with a lot of pockmarks on his nose nodded, then turned to ask the other monk, “Are you clear?”

“See clearly!” The chubby monk nodded, “Senior Brother Xuanqing smiled so much that I panicked.”

The little novice who had been sweeping the floor just now said unconvincedly: “Nonsense, Brother Xuanqing is very pretty when he smiles!”

“I have never seen Junior Brother Xuanqing smile at me for so many years.” The tall and thin monk said with emotion, “I don’t know why, I feel sad and pleased.”

“Don’t be so passionate.” Monk Xiao Mazi glanced at him, “It’s obviously smiling at me.”

The little novice monk raised his broom: “To me, to me, to me!!”

The chubby monk slapped his small melon seeds on his head, and said with a straight face: “Come in for the fun, hurry up and sweep the floor! Everyone is going back to work!!!”

“Okay!!”

The monks dispersed in a rush, why should they go.

When he arrived in the backyard, Xuan Qing took Jiang Li to the tea room used to receive pilgrims in the temple on weekdays, and then went to see the master by himself.

This point was the time for Abbot Xuan Min to chant the sutras. When he arrived outside the meditation room, Xuan Qing did not bother him, but waited in the courtyard.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was a voice from the room: “Is Xuanqing back?”

Obviously, only three months after going down the mountain, and hearing the voice of the master again, Xuan Qing actually felt a trance after a long time.

He settled down, and stepped forward to answer: “Master, the disciple is back.”

With a squeak, the door of the meditation house opened from the inside, and the door of the kind-looking old man in the house appeared, looking at Xuanqing standing in the courtyard, with a gentle smile in his eyes, nodded and said: “Just come back, come in Bar.”

Xuan Qing followed him into the room.

The furnishings in the meditation room are still the same as before he left, with a touch of rosin burning inside, which is relaxing.

There is a small stove with boiling water on the table, with tea and cups on the side. As usual, Xuan Qing made tea for Abbot Xuan Min and herself, and the two masters and apprentices sat around the furnace.

Abbot Xuan Min took a sip of the tea and said comfortably: “Sure enough, the tea you make is what I like. Xuan Qi is always frivolous.”

Hearing this, Xuan Qing paused for a while with his tea-drinking hand, and the feeling of guilt in his heart became heavier. He closed his eyes and gently rubbed the edge of the cup with his fingertips.

He was brought up by Abbot Xuanmin since he was a child, and his martial arts and knowledge were taught by Abbot Xuanmin himself. Naturally, his every move could not escape the eyes of Abbot Xuanmin.

In fact, from the first glance, Abbot Xuan Min found that his beloved apprentice was different from the past, he was full of smoke and emotions and ordinary people’s emotions.

Putting down the cup in his hand, Abbot Xuan Min smiled and said, “It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip. Can you talk to your teacher?”

Xuan Qing knew that he couldn’t hide anything from his old man’s magic eyes, and this time he came back to confess his affairs with Jiang Li.

He put down the cup in his hand, folded his hands together, and said to the wise old man in front of him: “Master, the disciple is guilty.”

“Oh?” Abbot Xuan Min asked kindly, “Where does the sin come from?”

“First, the disciples did not abide by the rules, moved the mortal heart privately, and violated the precepts of sex.”

“Secondly, the disciples deliberately want to live with him forever, and commit greed.”

“Third, the disciple breaks the precepts but does not regret it, and is ashamed of your teachings.”

Xuan Qing looked at Abbot Xuan Min and told him about the matter between herself and Jiang Li, without concealing anything.

After he finished speaking, neither of them made a sound in the Buddhist room except for the small kettle on the stove making “gurgling”.

When Xuan Qing said the first “guilt”, Abbot Xuan Min’s expression became surprised.

Xuan Qing was brought up by him alone. Although this child is talented and intelligent, he is emotionally indifferent and not close to others. When he brought Xuanqing back from the bottom of the mountain, it took him more than half a year to make him call himself a master.

Over the years, even though Xuan Qing lived in the monastery, Abbot Xuan Min always felt that his heart was not here, he did not belong here, and Xuan Qing had also said that he felt that his heart was empty and had no meaning.

When Xuanqing descended from the mountain this time, he once told Xuanqing that Xuanqing’s fate was not there, but he still couldn’t figure out where the fate was. He could only let Xuanqing find it by herself. When Xuanqing returned, if he still wished to convert to Buddhism, he would again Help Xuanqing point the scar.

Now it seems that Xuan Qing has already found his dust, and made up which part of his heart was empty.

Thinking of this, Abbot Xuan Min showed a clear look, and the kindness and gentleness in his eyes had not changed. He looked at Xuanqing and said: “You are not in vain, the master is very relieved, why bother to say it.”

Xuan Qing’s expression was shocked: “Master, don’t you blame me?”

Abbot Xuan Min shook his head, picked up a small teapot to pour hot tea for Xuan Qing and herself, and said: “I once said that in a person’s life, one must know why you live. Now you have found your heart’s home. The teacher should be happy for you.”

Xuan Qing was a little dumb. He knew that his master was tolerant to him, but he never thought that he would love him so much.

“You don’t need to feel guilty, you are alive, you have to do whatever you want and love, so that you will not be in vain.” Abbot Xuanmin laughed, with tolerance and understanding in his tone, “If you go against your heart, continue to serve the Buddha Before, how can you talk about the road if you are not sincere?”

Xuan Qing was so hot at what he said, and nodded solemnly: “The disciple is taught.”

Abbot Xuan Min nodded his head in satisfaction, and asked with concern: “Is there a heart attack these days?”

While in Qingshui Town, Xuan Qing had two episodes of heart disease. One was the first day he arrived at Jiang’s house, and the other was the day Jiang Li talked about the story of Tang Seng and the queen. Apart from these two, there was nothing else.

And the seal on his heart has completely disappeared.

Xuan Qing told Abbot Xuan Min about this. Abbot Xuan Min was quite surprised and waved his hand to let him come forward. Then he pressed his palm to his heart and closed his eyes to feel the seal he had made at the beginning.

After a while, Abbot Xuan Min opened his eyes, nodded and said, “It has indeed disappeared.”

“Master, why is this?” Xuan Qing puzzled.

Abbot Xuan Min groaned for a while, then stretched his eyebrows, looked at him and said, “Probably you don’t need it anymore.”

Xuan Qing was taken aback, and when she understood what he meant, she was a little surprised: “You mean…”

Abbot Xuan Min smiled and didn’t say anything. Although he didn’t say anything, both the master and the apprentice knew it well. The person who filled Xuanqing’s heart was found, so his heart disease naturally disappeared.

A soft color flashed through Xuan Qing’s eyes when thinking of the people who came along with him.

Seeing this, Xuan Min smiled and said, “The person who can move your heart must be extremely good. I heard that he has returned with you, so why not bring him to see you as a teacher?”

Xuan Qing wanted to bring Jiang Li to see Abbot Xuan Min, but before that, she needed to get his forgiveness first.

“Please wait.”

Xuan Qing got up, left the monastery, and went to find Jiang Li.

Xuan Qing’s master wanted to see himself. This was in Jiang Li’s expectation. After all, as Xuan Qing’s closest elder, it was normal for Abbot Xuan Min to want to see the “tiger” who abducted his apprentice.

On the way to the Buddhist temple, Jiang Lixuanqing said, “Did your master scold you?”

“No.” Xuan Qing shook his head and calmed him softly, “Don’t worry about you, the master is very nice.”

After the two confirmed their relationship, Xuan Qing and Jiang Li talked a lot about themselves, including Abbot Xuan Min. After learning that Abbot Xuan Min had spent ten years of internal strength drawing a seal for Xuan Qing to curb his heartache, Jiang Li expressed his respect and gratitude to this elder who had never met, and wanted to thank him face to face.

When the two of them arrived outside the Zen room, Xuan Qing knocked on the door and stepped into the room with Jiang Li.

Xuan Qing had already placed Xin’s cup next to the table just now, and the cup was filled with hot tea that was 80% full with white smoke, and it looked like it was prepared for Jiang Li.

The old white-bearded man on the table put down the teapot in his hand, and looked up to see the two bringing them together. Although they were both men, there was no sense of abruptness between them, as if they were made in heaven.

As soon as Jiang Li entered the door, he felt that a gentle gaze fell on him, with a slight look, but it was not objectionable. He followed and looked at him, facing Lao Ze on the table.

It was a pair of wise, tolerant and calm eyes, as if seeing all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, and life and death in the world, which made people unconsciously awed.

This is Xuan Qing’s master, abbot Xuan Min.

The three of them sat and drank some tea. Abbot Xuan Min suddenly said to Xuan Qing, “I want to have a few words with Donor Jiang, Xuan Qing, go to the outer hall to incense the Buddha.”

Xuan Qing didn’t know what the master was going to say and needed to avoid herself, but as a master, he knew that he would not embarrass Jiang Li, so he nodded and walked out.

Only Jiang Li and Abbot Xuanmin were left in the house. Abbot Xuanmin stretched out his hand to grab the teapot. Jiang Li took it one step ahead of him and said, “For these things, the younger generation will do.”

Xuan Min smiled as he poured tea for himself, and said, “The donor doesn’t need to care about these little things.”

“It should be.” Jiang Li poured the tea and put the teapot back in place. Then he asked respectfully, “Is there anything you need to say to the younger generation, please, but it doesn’t hurt to say it.”

Xuan Min looked at him for a while, took a sip of tea, and then slowly said, “Is the donor the soul of another world?”

Jiang Chen’s head shook, and his hands on his knees tightened suddenly.