"The phoenix sings in the mountains, and the feathers fall on the paulownia tree! This is a sign of auspiciousness. The phoenix is ​​a divine bird that represents the fortune of fortune. This time, the master went down the mountain and went to a good end." The old monk smiled knowingly.

"The phoenix is ​​a sacred bird? It is so beautiful." Jiang Xiaoyu was nostalgic about the disappearing sky of the phoenix, and did not want the endless and indescribable beautiful bird to leave.

"Yes, it is so beautiful, elegant and noble! The phoenix is ​​the queen among all birds, and it brings auspiciousness to protect the people. This is a kind and noble beautiful sacred bird." The old monk said with a smile.

"I wish the fisherman could have such a beautiful bird to accompany him." Jiang Xiaoyu said longingly.

"Anger! Amitabha Buddha... Fisherman, all the beautiful things in the world are free to exist, and they belong to the vast world and not to anyone.

This is the beauty that should have existed in this world, and let the world appreciate it." The old monk taught.

"I am unhappy when the butterfly flew away. Master Yu'er didn't let him eat it. The disciple couldn't even think about it even if the big bird flew away. Master, what is the Buddha can ask for?" Jiang Xiaoyu frowned with innocent face.

"What ordinary people want, monks also have the same desires, and monks who practice Buddhism will eventually be ordinary people. It is normal to have greed, anger and thoughts! Ordinary people can have whatever they want, but all Buddhas and all things are fate.

What is yours is yours after all, it is not yours, it is not yours, it is yours, and it will naturally approach you and belong to you.

If you want to practice Buddhism, as a disciple of Buddha, you must first learn to have no self.

No self and no thoughts, Amitabha Buddha..." The old monk clasped his hands and shouted the Buddha's name.

"No self and no thoughts! Master doesn't even exist, so what thoughts do you have? He has not become Amitabha Buddha sitting on the Buddha's voice mountain, and his disciples have never seen him live." Jiang Xiaoyu scratched and retorted.

"Oh!? Hehehe..." The old monk was stunned for a moment and laughed.

"Buddha? What is Buddha?" Jiang Xiaoyu continued to ask in a daze.

"Oh!?" The old monk was stunned for a moment.

"Is Buddha the Buddha statue on the Buddha Yin Mountain that cannot move?" Jiang Xiaoyu continued to ask, as if he was asking himself.

"Oh!?" The old monk's expression was stunned for a moment.

"Buddha!? What is it?" Jiang Xiaoyu scratched his head and fell into deep thoughts.

The old monk carrying Jiang Xiaoyu was also trapped in pain. He practiced Buddha and was chasing Buddha! But what is Buddha? What is Buddha?

The old monk was thinking about the essence of Buddha, but he had no answer! Finally, he suddenly laughed and responded: "Yu'er, the so-called Buddha master cannot answer you. One day, he will truly understand what Buddha is! He will really become a Buddha as a teacher."

"The way of heaven and earth is free from the rules of heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are born from each other, nurturing all things! If Buddha is the way, what is nature? Is the way of nature the way of Buddha?

Understand the Tao and realize the Tao and become an immortal.

The master and the disciple do not understand the Buddha." After thinking hard, Jiang Xiaoyu gave a questioning answer.

"Greed, anger, desire, no self and no thoughts! Amitabha..." At this moment, the old monk suddenly felt the Buddha's heart swaying and shouted the Buddha's name.

The old monk carried Jiang Xiaoyu on his back and continued down the mountain. There were many houses at the foot of the mountain, and smoke from cooking was floating in the yards of thatched huts, and the smoke from cooking was wafting with the smell of rice.

The villa in the mountain village is surrounded by green bamboo! The house built with green bamboo looks quiet and elegant. This is the first private courtyard at the foot of Foyin Mountain. The old monk carrying Jiang Xiaoyu had already put down Jiang Xiaoyu and took Jiang Xiaoyu's hand to the gate of this elegant and quiet courtyard.

"My master and disciple smell the fragrance of fish! Every time I come to the mountain, I can smell it. The disciple really wants to eat the donor's fish. If I can't eat it, my disciple can't sleep these days." Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the old monk with a disappointed and longing look on his face.

"Amitabha..." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name unheard! He looked at the silence of the courtyard inside the yard, and was holding the girl holding her hair.

The gate of the courtyard opened with a creaking sound, and the girl poked her head out of the crack of the door and smiled hippiely: "Grandpa knows that every 15th of the month, you will come to the mountain to save the world and go to my other courtyard to rest.

Today, my grandfather said that I have known my master for ten years, and you have a novice monk and he has Feng Xier! Today should be celebrated and prepared a good vegetarian meal for you."

"Amitabha, I'm working hard." The old monk shouted the Buddha's name and sighed: "Ten years have passed! Time has been quiet and everything has risen."

"Hehe, please come in the master." The little girl laughed and then opened the courtyard door completely.

Jiang Xiaoyu followed his master and walked past the little girl with a small basket on his back! The little girl smiled at Jiang Xiaoyu, with a innocent and cute smile.

This was not the first time that the little girl met Jiang Xiaoyu. Facing the little girl's laughter, he looked over with a smile, stretched out his little finger and snorted.

"Hehehe..."

"Little monk, my name is Feng Xier. You didn't tell you what your name was last time?" The girl stopped Jiang Xiaoyu and asked. When she saw the little monk she had seen last time, her happy eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"My name is Jiang Yu'er, and the master said that my name is Xiao Yu'er." The little monk responded, looking at the happy Feng Xi'er and laughed.

"Amitabha..." The old monk called out a Buddhist name and stepped into the courtyard on his own.

There is a stone table in the bamboo pavilion in the courtyard. There are stone benches located around the table. On the east and west side, there is a white-bearded Taoist priest with white shirt and streamers with crane hair and a childish face sitting on the stone bench of the east host and guest. Incense is lit on the left bank, and smoke is swirling up.

There was a hope on the desk, and there was no child on the chessboard! But the jade box of the host and the guest was decorated with black and white waiting for the host to arrive.

"Your grandpa is a Taoist priest!" Jiang Xiaoyu said.

"Your master is a monk." Feng Xier responded.

Then two children made of jade laughed.

"Let's go to the backyard to play." Feng Xier grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu's hand and ran towards the gate of the backyard.

"I made an appointment every fifteenth month, just waiting for the master to play a chess game." The old Taoist priest extended a gesture of invitation to let the old monk sit down.

"Quiet and elegant, green bamboo forest! The only dust-breaking courtyard in Foyin Mountain. Amitabha..." The old monk sat down.

The stone box of the chess piece was opened by the old monk, revealing the smooth and round black chess piece.

A white round and smooth chess piece in the old Taoist priest's hand fell on the chessboard, and a crisp sound of stepping sounds sounded.

‘Bang!’

The old Taoist priest closed his eyes.

The old monk's hand pinched out a black chess piece, and his hand paused in the space and time about to fall on the chessboard! He also closed his eyes, and the black chess piece had fallen after a crisp sound.

In the quiet villa, green bamboos sway with the breeze! The sound of chess pieces that had fallen for a long time broke the tranquility again and again.

The black and white chess piece appeared out of thin air in anticipation, adding a bit of fairy charm to this quiet and elegant courtyard.
Chapter completed!