Lin Zhanqing looked at Wang Qingruo, opened her mouth a few times, and finally said: "Please, if... I mean if. Your father is really unlucky, what will you do?"

"Nothing will happen to dad. No matter what, as long as I, Wang Qingruo, are here, the Wang family will always be the four major families in Yanlai City!" Wang Qingruo said word by word with extremely determined eyes.

"The head of the Zhao family looks like... Why don't you come back to Liuyun Mountain with us and stay for a few days."

"I, Wang Qingruo, will only stay in Yanlai City."

Seeing this, Lin Zhanqing said nothing.

…

The Liheyuan is located at the junction of Jiangnan and Southwest. At this time, the head of the Liheyuan presided over things in the Wuxin Hall.

A skinny man with gray hair on his temples. He is already in his twilight years and his vitality has declined. But now, he is cursing non-stop.

Several people stood respectfully in front of him, not even daring to express their dignity.

"Gui Muwen, that loser! Our Liheyuan will be completely shameless from now on!"

"I don't care if you Gui Muwen is going to die on your own, why should you want to hook up with my disciple of Liheyuan!"

"How shameless you are when you bully several juniors! The Liheyuan is here to embarrass you!"

"You bullied the junior! You haven't bullied me yet! You were killed by the junior! Well done, junior Liuyunshan! If you dare to come back alive for me, I will kill you myself!"

"You good-for-nothing! If you really want to be a hero, find a famous sect and choose it yourself! Do you have the ability? How can I, the Six Great True Dao of Liheyuan, purify these inconspicuous things that corrupt the founder!

"

"The ancestors of the Liheyuan! It's so difficult for me, Qi Changfeng! What should I, Qi Changfeng, do if there are a bunch of people like this on the street?"

The people standing in front of him were silent and trembling all over.

The fifth month of the lunar calendar is midsummer.

The sun was shining brightly, a heat wave was coming, and the air seemed to be steaming.

Cicadas chirp and the grass and trees are fragrant.

There are a few wisps of breeze, but there is no coolness at all.

This situation is exactly:

As the four seasons change, it’s summer again.

There are reunions in the mortal world, but there are tears in the world.

At this time, a month had passed since the incident in the Wang family.

That night, the jade mine really exploded, and hundreds of people from the Wang and Zhang families were actually buried inside.

After Lin Zhanqing's persuasion several times, Wang Qingruo still insisted on himself and stayed in Yanlai City. Disciple Liuyun trained in the Wang family for half a month, received his reward, resigned from the Wang family, and returned to Liuyun Mountain.

And Lin Zhan

The excuse was that I wanted to go for a walk alone.

Of course, Ping Ziyan had no objection to this. Tong Die wanted to follow, but no one paid attention to her, so she had no choice but to give up.

Lin Zhanqing walked leisurely on the official road with one person and one horse. He held an apple in his hand and took a few bites from time to time. After a few bites, only the core was left in the round apple. He threw it away and continued to sit on the horse and move forward leisurely.

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It was noon, in a desolate wilderness, there were a few lonely brick houses. The brick doors and windows were neatly arranged, as if they were newly built. But they were full of dust, as if no one was living in them.

A young man in white took out the key, opened the door, and walked in slowly.

There is a big table in the room with two chairs beside it. On the wall above the big table, there is a portrait. A couple is sitting upright, and the woman is holding a five or six-year-old boy in her arms.

But for some reason, the appearance of the couple in the painting was only roughly outlined with a brush.

The young man in white knelt down in front of the big table. He didn't say a word, just kneeling.

The weather is still so hot, and the occasional breeze is just a heat wave.

The sun slowly slid down from directly above, and the hot weather finally eased a little.

The young man remained motionless, still kneeling, and actually knelt from noon to dusk.

His clear and handsome face seemed to have a slight fluctuation. A drop of hot tears slowly welled up from the corner of his eye, crossed over, and fell to the ground. It broke into a line of crystal.

The boy in white wanted to stand up, but because he had been kneeling for too long, his knees were numb. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Without showing any emotion, the young man in white calmed down and stood up again.

The young man in white clothes is Lin Zhanqing of Liuyun Mountain.

And this house was found when Lin Zhanqing went down the mountain alone for the first time at the age of sixteen. According to the memory in his mind and after many inquiries, he finally found it. It was his home that he had left for a long time.

When they found it, the house was already dilapidated, with almost only a few rotten pieces of wood left. Lin Zhanqing found someone to renovate it. Although the style was still the same as the original, it had nothing to do with the house back then. It could only be regarded as a new house.

Close the door and lock it.

Lin Zhanqing left again.

One person and one horse, their figures gradually disappeared in the sunset.

Five hundred miles to the northeast from Lin Zhanqing's home, there is a Zen Temple called Luo Xin. The Zen temple is not big, with a dozen rooms and two or three acres of land. The incense is not bad. The abbot of the temple, Zen Master Cikong, has a deep understanding of Buddhism and worldly knowledge.

.In this world and beyond, there is great wisdom.

Morning time.

Lin Zhanqing stepped onto the stone steps into the temple alone and walked through the front hall of Maitreya. He stopped at

In front of the main hall, at the incense-giving place on the side, you need to invite three sticks of sandalwood. There are several people in front, and Lin Zhanqing is behind. The young novice in charge of the marriage is seventeen or eighteen years old, about the same age as Lin Zhanqing. He has a round head and a round head.

Brain. His expression is respectful, without any slackness or arrogance.

At the front was a middle-aged man wearing gold and silver, throwing down a piece of silver. The little novice monk twisted three sticks of sandalwood in his left hand and handed them over respectfully. He put his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha."

Then there was a peasant couple in their forties. They didn't throw down a three-yang coin, they scratched their heads and looked a little embarrassed.

Like a young novice, he twisted three sticks of sandalwood in his left hand and handed them over respectfully with both hands. He clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha."

Lin Zhanqing stepped forward and put down five copper coins. He clasped his hands together and saluted. The young novice monk quickly returned the same salute.

Then he twisted three sticks of sandalwood in his left hand and handed them over respectfully with both hands. He put his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha."

After offering incense, Lin Zhanqing walked to the teahouse in the courtyard. There was a sound coming from the Zen room next to it,

"If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of myself, the appearance of a human being, the appearance of living beings, or the appearance of a person with a long life, then he is not a Bodhisattva."

"What does this sentence mean? To use a common saying in the world, it means treating everyone equally. It doesn't matter whether they are high or low, good or bad, beautiful or disabled, rich or not, good or bad, right or wrong, good or bad, good or bad, smell or smell. All should be treated with equality.

Treat everyone equally. Over time, the mind will naturally be pure. It will blend into the void, become clear and transparent. Like glass, it will not be stained by any dust. When the opportunity is ripe, you will realize all the truth. In this way, you will realize that there is no difference between the three Buddhas and all living beings. They are the only real thing.

Upper realm..."

In the tea hall, Lin Zhanqing picked up the tea cup, took a sip and put it down.

"Donor is troubled, are you feeling better?" The speaker was a monk with a Chinese character and a face, in his thirties.

Lin Zhanqing said nothing and shook his head with a wry smile.

The monk sat down and poured tea for Lin Zhanqing. He also poured a cup for himself and raised the cup.

Put down the tea cup and sit in the tea hall without saying a word.

Lin Zhanqing was sitting there with the same upright posture and without speaking.

The only one drinking tea at this time was Lin Zhanqing, and it was as if time had stopped in the teahouse.

The sun shines in front of the teahouse, giving off a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

After a long time, Lin Zhanqing stood up.

The monk only said: "Come and drink tea when you have time."

"Um."

Lin Zhanqing hummed, but didn't look back and walked straight out of Xinchanyuan.
Chapter completed!