klisemfg Chapter 310 Listening to the Dharma
Chapter 310 Listening to the Dharma
"Xingyun, you are here. Didn't you say before that you were going out to find a friend? I wonder if you found one? Let me tell you, Xiaocaoer and I just went to the side hall to listen to a great monk preaching Buddhism. It was so wonderful! After listening, I felt refreshed, as if my soul had been baptized." Old Mrs. Yang said with a smile on her face.
At this time, the bald master beside him put his hands together, bowed slightly to Old Lady Yang, and then slowly said, "I didn't expect that this donor is also interested in Buddhism. It is really precious."
Seeing this, Old Lady Yang quickly imitated the Master and returned the greeting. She smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Oh, Master, you are too kind! Actually, I don't know anything about Buddhism. It's just that when I listened to the Master's explanation, I felt very comfortable and relaxed all over my body, as if all my troubles disappeared at once."
Xiao Caoer stood aside and listened to her grandmother talking to the master in an exaggerated manner, and thought to herself: Grandma, it is really rare that you can talk so much even though you don't understand Buddhism.
At this time, Qi Xingyun, who was standing in the middle, smiled and introduced to everyone: "Grandma, this is Master Zhishen from Huguo Temple. Master, this is the elder from my good friend's family, Old Lady Yang, and her granddaughter."
Hearing this, Xiao Cao'er hurriedly took a small step forward, bent down slightly, respectfully saluted Master Zhishen, and said softly, "Greetings, Master." The voice was clear and pleasant, as beautiful as the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley.
The master looked quite old, with kind eyes. The robes he wore were of very good quality. On his hand hung a string of particularly long and round Buddhist beads, which he often played with. They must have been expensive, so the master must have been of high status.
Master Zhishen had a smile on his face, and that smile was as warm as the spring sun. He stared at Xiaocao'er quietly and with interest for a long time. Those deep and bright eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, making Xiaocao'er feel as if his soul had been seen through.
Just when Xiao Cao'er felt that she had nowhere to hide from Master Zhishen's gaze, she saw Master Zhishen slowly withdrew his gaze from her.
Then, he smiled and said, "It is fate that I can meet you two donors here today! Donor Qi and I have been close friends for many years. It is really a great pleasure to meet again today. I wonder if you can move to the meditation room behind my courtyard and sit for a while? A few days ago, I accidentally got some good tea, and I was thinking of inviting you to taste it together."
Hearing this, Old Lady Yang quickly responded, "Oh, Master, you are too polite! To be honest, I don't know how to taste tea! But we are a little thirsty on the way. Since you have invited me so kindly, I am shamelessly bothering you." Old Lady Yang knew it very well. She had experienced many ups and downs in her life. How could she not see that Master Zhishen's move actually had a deeper meaning. This so-called invitation to taste tea was just an excuse.
At this time, Master Zhishen turned his gaze to Xiaocao'er who was standing beside him, and asked in a gentle voice: "Then what do you think, little master?" Upon hearing this, Xiaocao'er hurriedly bowed to Master Zhishen again and replied obediently: "Master, I will follow my grandmother's arrangements in everything."
Master Zhishen led them through the bustling guest house and came to the quiet and peaceful residence in the back. In the courtyard, a towering Bodhi tree stood proudly, casting a green shade. Master Zhishen walked to the tree, sat down calmly, and warmly invited the other three to sit together.
Looking closely, there is an ancient stone table under the tree, surrounded by four stone benches of the same material, one for each person, with an exquisite and reasonable layout. On the stone table is a set of exquisite Kung Fu tea sets, including teapots, teacups, and tea trays, exuding an elegant atmosphere. Looking to the side, a small stove is burning with a blazing flame, and the kettle on the stove is whirring, with steam rising.
The sharp-eyed Xiao Cao recognized at a glance that these items were all from the mall, and she couldn't help but suddenly realized: No wonder Brother Xingyun suddenly asked me for a set of tea sets and tea leaves yesterday! Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.
Qi Xingyun, who was standing by, noticed Xiao Cao'er's gaze. He reached out and touched his nose embarrassedly, his eyes flickering, and he obviously felt a little guilty.
At this moment, the water in the kettle was already boiling, making a cheerful chirping sound. Seeing this, Xiao Caoer skillfully took over the task of making tea. She gently lifted the kettle, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the boiling hot water poured down like a silver thread and poured into the teapot. Suddenly, the fragrance of tea filled the entire courtyard.
Old Mrs. Yang, who was sitting nearby, finally noticed the familiar tea sets. After looking at them carefully, she was surprised to find that they were exactly the same as those she used at home.
Master Zhishen sat cross-legged calmly, slowly turning a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and muttering something. However, the atmosphere at the moment seemed a little solemn, and the three of them were silent, as if they were all preoccupied with something.