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Chapter 277 I approve you to raise your orchid finger

Qingliang Temple.

Bai Wan, wearing a gray monk's robe, walked solemnly towards the temple's main hall.

Ling Shumo behind him was still wearing the green gown. He looked at Bai Wan with aloofness and elegant features.

As he walked quietly, his eyes revealed a look of detachment from the world.

He suddenly felt that Abai no longer belonged to him...

There is only one person in the world who can be quiet and cultivate himself.

Painting and calligraphy frees the mind, and enlightenment and solitude bring joy.

All the monks and believers in the temple stood in front of the Buddha statue with their hands clasped together, chanting "Amitabha" and muttering to themselves.

After recovering from the illness for about half a month, Bai Wan finally got out of bed. After experiencing the process of letting go and resting, his mind became pure.

He immediately expressed his desire to unshave his hair and cultivate his mind at Qingliang Temple.

Ling Shumo couldn't stop him. This person would judge and move forward on his own based on what he wanted.

Just as White Pea said before.

He has always believed in himself and is responsible for all his decisions.

"Zi Chen." Bai Wan adjusted the collar of his shirt, "I'm staying here to cultivate my mind, so I won't be able to accompany you every day for a while."

"I know."

"you know?"

Ling Shumo smiled faintly: "Since we are close friends, you can pursue the cultivation of mind and Buddha nature on the mountain of Qingliang Temple, and I can also seek the lofty Zen at the foot of the mountain."

"You, after all, have been tired for a long time..."

To put it bluntly, he knew that Bai Wan was feeling lonely and depressed and wanted to be relieved after killing his master and overcoming the disaster of water.

He also accompanied her.

Because I understand, I use this to give myself an enlightened situation.

Both of them are calligraphers and painters, and you will understand it after thinking about it carefully.

Bai Wan looked at him and felt as if her heart was burned, so hot that her face turned red.

The person in front of him supported his decision unconditionally, without asking for reasons, and had complete understanding and resonance.

There is really nothing like this in the world...

"When I figure it out, I'll go find you and stay with you."

Bai Wan's expression was rogue and shameless, and he directly linked fingers with the person opposite him in public.

A few days ago, I said that Buddhism is an important place and we should not do anything ridiculous. But today, he dared to write on people's palms blatantly.

"instrument……"

The palm of your hand is filled with 'Yi', which you yearn for.

When Ling Shumo realized what was written, his mind buzzed and he closed his eyes in embarrassment involuntarily, and his ears felt hot.

"Ahem, the ceremony has begun." Master Kongming coughed lightly.

According to the ritual of practicing with hair, the first thing to do is to perform the shaving ceremony.

This is different from the ordination of monks, who need to wrap their hair into a bun with a thin thread.

Bai Wan watched helplessly as her hair was tangled and the bun was wrapped around the top of her head.

There is not much hair on this book, and it is twisted together like a thin snake.

A little embarrassing...

At this point, you can maintain a clean environment and begin formally practicing with your hair untied.

Master Kongming looked at him, wondering if such a talented person could see through the mundane world, and couldn't help but ask:

“Why do you want to convert?”

Most of those who practice Buddhism with their hair uncut are unable to escape from the secular world but have a heart of Buddha.

In fact, it can also be regarded as a kind of conversion to Buddhism.

Bai Wan showed a smile that was completely different from the cynical smile she had in the past:

"For Mingxin!"

There is an indescribable calmness and indifference in this smile.

Few people are so outspoken.

Master Kongming quietly gazed at the young and determined figure in front of him, feeling a sense of relief and expectation in his heart.

After some careful consideration, he slowly said:

"The mind seeks clarity in the world, so it can see the nature of the mind. Since this is the case, your Dharma name should be Mingxin."

"Oh?" Bai Wan raised an eyebrow, "Master, you've saved yourself a lot of trouble!"

After suddenly realizing something, the man finally shut up obediently.

"Haha," Bai Wan murmured to herself, "this Buddhist name is quite good."

So he respectfully bowed to Master Kongming to express his acceptance.

There was silence all around...

All the Buddhist disciples looked at this man, their expressions seemed somewhat embarrassed and distorted.

Most of them knew that this person was the legendary painting saint, but they did not expect that he would be such a strange and bizarre person practicing Buddhism with his hair uncut.

The so-called former painting saint of Daying, Han Miaoran, the former top painter of Daqing, was also known as Bai Wan, with the courtesy name Yuebai and the alias Ximeng Jushi.

My current practice name is Mingxin.

……

At this moment, one hundred and twenty days have passed since the founding of Daqing and the fall of Nanying.

Emperor Qing Song Yuanshan brought all the surrendered ministers and guards of Nanying, and even thousands of eunuchs and palace maids, into the Qing Dynasty.

On the top of the mountain, there is a ruined temple.

The summer heat attracts many mosquitoes, which buzz ferociously.

Luo Wenqi looked at the dark night outside and added a piece of firewood to the campfire in the center.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to cure the Jade Powder poison in your body."

Next to him, a short, pale man lay, motionless with some difficulty.

"I thought I could find Dr. Lin Fu to detoxify. I didn't expect her to..."

The short Chen Xingyi laughed at himself: "My adoptive father is a man who will do anything to get what he wants. How could he leave any room for maneuver?"

"I will definitely help you!"

Luo Wenqi stared at the person opposite him solemnly.

In the past few months, he exhausted all his energy to travel from Dingzhou City to Nanying to seek medical treatment, but he encountered the conflict between the two dynasties.

Upon learning that the Nanying Palace was destroyed, Lin Fu and his disciples fled and began looking for people everywhere.

During this period, Chen Xingyi suffered from the poison several times, but he endured it all by himself.

It can be said that I have done everything from serving tea to pouring water to being a slave, but all I got in return was a cold reception.

The nicer he was to Chen Xingyi, the colder his eyes became and the more unfriendly he became.

"I'm told I don't need you to watch over me. I'm a worthless person."

Luo Wenqi nodded slightly, not listening, and continued to boil some herbal medicine that could temporarily relieve the pain.

Chen Xingyi pinched his throat and turned his back to the person.

"I'm not gay, no matter how much you try to please me, I won't accept you!"

"You are a eunuch, why don't you just live out your retirement obediently? There is no need to hang yourself on this crooked little branch of mine!"

After not hearing a response for a long time, he glanced sideways at the man.

Luo Wenqi's herbal soup was already at his lips, but he didn't know whether to drink it or not.

"Na..."

I held it in for a moment, then realized that I shouldn't have said that word, so I changed my words.

"Hey... take... this and drink the medicine!"

The man's originally handsome face is now unkempt.

The gorgeous clothes are now torn and worn.

For him, I won't say anything. I won't curl my orchid finger anymore! His face is so messy, but he still remembers to shave! He has a mysophobia but now he has become a beggar.

"..."

The moonlight swept across his confused face, and he felt awkward and didn't know what to say.

After a long while, he drank the medicine and it tasted neither salty nor bland. He asked tentatively:

"How about I allow you to say 'na'? Or raise your index finger?"