Chapter 232 Where Is the Buddha?

I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s been raining in Bianzhou these days. But the rain was neither heavy nor light, as if God had no purpose other than to irritate people.

The city of Bianzhou was quite quiet due to the continuous rain.

In fact, it wasn't just the rain. The two junior masters fighting each other in three or four days also played a part in the reason.

The unsophisticated people from all walks of life gathered in small groups to discuss the duel between two minor masters. Over a little different opinion, I get red-faced.

It seems that this is how the world should be, with constant fighting and friction.

The disciples of the small sect immediately wrote to the sect, but their mentality also changed.

If the first time was stressful and worrying, the second time it became routine. Although the first time also had a sense of routine, it still had some personal feelings.

The second time, I just wrote whatever I saw and heard, without any emotion.

After all, they had been called twice in three days, but there was still no news at all about the Mending Treasure Scripture, and their letters were not easy to write!

These people stopped fussing, which made Bianzhou City Yamen breathe a sigh of relief.

Since the appearance of the Butian Baojing, these officials have been so busy that their heels hit their knees. They were on tenterhooks all day long, fearing that some large-scale conflict would break out and blacken their year-end memorial.

These people worry about their future twelve hours a day, and the slightest disturbance scares them.

That means not eating well and sleeping well. After finally having some free time, it is natural to take a good rest and recuperate the spirit to avoid exhaustion of the body.

When it rains, Bianzhou becomes less like Bianzhou.

On the official road outside the city, a carriage was driving slowly.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s raining, or because the woman driving is leisurely, but it’s normal to take one step or two.

Fortunately, the official road is sparsely populated, so dilly-dallying will not affect other people.

The sky was gray and I didn’t know how far I had walked, but I couldn’t see Bianzhou City anymore.

The woman driving the car was very happy when she saw a small inn not far away. He quickly stopped the carriage, opened the curtain and asked with a smile: "Master, there is an inn ahead, and it's raining outside. Why don't we go in and have a rest. Wait until the rain stops, and then we can continue our journey."

The old man and the young man in the carriage smiled, understanding her thoughts clearly. So they all looked up and saw that there was indeed an inn.

It happened that they were tired of sitting, so they put down their books and got out of the carriage, chanting the Buddha's name "Amitabha." It's true, you should stop being playful. Those who practice Buddhism should not be attached to the glitz of the world. "

The driver Yizhen bowed his head and bowed to Buddha, "I know Master, I'm not afraid of tiring Master."

The master standing in the rain smiled kindly, dressed in white green clothes and holding a fly whisk. It was none other than Master Jinghui who had appeared in Bianzhou a few days ago.

"It won't happen again."

After saying that, Jing Hui returned to the carriage and continued reading. Only the little girl opened the curtain and stared curiously at the scene around her.

Yizhen smiled brightly and hurriedly drove the carriage to the inn.

"Sir, do you want to eat... or stay in a hotel?" The waiter's sharp eyes caught sight of Yizhen getting off the carriage. I was already talking about eating, but I changed my mind to staying in a hotel.

"Staying in the hotel, I want a room. Let's serve a table of vegetarian dishes first, no meat at all!" Yizhen handed the horse's reins to the waiter and helped the two of them get out of the carriage.

The three of them followed Baotang in. The inn was not big, and there were only ten or eight tables inside. No matter what kind of room you live in, they are all the same.

The waiter wiped the tables and chairs and asked the three of them to sit down.

There were two or three tables of people in the room, eating. When someone came in, they couldn't help but look up. Seeing that there were only three women, old and young, they didn't pay any attention.

Soon, the food was served. Yizhen wiped the chopsticks clean and handed them to Jing Hui first, and then helped the little girl pick up the vegetables and add rice.

The three of them ate in silence, but the little girl kept pulling at the food in the bowl and eating quickly, as if she hadn't eaten for several days.

After the three of them finished eating, the waiter cleared away the dishes and served three pots of tea.

Although it is not a good tea, it can be used to digest food and rinse your mouth. So the three of them didn't refuse and just drank tea in silence.

"Master, are we going back to the mountain like this?" Yizhen put down the teacup and looked at Jinghui and asked curiously.

"Otherwise? The world is chaotic, and living there for a long time will mess up your original mind. Since you have decided to stay with Qingdeng forever, you have to endure peace and loneliness in order to practice profound Buddhism." Jing Hui spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

However, her words caused the people at the two tables next to her to laugh disdainfully, but she didn't care and left the two disciples to explain what they saw and heard on the road.

By the way, I would like to answer my disciple’s doubts.

It was already dark, and the inn was not big, so there were no lanterns hung. Only a few candles in the room flickered.

Several people in the room whispered to each other, and occasionally glanced at Jing Hui and the others.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves could be heard outside the door, coming from far to near, coming from the rain.

The waiter was overjoyed. He didn't expect that business would come to him at such a late hour. So he quickly went out with a smile on his face to greet those who came.

"Your Majesty." The waiter took the reins of the horse, opened the curtain for the visitor, and asked respectfully: "Are you staying in a hotel or having a meal?"

"Waiting for someone." The people in the carriage held his hand and slowly got out of the carriage.

The moment his feet hit the ground, Jing Hui in the room paused and stopped talking.

After sighing, he ordered Yizhen, "Take your junior sister up, I want to meet an old friend."

"Okay." Yizhen didn't ask anything, just picked up the little girl, got up and walked upstairs.

After the two left, Jinghui turned around and looked at the person who came in from outside the door.

She asked with a smile: "Master Lu, how come you have time to come to Jiangnan? Is there any official business?"

"No official business, just come to Jiangnan for a walk, and by the way, find Master Jinghui to discuss Buddhism." Lu Wenyu sat down opposite Master Jinghui and said lightly.

Jinghui frowned and looked solemn. Lu Wenyu didn't look like a person who liked to practice Buddhism. Why would he travel thousands of miles to Jiangnan to discuss Buddhism?

"Master Lu, what Buddhism do you want to discuss? I wonder if I can help Master Lu solve his doubts?"

Although she didn't know Lu Wenyu's purpose, Jinghui still didn't show it. Since you said to discuss Buddhism, then I will discuss Buddhism with you.

Lu Wenyu took the tea brought by the waiter and asked leisurely: "Master, I want to ask Master, where is the Buddha?"

Why is it such a question? Jinghui put her right hand on the table, her eyes solemn. She didn't quite understand what Lu Wenyu meant, so she couldn't answer.

"Master, did you not hear clearly? The question I want to ask is: Where is the Buddha?" Lu Wenyu drank tea without even looking at Jinghui.

That indifferent look made Jinghui a little unsure, but she had to answer.

So she tapped the table with her finger and said: "Where is the Buddha? Different people have different opinions."

"I think the Buddha is everywhere!"