The moon is clear and the stars are sparse, and there is no sound.
The east side of the street outside Oakshire University was cold and quiet, with little pedestrian traffic at night.
The street lights on both sides of the street spilled light all over the ground, but also a person’s figure was reflected on the road.
This is actually a monk, clad in green robes, the treasure phase is solemn, but both eyebrows have been gray, apparently it is already over the age of the elderly.
The monk in green walks alone, hands together, like an ascetic, solemn but giving a compassionate aura, quite a kind of awe-inspiring monk.
“Bitter monk, since you are here, why do you have to leave?”
At this time, a slow voice came from behind the monk in green, followed by Old Mr. Miller, who was holding a dry tobacco stick in one hand and a wine jug in the other, appeared beside the monk in green.
The monk in green immediately stopped in his tracks, faced Old Mr. Miller, folded his hands and bent over, saying, “If you come, you come; if you leave, you leave; there is no cause and effect. Bitter Bamboo has seen Young Master Uncle.”
Old Mr. Miller hurriedly waved his hand and said, “Don’t don’t don’t, I am similar to you in age, you bald donkey a little uncle want to shout me to old is not? It is said that monks do not deceive, why do I feel that you old monk is quite cautious?”
The green-clothed monk’s face was unmoved as he folded his hands and continued, “Young Master Uncle is the only disciple of the young master when he was alive. In terms of seniority, Bitter Bamboo should be addressed as Little Senior Uncle.”
“I have nothing to do with your Kuchan Temple .” Old Mr. Miller waved his hand and continued, “My master had no connection with Kuchan Temple since he left the temple, he entered the world and returned to the world, in his old man’s words it was a new life.”
“Little master ancestor wisdom is superb, to bitterton meditation, bitter bamboo heart aspiring for the respect.” The monk in green said with a solemn expression.
Old Mr. Miller laughed and said, “I say, monk Bitter, you spend all day in that Zen temple with the green lamp, what kind of Zen can you realize? When my master left Kuchan Temple and came to the human world, he saw the suffering of the world and realized that all people in the world, no matter how high or low, rich or poor, have their own sea of suffering, and that’s how he realized what ‘bitter Zen’ is. The flesh was sharpened in the red dust, and eventually the suffering was over and the great vajra realm was cultivated. This time you have come to me for this Grand Vajra Realm, right?”
The monk in green put his hands together and said in a sincere voice: “I hope that young master uncle will be able to do it.”
Old Mr. Miller looked far away in the night and said slowly: “At first, the master merely took me in and did not recognize me as his disciple, and he did not let me inherit his Zen mantle. His old man said that my six roots were not pure and I was not suitable for the realization of Buddhism. Therefore, he only let me practice the method of tempering the body of the great vajra. As for the enlightenment mysteries of the great vajra realm, I don’t know anything about it. Perhaps, with the passing of his old man, the mysteries of the Great Vajra Realm also disappeared from the world. But his old man did show a path.”
“Please also ask young master uncle to express.” The green-clothed monk said in a hurry.
“His old man said, “Let go of the Buddha in your heart before you can see the true Buddha in your heart.” Old Mr. Miller spoke up, his cloudy old eyes staring at the monk in green.
The green-clad monk’s face shook, and his eyes seemed to have an understanding.
To put down the Buddha in your heart is easy to say, but how difficult is it to do?
The monk in green has been enlightened for many years, and many Buddhist scriptures have already formed a corresponding Buddhist doctrine in his heart, which is equivalent to having a Buddha sitting in the heart.
If you let go of the Buddha in your heart, it is the same as giving up all that you have learned and started over from scratch.
The green-robed monk sighed lightly in his heart, not everyone is as amazing as the young master, in fact Kuchan Temple has not been able to produce a figure like the young master for a hundred years.
At that moment, Old Mr. Miller’s eyes snapped toward the side and said, “Why don’t you show yourself even though you’re here?”
The words have just fallen, is to see the side of a corner of the block, a graceful silhouette out of a paragraph, she was dressed in purple, outlining still sexy curves, high pulled up hair with a phoenix hairpin, a jade face is extremely beautiful and extremely cold, but the temples have been some gray.
The red face is easy to grow old, and the beauty is easy to die.
This woman in purple and Old Mr. Miller, the monk in green should be the same era of people, but she is still glowing with a noble and beautiful temperament, you can imagine in the young days, she is how stunning the world.
The woman in purple walked slowly towards the front, herself with an aura that was intimidating enough to make people bow down and worship.
Seeing this woman in purple, the green-clothed monk’s face moved slightly, folded his hands and said, “So it’s Miss Mosele herself.”
The woman in purple also looked respectful and said, “Greetings, Master Bitter Bamboo.”
The monk in green then said, “Little Uncle, Bitter Bamboo still has important business, so I won’t stay much longer, so goodbye.”
With that, the monk in green steps away, three steps and two steps, his figure has disappeared at the end of the street under the blanket of night.
“Huh? I didn’t know I was out of wine in this jug … No, my have to go find a jug of wine.” Old Mr. Miller muttered to himself, turning around under trying to slip away.
The woman in purple moved, but as quickly as lightning cut in front of him, some annoyed voice said: “Jason, I am so disliked by you? You want to leave without saying a word when you see me?”
Old Mr. Miller squinted his old eyes and looked at the still charming woman in purple in front of him, for a long time before pretending to be in a trance and said: “Oh, so it’s Clara Mosele girl. Speaking of which, it’s been twenty or thirty years since I saw you, you still look the same. Unlike me, I already look like a bad old man nowadays.”
“So you want to run away when you see me? Do you think you’re ashamed to look like an old man now? But I don’t mind you.” The woman in purple gritted her teeth and said.
Old Mr. Miller laughed bitterly and said, “You are at least the Holy Lord of Purple Phoenix Holy Land now, what am I, a bad old man? I didn’t think I was good enough for you before, but now I’m even worse.”
The woman in purple, whose status is that of the holy master of Purple Phoenix Holy Land, had a hint of sorrow in her eyes as she said, “You still can’t forget her?”
Old Mr. Miller a rare silence, barred two puffs of smoke, then said: “She has always been in the heart, why ever say forget?”
“I see. Hyacinth is abuzz with rumors of your presence in Oakshire, and I just came to see …” spoke Miss Mosele, the woman in purple.
“What is there to see here. I can’t resist old age. I’m not the handsome, unrestrained young man I was when I was in Hyacinth.” Old Mr. Miller sighed and continued, “Now I’m missing one of my incisors, so I don’t dare to smile when I see you, for fear of losing face. So see each other as not to see, or let the impression of my young handsome martial arts stay in your mind better.”
“Pfft-”
Miss Mosele covered her mouth with a smile, glared at Old Mr. Miller and said, “You’re already old, and you’re still so disrespectful and old-fashioned for old age. This time with your appearance, many of the old guys in Hyacinth who are in seclusion have come out of seclusion, and there are many old guys who have been holding their breath over the years.”
Old Mr. Miller sneered and said, “The year I beat up the unbeaten, if they are itchy skin to take the initiative to find the door, I do not mind beating them again.”
“This temper of yours is still the same as before. I would like to see how far your martial arts cultivation has reached in these decades.” Miss Mosele opened her mouth, her mind moved, after capturing Old Mr. Miller’s own aura fluctuation she blushed violently and lost her voice, “No, your martial arts realm …”
Old Mr. Miller waved his hand and said with a relaxed and breezy face, “No harm, no foul. It does not affect anything, the big thing is to step up again one day.”