While Shen Wenxin was talking to the old monk, Chen Li also came over, took the unpolished Maitreya Buddha, and said in shock: "Brother Chen, do you still know how to carve wood? You can't tell."

Shen Wenxin didn't know how to answer. Could it be that he was self-taught? In front of the master, Shen Wenxin actually lied calmly and said: "I have been interested in the traditional Chinese culture since I was a child. My parents are educators, so there are ways to do this."

"No wonder you know so much. It turns out that it is a scholarly family..." Chen Li looked envious and admired. During the time when Shen Wenxin carved Maitreya Buddha, Chen Li kept standing not far away to watch. For the first time, he saw Shen Wenxin's serious and focused expression, and sincerely praised in his heart: "Brother Chen is so handsome when he is focused..."

Shen Wenxin's usual appearance was inconspicuous when he was pulled on the street. The reason why Chen Li thought he was charming was nothing more than a slight bonus accompanied by golden light. Shen Wenxin didn't know about this.

Chen Li's 80-tenth appearance and 100-tenth figure are definitely the beauty that Shen Wenxin met in the past twenty-five years. He met a beautiful woman when he went out in the novel. It seems that he had never encountered it in Shen Wenxin's experience, but this time it was an exception.

When the old monk saw a female donor, he ceremonially met with the ceremony. Through this training of carving skills, the monk admired the young Shen Wenxin very much, so he spoke, "Landits, can you gather in the Zen room of my monk?"

"The master invites you very much, and I am very honored, but let me explain it first."

"Please, the Zen room is right in front of it." The monk pointed to a wing room and said, then calmed down and left here with the polished statue of Guanyin.

Shen Wenxin made a free time and took over Maitreya Buddha who had not completed the last process. He polished it while saying, "My sister Chen, I want to chat with this master. Are you going to go back to the hotel to rest during this period?"

"Well, you're busy with yours, I won't disturb you." Chen Li said very understandingly, squatting down and being in a parallel line with Shen Wenxin, touching the hair of Xiaohuang's body, and quietly watching Shen Wenxin finish the last polishing process.

After the preparation, Shen Wenxin gave the statue of Maitreya Buddha to Chen Li and said, "My sister Chen, I have known you for so long and haven't given you anything. This statue of Maitreya Buddha was made by me by myself, so I gave it to you. But treat the statue of God, you should be more respectful. After you go back, please go to the shrine to worship it."

"OK, thanks."

"We should be so polite? Come on, take Xiao Huang back to the hotel, I will go back later." Shen Wenxin got up and headed towards the old monk's Zen room. Chen Li stared at Shen Wenxin's back blankly, looked at the smile of Maitreya Buddha, and burst into laughter unconsciously. In the eyes of others, Chen Li's silly smile seemed to defile the statue of the gods, but Chen Li held a great devotion. Not only Maitreya Buddha's smile infected her, but also Shen Wenxin's gift made Chen Li have a strange feeling.

Not to mention how Chen Li would worship this statue of Maitreya Buddha that Shen Wenxin carved for the first time, Shen Wenxin went straight to the Zen room. A wisp of sandalwood rose to the people. The whole room was decorated simply, with tatami, futon, and a simple tea table. There was a cursive script with the word "Zen" in the middle. The signed one was Zeng Disheng, that is, Zeng Guofan. It seems that as a famous historical temple, celebrities from all dynasties have come to this place.

Zeng Guofan also likes that whenever he goes to a place, he will write a few strokes. It is not surprising that he wrote the word "Zen" in Xiangshan Temple.

What's more, this area was the base of the Taiping Army at that time. After Zeng Guofan recovered it, it was normal for him to go out to Xiangshan Temple. Even Emperor Kangxi wrote an inscription, so it was normal for Zeng Guofan to join in the fun.

I have to say that Zeng Guofan is also the pride of the southern Hunan people. Although he is a little stupid and loyal, he basically holds a judgmental view in the evaluation of later generations. However, now he has to study Zeng Guofan's life, but after a new understanding of his way of dealing with people, he realizes that Zeng Guofan is a real wise man! He is wise and foolish.

"Zeng Guofan's Family Instructions" influenced many great men, and contemporary Taizu also had high praise for them.

After Shen Wenxin entered, he was sitting on the cushion and facing the old monk. After a while, a little Shani came in with two cups of tea and said, "Abbot, this is the Bodhi tea you requested."

This sentence surprised Shen Wenxin. It turned out that this ordinary monk in gray robe was the host of Xiangshan Temple and the host of a thousand-year-old famous temple. His identities were high and those with identities might not be able to receive the reception from the abbot in person. Shen Wenxin simply had a common hobby with the host and had the honor to practice Zen and taste tea with him.

When the little monk said this was Bodhi tea, he couldn't help but look at the tea leaves and soup colors with curiosity. A few pink bodhi buds with silver luster floated in the tea cup, forming a gorgeous picture. The soup colors were as transparent as the fragrance of flowers, which made Shen Wen feel at ease.

"Do you know the origin of this Bodhi tea?"

"I don't know, listen carefully."

"Bodhi, in the meaning of Sanskrit, expresses wisdom and awakening. Bodhi tea also has the effect of concentrating the mind and gathering energy. Drinking it frequently helps sleep. The lay Buddhists of Ms. Guan, who have been in poor complexion recently, may not sleep well? It must be caused by fatigue."

"The abbot's kindness made me really ashamed. I don't know the master's name? I'll be exempted from his surname Shen and his name is Wenxin."

"I am a monk named Huikong. Today's young people focus on Western things. The classical culture and skills have been lost. It is a blessing to meet Mr. Shen today."

"My younger generations have shallow wood carving skills, so how can they compare with the abbot? Master Huikong, you are so polite, and I think classical culture will rise."

"I hope so. Nowadays, there are many people pursuing fame and fortune. In my lifetime, I no longer have any hope." Huikong seemed to see through the cold and cold human relationships and said slightly pessimistically.

While drinking Bodhi tea, Shen Wenxin and Huikong talked about some Buddhist mottos, stories, and words about life and affairs. Huikong's philosophical thoughts made Shen Wenxin extremely admire him. He is worthy of being the abbot of the thousand-year-old ancient temple. He read a lot of books. Shen Wenxin had to listen to him. Of course, listening is also a technical job!

The two of them practiced Zen and discussed the Tao. After nearly a stick of incense, Shen Wenxin gained a lot of truths. The opportunity to talk to such wise men is very rare. Perhaps because they used to communicate with their parents, Shen Wenxin was very suitable for this kind of listening role and did not show any impatient expression.

Although Shen Wenxin is not a Buddhist, he has also known some of the Buddhist thoughts. With a respectful and pious heart, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Christianity, or Islam, religions that can penetrate the hearts of the people are always favorable. Shen Wenxin is a furnace that can integrate the ideas of hundreds of schools of thoughts, absorbing the essence and discarding the dross. What Shen Wenxin hates is a one-size-fits-all approach.

"Mr. Chen, I think it's getting late. Although I still want to talk to you all night, I know that you have something to do, so I won't leave you anymore. Can you keep a piece of ink treasure?"

"My younger generations have poor handwriting and are afraid they won't be able to get into the eyes of the abbot."

"It's okay, just get the idea."

Since Master Huikong said this, Shen Wenxin did not refuse. Historical celebrities such as Song Huizong, Kangxi, Zeng Guofan and others have all kept calligraphy treasures. He is a modern man, although he is thick-skinned, and he dare not compare with these big names.

In Shen Wenxin's opinion, it would be nice to keep this letter in the kitchen for decoration, and there is no expectation to be remembered forever.

After the tea set was taken down by the little monk, the four treasures of the study came up. Shen Wenxin was stained with ink and thought for a moment. The pen moved casually, the pen moved by snakes and dragons, and the dragons and phoenixes danced. A big letter was vividly displayed on the paper. The pen tip was powerful and artistic, with Wang Xizhi's running and calligraphy style, and was deeply rooted in Wang Duo's essence.

"Good words!" Master Huikong praised. It was really not easy to write such a sophisticated word at such an age.

"Mr. Chen, please pay for it?"

"I'm not hiding the master, my juniors have a shallow identity and no private seal."

"Haha, the hero doesn't ask where he comes from, Mr. Chen doesn't need to be too humble, just put your name and date."

"OK."

Shen Wenxin then wrote a line in small regular script, "Shen Wenxin wrote on a certain month and a certain day of a certain year, month and a certain day", and the date is calculated according to the lunar calendar.

Huikong then took out a bracelet and handed it to Shen Wenxin and said, "Reward Relationship, Mr. Chen, this is a Buddhist bead bracelet of small-leaf red sandalwood made by me personally. I hope you don't dislike it."

"Master, how could I dislike you?" Shen Wenxin took the bracelet, and a ninth-grade treasure chest appeared in vain. He estimated that the bracelet made by Huikong had a market price of tens of thousands. Unexpectedly, his words changed to Huikong's bracelet with a string of small-leaf red sandalwood bracelets. It's worth it!

When you are watching the luster, style and appearance of the bracelet, about 18MM beads, the surface is shiny and shiny. Obviously, there is no new product to play with. The material should be old, otherwise it will not be worth tens of thousands. Each of the Venus and cow hair patterns has good weight, with as many as 13.

Moreover, the words "Huikong" are engraved on the surface of the beads that are close to each other, and the price is even higher. The host of Xiangshan Temple is much more famous than ordinary wood carvers. Simply put, it is the bracelet of the small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads consecrated by the Taoist monk.

Of course, this is Huikong's intention. Shen Wenxin does not lack tens of thousands of dollars and plans to carry it with him. After all, he is consecrated by a master of the abbot level, and at least it will have a bit of a ward off evil spirits.

"Abbot, I hope I can have the opportunity to practice Zen with you again. I will benefit a lot today." Shen Wenxin put his hands together and said goodbye, looking extremely grateful.

Huikong said in a shocking voice, saying, "I believe there will be a chance. Remember to add me to follow me after you go back, and we will send a private message to contact us!"

"Well, master, you are really keeping pace with the times. I wonder how many fans you have?"

"It's more than 100,000, but nowadays, there are still too few people who pay attention to Buddhism and Taoism..."

"Oh, it turns out it's a big V, I will definitely pay attention to it!"

Shen Wenxin got the account of Master Huikong, "Master Huikong", and left Xiangshan Temple. This trip was meditating and discussing Taoism lasted until evening. He was a little hungry, so he took out his cell phone, added Master Huikong's scarf, and went to the hotel to have supper with Chen Li.

Not to mention, many masters have scarves, mainly for propaganda. This method is more popular, so many masters have official scarves, and Huikong is no exception.
Chapter completed!