After a while, Monk Huicong walked in with a jug of wine and three bowls, and a package in his arms. He placed the jug on the brazier, and then placed the three bowls in order.

Chen Yue's eyes suddenly widened. Three bowls? Is this a monk?

"Ahem." The middle-aged monk's cheeks turned red and he said, "The poor monk also feels a little cold, ahem."

Chen Yue and the two couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that they had met a fair-weather monk?

"These are two sets of clean clothes. Although they are a bit shabby, they are not wet at least. If you don't mind, you can put them on temporarily. It will be bad if you get frozen. There is only one half-qualified medical officer in the market town, so it is difficult to treat.

." The monk opened the bag and took out two gray-white clothes.

Yu Yanbai had already felt uncomfortable all over. After thanking him, he hurriedly took off his clothes.

The monk saw that Yu Yanbai was thin and frail all over, with some thin skin and tender flesh, and said with a smile: "This donor must be a scholar at first glance, right? Most of the people in Beiliang are burly men. Haha."

"

Yu Yanbai chuckled, put on his clothes without saying anything, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

Chenyue took the clothes and hesitated for a moment, but there was no movement.

"Hey, they are all grown men, why should they be shy? They are not girls." The monk said without realizing the embarrassment.

Chen Yue smiled bitterly and took off the soaked lining in three strokes.

Now it was the bald monk's turn to be stunned. He saw that the muscles on Chen Yue's body were extremely strong. The most important thing was that there were many shocking scars. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that they were knife scars.

Chen Yue said apologetically: "The elder is frightened. After serving as a soldier for several years, these are all old injuries."

The monk who had been stunned for a long time finally came to his senses and looked at Chenyue seriously: "Beiliang border army?"

Chenyue smiled and was noncommittal.

Monk Huicong was not afraid at all, but couldn't help but shook his head and said: "They say that the Beiliang frontier army is brave, but I have only heard about it. Today I finally saw the real person. Judging from the age of the donor, I am afraid he is in his twenties.

Right? I didn’t expect that I would already be scarred at such a young age. I am a border guard and have a hard life.”

Chen Yue neatly changed into his robe and said softly: "It doesn't matter, in this world, it's good to be alive."

The monk sighed and said: "There will be great chaos in this world. I don't know how many people will die after a storm."

Chen Yue's eyes paused for a moment, and he looked at each other with Yu Yanbai, both of whom had an inexplicable meaning in their eyes.

"Come on, the wine is ready, let's fill it up for you two." The monk changed the topic and happily picked up the wine jug and filled the three bowls one after another. The way he looked directly at the wine bowls made Chen Yue agitated.

Dark lines on face.

Brother, you are a monk!

Chenyue sniffed his nose: "Beiliang green ants?"

"Not bad, expert." Monk Huicong smiled and gave a thumbs up: "After all, he was born in the Northern Liang frontier army. I heard that this green ant is the most common wine in Liangyou and Liangyou, and now it is slowly spreading.

It’s Shuozhou. Although the taste is spicy, I like it! It’s not like the wine from the Central Plains. Although the taste is sweeter, it’s always so soft and weak.”

As he was talking, the monk realized that something was wrong. What he said did not sound like that of a monk. He clearly sounded like an alcoholic. When he looked up, he saw that Chen Yue and Chen Yue were looking at him with strange expressions.

"Ahem, it's funny." Monk Huicong smiled coquettishly, picked up the wine bowl and said, "Come on, warm yourself up quickly."

Chen Yue and Chen Yue took the wine bowls with a wry smile. They saw Monk Huicong bowing uprightly towards the portrait of Buddha and murmuring:

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha."

"Gulu~Gulu~"

The black lines on the foreheads of Chen Yue and Chen Yue became more and more profound.

…

"You two are also destined to be friends. There is only one poor monk in this temple every night. It's good to have someone to talk to now." The monk said happily.

"It's too much trouble, as long as the elder doesn't get tired of it." Chen Yue said very politely.

"You see, it's very inconvenient to go out. What I believe in Buddhism is that helping others and helping yourself is the way to peace." The monk still talked and laughed calmly, not feeling any discomfort at all because of his identity as a frontier soldier in Chenyue Beiliang.

Bind your hands and feet.

"The elder is really a happy person." Yu Yanbai said with a smile.

In a moment, the three of them drank half of the wine pot. The bald monk wiped his mouth happily and said with a smile: "It's not that I'm a poor monk who is greedy for wine. In fact, I had already returned to secular life when I traveled to the Central Plains.

The land of Shuozhou was inspired by this and asked the government to build this small temple. Although the meals are all vegetarian, I really can't give up the drink. Wine is really a good thing, it can make people feel better.

People forget their worries for a while.”

"Haha, it doesn't matter, we are not old-fashioned people." Chen Yue said with a laugh, but in his heart he couldn't laugh or cry.

You drink, you drink, and you make a lot of sense.

After all, Yu Yanbai was born as a scholar. He couldn't bear to drink. After only two bowls, his cheeks turned a little red. He asked curiously: "Why did the elder return to secular life? Why did he build another temple?"

"Sigh." The monk sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to devote myself to practicing Buddhism. It's just that there is no pure land in the Zhou Dynasty. When I was in Luozhou, there were more than 300 monks in the temple.

However, the number of pilgrims gradually decreased, and the temple also declined. In the end, the abbot had no choice but to dismiss the monks, and everyone dispersed.

I grew up in a temple since I was a child, without a father or a mother. After guarding the death of the abbot in the temple, I traveled around the world alone, barely getting some food through my status as a monk, but in fact I had already returned to secular life.

After arriving in Shuozhou, I found that it was quite peaceful. Although there were often wars at the border, the people could still eat, so the poor monk settled down here."

Chen Yue and the two nodded frequently when they heard this. They saw a hint of helplessness in the monk's eyes. If they could guard the temple and study Buddhism with concentration, who would wander around the world?

"Oh, by the way, the poor monk's surname is Zhuge, and his double name is Muzhu. Because he was adopted by the abbot of the temple when he was young, he also got this name from the abbot." The monk picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

The faces of Chen Yue and Chen Yue are getting weirder and weirder. Their name is Muzhu, but their Buddhist name is Huicong. So, does your master want you to be smart or confused?

The monk seemed to have guessed the question in Chen Yue's heart, and said to himself: "Confused, confused, how can a smart person be as comfortable as a confused person?"

Chen Yue's heart trembled. This monk seemed careless and spoke freely, but in fact he had great wisdom and his attitude towards life was much clearer than theirs.

"Hey, look at me. I talk a lot when I drink. You two will get tired of hearing it, haha." Monk Huicong said with a smile: "You two drink too, don't just look at me. After drinking, people are also tired of listening."

I’m confused.”
Chapter completed!