When he woke up in the morning, he felt that his stomach was fine, and Zhao Jiaren finally felt relieved. He originally wanted to bring some gifts to the temple, but now he finally had something to show off.

Indian Buddhist monks eat meat, but they are not allowed to eat spicy and spices. Buddhism was introduced to China. Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, Xiao Yan, read the Lankavatara Sutra. The Lankavatara Sutra said that "the Bodhisattva is merciful and merciful, and cannot bear to eat the meat of all sentient beings." In the tenth year of Tianjian, that is, in 511 AD, Emperor Wu of Liang wrote four articles "Blacking Wine**", and gathered more than 1,000 monks and nuns in the palace "Fengzhuangmen" to sing this article. This article first proposed the idea of ​​banning monks and nuns from "eating all meat", and strictly controlled it with compulsory measures of "the rule of law question". Since then, Han Buddhism has not eaten much meat.

Gifts must be given in particular. Carrying three animals to the temple is a very uncultured choice, because three animals are used to sacrifice to heaven in Chinese tradition. I would like to thank the monk for helping him raise funds with gold and silver? This has a great hint of giving kickbacks, which is very undesirable.

Rare things are precious, and the cooked cakes that knead alkali are vegetarian and delicious, and they perfectly conform to the etiquette that monks should have. If monks are really greedy for money, giving this is a punishment, then it would be more appropriate!

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw the master who was preparing to make breakfast discussing what was around a few trays of cooked cakes. Now Zhao Jiaren felt that the "Hungry Fire Head Army" was saying it was really accurate. No wonder someone scolded the master for hiding cooked cakes yesterday, which was not unfair. Zhao Jiaren stepped forward and smiled and said, "I will tell you how to eat it. Cut the cooked cakes into slices and fry them in oil. They are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, which is very delicious."

The masters were arrested and their faces were a little embarrassed. The leader quickly said, "Principal, we are also afraid that they will eat too much and accumulate food."

It is a very useless thing to care about the Huo Tou Jun. Zhao Jiaren didn't want to do this. He waved his hand and continued, "If you are afraid that the fried is too ruthless, then beat the eggs evenly, wrap the eggs with egg juice and then fry them. However, if you do this, the oil temperature is too high. It is better to fry them directly."

Seeing that Zhao Jiaren was not concerned, the masters quickly responded, "Let's try it."

In the morning, rice porridge was served with fried buns, and everyone who ate the meal praised the deliciousness. After chess Hu Yi finished eating three regular slices, he asked Zhao Jiaren nervously, "Principal, is a few thousand pounds of alkali enough to eat? There are almost 20,000 people here."

Hu Yi is right. Zhao Jiaren's subordinates have four or five thousand people, and they also bring more than 10,000 families. Zhao Jiaren's purpose of making soda ash is to produce glass, not to produce new-style cooked cakes on a large scale. With a pity, Zhao Jiaren said to Hu Yi: "Can you eat it once every half a month?"

"...Can we enjoy eating for half a month first?" Hu Yi asked Zhao Jiaren with a pitiful expression.

Zhao Jiaren couldn't stand being watched by a big man with a star that almost flashed the stars. He gritted his teeth and said, "At most, five days!"

On the 22nd day of the first lunar month, the fourth day after Zhao Jiaren arrived at Qingyuan Mansion, he got up before dawn. In several big gift boxes, there were 300 freshly released steamed buns, and steamed buns fried from 300 steamed buns. In addition, there were also many cloths, pyrethrum, mosquito coils, and tea. Fujian produces tea, which is very expensive on Liangzhe Road, and is very cheap in the local area. Although the cost of buying gifts is very low, it will cost a lot of money to buy them on Liangzhe Road.

With these gifts, Zhao Jiaren and others headed straight to the temple under the guidance of torches. The monks from the three famous temples accepted the gifts and said that they worked hard to build the lighthouse out of compassion. Now the lighthouse has indeed helped many people, and they feel that they have achieved merit. They also wish Zhao Jiaren good rewards.

These are all the scenes that have to be said, and Zhao Jiaren was not at all relieved. He was so kind that he maintained a good relationship with the monks, so this matter should end here. He ran around the temple for two consecutive days, and he felt that he should end it quickly and take office in Quanzhou.

The last family was Tiantong Zen Temple. The abbot met Zhao Jiaren in the clean room. The great monk was an energetic old man with a triangular eyes and bright eyes. He looked very much like the great monk Fahai in the legend of the new White Snake. Seeing that Zhao Jiaren was about to say goodbye, the abbot said, "Master Zhao, I see that you have a firm look, but you are distracted all the time. I think there must be something big to do. If the donor Zhao doesn't dislike him, I want to ask the donor Zhao to stay here for a few more days to meditate and meditate and calm down."

You are not going to consecrate me, right? Zhao Jiaren thought to himself. He quickly declined, "Master, my mother loves to read Buddhist scriptures, and I also read it by chance. When I saw the scriptures, if you see me with your appearance and seek me with your voice, it is a person who is following the evil path and cannot see the Tathagata. I am here to meditate, but I am afraid that I will have the intention to seek Buddha. Now that I have left, I will not delay my time, and I can still see the result as soon as possible. It would be fine to meditate."

The great monk who looked like Fahai didn't expect Zhao Jiaren to say this. He looked at Zhao Jiaren and continued to ask with interest: "The donor Zhao's words are quite Zen, but he doesn't know what he wants?"

"Please rest assured." Zhao Jiaren replied readily.

"Please rest assured... I don't know the donor, but I know the story of the second ancestor Huike." asked the great monk who looks like Fahai.

"I know. I feel resentful." Zhao Jiaren replied. Although he still felt that this monk who looked like Fahai pretended to be mysterious, he was not a simple monk.

The great monk who looks like Fahai continued, "Since don't know, I won't show off. Donor Zhao will have a chance to come to my temple. Since Donor Zhao doesn't want to stay for a long time, why not write a verse for me to make a souvenir and also look at Donor Zhao's wisdom."

Zhao Jiaren smiled and said with a sigh: "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing originally, so where can dust be caused!"

This is the verse of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. Seeing that the monk who looked like Fahai was unwilling to let go, Zhao Jiaren took out this trick.

I thought the monk would be unhappy because of this joke, and even suspected that the monk did not know the verse of the Sixth Patriarch of Huineng. Zhao Jiaren looked at the monk's expression, but saw that the monk's expression was not moved at all. He just said plainly: "This is the verse of the Sixth Patriarch, and I can't count it."

Zhao Jiaren felt a little unhappy when he saw the monk who looked like Fahai and he was serious. However, Zhao Jiaren felt that he could not leave like a scoundrel. After thinking about it, Zhao Jiaren suddenly remembered a passage. He wanted to recite, but found that he didn't know how to recite. When he was upset, he saw that there was a pen in the monk's house, so he went up to dip his pen in ink, and walked to the white wall to write.

I have never cultivated good results in my life, but I only like to kill and set fire. Suddenly, I opened the golden rope and broke the jade lock here. Oh! The tide on the Qiantang River came, and today I realized that I was me.

After writing, I wanted to throw my pen down, but I felt it was very artificial. I walked back to the desk and put the pen back, but I heard a woman's low voice vaguely coming from behind the screen in the clean room. It turned out that the monk hid his mistress in the temple. This thought flashed, and Zhao Jiaren didn't think much. Lutixia's verses had a sense of righteousness and transcendence, and the thoughts of low-level interest could not enter Zhao Jiaren's heart at all.

The monk stared at the verse with his triangle eyes, and before he could say goodbye to Zhao Jiaren, the monk said, "Amitabha, I will send the donor out of the temple."

"I dare not bother Master, I can leave myself. If I have the fate in the future, I will come back." Zhao Jiaren said, bowed, turned around and went out.

Seeing Zhao Jiaren's figure disappearing outside the door, the monk sighed and couldn't help but recite "Amitabha".

With the slight sound of cloth shoes stepping on the ground, the two of them walked out from behind the clean room screen, and they were mother and daughter. The mother said to her daughter as she walked: "Zhuzhu, I couldn't help but scream when I saw someone writing. You are not a child anymore. Don't you know to cover your mouth with your hands? How about being heard by someone?"

"Mom, do I think his handwriting is good?" the young girl lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

The mother didn't say much, and walked to the monk and said, "Second Uncle, how do you think of this Zhao Sanlang?"

The old monk looked at the verse on the wall again and shook his head slightly, "This donor Zhao is... young and energetic."

After hearing his second uncle's words, my mother felt that he was irresponsible and continued to ask: "He is only twenty years old, a few months younger than Zhuzhu. Isn't it okay to be young and energetic? Second uncle, now you are the only elder in the family, and I have always had a good relationship with Zhao Sanlang's mother. This time Mrs. Zhao proposed marriage to me, even if the child failed, I have to reply quickly."

The monk felt that his niece had not grasped the key points at all, but Zhao Jiaren's verse was full of Zen. If he explained it, he would have a while. The monk said to his niece, "Come here." Then he entered the room where the two women were just now.

It turned out that both rooms had independent doors and windows, but the doors and windows were located in the south and the other was in the north. A door was opened on the wall between the two rooms and blocked it with a screen.

Seeing the elders arrive at another room, the young woman raised her gaze that had been drooping slightly, walked calmly to the white wall where she wrote the verse and read it carefully. They were all thin gold characters, and the words "Only love to kill and set fire" were scattered when they were looking at it carefully, but when they looked carefully, it was like a knife slashing an axe, full of murderous aura. The young woman frowned slightly, and couldn't help but gently cover her mouth with her fair palms.

He read the verse several times from beginning to end. The girl whispered to herself in a voice that only she could hear: "I only know that I am me today. Is this the so-called enlightenment?"

Zhao Jiaren had no idea that he had been blind dated just now. He left Tiantong Zen Temple and stood on the flat ground in front of the temple gate. A gust of wind made him feel energetic. At this time, he suddenly wondered, the great monk was not really meditating, right?

Whether it is meditation or not, Zhao Jiaren felt that he had straightened his thoughts again and determined his state of mind. This time he went to Quanzhou to eradicate the Pu family, to kill and set fire. In the wind, Zhao Jiaren said in a voice that only he could hear: "I know today that I am me! This is an enlightenment. I am Zhao Jiaren, a Chinese citizen, and I am the one who eradicates all the enemies of China!"
Chapter completed!