Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth meeting a little monk
After seeing off the two uncles who came all the way to save his own life, Feng Yu also took the opportunity to wander around and breathe some fresh air.
It seemed that after being given the acupuncture by Elder Fang Bai, I really felt a little different. As everyone knows, this was not the effect of the trembling needles, but the improvement of the state of mind and the ultimate breakthrough in sword intent.
Today, Feng Yu seems to feel a little bit of the feeling of a sword when he looks at the oil-paper umbrellas on the street and even the wooden chopsticks in the chopstick bucket. As long as he is willing to mobilize, he can master every sword around him.
sword.
Feng Yu knows that this is the momentum! Sword momentum! Those who can master the momentum are the real masters of swordsmanship. At the level of the master and others, they have already broken through the understanding of the momentum and communicated the power of heaven and earth. That is the secret of the sword.
the highest level.
Alas, I don’t know what’s going on with the master now? I must be very sad to have fallen to the Tongmai realm because of my own cultivation. The majestic swordsman is now far behind those ranked lower than me, and it is even impossible to escape.
Jian Wentian.
What he has to do now is to complete the responsibilities given to him by his old man and his father as soon as possible, and also find clues about his parents. Even if it is complete, he will not have the energy to take care of the rest.
"Amitabha, can this benefactor please stay for a moment?"
A voice shouting the Buddha's name seemed a bit out of place in this bustling street, but it attracted Feng Yu's attention.
Looking from a distance, a young monk was talking to the people passing by, as if to stop them, but almost no one was willing to stop and listen to his nonsense, even if they didn't know whether it was nonsense or not, some people
He even threw a few copper coins to the young monk to send him away.
Feng Yu still kept his pace, walking forward step by step, getting closer and closer to the little monk.
When I walked to him, I saw the little monk still squatting there picking up copper coins.
Last time in Jiangdu, a senior monk saved his life with his magical powers. When Feng Yu saw the strange monk, he felt more favorable and knelt down to help him pick up the coins.
Without raising his head, the young monk clasped his hands in front of his chest, nodded and shouted, "Amitabha, thank you so much, donor."
Feng Yu's hand that picked up the copper coins was stunned for a moment, and he asked with some confusion: "This monk, how do you know that I am picking up the money for you? Or maybe I am the one who robbed the money?"
After picking up the coins, the young monk shouted the Buddha's name again. It seemed that whenever he wanted to speak, he always said Amitabha. He was really sincere.
"Amitabha, the donor was joking. No matter whether it was given to the young monk or not, if you can pick up the copper coins that fell on the ground, it is a kind of fate and a kind thought for the copper coins. You have it in your heart. The young monk is for you.
Copper coins are used to thank the donor."
Feng Yu found it a bit funny, but he thought of defending himself, "Little monk, I think what you said is wrong. This money is money. How can you have any thoughts? Besides, people can use money in many ways, and doing good deeds is one of them.
But there are so many people who use it to eat, drink, whore and gamble. Can this be considered a kindness to copper coins?"
The monk recited the Buddha's name first, and then said slowly: "Amitabha, donor, what you said is wrong. What copper coins are used for depends on the good and evil of people's hearts and has nothing to do with copper coins. But the purpose of making copper coins is for life.
, instead of lying on the ground letting the wind and rain beat."
"That makes sense, but I still maintain my opinion. Maybe the good and evil in people's hearts also originate from it?"
"Amitabha, donor, there are words in the Buddhist scriptures, I think~"
Feng Yu interrupted him,
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Putting the copper coins in his hand, he said, "Wait a minute, no need to say any more. Everyone has his own way of living. I don't believe in Buddhism, so there's no need to waste your energy on me. But, I remember there is a saying in Buddhism called
Karma, I picked up the money for you, should you buy me a drink?"
Something changed on the monk's face, and he quickly explained anxiously, "Amitabha, no, no, no, the young monk is a disciple of Buddhism and is not allowed to drink alcohol. The donor should not make fun of the young monk."
"When did I say I wanted to drink? There is a teahouse behind you. It's not too much to treat me to a cup of tea. Your copper coins are more than enough."
"This~"
"What is this? Don't tell me that you still have to find those who threw the money one by one to return it?"
"Amitabha, that's not true. The young monk is just asking for alms."
The monk touched his bald head, blushed and whispered, "What a pretty little girl!"
"Hahaha, let's go. After walking for so long, I happen to be a little thirsty."
The two came to the teahouse and sat down at an empty table against the wall. "Waiter, a pot of tea, a plate of beef, and a plate of peanuts!"
The monk immediately stood up, his face flushed, "Amitabha, donor, this young monk is a monk and cannot eat meat!"
Feng Yu patted him on the shoulder and pushed him down on the bench, "I'll eat it, just watch it. Here's tea, drink it. You can eat the peanuts."
The monk sat down reluctantly, thinking that he had agreed to invite him, so he really shouldn't leave first, that would not be good.
There was such a fun-loving monk sitting next to him who was drinking tea. Even the peanuts must taste like meat and he didn't dare to take off his chopsticks.
"Dare you ask the monk his name?"
"Amitabha, the young monk's name is Kongwen."
"Kong asked little master, are you from Shaolin Temple?"
"Amitabha, yes, the young monk has grown up in the temple since he was a child. This time he came out of the temple to see the world. The master said that no matter who he is, even if he has no desires or desires, he cannot close the door. It is like sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
"I didn't expect your Shaolin Temple to be so worldly. It's not quite what I imagined."
The young master Kong Wen put down his tea bowl and looked ahead, but his mind had already returned to the scene when the master taught him, "Amitabha, the master said, you have to be able to pick it up before you can put it down. I came down the mountain this time to see it."
Good and evil are everywhere in the world, and only in this way can we understand the Buddha's way."
Feng Yu didn't expect that this monk who looked about the same age as himself would be so pure and innocent in his heart. It made Feng Yu feel that there is still a pure land in this world, and the dirty souls of most people must be the only ones.
"Kong asked, little master, what kind of world have you seen since you came so far from Shaolin?"
When Kong Wen talked about this, he suddenly became excited, "Amitabha, donor, when I left the temple this time, the young monk really saw many things that I had never heard of in the temple. There are rich people and poor people in this world, but there are also good people.
The rich and the bad rich originally thought that since they had enough food and clothing, they should have no evil thoughts. Oh, and there are also those poor families. Some of them could hardly take the blame, but they still gave alms to the monks, but some still had to accept the consequences.
The young monk snatched away the only steamed bun, which was really different from what I imagined!"
"Oh," Feng Yu smiled nonchalantly, "The human heart is unpredictable. If you want to see through the world's fate, even the giant Buddha who has lived for a hundred years may not be able to do it. Rich people, some people's hearts are even dirtier.
, they always like to bully others and take it for fun, and they even want all the wealth in the world.
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The poor are in their own hands. Some people are so poor that they don’t even know they are human beings. They do things that are worse than pigs and dogs. Even if they are trying to survive, they cannot bully the weak or be afraid of the strong, and they may even commit suicide to kill others.”
"Amitabha, yes, the young monk is very puzzled. The young monk feels that none of the Shaolin disciples are rich, but we live a happy life every day. We can also beg for alms when we are hungry, but it seems that most people are different from us.
Just like just now, why did that person run to the casino when he was clearly dressed in ordinary clothes? I have never been in, but I have seen many people gamble away their wealth in the past few days. Is it just for the moment of pleasure, and nothing else is important?
?”
Feng Yu didn't like to continue talking about this topic. He had seen too many since he was a child.
"Little master, let's not talk about this. Come and drink tea. I respect you for this bowl."
"ah?"
Looking at Kong Wen's expression of not knowing what happened, Feng Yu drank a bowl and said: "There is a senior monk in Shaolin who once saved my life. This is my debt to Shaolin."
Only then did Kong Wen realize that he had been drinking with him all night, and wiped the water stains around his mouth, "Amitabha, although I don't know who the master is, but I can help the donor, and the young monk is also very happy."
"You are really innocent. My name is Feng Yu. I am happy to make you my friend today."
"Amitabha, is it true? The master said that people in Buddhism do not really stay away from the world, but learn to escape into Buddhism in the secular world. That is the real Buddha. It is also an honor for me to make friends. Little monk
When I first met the donor, I felt like I was destined."
"Oh, why do you think so?"
"This little monk can't explain it. He just feels that the donor seems to have a close connection with the Buddha, and the aura on your body is very similar."
Feng Yu then thought that the Vajra body he had refined was originally left behind by the eminent monk's death, so it was no wonder.
"Kong asked little master, have you been out for a long time?"
"Amitabha, well, I don't remember the specific date, but it must have been almost two years, and now I am going back step by step."
"I have to stay in Chu Kingdom for a while longer. I originally wanted to go to Shaolin in person to say thank you."
"There is no need to force the donor. Master has said that it is the duty of a chivalrous person to help others. There is also a chivalrous way in Buddhism. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
"By the way, I wonder how many eminent monks there are in Shaolin who have cultivated to the Dongxuan realm?"
Kong Wen shook his head, "Amitabha, it turns out that Feng Yu's benefactor is from the martial arts world. No wonder he looks unusual. The young monk can't answer this question. I have only practiced a few common kung fu moves with my master since I was a child. As for the
Those realms and so on, I have only heard others talk about them, so I don’t know.”
Haha, it seems that this little master is much cuter than I thought.
"Okay, I have something else to do and I have to go back. I was quite bored today, but I didn't expect to meet you, little master. It's interesting."
Kong Wen blushed and touched his head, and called the waiter softly, "Master, please pay for this table."
"Hello, sir, I have a total of four taels of silver."
"ah?"
Kong Wen was stunned. He really didn't expect it to be so expensive. Four taels of silver, that's forty copper coins!
Feng Yu naturally knew that the copper coins he had just picked up for him were not enough, so he ordered a plate of beef.
Picking up a piece of silver and putting it on the table, Feng Yu smiled mischievously at Kong Wen, "You and I are destined to have chatted with me for so long. Of course I invited you. What's more, all this beef is mine.