Chapter 35: The poor monk advises you not to meddle in other peoples business
Ticket price is 80. Wang An paid for it.
Entering the temple gate, there is a rather thick Bodhi tree in the courtyard, and the temple halls on both sides are antique.
Perhaps because of this point, there were not many pilgrims in the temple, and there were no monks in sight.
"One ticket costs eighty, and it's much easier to make money than opening a martial arts gym." Li Xinzhu whispered.
"If your Xingyi Quan martial arts school can be preserved for two hundred years, then I'm afraid the money will come in faster than here." Wang An said with a smile.
The two people walked straight towards the main hall. In front of the main hall was a large incense burner, which was full of incense ashes. Next to the incense burner was a merit box.
"Do we have to show off?" Li Xinzhu looked at the merit box.
"Here we are, you have to show some respect." Wang An took out ten yuan and put it in.
"You're a little too young, wouldn't the Buddha blame you?"
"According to what you said, the Buddha will have to punish those who have not been released?" Wang An said with a smile. "It's good if you have that intention."
Li Xinzhu thought for a while and put twenty yuan in.
"Ten dollars more than you."
Wang An smiled when he heard this.
The two people entered the main hall. The statue of Buddha was just above, with its majestic appearance.
The two of them worshiped Buddha, and Li Xinzhu was still mumbling something.
After coming out of the main hall, the two of them walked around the temple and saw a group of monks doing their homework in the Buddhist temple. They were concentrating on chanting sutras. Sanskrit sounds came from the house.
"Do you think these monks know Kung Fu?" Wang An looked at the monks in the room.
"What kind of kungfu? The kung fu of chanting sutras or the kung fu of cooking."
"Natural boxing, Buddhist Kung Fu."
"Here? No, if you want to see Buddhist Kung Fu, you have to go to Zhongyue Faxing Temple. Are you here to see Buddhist Kung Fu?"
"Come and take a look, maybe there will be something to gain? Maybe you will also meet a sweeping monk-like figure."
"Sweeping monk, have you read too many novels? Let's find out where their kitchen is first. I can smell the fragrance of vegetarian food."
Li Xinzhu's nose twitched a few times, and then he followed the scent wafting in the air towards the side hall.
"Hey, something's wrong. Why do I smell the smell of roast chicken?"
"Want to eat roast chicken?"
"It's not that I want to eat it, but it does taste like this. Yes, it tastes like roast chicken, with a hint of cumin."
"Huh?" Wang An's nose moved a few times, and he also smelled the smell of roast chicken with cumin.
"It really is."
The two of them followed the smell and saw a monk in a corner behind the side hall, squatting at the base of the wall, holding a roast chicken and chewing it until his mouth was full of oil.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Li Xinzhu suddenly roared.
The monk was so frightened that he trembled and threw the roast chicken in his hand into the flower bed nearby. After seeing the two of them clearly, he stood up and clasped his palms together.
"Amitabha, hello two donors."
"I never thought that a monk like you would hide in a corner and secretly eat roast chicken."
"What kind of chicken?" the monk asked.
"What kind of chicken? J-i chicken, you just secretly ate roasted chicken here. You are a monk, you only eat meat, and you are telling lies?"
"There is a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in the heart. Donor, what you see in your eyes is roasted chicken, but there is no roasted chicken in the monk's eyes. Donor, you are confused." The monk said seriously.
"Oh my god, you're such a monk, you're so good at talking. You'll be so excited to eat roast chicken. It's just like what you said. Why hide here and sneak around? Just go to the main hall and eat in front of the Buddha."
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Even after drinking wine and meat, the Buddha is sitting in his heart. Do you think you are Ji Gong!"
"Amitabha, the poor monk tells the truth. There is no roast chicken in the young monk's eyes. Furthermore, what the young monk does is none of your business?"
"Oh! The monk is quite arrogant. Come on, follow me to see your abbot." Li Xinzhu stretched out his hand to grab the monk.
"Amitabha, donor, please don't meddle in other people's business. There are young monks who have been practicing." The monk stepped aside and said seriously.
"Haha, what a coincidence, I've practiced before too! Come on, let's try it." Li Xinzhu took a step back, made a boxing stance, and then hooked his hands at the monk.
"My Buddha is compassionate, abbot, why are you here?" The monk suddenly looked behind the two of them.
"Abbot?"
Li Xinzhu and Wang An turned around at the same time, only to find that there was no one behind them. There was not even a single figure. When they turned around again, they saw that the monk had already run four or five meters away.
His movements are as fast as a rabbit taking off,
"This monk is really dishonest. He is full of lies and he runs away very fast!"
"He has really practiced!" Wang An knew by looking at the monk's figure that he had skills.
"catch him!"
Li Xinzhu followed.
After being teased over and over again, he decided to catch the monk, have a good chat with him, and take him to the abbot of the temple to talk.
Wang An couldn't follow him. Not long after the two men chased him out of the side hall, they saw an old monk in his fifties or sixties not far ahead, and stopped him from eating the roast chicken.
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"Junior brother, why do you look so panicked?"
"Brother Abbot, be careful, those two donors are not good-natured!" The monk who was stealing the roast chicken turned back and pointed at Wang An and Li Xinzhu who were following behind him.
"This monk is the first to complain." Li Xinzhu was stunned after hearing this.
"Junior brother, why does he smell like meat?"
"He just hid in the corner and secretly ate roast chicken." Li Xinzhu shouted after hearing this.
"Brother, that chicken flew from a distance and hit a tree. It died. I saved it." The young monk said seriously.
"Wo Ri, such a novel statement, monk, are you waiting for the chicken to come, right?"
"Amitabha, donor, please pay attention to your words. How can you speak dirty words in a pure place of Buddhism?"
"Monk, are you having double standards?" Li Xinzhu had already started to roll up his sleeves.
"The poor monk doesn't know what the donor means by this."
"Come, let me practice with you."
"Senior brother, please stay back and let me meet this donor." The monk made a posture.
"Junior brother, go copy Buddhist scriptures." The abbot Zen master said calmly.
"Ah, copying again, can you try another method? I made myself vomit after copying last time." The young monk looked embarrassed.
The old monk glared at him.
"Yes." The monk lowered his head and turned to leave, looking very well-behaved, like a naughty primary school student meeting his teacher.
"Hey, one thing really brings down another thing."
"It made the two donors laugh." Zen Master Abbot said with kind eyes.
"It's not about laughing, it's about gaining experience." Li Xinzhu said with a smile.
"Master, I have some questions that I would like to ask you."
"Donor, please speak."
Wang An then spoke out the Buddhist vocabulary that he didn't understand clearly in the ancient book he saw. The abbot explained it to Wang An one by one.
"Is the donor practicing Buddhist skills?"
"Accidental acquisition, lack of understanding, and never getting started."
"What a coincidence, my naughty junior brother has practiced martial arts at Faxing Temple for many years. You might as well ask him to come out and explain a few things. The donor may gain something. Please come with me."