Chapter 1,334: Five Years of Longevity, Masumis Dharma, and Watanabes Origin
"Oh! It smells so good! Murakami-kun, I can smell this scent of venison from a long distance away! It's so tempting that the gluttons in my belly are rolling. You know, this winter snow stewed venison is so delicate.
It’s delicious, collectible and nourishing, and combined with the pleasant fragrance of rice, the taste is truly unique!…”
"Ha! Watanabe-kun, you, a monk from a large temple in Kyoto, actually like to eat venison?..."
"Hey! What's wrong with the monks? Can't monks eat meat? Monks don't eat meat. This is the Tang Dynasty's teaching of the Sutra. Our Miao Court is a Tantra! The founder of Blessing Vajra is the most pure master. It is the true transmission of the Xitan Tantra.
It was only then that I founded the lineage of Tiantai Tantric Buddhism. And the word 'Cheng' in my name is also passed down from Master Zui Cheng!..."
A small bonfire was lit on the icy snowfield, and a simple tent was built in a low-lying area leeward. Several Japanese warriors were busy organizing the camp, while Korean sailors were collecting branches and dead grass. In this small camp
In the middle, a large open iron pot was hanging on the frame of the campfire. The iron pot slowly melted the winter snow, and the aroma of meat gradually wafted out.
At this moment, the two leaders of the ocean boat, Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, and Murakami Kitichi, the boat leader, were sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, smelling the warm aroma, and chatting in a rare and relaxing manner.
"Huh? Watanabe-kun, you are talking about one thing after another. What kind of wonderful court is it and what kind of rooftop esoteric sect is it? It sounds very bluffing... But I heard that the master of the town temple said that eating meat will make you happy.
Eating meat is a habit of evil Rakshasa ghosts. Even after death, they will fall into the lower realms!…"
"Haha! Rakshasa evil ghost? Fall into the evil realm?..."
Hearing this, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi curled his lips in disdain. He opened the pot, looked at the venison tumbling in the pot, stirred it with a shaved branch, and took out a handful of coarse salt and sprinkled it inside.
Then he turned around and smiled.
"Murakami, you are a local samurai from Ezo, what do you know about Buddhism? I am called to have great compassion. I accept everything I do with great compassion, recite mantras and scriptures, and transcend all living beings who have special karma with me... So...
, as long as I have compassion and chant sutras to save this deer!...Amitabha! Come on, deer, go away! I will save you, but you give up my flesh, haha!..."
"Uh! Watanabe, what kind of evil Tantric Buddhism are you talking about? I really don't understand... But I have never seen eminent monks in other temples drinking and eating meat as happily as you! Could it be that in those big temples in Kyoto?
All the eminent monks like you are rich in wine and meat, and kill without scruples?..."
"Hey! I am a monk soldier. I kill people to defend Buddhism and eliminate demons for the Buddha. That is to say, I kill for the eminent monks. To put it bluntly, eating meat is just to gain strength... As for the eminent monks in the great temple in Kyoto, they are nothing compared to me.
It’s much more powerful! They have Buddha Dharma in their appearance, Buddha Dharma in their belly, and Buddha Dharma at their core... Not only can they save all sentient beings and fish and meat, but they can also save a bunch of noble ladies and continue dozens of Buddhist disciples.
!Ha ha!…"
Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, laughed loudly, but the stupid words he said made Murakami Yimichi dumbfounded.
"Uh! This?!... The mage in the temple did tell the story of Saint Kinluan marrying his wife. But isn't that the merit promised by the Bodhisattva? Saint Kinluan had retribution from his previous life and had to violate the precepts of sexual intercourse. Guanyin, the savior of the world, did this
She transformed into a beautiful woman and united with the saint. The solemn Guanyin led the saint to the bliss of the West before his death. This is a popular story..."
"Haha! A good story? Saint Shinluan founded the Pure Land Sect and was the master who established the sect. His marriage to a wife is a good story, and his practice is enough. But the eminent monks in the temple married a lot of wives, and that is also a good story? Then, the eminent monks
Giving birth to a lot of children and letting them serve as hosts in various places would be one of the best stories among all the good stories!…"
"Ah? Ah this! All the eminent monks marry wives and have children as hosts?..."
"Otherwise? If you don't have children to inherit the temple, no descendants to worship and praise, and no temple incense to support, why should you be a great eminent monk?... The title of an eminent monk is not earned through Buddhist teachings. It's a simple truth to be placed on the forehead.
!…”
"Buddha! This...this is so disrespectful!..."
After hearing this lie, Murakami Kidomi was stunned on the spot, his heart was so confused, and the Buddha statue in his mind was about to collapse. After all, he was an ordinary samurai from Ezo, and his belief in Buddhism was very simple, so how could he know these things about Kyoto?
There are rumors about the big city and I know the style of the eminent monks in the big temples.
"Hey! Murakami, you usually look smart, but you turn out to be a fool! ... If you believe in Buddhism, just believe in it in your heart! As long as you have great compassion in your heart and your thoughts are clear, you can drink alcohol, eat meat, kill people and set fires.
, there’s nothing wrong with that... This world is getting more chaotic every year, how can you just listen to a few mages and just tie your own hands and feet? You can’t!…”
Seeing the stunned Murakami, Watanabe Masumi grinned. Thinking of the journey together, he reached out his hand again, patted Murakami Jidong, and rarely said a few words from his heart.
"Buddha bless you! This time we went to sea and saw the wind and waves in the far north. We met these cannibal barbarians. We can live and die together! I won't hide it from you. I threw away the naginata in my hand.
Zhang Yi also gave the Buddhist beads on his wrist to the gold boatman... Probably the Buddha told me that my fate with the temple should be over!... Calculating the time, it has indeed been ten years since I became a monk..."
"Next spring, if we can go back alive and deliver this batch of valuables to Kyoto... I won't owe the temple anything, and I can still ask for some money. Then, I will resign from the temple... Haha! I'm ready
Return to secular life, marry a new woman, and try to have two little cubs!…”
"Ah? Watanabe, you...do you want to return to secular life?"
Hearing this, Murakami Kidomi shook his head and recovered from the daze where his faith was shaken. He touched the Tsukiyo head of his samurai, then looked at the bald head of Watanabe Monk Soldier, and asked curiously.
"Watanabe, you look older. You should be older than me, right? Are you thirty-five? Thirty-eight years old?... Hiss! You are so old? No wonder you know a lot... By the way, Watanabe, you
Is there anyone in the family who wants to continue the family tradition? If you are too old to have a baby, you can adopt a nephew..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Uh! Murakami, I can probably still give birth... As for Incense, I had a daughter before I became a monk, and she has been staying in my hometown of Hizen. She should get married and have children now!"
…In addition, I have a younger brother, who is a powerful person!…”
Speaking of his biological brother, Watanabe Masumi lowered his eyes, his eyes were obviously a little complicated, and his expression was tense, but he didn't know what he had gone through.
"Buddha bless you! Watanabe, you even have grandchildren?"
Murakami's eyes widened, a little surprised and a little envious. Then, he asked a question that he had been wondering about for a long time.
"Watanabe, after you return to secular life, will you still use your previous name? What was your previous name?"
"..."
Hearing this question, Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, shrank his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he nodded hesitantly and only answered half a sentence.
"I should be able to use it... at least use the family name..."
"Ah? What was your previous last name?"
"...The meat is almost done, it's time to cook the rice... The meat will taste better when the rice is fragrant!..."
As the cold wind blew, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi tightened his tight leather robe, lowered his head and reached out to get the rice bag. But Murakami Kidomi took the first step, took the rice bag in his hand, and stared at Watanabe's face.
"You can't trust me? You still want to eat my porridge?..."
"...I can trust it. Hey!"
Looking at each other for a few breaths, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi's expression changed and he sighed helplessly.
"Okay! My family's surname is Longzao Temple. The common character for direct descendants is 'family'..."
"Longzao Temple? What's your home?"
Murakami Jidong blinked, then his face changed, and he made a sound of shock.
"Eh! What is the word for direct circulation? Watanabe, you are actually a samurai, a noble samurai?!..."
"Ha! It's just the down-and-out Wu family!..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he turned around and walked towards the simple stable in the corner of the camp, leaving only one instruction.
"Murakami, come and cook the rice, and I'll leave this venison porridge to you! I'll go see Sukeichiro and call him to eat with us!..."
