Chapter 445 Its not that the monk doesnt recognize the Buddha
The Hall of Thousand Buddhas is the holy land of Liang Zen Temple. Not only are the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from the ten directions and thousands of Buddha statues stored in this hall, but also the prophecies of the first founder of Liang Zen Temple are left in this hall. Those who enter this hall to see, hear, and understand can achieve Bodhi.
In the grand hall, there were no monks guarding the temple, only two monks, one big and one small, playing chess.
"Master, why don't you make a move? If I can't learn chess tonight and play chess with something tomorrow, how can I let it go? If the thing sees that I let it go on purpose, it won't beat me half to death? Who will help my wife then?
do the laundry?"
"Ha, north and south, the moonlight is good tonight, master, take a look at the moonlight first."
"Master, why are you closing your eyes when you look at the moonlight?"
"Stupid Nanbei, haven't you seen that it is said in the Buddhist scriptures that Zen comes from the heart and the scenery is in the heart? What you see with your eyes may not be true, you have to feel it with your heart."
"Then master, why is your nose still moving?"
"Ha, is that so?"
"Dongxiu said that if you move your nose, you are either greedy for wine or meat. But a few days ago, master, you looked at the female pilgrim more than once. The master has not allowed you to drink alcohol or eat meat in the past few months. Dongfang also asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Bei Nan, do you want to go down the mountain with Dongxi?"
"Master, actually it's okay to eat some wine and meat secretly, my wife won't find it."
"Nan Bei, master didn't realize it before, you are not stupid at all."
"No, I didn't tell the master's wife about the few copper plates that the master secretly hid on the beams of the house."
"What a fart, little bastard! Didn't all of my master's private money go to your master's wife?"
At this time, accompanied by a gust of wind, the door of the Thousand Buddhas Hall opened to both sides with a "squeak" sound.
The little monk who called Nan Bei turned his head, and three figures came in carrying Yue Hua on their backs, one green, one white, and one purple.
"This man is so good-looking, as good-looking as anything." The little monk kept staring at the white fox's face, and after a while he looked at the folding fan in the hand of the man in purple.
There is a beauty in red on the fan, who looks very similar to the one in white, except that one is dressed in women's clothes and the other in men's clothes.
The young monk secretly glanced at the burly master. Sure enough, the master showed the same expression as he had when he looked at the female pilgrims a few days ago. The old abbot often said that the female pilgrims were goblins, but the master just loved to look at goblins. Fortunately, the master's wife and things were not there.
, otherwise he would have to be beaten for half a day and not have enough to eat for ten days and a half.
In fact, in his opinion, he still prefers the master. The old abbot is probably a little confused because of his age. Those female pilgrims who wander around and feel tired after taking only a few steps are obviously female Bodhisattvas, so how can they be female fairies?
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"Great monk, your disciple has a good temperament. After looking at it for more than ten times, you can still make the Lingtai Qingming." Jingzhou turned the folding fan over and praised it.
The little monk nodded happily. The master, mistress and Dongxi always said that he was stupid, but in fact, he was just stupider than Dongxi.
The beauty in red on the fan disappeared. The great monk in white breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "I'm just a little stupid." There was a little regret on his face. Fortunately, the woman in green still held two jars of wine in her hands. After smelling it,
Although it's not as good as what Cao Changqing sent, it's not much worse.
If you are a monk, you will be satisfied. After all, it is sending wine thousands of miles away, and the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy.
On weekdays, he only drank a few pennies a bottle of wine, and it was not easy to raise a daughter and wife who spent money lavishly. The alms bowl he hid under the bed was never full of money.
"This is for your wife and daughter, this is for you." Jingzhou took the wine handed over by Qingniao and threw it forward along with the gouache and rouge in his hand.
"Amitabha, thank you to the donor." Li Dangxin just clasped his hands and recited the Buddha's name, but did not make any other movements. The object thrown by Jing Zhou was impartial and landed steadily three feet in front of him. However, the thousands of Buddha statues in the main hall were shaking together, as if they were invaded by demons, and the candlelight in the hall flickered on and off, as if they would be extinguished at any moment.
Qingniao was secretly surprised. The cultivation of this great monk was really unfathomable. It was not so easy to catch the things that the young master threw casually. Cao Changqing originally followed the carriage, but later he picked up the young master’s empty wine bottle and left the carriage for a few days. further and further.
The next moment, in Xiao Heshang's eyes, the purple-clothed young man and the master seemed to be in trance, but the former had a smile on his lips, like the Buddha holding flowers, while the latter had an expressionless face and his eyes were closed.
The master never taught me martial arts, he only said that he would realize it one day.
The master never taught him to debate the scriptures, he only said that debating the scriptures was just like quarreling.
In the entire Liangchan Temple, he was probably the worst at fighting and chanting sutras, which caused many senior brothers to make fun of him.
The master didn't teach him his true skills. Even if the young man in purple was fighting with his master, he couldn't see anything. They were all stuck on the ground like logs.
He looked at it twice and found it uninteresting, then turned his attention to the male Bodhisattva in white who was staring at the wall with "Vajra Arhat Boxing" engraved on the wall as soon as he entered the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
The young monk suddenly understood something. It turned out that the Bodhisattva with the sword was so beautiful, even more beautiful than the female Bodhisattvas who came to the temple to burn incense.
When things grow up, they will be as beautiful as this white-robed Bodhisattva, right?
Suddenly the hall fell silent, and the candles burned brightly again. The master opened his eyes and took half a step back, but the body of the young man in purple swayed slightly.
"The great monk is fond of cultivation. No wonder Cao Changqing said that even if he were to compete with Deng Tai'a's peach blossoms, he would not want to fight with you. Although there is only one word difference between the Vajra realm and the Great Vajra realm, there is a gap between them. "Monk is amazing." Jing Zhou laughed heartily.
"Amitabha, the donor is not bad either." After reciting the Buddha's name, the great monk eagerly grabbed the wine in front of him, raised his head and took a sip.
"Master, haven't you hated reciting Amitabha the most these past few years?" The young monk touched his head. He didn't find it strange that the master was eating a lot of wine in front of others, so he added a word at the right time.
"Really? Master, did you say that?" the great monk asked back. Although he couldn't bear the thirst for wine, his throat gulped and he quenched his thirst. However, he put down the wine bottle and bent over to open the red lacquer box next to the wine bottle. , three layers and eighteen grids, with various colors of rouge and gouache placed in the grids.
The young monk said firmly: "Master, you said the day before yesterday that you should learn Buddhism, learn Buddhism, and learn nothing from Buddhism."
"Bei and Nan, master tells you a truth. It's not strange to be polite to many people." The great monk taught his young disciple Dundun, and smiled brightly: "You can help me do the calculations. Next month, your master's rouge and gouache money will be enough." How much you save."
The little monk narrowed his eyes and looked at the colorful things. He grinned and said: "The thing told me that this grid has one and two halves, and the eighteen grids total twenty-seven. The total...the total is thirty taels. This
A box of master's wife and things can last half a year, and the master can hide more than five taels of silver in a month."
The big monk knocked the little monk on the head and said, "Fart, with Master's eyesight, this is obviously the best rouge in Leng Yuefang. One square is only worth one or two and a half? It's obviously sold for one square."
When it reaches more than five taels, I’ll give it to you again!”
Is this the master who just now had a neck-and-neck fight with the young master?
Qingniao knew this box of rouge gouache best, but it was bought in a nearby town when he was about to arrive at Liangzen Temple. The total cost was only five taels of silver.
In the blink of an eye, the great monk turned five taels of silver into nearly a hundred taels, which was much better than those bosses selling rouge and gouache.
The monks and apprentices were whispering to each other, while Bai Huer's face was fascinated by the footprints on the ground.
Jingzhou explained: "This ground is known as the diamond mirror surface. Even if you learn excellent swordsmanship and master the world's famous swords, you may not be able to leave traces on it, and these one hundred and eight footprints were made by this great monk."
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The white fox's face asked: "How does this monk's golden body compare to your sword?"
At this moment, the young monk was not bothering to discuss with the master how much rouge and gouache was worth, and listened quietly with his ears raised.
Although the master is afraid of his wife and things, and he always likes to hide in the sutra pavilion, he still has some skills. Yesterday, I heard the master scolding the bulls on Longhu Mountain for not being good birds, who deserve the most scolding and beating.
The young monk, who knew a little bit about everything, cautiously accompanied Dong Dong on a trip to Longhu Mountain. The bull-nosed nose on that mountain was a bit scary. He didn't have any ability, so he really didn't dare to scold those Taoist priests.
Jing Zhou chuckled: "It's hard to say. The great monk didn't use all his strength just now. He was probably afraid that the Thousand Buddha Hall would be demolished, and the monks in the temple were anxious about him. Didn't we also see it when we came here? The great monk was poor.
How much is that little thatched cottage worth? If the Thousand Buddha Hall is really destroyed, the big monk might sell the little monk to pay back the money."
"It depends on what you do as a master. If you are a monk and don't tell lies, I will not sell you out even if you have no food to eat." Seeing the little apprentice looking at him pitifully, the big monk vowed, and the little monk said "Yes"
With a nod, it was worth it that I would wash the smelly socks for the master on weekdays.
The great monk then added: "If you want to sell, you have to sell things. My daughter is not easy to support."
The little monk wanted to cry but had no tears.
The blue bird and the white fox rarely have cold expressions on their faces, one is cheerful and the other is charming.
After finishing a pot of wine, the great monk asked: "You came to Liangchan Temple, you can't come to see the footprints of Thousand Buddhas Hall."
Jingzhou looked at the lifelike Buddha statues in the hall and said, "I really came here just to see these footprints. I once learned a Kung Fu called "Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand". Although this Kung Fu only has three palm techniques,
The capture method is all-encompassing. The higher your skill and the more knowledge you have, the more you can incorporate the world's kung fu into this capture method. I have also seen a lot of Buddhist kung fu, but this is the only one that can make 1,808 footprints.
"Vajra Arhat Boxing Technique" can obtain its form, but not its spirit. Even if it is transformed into "Tianshan Plum-Breaking Hand", it is difficult to exert its power."
The great monk sighed: "Based on the donor's cultivation, there is nothing in Liangchan Temple that can catch the donor's eye. If you only look at these footprints, the two bottles of wine are a bit expensive. The monk has not drunk the wine in Emperor Wu City for many years."
Although it was the first time he saw the man in purple, the great monk knew the identity of the man in front of him when he entered the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
Wudi City and Liangchan Temple are not far apart, not as far as Xitian, not close yet, they are thousands of miles apart.
"Monk, this is what you said." Jingzhou turned around and looked at Li Dangxin with a smile. He called the great monk who is not afraid of wine, meat and sex. He felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately said: "Ha, donor,
The monk regrets it, so just pretend that the monk never said this."
Jingzhou pointed to the small hut in the distance with his folding fan and said: "Monk, if you say this, the water will be thrown out. Your wife doesn't know that you have hidden a lot of private money."
The great monk looked sad and said, "Donor, please tell me first."
Jingzhou asked: "I heard that you, monk, are practicing the new calendar?"
The great monk frowned. He was not even in the mood to drink anymore. He looked far away and pinched his right hand repeatedly. Finally, he simply leaned over and started drawing on the ground with his finger as a pen. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper. After a while, he said: "Almsgiver."
The monk can't help."
This painting made him see that the pillars of luck in Xi Chu scattered but did not fall down, and the luck that escaped was closely related to the person in front of him. However, the destruction of the country in Western Chu was the general trend, and this person wanted to restore Xi Chu
The country is usurping heaven and rebelling against its destiny. Cao Changqing has been running around for Western Chu all these years, but after all, he has achieved nothing?
The compilation of almanacs must follow the laws of heaven and earth and be connected with the destiny of the world. It is not only related to the fate of the dynasty, but also involves the fate of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. It can be said to be a top priority.
Whether it is the Western Chu Dynasty or the almanac, both are things that need not be discussed.
Even if Wang Xianzhi comes, Li Dangxin will not take a step back.
Although he had expected this result, Jingzhou still regretted: "Back then, you and Huang Sanjia played two games in a row, and both ended in draws. Monk, you really like to draw so much, don't you want to win a game?"
The great monk shook his head.
"Then there's no need to talk?" Jing Zhou asked again.
The great monk still shook his head.
When Jing Zhou saw the determination in the great monk's eyes, he knew that there was really no need to talk.
Honest people cannot be bullied, and the same applies to honest monks. Otherwise, the Bodhisattva can be kind and kind, and he can also be angry with the Buddha. He just sighed: "Since you are compiling the new calendar, you have determined that Li Yang Chao's fortune has declined. Forget it, you
This monk is really timid sometimes, and he is really afraid of his wife. There is no need to talk about this, let’s change to a simple one, Cao Changqing follows behind, if I leave on the front foot, he will probably come in on the back foot.”
The great monk's face became even more bitter. If Cao Changqing came, he would most likely mention the new calendar to him.
Although Liyang Chao's luck has declined, Gu Jiantang is not dead, the six vassal kings are not dead, and the chief assistant Zhang Julu is not dead. Even if he wants to die, it will take a long time. In his opinion, even if there is no dragon energy,
Northern Liang can succeed, but Old Western Chu cannot.
Even if Western Chu can recover, what will happen?
In just a few years, isn’t it still difficult to escape the fate of destroying the country?
For the sake of two pots of wine and a box of rouge and gouache, the great monk finally said: "Donor, things cannot be violated, so why force it? Besides, the destiny has been established, and with the Western Chu, war will inevitably occur, and the people will not be able to live. Monk
After all, I am reciting the Buddha’s name.”
Jingzhou raised his head and said with a smile: "Li Yanglong, Beiliang Python, Beimang Jiao, even if there is no Western Chu, the world will not be peaceful. Some people have said that the Tao and justice in this world are all false and cannot stand at all.
What do you think of the test?"
The great monk, who had read all the scriptures but found no scriptures to read and had no one to argue with, remained silent. The young monk was thinking that since Tao and justice could not withstand the test, then what could stand the test?
Jingzhou ignored the great monk's bitter look and said: "After Cao Changqing came, the monk sent a message to me, asking him to go to Baoguo Temple and wait there for a while. Then he can naturally meet the person he wants to see."
"Have you finished reading it?" Jing Zhou glanced at Bai Hu'er's face, who nodded.
There was a thunder and bang, and it started to rain outside the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
Then the little monk heard the sentence "I am not a monk, and I do not recognize Buddha." The three figures of green, white, and purple came out of the Thousand Buddha Hall, but when the rain outside fell on the three of them, they seemed to encounter a wave of
The wind blew to one side.
"Is there really a glimmer of hope for success in Xi Chu?" The elder monk murmured, then sat down cross-legged, holding a wine bottle in one hand and pinching chess pieces in the other, teaching the younger monk how to play chess.
"Master, why are you laughing again?"
"Stupid Nan Bei, why are you crying if you don't laugh as a teacher? You can earn two jugs of wine and a box of rouge for nothing by passing on a single sentence. No matter how you look at it, you won't lose."
The little monk suddenly understood.
"Nan Bei, how should I tell your wife about rouge and gouache tomorrow?"
"This is what the benefactor in purple gave to my wife and things."
"Um?"
"Master used the hard-earned money earned from giving lectures to buy things for his wife and things."