Why did this Buddhist chant sound so familiar? Chen Yuan frowned slightly, stood up and bowed his hands to the young monk who came over as a gift, and looked at him carefully.
His aura was calm and restrained, his eyes seemed to have divine light, and his figure was tall and broad, about the size of a pair of ten. Under the light gray monk's robe, a pair of monk's shoes were worn and tattered, showing that he had walked an unknown number of miles.
Under the scorching sun, this monk didn't even have a trace of sweat.
The moment the two people's eyes met, the monk named Zhenhai walked into the shade of the tree and sat cross-legged on the ground opposite Chen Yuan. He smelled the vegetable porridge floating out of the pot and looked at Chen Yuan who was also sitting on the fallen leaves.
There was a little smile on his face.
"Where is the donor going?"
"Go to the northwest and perform some wood carving plays." The monk looked solemn, and Chen Yuan didn't want to look at it. He replied with a smile, then took a bowl of chopsticks and scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to the master who was playing with fire.
Then he scooped another bowl and gave it to the monk, "Young Master must have traveled a lot. Let's have a bowl of porridge first to quench his hunger and thirst."
After the monk took it, Chen Yuan smiled and said: "I wonder which temple the young master is practicing in, and where he is going?"
A monk suddenly appeared out of nowhere, just in case, I still need to test a few words, after all, those people are still hiding in the dark.
"The young monk practices in Wanfo Temple." Zhenhai took a sip of the porridge, not dissatisfied with the bitterness of the cooking, and then faced the northwest: "I walked thousands of miles to Qishan Mountain in the northwest. I heard that there is a bat demon that lurks during the day and comes out at night, and often transforms into a human being.
It sucks the blood of humans and animals, and it was brought down in the past.”
"Young master, you don't think I'm just a bat demon, do you?"
Chen Yuan scooped up a bowl of vegetable porridge for himself with a smile, and moved his chopsticks politely. This monk came over. Could it be that he smelled the evil spirit of the old cow? Did he deliberately warn me here?
As I was thinking about it, I was suddenly confused by the word "Zhenhai". I suddenly remembered that he was the younger monk from Wanfo Temple whom Taoist Feihe had spoken to before.
"Does the young master know Feihe of Tianshi Mansion?"
Opposite me, the monk was stunned for a moment, and the vertical seal lowered his head slightly: "Taoist Feihe and the young monk have known each other for a long time. It seems that the donor and the Taoist also know each other."
"Haha, then we are all acquaintances."
Hearing the other party's answer, Chen Yuan felt a little relieved, and Zhenhai didn't look tense as before. He smiled and saluted: "I don't know the donor's surname, how did he meet Feihe?"
After you talked to each other, Chen Yuan reported his name, and also took advantage of the situation to talk about the underground demons in Yongxiang, how he met Feihe there, and lived in the town for a while.
"It's a pity that after I came to Luodu, I heard that he went to Liangyashan Mansion. It was a pity that I couldn't meet him in the capital. I heard that Wanfo Temple was in Dongqizhou, so you came all the way just to go to Qishan to kill one
Demon?"
"On a journey of a thousand miles, two pairs of monk's shoes are needed to practice the compassion of our Buddha. The many difficulties on the road are also practice." Zhenhai nodded calmly with a vertical seal, "He helped the people along the way to save the people from the disaster of war."
"Rescue the people who are fleeing from trouble?"
"Well, the young monk saved 365 people and killed 76 livestock and 32 horses!"
Horses are mentioned after the word "animals" in the preface, but they are not classified into the same category. It can be seen that he compared the Hu people to livestock, which made Chen Yuan laugh. This monk was really angry with him!
Recalling Tianshi's previous remarks, I couldn't help but ask: "Young master is in Buddhism. If you want to kill, are you not afraid of being blamed by the Buddha Lord, or hurting Tianhe? Will you be kicked out by your Buddha Lord?"
Zhenhai laughed, his eyes seemed to be shining with divine light, and his voice was loud: "How can the Buddha blame the young monk for killing animals to save lives? If he blames him, then the Buddha is nothing more than a crazy Buddha who smells fragrance on the lotus platform. Then worship him
What's the use of him!
When a young monk believes in Buddhism, he does not believe in the clay statue, but in cause and effect. When he learns Buddhism, what he learns is not obsession, but wisdom. What he cultivates in Buddhism is not bliss, but compassion. Worshiping Buddha does not mean bending down towards the clay statue, but letting go of his arrogance.
Chanting Buddha's name is not about accumulating merit, but about clearing away distracting thoughts and tranquilizing the mind. Putting your palms together is not about urging people to escape into Buddhism, but about reverence for life!"
"well said!"
Hearing this, Chen Yuan couldn't help but cheer. It's much better than what Feihe said before, closing the gates of Lingyun Temple and not paying attention to worldly affairs. But he also knew that it would be difficult for a young monk like this to be in Wanfo Temple.
I found the second one, so I couldn't help but cheer him.
Chen Yuan took the bowl and offered it in toast: "There is no tea today, so I will have porridge and water instead, please!"
"Haha, please, Donor Chen."
The monk held the bowl and touched it lightly with Chen Yuan. There was a smile on his face. He had told his senior brother that he had spoken like this before and was scolded for a long time. But now, he met such an admiring person on the roadside.
, which is called a sense of joy in my heart.
Wiping the water stains from the corner of his mouth, Zhenhai looked at the oxcart.
"Donor Chen, you are an old cow who has become a spirit. I will always be by your side. When I hear or see you, you have already practiced the Tao, but be careful of being backlashed. This little monk comes along and kills monsters when he encounters them. He will get rid of demons when he encounters them. The donor will not
If you have the patience, you can leave it to the young monk."
puff!
Chen Yuan squirted out a mouthful of porridge water and waved his hand: "That's not necessary. The old cow has followed me from Funiu Town for a thousand miles, and there is no merit or hard work. How can he be slaughtered at will?"
The old cow over there was so frightened that he stopped chewing and stood in a daze. He quickly took off the reins and spread his hooves. He quickly ran behind his master with half of the grass in his mouth, exposed half of his head, stuck out his tongue and shook it at the monk opposite.
"I see."
Domestic cattle, coming all the way so far away, really have deep feelings. Zhenhai vertical seal lowered his head, said abruptly, and looked at the old man over there with his butt sticking out and playing with fire. The magic power that occasionally emitted was very evil. It's a pity.
Is a madman.
After eating, they both went to the northwest together, so they simply walked together. However, the monk did not take a car and only walked, and his speed was not much slower than Lao Niu.
For ten consecutive days, three people and one ox went west past Qinguan, which was only more than two hundred miles away from Changhao City in Xijing. Occasionally, when the monk finished reciting Buddhist scriptures while walking, the two of them would chat.
"The donor is going to the northwest. Isn't he going to perform a wood carving show?"
"Young Master, don't believe me? I did go to perform." Chen Yuan lowered her whip, held a book in one hand, and said with a smile: "...I just performed for the beggars over there to let them appreciate our Han culture. After all, it's autumn.
Now, what if we don’t go and they leave?!”
Zhenhai naturally understood the other meaning in these words, and immediately laughed and pointed to the west.
"How about if this poor monk gets rid of the demon before it's too late and comes to look for the benefactor?!"
"What do you want me to do? Let's perform a wood carving show together?"
"The poor monk is clumsy, but he can still do one or two things."
The two looked at each other for a moment and laughed.
The ox cart moved slowly. The old cow looked back at the two people, shook his head and continued to move forward. Different regions have different scenery. On the afternoon of the second day, they arrived at Changhao City. There were two intertwining rivers and thousands of sails.
The clouds crossed the river, and merchants on the Sitong official road came and went. There were also Hu merchants who had been staying for a long time, leading Hu Ji to dance a song in the Huyin Manman, and win some money for today's meal.
Chen Yuan looked at the towering ancient city walls in the distance, and the complicated and lively market gradually passed through the bottom of his eyes, which were the unique fireworks in the world.
On the morning of the third day after arriving, he stayed for a while in Changhao City. Thirty miles out of the city, Zhenhai said goodbye to him. We had been traveling together for almost half a month, which made the monk deeply moved.
"Taoist Master Feihe, I feel really happy to have a friend like you."
Chen Yuan leaned against him and smiled at him: "What's there to be emotional about? Aren't you the same?"
Zhenhai was stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his head vertically. When he raised it again, his face was filled with red light, and he burst into laughter. The monk flicked his sleeves and flew away to the woods by the roadside.
"Hahaha... Poor monk Zhenhai, I'll go look for Brother Chen someday!"
The laughter and words echoed for a long time, and the flying figure disappeared into the forest.
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"This monk Zhenhai probably doesn't have many friends, right, Master?"
Chen Yuan looked back at Master in the car. The old man scratched his armpits, turned over and continued to sleep soundly, without even bothering to open his eyelids.
He smiled and gave instructions to the old cow. The bullock cart moved slowly again and disappeared at the end of the official road outside the city.
Soon after, we drove into the real northwest. The scenes we saw in Hezhou were more common on the road. The people with their families were heading south and east in panic.
On the official road, in the countryside, there are cavalry flying horses from the northwest frontier army of the Jin Kingdom galloping.