The first thousand two hundred and twenty-three chapters concentrate on meditation
"Young Master, are you sure this is a monk and not a reincarnation of a starving ghost?"
Liu Song stood aside and looked at Young Master Liu who was also dumbfounded while holding up his wine glass. He came to the young master's side and muttered.
Young Master Liu stared in astonishment at Master and Disciple Liao Fan who was grabbing the leg of lamb and tearing it apart, occasionally picking up two pieces of beef and devouring it.
That's too much, Master. If you cultivate your mind but not your mouth, you are still a monk. Can you at least pay a little attention to the impact?
July is the season when certain melons and fruits are fragrant. The golden monkey and the wild boar on the ground are also feasting on the fruits. These are not monks, they are just a group of bandits and robbers who have no pleasures!
Young Master Liu took a deep breath and calmed his mind: "What's all this fuss about? Didn't Master Liao Fan just say that? You should cultivate your mind but not your mouth."
"Don't Buddhists pay attention to saving people in the afterlife? If they eat these, they may be saving them into reincarnation."
Liu Song nodded in understanding: "Young Master really knows everything."
However, Liu Song, who straightened up and looked at Master Fan and his disciples feasting, still felt like starving ghosts reincarnated.
I have never seen or heard of monks eating meat, but eating it so openly is really eye-opening.
Liu Mingzhi took a sip of wine from time to time, looking at Liao Fan and Sha He Shang who were eating extremely happily, but he really didn't have the courage to use his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.
Maybe there will be a fight.
After a long time, Liaofan, who was full of wine and food, burped: "That's good, that's good. The poor monk is full. Thank you for the hospitality."
Sha Heshang also put down the wine glass in his hand: "The young monk is also full. Thank you for the hospitality. Dalong's food is really delicious, compared to the curry mix in Tianzhu."
"Well"
Liao Fan's face suddenly turned purple. He took a deep breath. Fan ate his rosary and pointed out of the hall: "Sha Heshang, if you dare to mention Tianzhu's curry bibimbap, I will have you immobilized for five hours."
"Yes, I know I was wrong."
Young Master Liu looked at Liao Fan with a purple face in surprise, and seemed to understand something when he heard the curry bibimbap.
It seems that India’s catering culture has not changed much. Mr. Liu respects other people’s cultures and beliefs.
However, this Indian cultural custom really made Mr. Liu feel a little uncomfortable.
No matter what ingredients they put in their hands, it will all look the same.
As he thought about it, Mr. Liu slowly put down his wine glass while looking at it. He couldn't think about it any more. As he continued to think about it, drinking became boring.
Young Master Liu who had just put down his wine glass suddenly looked at Fan: "What did you call him?"
Liao Fan looked at Young Master Liu in surprise and said, "Sha Heshang, this is the poor monk's young disciple. He was a man who was accidentally saved on the road. In the end, he accepted him when he saw that he was sincerely worshiping the Buddha.
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Young Master Liu nodded dully and pointed to the golden monkey and wild boar who had eaten their fill and were sleeping on the ground at some point: "Are these two your apprentices too?"
"Exactly, the poor monk had nothing to do along the way and always felt a little lonely, so he took in two beloved disciples."
"What are their names?"
"This monkey is called Wukong. The monkey is very active and makes the poor monk tireless of trouble along the way. The poor monk named it Wukong in the hope that it will be more peaceful and that all the four elements will be lost."
"Gudu"
Young Master Liu's mouth twitched and he swallowed: "Master, don't tell me that pig's name is Bajie!"
Liao Fan was startled, glanced at the sleeping wild boar and looked at Young Master Liu in astonishment: "How did the donor know?"
"This wild boar was accidentally rescued by a poor monk. At first, the poor monk had the idea of using it to satisfy his hunger when he was at the end of his rope. Later, the poor monk realized that he had violated the eight precepts of Buddhism."
"Name it Bajie, and the poor monk will always be on guard against it!"
Young Master Liu nodded silently: "What a coincidence. Don't tell me that you also changed your name to Sanzang?"
"As expected, the benefactor was really wise, and the poor monk retrieved Tripitaka from Tianzhu. Therefore, people in Tianzhu often call the poor monk Master Tripitaka!"
Young Master Liu exclaimed and nodded: "I'm convinced. I'm completely convinced."
"I'm so convinced that I can't even say anything!"
"I don't know whether I am more powerful, Master, or you, Master."
Liao Fan looked at Young Master Liu in confusion: "Is there anything the donor is dissatisfied with about the poor monk and his name?"
"No, no, I'm very satisfied, extremely satisfied. The master is indeed an expert in naming. Each name is full of profound meaning and admirable."
“The donor is so complimentary!”
"Liu Song, ask someone to remove the banquet and serve tea!"
"Yes, Master!"
After a while, several people slowly began to taste the tea. Liu Mingzhi put down his tea cup and looked at Fan curiously: "Master, Tianzhu is completely different from our Dalong in terms of speech and customs. I don't know how Master persuaded them there.
The monk gave the Mahayana Dharma to you, the master?"
Liao Fan was stunned for a moment, holding the tea cup with a somewhat erratic look in his eyes.
"I'd be kind to you, Bald Donkey, and let the poor monks copy the Mahayana Buddhism in your temple. Otherwise, the poor monks will knock down the door of your temple!"
"Monk, the poor monk is compassionate. Please obediently hand over the Mahayana Dharma to the poor monk for copying. Otherwise, the poor monk will destroy your ruined temple and it will be a blessing to you. Be wise and don't let me, the poor monk, go on a killing spree!
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Liao Fan glanced at Sha Heshang, who had a strange look on his face, and nodded slightly to Mr. Liu with a kind smile.
"The poor monk persuades people with his virtues, preaches truth to them, tells them the true words of my Buddhism, and tells them the tolerance of my country of etiquette to tolerate the world."
"Later, they were inspired by the poor monk's profound Buddhist teachings, and they couldn't wait to have the poor monk copy the Buddhist teachings."
"After going through eighty-one temples, large and small, the poor monk cut out the complex and simplified it, and brought back the Tripitaka Sutra."
"It lasted seven years."
Young Master Liu looked at Fan in amazement: "The master is indeed an eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings. I admire you greatly. God is worthy of your hard work. Eighty-one temples have different Buddhist teachings, which is comparable to ninety-nine and eighty-one years."
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"Congratulations, Master, on your successful meritorious deeds!"
"The donor is so complimentary. The young monk sought the Mahayana Dharma with the heart of the Buddha and did not dare to take any credit. Fortunately, God has paid off and the poor monk did not make his trip in vain."
"The poor monk who came this time came here but the cause and effect came!"
"What is the cause and effect between me and the master? The master said that I was confused."
Liao Fan took out a booklet from his cassock and placed it on the table.
"The poor monk returned from studying for Buddhist scriptures last year. Since his return, the poor monk has taken his three disciples to spread the Mahayana Buddhism everywhere. Now, in addition to the East China Sea, there are also novice monks in the northern Xinjiang who have not yet traveled to teach the Dharma."
"All the other monks in the temple have already set foot in it one by one. This time when passing through the treasure land, I learned that the benefactor Yingzhou was an official, so I brought this book."
"As the donor said in the past, the young monk recorded the routes and customs of the countries he passed along the way, including all the countries from Dalongbian Pass to Tianzhu."
"The young monk wrote a travel diary on his way home. After giving the travel diary to the donor, the young monk can safely pass on the scriptures."
Young Master Liu's eyes lit up and he stared closely at the books on the table. This was the fundamental reason why he let Fan go get the Western Scripture.
Whether you have Mahayana Buddhism or not is not important to you at all. What is important is this travel journal.
Or it can be said to be a map.
Liu Mingzhi suppressed his excitement and looked at Fan with a chuckle.
"Thank you, Master, for remembering this matter. Liu Mingzhi is very grateful!"
"The poor monk also thanked the donor for his fingerprints, which gave him an enlightenment."
"I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you. After the teaching is completed, the young monk can concentrate on practicing Zen!"