Chapter 112 My sister said that there is no match for a husband in this world.
Chapter 112 My sister said that there is no one who has no equal in this world.
Previously, they were still watching the confrontation between the gray-clothed monk and the fortune teller, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. Whether they were hurt by the monk's words or for other reasons, many people were furious and poured out the medicinal soup in their hands.
They all threw themselves at the monk. Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up from the bricks, spread out her hands, stopped these people, and shouted:
"Ah, here, everyone, please calm down."
"calm down……"
"Don't hurt anyone, and don't throw away the medicine. We collected it with great difficulty."
The young Taoist lowered his eyes and knotted his hands with the [Shi Wuwei Seal].
Sweep the surroundings with the clarity of your own soul, and imprint the hearts of others with my heart.
But the young man felt it at this moment.
The remaining true feelings in the hearts of these furious, extremely angry people are not [anger].
But [fear].
【Afraid】Knowing the truth, or fearing that you can’t get everything you want by making offerings to the Buddha. The monk broke the beautiful world that everyone weaved, so 【very shocked and angry】, covering up the truest truth with anger, maybe even yourself
Subtle emotions that were never noticed.
Qi Wuhuo's spirit changed, and the emotions in everyone's hearts were diluted, and tranquility was restored.
The little Taoist priest Mingxin, who was trying hard to hold up the others, suddenly felt a looseness in front of him. Everyone no longer had the angrily rushing forward strength before. They looked at each other in disbelief. After a while, they were all dispersed. The medicine shed suddenly changed.
The place became empty, which was in stark contrast to the previous quarrel. Some non-Buddhist people went to get cleaner clothes and asked the monk to change into them. The latter thanked him and took them with both hands.
Still helping to treat others.
His expression and posture have not changed at all.
The young Taoist performed acupuncture for others without looking at the monk. He just asked, "Is this something the master felt?"
The monk in gray clothes brought the medicine and said gently: "Buddhist methods are spread throughout the world through the thirteen channels, but... there are many attachments and troubles. Not everyone can cut off the five aggregates and eight sufferings. There must be their own differences.
Desires and longings exist, and by practicing the method, you will be able to look inside yourself to a certain extent and maintain peace, but there will definitely be subtle desires."
"So we will use [self-indulgence] activities to contemplate these desires."
With a hint of a smile, he said: "In fact, [Zi Xun] not only looks at oneself, but also looks at the desires in other people's hearts."
"The one who achieved this step was [telepathy]. On that day, everyone did not hide it, and saw each other's moods and desires, and then talked with a smile, criticized, helped others, and let others help themselves.
I discovered distracting thoughts that I was not aware of to help me practice, and even made fun of each other, or laughed at myself about my own problems, and everyone laughed in the end."
"this is very good."
"But later, Buddhism spread more and more widely, and there were more and more people."
"Everyone has subtle desires, and the desires are no more than a wisp. But the more people there are, the more these subtle desires gather, like undercurrents, like whirlpools, which will eventually pull the entire river... It will not be pure, but at this time,
The monks who noticed this wanted to stop it, but it was already too late. There are always those who want to recruit more disciples."
"If the master cannot be liberated, how far can the disciple's cultivation reach? Of course, he cannot be pure either. If reincarnation continues, the problem becomes more and more swollen, but it is like a rolling stone falling from the top of a mountain. Its momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and it can no longer be stopped.
"
"There is nothing wrong with practicing the Dharma, but if the Dharma is taught to people and people gather to form a sect, and there are sects in the sect, it is no longer the Dharma."
After the monk finished cooking the medicine, he staggered up and left to say goodbye. Finally, he sighed with compassion:
"Buddha, World Honored One Tathagata."
"Where are you?"
"Only you can break this situation."
The young Taoist priests Ming Xin and Qi Wuhuo packed up the medicine stove. It was already sunset. The young Taoist priest, carrying the medicine basket woven from bamboo, watched the monk go away and said, "He is feeling very uncomfortable. He must be."
Have you seen those [from what]? It’s just like me. After eating the sweet pastries, I can’t eat the steamed buns anymore.”
"So he should be more miserable and persistent than others, right?"
The young Taoist nodded and said, "Does Ming Xin know what he is talking about?"
The little Taoist priest nodded his head and said, "I know."
"If there are too many people, there will be a lot of troubles."
He took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by the young Taoist before and stuffed it into his mouth.
The sun sets.
There was no need to see other people, so I just stepped on the small puddle with my cloud shoes, splashing a handful of shallow water splashes.
The water splash is beautiful in the sunset.
The little Taoist priest Mingxin jumped up and down the puddle and said: "As far as I know, although there are big Taoist temples, there are also many Taoist temples with only three or five people in them. The monk temple is the reverse of ours, and there are many
There are only a few people in the monk temple, but those who do this are ridiculed as [wild Zen] and have no Dharma lineage."
"There are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of monks in many monk temples. If there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, not everyone can get a share. If you can't get one at one time, nothing will happen.
It will be a little sad every time, if the person who gets the sweet-scented osmanthus cake praises you in front of you every time - "
"Ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so sweet, ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious!"
"Then you must want to take out something and give it to this guy."
The little Taoist priest Mingxin held his hands in his hands, gritted his teeth and waved, and then said seriously:
"So there will be a quarrel, and then there will be a fuss. In the end, everyone is scrambling to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
"Those who have eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake want to eat it again next time."
"If you can't eat it, please contact other people and ask us to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake together next time."
"No one likes reading books anymore."
"So in the end, it will become a place that only exists for eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. No one will read the scriptures that were gathered together at the beginning. So is this a monk temple for studying scriptures? Or are they rushing to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?
Where is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake temple? It has changed its appearance, so that’s why the great monk feels uncomfortable?”
"He's the kind of person who wants to go back to the original way of just reading the scriptures."
"It's so difficult."
"There is also a place like this inside Daomen."
"It's not good to have too many people. An old Taoist priest is better than a young Taoist priest. I will also find a young Taoist priest in the future."
The little Taoist muttered.
The young Taoist thought of Huang Liang Yimeng's incident, stretched out his hand and touched the little Taoist's head, and said, "That's a good idea."
"What else do you want to eat today? Uncle Master will buy it for you."
Then the little Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's good!"
I jumped a little higher and stepped into a puddle. A lot of water splashed out. The hem of my Taoist robe got wet. The unfinished osmanthus cake in my hand was stained by the rain, so I was upset.
Then he couldn't help but laugh, pulled Qi Wuhuo's sleeves, and said: "Uncle, Master, look at it, I just stepped on such a big splash."
"Am I awesome?!"
The young Taoist couldn't help but chuckle.
"sharp!"
The two young Taoist priests walked forward and bought some things needed for the Taoist temple, and also bought candied haws for the little Taoist priest.
Qi Wuhuo picked medicinal materials from the mountains and sold them, so although he was not well off, he still had money to buy some food.
Then the little Taoist priest became happy again.
When I was young, it always seemed like this.
The young Taoist thought.
He himself is also like this.
After the two of them finished shopping, it was getting dark, but when they went back, the young prince was actually waiting for them there. He lit two oil lamps and sat on the bricks, supporting his chin with one hand.
In a daze, when he saw the two Taoists, he smiled, jumped down, patted the soil, and said: "You two, please let me wait. Come on, come on, the food is ready."
"But it's just the meat porridge left over today."
"Please don't dislike it, you two."
He invited Qi Wuhuo and Mingxin to sit down and brought out meat porridge with hot shredded ginger sprinkled on top.
There is also a side of cold shepherd's purse. This spring green vegetable is available at this time, but it is more generous than ordinary meat. Blanch the shepherd's purse, chop it into pieces, mix it with the diced tofu, and add fine ginger.
Crushed, mixed with sesame paste and vinegar, it has a refreshing taste and is best eaten with porridge. There is only an ordinary porridge shed around it, with wooden boards to block the wind. Although Zhongzhou is not as cold as the northernmost one, it is not cold in winter.
Feel good.
It was a brass stove.
While entertaining and chatting with a smile.
But every three or five sentences, you must say "Jiajie", "Jiajie". The young Taoist's mind was as clear as a flat lake and he didn't care. But the little Taoist priest was different. After finishing his mouthful of porridge, his eyes rolled.
He turned around and asked curiously: "Well, Erlang, you are the second eldest child in the family, so your sister is the eldest sister?"
"Then what other people call me is [aunt]?"
The young prince said: "According to custom, it should be called like this."
At this time, it was customary to call the men in the family by the rank of eldest son, and the women by the rank of eldest daughter. They could never be wrongly called Sanlang, or Gongsun Auntie. This was the case for those with the surname Gongsun, and the eldest daughter in the family.
It means that most people meet strangers on the road and want to strike up a conversation, but they don’t know their last names or their family rankings.
So I had to say: "Mr. Lang."
If it is a more frivolous woman in Pingkangfang, you can call out: "Kiss me, young man, and stay here."
Or when men with oily hair and pink faces talk to girls on the roadside, they often start with these words:
"Young lady, do you have free time today?"
It's all like this. It's not a big mistake to call him this as a little Taoist.
But the young prince just frowned and said, "But I always feel that you calling me sister like that is too tacky."
"How can I call my sister the same as others?"
Mingxin said: "Then what kind of person is your sister?"
The young prince looked at the two Taoists warily. There were chestnuts that had just grown in winter in his hand, and he threw them into the stove. There was a crackling sound. He hesitated for a moment, and looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him with suspicion and vigilance.
He said: "You guys in Lianyang Temple have a lot of rules. You can't get married, right?"
Ming Xin nodded repeatedly: "The path is from Lian Yang Temple."
"The ancestor learned from Lu Zu and the rules are very strict."
"Ha, then it'll be fine."
So the young prince felt relieved and became enthusiastic, saying: "My sister is the most beautiful and smartest person in the world. She is really beautiful and unparalleled. She is just the sister of the Cui family.
We can compare with each other in terms of appearance, but Sister Cui is really too fierce, unlike her who is smart and calm..."
It seems rare for a young prince to find a safe partner to show off his sister.
The little Taoist ate the meat porridge with his heart open and his eyes widened.
oh oh.
That's it, that's it.
This guy is indeed a little guy who only knows how to follow his sister.
He looks older than me, but not as mature as me.
The little Taoist priest thought proudly.
Licking his lips, he recalled the candied haws that Uncle Qi had just bought for him. It was so delicious.
But the young prince couldn't help but said: "It's a pity that although my sister is good in many ways, she has the highest demands on me. Every day, she wants me to be a great master who is unparalleled in the world."
To achieve the goal, no matter what, to be like this, what happened to me when I was young, ah, it’s too tiring, too tiring.”
The little Taoist priest's eyes widened.
It can be seen that although the young prince is speaking bitterly, his face is full of pride. He is clearly showing off that his sister is strict with him and showing off that he has such talents.
So the little Taoist priest was unconvinced and said: "Me, me!"
"My master always wants me to compete with Uncle Qi!"
The young prince saw the young Taoist next to him and said, "The Taoist is certainly very good!"
He raised his chin slightly and said, "But, my sister said, that Master is the number one person inside and outside the court!"
"The unparalleled great master and master in the world!"
The little Taoist priest said: "But the master also said that the master's uncle is taking the most difficult and best path. He has all three talents. Even those Taoist priests with great reputations but innate talents cannot compare with the foundation of the master's uncle. The master's uncle
In the future, you will be called a real person, enough to start a sect!"
The young prince put his palms on the table and said:
"My sister said that if that master studies politics and literature, he is expected to be the best in the world."
"If he concentrates on playing the piano, he can make the most beautiful woman in the world bow down for him."
This last sentence was added by himself.
Young people always think that this is how they look like celebrities.
The little Taoist priest has a dull mind.
Look at Uncle Qi next to him.
After thinking about it, if my uncle goes to play the piano and is surrounded by a bunch of beauties, he will probably play the piano quietly and ignore those beauties as if they are nothing, right?
But people like Uncle Master seem to be liked by many beauties, ugh!
In that case, who is the beauty...
Then he had to say: "The food cooked by my uncle is very delicious."
"He can also treat illnesses and save lives."
The young prince said: "Treat diseases and save people..."
He sighed and said: "If you can have such an idea, you are already a first-rate celebrity."
He scratched his head and laughed at himself: "Ah, why are we fighting over each other?"
The little Taoist priest said seriously: "Yes, why are you fighting for it?"
"You are obviously very tired. Master is too strong."
"It's very tiring. My uncle is also very good."
The young prince, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, stared at the little Taoist priest, and both of them laughed.
The young Taoist next to him had quiet eyes, just sitting in front of the stove and looking at the roasted chestnuts in the stove seriously.
There was a crackle, crackle, crackle, and several chestnuts that had been thrown in popped out from the stove. The chestnuts cracked their shells. The young Taoist man put the ripe chestnuts in his hands, tossed them back and forth, blew on them to cool them, and then peeled them open.
Throwing the skin into his mouth, the taste was extremely sweet. He noticed the gazes of Ming Xin and the young prince, and smiled slightly: "Want to eat roasted chestnuts?"
Both of them found it boring to argue, and they both felt dejected.
The young Taoist opened his palms and separated the ripe chestnuts.
The prince muttered: "I haven't eaten anything..."
He grabbed the chestnut from the young Taoist's palm, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
In winter, when no one is at night, eating like this is not a delicacy, but it is a rare youthful pleasure.
After eating the chestnuts, it was still all night, so the young Taoist picked up the little Taoist with a round belly, said goodbye and left. The sky was full of stars, and he was covered with night dew. There were also hills in the city, and he went up to the mountains to have a look. The young prince looked at him with faint eyes.
Zhang, his smile subdued, said: "A monk has a romantic nature. Those two are very powerful. They should be able to become true cultivators."
He stretched himself and said, "I'm back."
So there was a voice responding in the dark night.
He got up and walked back leisurely, took a stroll in the car, and spent about three sticks of incense before stopping in front of the big house where he entered and exited three times. After getting down, he changed his clothes, rinsed his mouth with tea, and removed the
After eating the peculiar smell of the meat porridge, ginger ribbon, and breathed at the subordinate next to him several times to make sure that there was no foreign smell in his mouth, he opened the door with a smile on his face: