As the most popular temple in Daliang, there is an endless stream of donors who come up from the mountain to worship Buddha on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Therefore, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month is the busiest day for the monks in the temple. Today is
On the 15th, the donors at the foot of the mountain were no exception. They came in droves with incense, and the monks started to get busy after breakfast.
Among the mountains behind Qingshan Temple.
Two monks, an old one and a young one, were sitting in front of the dining table. The old monk was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and drinking it with gusto, while the young monk had a sad look on his face and his little eyebrows were squeezed together.
"Why don't you eat?" the old monk put down the rice bowl in his hand and asked the young monk.
"Eating potatoes every day will make you no longer have the energy to practice martial arts." The young monk curled his lips and shouted.
"Then don't eat it." The old monk replied calmly.
"Master, when can we eat meat?" the young monk turned to the old monk and asked.
“When do you eat meat?”
After hearing this, the old monk was stunned for a moment and said slowly: "Monks are not allowed to eat meat and drink alcohol. I have said it many times."
"But I heard that Master Xuanxie can eat meat. Why can't I eat meat? I want to eat meat!" the young monk continued to shout.
"Your uncle Xuanxie can take a beating, can you survive it?" the old monk asked in a low voice.
"How to get beaten?" the young monk hesitated and asked.
"Eight hundred sticks."
"Oh." The little monk nodded.
"Do you still eat meat?"
"Eat potatoes." The little monk quickly picked up the potatoes in front of him. If he kept talking for a while, he might not be able to eat the potatoes.
The old monk turned to look at the young monk, picked up the rice bowl in front of him and drank all the porridge in it, and then said calmly: "Today is the fifteenth day, you have to listen to the abbot's sermon."
"I really don't understand why the abbot lectures on the fifteenth day every time. So many donors come over. Qingshan Temple is already in a mess. It's really a headache to have to lecture on scriptures. If I can also help the donors burn incense
That'll be great, then I can find a beautiful female donor to follow me down the mountain and return to secular life." The young monk said to the old monk while chewing the potatoes in his hand.
"Who said that if you follow the female benefactor, you can go down the mountain and return to secular life?" The old monk turned to the young monk and asked.
"I heard that Uncle Xuanxie followed the female benefactor down the mountain to return to secular life." The young monk shouted confidently.
"He can be beaten, can you be beaten?"
"How do you get beaten?" the little monk asked, blinking.
"Ten thousand iron bars."
When the young monk heard this, he took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Isn't that killing someone?"
"You can try it."
"Forget it, emptiness is form, and form is emptiness." The little monk shook his head quickly.
"Then hurry up and eat, hurry up and listen to the abbot's sermon. Last time, the abbot told me that you ran out to play in the middle of the first-grade sermon, and you also contradicted the abbot and fainted because of the abbot's anger. With this
Something?" The old monk turned to the young monk and asked.
"No, no." The young monk quickly shook his head after hearing this.
"Really?" The old monk frowned.
"Really not."
"Monks don't lie."
"That's it."
"We can't do this next time. What should I do if the abbot is so old and he is so angry with you?" the old monk advised softly.
"Even if you are not angry to death, the abbot is still very capable of living." The young monk smiled.
The old monk looked helplessly at the young monk, continued eating and stopped talking.
"master?"
"What's wrong?"
"The disciple has a question in his mind."
"Ask." The old monk nodded.
"Where did Master Xuanxie go? Why have I never told Master Xuanxie?" the young monk asked quickly.
"Why are you meeting him?"
"I want to see what kind of ass Master Xuanxie is. He's been fine with so many sticks."
"Normal ass."
"Really?" The little monk scratched his head.
"yes."
"Then why are they all full of curiosity when they talk about Master Xuanxie? Moreover, it is said that Master Xuanxie can drink alcohol and eat meat. It seems that he can also find beautiful female benefactors. Master Xuanxie is more powerful than the master.
"?" the little monk continued to ask.
"What does this have to do with being powerful or not?" The old monk looked a little confused.
"I'm just curious. If Uncle Xuanxie is not as powerful as Master, why can Uncle Xuanxie do many things that neither Master nor Abbot can do?" the young monk continued.
The old monk turned his head and glanced at the young monk, but said nothing.
"Master and the abbot, apart from eating and sleeping, they chant sutras and meditate every day. It's really boring, but Master Xuanxie can go out and play." The young monk seemed to be envious when he said this.
"Your uncle Xuanxie doesn't want to become a Buddha, so he has no worries in his heart." The old monk replied calmly.
"Then Master, I don't want to become a Buddha, so can I be unscrupulous?" the young monk asked quickly.
"Do you think your butt is strong enough?" the old monk asked calmly.
"Not enough." The young monk shook his head.
"Then wait until you are strong enough." The old monk continued.
"Then when will my butt be strong?" the little monk asked.
"You talk a lot today." The old monk said slowly.
"Then I won't say anything."
The little monk smiled honestly, then put down the potatoes in his hands, turned around and ran outside the yard.
"Your scriptures," the old monk reminded helplessly.
"I've kept it all in mind, no need to read scriptures." The young monk replied loudly, and then disappeared into the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
The old monk reluctantly put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and sighed softly.
…
After leaving the small courtyard, the young monk did not immediately rush to the location of Qingshan Temple. Instead, he played in the forest for a few hours. After all, the young monk would not waste this good time listening to the abbot's sermons.
Above, in the eyes of the young monk, the flowers, birds, fish and insects in the mountains
It's much more interesting than the silly abbot. Since the young monk's martial arts was revealed, the young monk's status in Qingshan Temple has also increased. At least no one dares to laugh at the young monk anymore, no matter where he goes.
No one calls the young monk a stupid monk anymore.
After playing for a while, the little monk felt that time was almost up. He held a willow branch in his hand and happily ran towards the lecture hall where the abbot lectured.
After arriving at Qingshan Temple, the incense in the temple was still strong, and billows of smoke flew into the sky. The young monk stood in front of the incense burner and stared blankly for a long time, looking at the sky.
"Why don't you go in?" The sweeping monk in front of the lecture hall asked the young monk with a smile.
"Uncle Master, where do you think all these cigarettes went?" The young monk turned to look at the sweeping monk and asked with a frown.
"Of course I went to the Tathagata Buddha." The sweeping monk replied with a smile.
"Then why does Tathagata need so many cigarettes?" The young monk scratched his head and asked in confusion.
"It is of course useless for the Buddha to ask for this fragrance, but this cigarette carries people's expectations. People can't find the Buddha, so they want to rely on cigarettes to convey their expectations." The sweeping monk sat on the steps.
The above explained it with a smile.
"So that's what happened!" The little monk nodded as if he understood.
"Haha." The sweeping monk stroked his beard and smiled without saying anything.
The young monk turned to look at the sweeping monk, took a step forward and said with a frown: "Uncle Master, you said you sweep the floor here every day, don't you feel bored?"
"No, what would I do if I didn't sweep the floor? Could it be that I chant sutras every day like the abbot?" the sweeping monk replied in a low voice.
"Yes, the abbot is the most boring person in the world." The young monk nodded quickly.
"It's different. I have my own things in my heart, and the abbot has his own affairs. Everyone has different ideas and likes to do different things. In your eyes, chanting sutras may be very boring, but in the eyes of other abbots,
Maybe chanting sutras would be very interesting." The sweeping monk said calmly.
"So you think sweeping the floor is fun?"
"interesting."
"I find sweeping the floor boring and chanting sutras boring."
"Then what do you think is interesting?" the sweeping monk asked with a smile.