That night, we rested for the night in a cave halfway up the mountainside of Biyifeng. We all had our homework to do, so we were not in a hurry.
The sun rose high on the second day. The monk walked out of the cave opposite. He changed into a set of clean gray robes and smelled of incense. He greeted Zhang Guanzhu who had changed his robes. He smelled the smell of alcohol on the donkey and took a good look at it.
Smashing the mouth and said: "I have not known the taste of wine for many years. Can you, fellow Taoist Donkey, mix a bowl of wine and let the monk have a taste?"
He is an acquaintance. He was on his way yesterday afternoon and exchanged a few words with the little spirit hiding in the tree house on the back of the donkey.
Except for Lu Xiner, the other two little fairies were shy and did not speak to the monk.
The donkey had been practicing his sword skills all morning using Bishop Guan's method, which was quite fruitful. When he heard the monk's strange request, he grinned and shook his neck, and flew up a jar of three kilograms of unopened clay from his shoulder basket.
Drinking wine, he said to the viewer with a curious attitude: "Can monks drink alcohol? How could I remember that monks cannot drink alcohol?"
The monk reached out to take the wine jar. He seemed to have guessed the donkey's doubts and laughed loudly: "Before the monk became a monk, he was a butcher in the market. It was common for him to drink wine and eat meat. After receiving the precepts for nearly twenty years, he didn't know it.
It tastes like meat.”
He is not shy about his origin at all. The Buddhists say that he put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha immediately. It has been almost 20 years since he put down the butcher's knife, but he broke the precepts and embarked on another path.
Skillfully pat open the mud seal, unscrew the pottery plug, open your mouth and suck gently.
A stream of clear wine flew out from the mouth of the altar and fell into the monk's mouth. He took two sips of "gudonggudong".
The monk wiped the wine from his mouth, shook his head and said: "It doesn't have the same taste as before. Alas, breaking the precept is not fun at all." He looked a little sad, stuffed the wine jar with the pottery cap, threw it away, and gently opened the wine jar.
Put back the donkey's basket.
Some people break the habit and can never start over again.
The donkey exclaimed: "My dear, the monk is quite old, I didn't notice it."
Zhang Wenfeng has been observing the monk. "The monk does not mention his name, and the Tao does not ask about his longevity." The monk seems to have completely let go of the precepts and even told about his own life and background. He knows a little about the common sense of "an ascetic monk, an ascetic monk", but he has a hard life.
The monk really doesn’t understand, and has never deliberately understood it.
"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha."
"Well……"
After hearing Taoist Zhang's strange comforting words, the monk was stunned for a long time, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed so unbridled that tears came out of his eyes.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The donkey moved to the side and away from the crazy monk, so as not to scare the little fairy in the tree house.
Its current ability is to use thunder to protect the little spirits on its back, preventing them from being harmed easily.
The monk wiped the tears on his face and returned to normal. He looked at the Taoist priest beside him who seemed to be indifferent and said: "Taoist Zhang, you have the roots of Buddhism. Why don't you follow the monk to Tianshan Temple?
By ten years..."
Zhang Wenfeng interrupted: "Monk, please respect yourself and don't disturb my Taoist mind."
Those who are evil-minded should be punished!
Regardless of whether the monk did it intentionally or not, he categorically warned that this kind of thing should not be allowed to happen.
Taoism and Confucianism are close because they are more complementary and less antagonistic, while Taoism and Buddhism are more antagonistic and fundamentally conflict. Although the two monks will not meet and fight to the death, they can argue with each other.
, verbal disputes are common.
The monk folded his hands and apologized, then turned to the donkey and said, "You have a loud voice and abundant Qi. I have a Buddhist technique that is very suitable for you. It's called 'Vajra Lion Roar'. Are you willing to learn it?"
He could not give the benefit to the donkey just because he received a word of enlightenment from Taoist Zhang.
You don't have to pay back the money you owe. In their eyes, worldly money is like dirt, but the kindness you owe must be repaid.
If the donkey doesn't want to learn, his favor should be returned.
The donkey looked at the viewer with its eyes, and was very careful when dealing with the monk. The bald donkey seemed to be loyal, but in fact it was cunning. It was worried about being sold by the monk and was still helping the monk count the money.
Seeing the master of the temple smiling and nodding, agreeing that it should learn the monk's exercises, the donkey brayed and learned the "Vajra Lion Roar" with the monk with great interest. The title sounded impressive and majestic.
The monk Chuanyin taught the donkey how to move Qi and roar the mantra three times. After three times, the donkey practiced on the side and said to Zhang Guanzhu who was watching: "Taoist Donkey is very talented, and he learned it so quickly."
He really didn't expect the donkey to be so smart and able to draw inferences from one instance to other cases. In a short period of time, he learned the technique of the Vajra Lion Roar and transformed it into the use of demonic power. Even if it is not performed using Buddhist techniques, its power cannot be underestimated.
Zhang Wenfeng listened to the high-pitched voice of the donkey, roaring out six different tones, and felt it was very noisy. He smiled and said, "The master taught me well."
The two of them could not keep their ears clear and were disturbed by the noise of the donkey. However, they were patient enough and were not affected much. They chatted and laughed happily on the way. The monk was very talkative, chatting about his experiences and customs in various places in Great Liang.
The little spirit on the donkey's back used melodious music to drown out the noise, and the journey was still lively.
Walking near the Half-Moon Cave, the donkey finally stopped talking. After drinking a jar of wine, his voice was a little hoarse and he said: "Master Guan, this technique is very suitable for me. It's very enjoyable to roar. Practice for some time. When I become proficient, I'll find it."
A thief is testing his power."
"Take it easy, don't scream to death."
Zhang Wenfeng joked about the sound transmission, and suddenly looked up into the sky, and saw two black spots flying quickly.
They were two bald monks, wearing uniform black robes, looking very capable.
Fayuan raised the green bamboo stick in his hand and explained: "It is inconvenient for me to travel to Da'an Dynasty with this treasure. If someone covets the bamboo stick and seizes it, there will be another turmoil. I will notify the temple and invite someone to come."
Take the bamboo stick back."
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to signal the monk to please.
He thought the monk had forgotten this incident, but it turned out that the monk had already made arrangements.
The donkey sent a message: "There are two third-level monks here. The green bamboo stick in Fayuan's hand is very relevant. He just used it as a crutch all the way. I don't know if he is being arrogant or not."
Zhang Wenfeng said in a message: "Don't underestimate Fa Yuan. He is quite capable, but he just doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble. He should be in a Buddhist 'empty' state now, and sees people and things differently."
The donkey asked: "Will he harm us?"
Zhang Wenfeng replied via voice: "Guess!"
This question was like an idiot asking "Is the monk a good person or a bad person?" He didn't want to answer.
There are no absolute good or bad people in the world, but the monk's trip will not be detrimental to them, he can see that.
The donkey responded with a big eye roll. If he could guess it, he wouldn't ask.
Facing the viewer and the monk, it admitted that its brain was not enough.
It still likes to play with the little fox demon, Hu Qiang'er and the others, and it doesn't feel tired.
Fa Yuan flew into the air and conversed with the two monks for a while, handed the green bamboo staff to the two of them, and both of them put their hands together in salute. The two people then put their hands together at Guanzhu Zhang below, then returned to the original route, and disappeared in a moment.
Zhang Wenfeng returned the courtesy and looked away. Fa Yuan's status was unusual. The two middle-aged monks who came to take away the green bamboo staff were very respectful.
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