Thousand Buddha Hall is the holy land of Liang Zen Temple. Not only does this hall house Buddhas and Bodhisattvas from the ten directions and thousands of Buddha statues, but also the prophecies of the first founder of Liang Zen Temple are left in this hall. Those who enter this hall to see, hear and understand can achieve Bodhi.
In the grand hall, there were no monks guarding the temple, only two monks, one big and one small, playing chess.
"Master, why don't you play chess? If I can't learn chess tonight and play chess with something tomorrow, how can I let it go? If the thing sees that I let it go on purpose, it won't beat me half to death? Who will help my wife then? do the laundry?"
"Ha, north and south, the moonlight is pretty tonight. Master, take a look at the moonlight first."
"Master, why are you closing your eyes when you look at the moonlight?"
"Stupid Nanbei, haven't you seen that it is said in the Buddhist scriptures that Zen comes from the heart and the scenery is in the heart? What you see with your eyes may not be true, you have to feel it with your heart."
"Then master, why is your nose still moving?"
"Ha, is that so?"
"Things said that if you move your nose, you are either greedy for wine or meat. But a few days ago, master, you looked at the female pilgrim more than once. The master has not allowed you to drink alcohol and eat meat again in the past few months. Thing also asked me to keep an eye on you."
"Nanbei, do you want to go down the mountain with Dongxi?"
"Master, it's okay to eat some wine and meat secretly. The master's wife won't find it."
"Nan Bei, master didn't realize it before. It turns out you are not stupid."
"No, I didn't tell my wife about the few copper plates that the master secretly hid on the beams of the house."
"You little bastard farted! Didn't all the personal money of the master go to your master's wife?"
At this time, accompanied by a gust of wind, the door of the Thousand Buddha Hall opened to both sides with a "squeak".
The little monk who called Nan Bei turned his head, and three figures came in carrying Yuehua on their backs, one green, one white, and one purple.
"This man is so good-looking, as good-looking as anything." The little monk kept staring at the white fox's face, and after a while he looked at the folding fan in the hand of the man in purple.
There is a beauty in red on the fan, who looks very similar to the one in white, except that one is in women's clothing and the other is in men's clothing.
The young monk secretly glanced at the burly master. Sure enough, the master showed the same expression as when he looked at the female pilgrim a few days ago. The old abbot often said that those female pilgrims were goblins, but the master just loved to see goblins. Fortunately, the master's wife and the things were not around, otherwise he would have been beaten for a long time, and he would not have enough to eat for ten days and a half.
In fact, in his opinion, he still prefers the master. The old abbot must be a little confused because of his age. Those female pilgrims who wander around and feel tired after taking only a few steps are obviously female Bodhisattvas, how can they be female fairies? ?
"Great monk, your disciple has a good temper. After looking at it for more than ten times, you can still make the spiritual platform clear." Jingzhou turned the folding fan over and praised it.
The little monk nodded cheerfully. The master, mistress and stuff always said that he was stupid, but in fact he was just stupider than stuff.
The beauty in red on the fan disappeared. The great monk in white sighed and said, "I'm just a little stupid." There was a little regret on his face. Fortunately, the woman in green still held two jars of wine in her hands. After smelling it, Although it's not as good as what Cao Changqing sent, it's not much worse.
If you are a monk, you will be satisfied. After all, it is sending wine thousands of miles away, and the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy.
On weekdays, he only drank a few pennies a bottle of wine, and it was not easy to raise a daughter and wife who spent money lavishly. The alms bowl he hid under the bed was never full of money.
"This is for your wife and daughter, this is for you." Jingzhou took the wine handed over by Qingniao and threw it forward along with the gouache and rouge in his hand.
"Amitabha, thank you to the donor." Li Dangxin just clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, but did not make any other movements. The object thrown by Jing Zhou was impartial and landed steadily three feet in front of him. However, the thousands of Buddha statues in the main hall were shaking together, as if they were invaded by demons, and the candlelight in the hall flickered on and off, as if they would be extinguished at any moment.
Qingniao was secretly surprised. This great monk's cultivation was really unfathomable. It was not easy to catch the things that the young master threw casually. Cao Changqing originally followed the carriage, but later he picked up the empty wine bottle from the young master for a few days and moved further and further away from the carriage.
The next moment, in Xiao Heshang's eyes, the purple-clothed young man and the master seemed to be in trance, but the former had a smile on his lips, like a Buddha holding flowers, while the latter had an expressionless face and his eyes were closed.
The master never taught him martial arts, he only said that one day he would realize it.
The master never taught him how to debate the classics. He only said that debating the classics was just like quarreling.
In the entire Liangchan Temple, he was probably the worst at fighting and chanting sutras, which made many senior brothers make fun of him.
The master didn't teach him his true skills, and he couldn't see anything about the purple-clothed young man fighting with the master. They were all stuck on the ground like logs.
He looked at it twice and found it boring, then turned his attention to the male Bodhisattva in white who stared at the wall with "Vajra Arhat Fist" engraved on the wall as soon as he entered the Thousand Buddha Hall.
The young monk suddenly understood something. It turned out that the Bodhisattva with the sword was so beautiful, even more beautiful than the female Bodhisattvas who came to the temple to burn incense.
When things grow up, they will be as beautiful as this white-robed Bodhisattva, right?
Suddenly the hall fell silent, and the candles burned brightly again. The master opened his eyes and took a half step back, but the body of the young man in purple swayed slightly.
"The great monk is good at cultivation. No wonder Cao Changqing said that even if he were to compete with Deng Tai'a's peach blossoms, he would not want to fight with you. Although there is only one word difference between the Vajra realm and the Great Vajra realm, there is a gap between them. , Monk is amazing." Jing Zhou laughed heartily.
"Amitabha, the donor is not bad either." After reciting the Buddha's name, the great monk anxiously grabbed the wine in front of him, raised his head and took a sip.
"Master, haven't you hated reciting Amitabha the most these past few years?" The young monk touched his head. He didn't find it strange that the master was eating a lot of wine in front of others, so he added a word at the right time.
"Really? Master, did you say that?" the great monk asked back. Although he couldn't bear the thirst for wine, his throat gulped and he quenched his thirst. However, he put down the wine bottle and bent over to open the red lacquer box next to the wine bottle. , three layers and eighteen grids, with various colors of rouge and gouache placed in the grids.
The young monk said firmly: "Master, you said the day before yesterday that you should learn Buddhism, learn Buddhism, and learn nothing more than Buddhism."
"Bei and Nan, master tells you a lesson. It's not strange to be polite to many people." The great monk taught his young apprentice Dundun, and smiled brightly: "You can help me do the calculations. Next month, your master's wife's rouge and gouache money will be enough." How much you save.”
The little monk narrowed his eyes and looked at the colorful things. He grinned and said: "The thing told me that this grid has one and two halves, and the eighteen grids total twenty-seven. The total...the total is thirty taels. This A box of master's wife and things can last half a year, and the master can hide more than five taels of silver in a month."
The big monk knocked the little monk on the head, and said, "Fart, with Master's eyesight, this is obviously the best rouge in Lengyuefang, and one square is only worth one or two and a half? It's obviously sold for one square." When it reaches more than five taels, I’ll give it to my teacher again!”
Is this the master who just fought with the young master in a neck-and-neck fight?
Qingniao knew this box of rouge gouache best, but it was bought in a nearby town when he was about to arrive at Liangzen Temple. The total cost was only five taels of silver.
In the blink of an eye, the great monk turned five taels of silver into nearly a hundred taels, which was much better than those bosses selling rouge and gouache.
The monks and apprentices were whispering to each other, while Bai Huer's face was fascinated by the footprints on the ground.
Jingzhou explained: "This ground is known as the diamond mirror surface. Even if you learn excellent swordsmanship and master the world's famous swords, you may not be able to leave any traces on it. And these one hundred and eight footprints were made by this great monk." of."
The white fox's face asked: "How does this monk's golden body compare to your sword?"
At this moment, the young monk was not bothering to discuss with the master how much rouge and gouache were worth, and listened quietly with his ears raised.
Although the master is afraid of his wife and things, and he always likes to hide in the scripture pavilion, he still has some skills. Yesterday, I heard the master scolding those cow noses on Longhu Mountain that they are not good birds, and they deserve the most scolding and beating.
The little monk, who knew a little bit about everything, carefully accompanied Dong Dong on a trip to Longhu Mountain. The cow nose on that mountain was a bit scary. He didn't have any ability, so he really didn't dare to scold those Taoist priests.
Jing Zhou chuckled: "It's hard to say. The great monk didn't use all his strength just now. He was probably afraid that the Thousand Buddha Hall would be demolished, and the monks in the temple were worried about him. Didn't we also see it when we came here? The great monk was poor. How much is that little thatched cottage worth? If the Thousand Buddha Hall is really destroyed, the big monk might sell the little monk to pay back the money."
"It depends on what you do as a master. If you are a monk, you won't lie. Even if you have no money to eat, I won't sell you out." Seeing the little apprentice looking at him pitifully, the big monk vowed, and the little monk said "Yes" With a nod, it was worth it that I would wash the smelly socks for the master on weekdays.
The great monk continued: "If you want to sell, you have to sell things. My daughter is not easy to support."
The little monk wanted to cry but had no tears.
The blue bird and the white fox rarely have cold expressions on their faces, one is cheerful and the other is charming.
After finishing a bottle of wine, the great monk asked: "You guys came to Liangchan Temple, you can't come to see the footprints of Thousand Buddhas Hall."
Jing Zhou looked at the lifelike Buddha statues in the hall and said, "I really came here just to see these footprints. I once learned a Kung Fu called "Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand". Although this Kung Fu only has three palm techniques, the three The capture method is all-encompassing. The higher your skill and the more knowledge you have, the more you can incorporate the world's kung fu into this capture method. I have also seen a lot of Buddhist kung fu, but this is the only one that can make 1808 footprints. "Vajra Arhat Boxing Technique" can obtain its form, but not its spirit. Even if it is transformed into "Tianshan Plum-Breaking Hand", it is difficult to exert its power."
The great monk sighed: "Based on the donor's cultivation, there is nothing in Liangchan Temple that can catch the donor's eye. If you only look at these footprints, the two bottles of wine are a bit expensive. The monk has not drunk the wine in Emperor Wu City for many years."
Although it was the first time he saw the man in purple, the great monk knew the identity of the man in front of him when he entered the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
Wudi City and Liangchan Temple are not far apart. They are not as far as Xitian. They are not close at all. They are thousands of miles apart.
"Monk, this is what you said." Jingzhou turned around and looked at Li Dangxin with a smile, calling the great monk who is not afraid of wine, meat and sex, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately said: "Ha, donor, The monk regrets it, so just pretend that the monk never said this."
Jingzhou pointed to the small hut in the distance with his folding fan and said, "Monk, if you say this, the water will be thrown out. Your wife doesn't know that you have hidden a lot of private money."
The great monk looked sad and said, "Donor, please tell me first."
Jingzhou asked: "I heard that you, monk, are practicing the new calendar?"
The great monk frowned. He was not even in the mood to drink anymore. He looked far away and pinched his right hand repeatedly. Finally, he simply leaned over and started drawing on the ground with his finger as a pen. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper. After a while, he said: "Almsgiver." The monk can't help."
This painting made him see that the pillars of luck in Xi Chu scattered but did not fall down, and the luck that escaped was closely related to the person in front of him. It's just that the destruction of the Western Chu country is the general trend. If this person wants to restore the Western Chu country, he is usurping heaven and rebelling against destiny. Cao Changqing has been running for the Western Chu these years, but after all, nothing has been achieved?
The compilation of almanacs must follow the laws of heaven and earth and be connected with the destiny of the world. It is not only related to the fate of the dynasty, but also involves the fate of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. It can be said to be a top priority.
Whether it is the Western Chu or the almanac, both of them are things that need not be discussed.
Even if Wang Xianzhi comes, Li Dangxin will not take a step back.
Although he had expected this result, Jingzhou still said regretfully: "Back then, you and Huang Sanjia played two games in a row, and both ended in draws. Monk, you like drawing so much, don't you want to win a game?"
The great monk shook his head.
"Then there's no need to talk?" Jing Zhou asked again.
The great monk still shook his head.
When Jingzhou saw the determination in the great monk's eyes, he knew that there was really no need to talk.
Honest people cannot be bullied, and the same applies to honest monks. Otherwise, the Bodhisattva can be kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and he can also be angry with the Vajra Buddha. He just sighed: "Since you have compiled the new calendar, you have determined that the fortune of the Liyang Dynasty has declined. Anyway, you, the monk, are really timid sometimes. You are really a scared person. It’s my wife’s. There’s no need to talk about this. Let’s change it to a simple one. Cao Changqing will follow behind. If I step forward, I guess he will come in behind.”
The great monk's face became even more bitter. If Cao Changqing came, he would most likely mention the new calendar to him.
Although Liyang Chao's luck has declined, Gu Jiantang is not dead, the six vassal kings are not dead, and the chief assistant Zhang Julu is not dead. Even if he wants to die, it will take a long time. In his opinion, even if Beiliang without Dragon Qi could achieve success, Old Western Chu could not.
Even if Western Chu can recover, so what?
In just a few years, isn’t it still difficult to escape the fate of destroying the country?
For the sake of two pots of wine and a box of rouge and gouache, the great monk finally said: "Almsgiver, things cannot be violated, so why force it? Besides, the destiny has been established, and with the Western Chu, war will inevitably occur, and the people will not be able to live. Monk After all, I am reciting the Buddha’s name.”
Jing Zhou raised his head and smiled and said: "Li Yanglong, Beiliang Python, Beimang Jiao, even without Xi Chu, the world will not be peaceful. Some people have said that the Tao and justice in this world are all false and cannot stand at all. What do you think of the test?"
The great monk, who had read all the scriptures but found no scriptures to read and had no one to argue with, remained silent. The young monk was thinking that since Tao and justice could not withstand the test, what could stand the test?
Jingzhou ignored the great monk's bitter look and added, "After Cao Changqing came, the monk sent a message to me, asking him to go to Baoguo Temple. If he waits there for a while, he can naturally meet the person he wants to see."
"Have you finished reading it?" Jing Zhou glanced at Bai Hu'er's face, who nodded.
There was a thunder and bang, and it started to rain outside the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
Then the little monk heard the words "I am not a monk, and I do not recognize Buddha." The three figures of green, white, and purple came out of the Thousand Buddha Hall, but when the rain outside fell on the three of them, they seemed to be hit by a gust of wind. The wind blew sideways.
"Is there really a glimmer of hope for success in Xichu?" The elder monk murmured, then sat down cross-legged, holding a wine bottle in one hand and holding chess pieces in the other, teaching the younger monk how to play chess.
"Master, why are you laughing again?"
"Stupid Nanbei, why are you crying if you don't laugh as a teacher? You can earn two jugs of wine and a box of rouge for nothing by passing on a single sentence. No matter how you look at it, you won't lose."
The little monk suddenly realized.
"Nan Bei, how should I tell your wife tomorrow about rouge and gouache?"
"This is what the purple-clothed benefactor gave to my wife and things."
"Um?"
"Master used the hard-earned money earned from giving lectures to buy things for his wife and things."
"Um."
