Wang Lun immediately drank a full bowl and said: "This matter was done abruptly. Brother Lu has a broad mind. Wang Lun admires him."
Lu Zhishen waved his hand, but he didn't care. He was about to invite Wang Lun and others to continue drinking, but he only heard crows cawing, and among the twenty or thirty people waiting in the garden, some were tapping their teeth, and some were pointing to the ground. The one who spits is still mumbling.
When Lu Zhishen saw them making trouble, he said, "What kind of trouble are you making?"
One person said: "The crow crows for fear of having a mouth."
Lu Zhishen asked curiously: "Is there such a thing?"
Lu Qian laughed at the side and said: "People from the Central Plains do have such statements. They are all superstitious words. Master, don't worry about it."
Another person said: "There were no crows in this garden originally, but a pair flew in from somewhere in the past few days and made a nest on the green poplar tree in the corner."
Another person said: "It's annoying to hear it calling. Why don't we move a ladder and demolish the nest."
As everyone said this, they went to look for the ladder noisily, but Lu Zhishen said, "Who can wait patiently for you to move the ladder?"
As Lu Zhishen said this, he got up and walked towards the green poplar tree. Wang Lun and others also got up and followed behind.
Wang Lun saw that the branches of the weeping willow tree were lush and tall, and he thought that Lu Zhishen really wanted to uproot the tree. How much effort would it take to uproot such a big tree? Isn't this impossible for human power? It can be done.
But I saw Lu Zhishen walking under the tree, walking around the tree, saying goodbye to each other again, suddenly bending down, with his right hand on the bottom and his left hand on the top. He stretched his waist and let out a drink. Everyone was stunned. , with one lift and pull, half of the tree's roots were pulled out of the soil.
Lu Zhishen knocked the tree down again and shouted: "Someone, please tear down this crow's nest and move it elsewhere."
Everyone was dumbfounded. The twenty or thirty people in the garden had already knelt on the ground. They just kowtowed and shouted: "Master is not a mortal, he must be the lower realm of the real Arhat. He does not have the strength of tens of millions of kilograms." , how to pull it out."
Wang Lun and Lin Chong also looked at each other, thinking that they would never have such strength. This Lu Zhishen was really born with divine power.
Shi Qian quickly stepped forward, took down the crow's nest from the tree, and handed it over to others, who tremblingly moved the nest to another place.
Lu Zhishen, with one more force, straightened the tree, then had people dig up the soil again and compact it. He clapped his hands and returned to the table without taking a breath.
Xu Ning, Lu Qian and others all praised Lu Zhishen as a god, but Lu Zhishen just laughed and didn't care at all, as if he had just pulled out a weed in the garden.
From then on, Wang Lun believed that there really was such a powerful person in the world, and he was definitely not just talking nonsense like a novelist. He sighed in his heart that Mr. Shi was sincere and did not deceive me.
Ping'er had just looked at the flowers that were easily fading. Now she calmed down and said, "Then how did the master get here?"
Lu Zhishen took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "It's a long story."
It turned out that Lu Zhishen had only lived in the temple every day since he became a monk in Wenshu Monastery. However, after all, Lu Zhishen was born in the military and was used to being rude in daily life. Wenshu Monastery was a pure place of Buddhism with many rules. So what about Lu Zhishen? If you can bear it, there are monks in the temple who remind you from time to time that Lu Zhishen also goes in through the left ear and out through the right ear. It's not that he doesn't want to remember it, but he really can't remember it.
Lu Zhishen lived in Wenshu Monastery for more than half a month. None of the rules in the temple were observed. The monks were annoyed and afraid of him, so they went to the headmaster Zhizhen every day to complain.
However, Elder Zhizhen defended Lu Zhishen in a different way. He warned the monks in the temple not to embarrass Lu Zhishen. The monks did not dare to say anything in front of the elder, but they had deep resentment towards Lu Zhishen. They all wanted to find an opportunity to kill Lu Zhishen immediately. Lu Zhishen was expelled from the temple.
On this day, Lu Zhishen was really bored in the temple, so he wanted to take a walk outside the temple. Lu Zhishen walked out of the mountain gate and walked to the pavilion on the middle of the mountain. He sat on a stool in the pavilion. He couldn't help but feel depressed, thinking of his usual drinking and eating. Meat, calling friends, talking loudly, how relaxing and satisfying it is.
But now he is confined in this temple, accompanying the ancient Buddha with green lanterns every day, traveling with straw mats and wooden fish. The monks in the temple are all taciturn, dull and weird. Not to mention drinking and eating meat, they are not even able to talk. No, it really means suffocating people to death.
When Lu Zhishen was feeling depressed, he suddenly saw a man far down the mountain, carrying a bucket with a wine gourd hanging on the side of the bucket, walking up the mountain step by step.
The man was carrying a bucket, fanning himself with a broken straw hat in his hand, and sang in his mouth: "On the battlefield in front of Jiuli Mountain, the shepherd boy found old swords and guns. The wind blowing the water of Wujiang River is like Yu Ji's farewell to the overlord."
The man carried his burden into the pavilion, put down his burden, and also enjoyed the shade in the pavilion.
Lu Zhishen looked at the load and asked, "Brother, what's in your bucket?"
The man smiled and said, "Pretend to be a good drinker."
Lu Zhishen had already smelled the aroma of wine. Just now he was worried that he couldn't drink it. Now it was delivered to his door, so he hurriedly asked: "How much does a barrel cost?"
When the man saw that he was a monk, there was no way he was willing to sell wine to him. He also saw that Lu Zhishen looked ferocious, and he was frightened. He picked up the burden and wanted to leave the pavilion.
Lu Zhishen stepped forward, grabbed the burden, and said, "You, I bought you wine, and it's not like I didn't give you money, so why did you run away?"
The man selling the wine struggled to leave, but couldn't move even half a step, so he had to say: "You monk, it makes no sense. This wine is sold to pilgrims who come to the temple to offer incense. You are a monk, how can you drink like this?" liquor.
Furthermore, Elder Zhizhen, the leader of the temple, has a strict order. If I sell wine to the monks in this temple, I will drive the villain out and I will never come to the temple to sell wine again. If I sell this wine to you, won’t my life be ruined? count. "
Lu Zhishen saw that this man was not taking any trouble, so he asked, "Are you serious that you won't sell it?"
The man said: "You really can't sell it."
Lu Zhishen ignored him again, lifted the burden with one hand, and pushed the man over with the other. The man fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
Lu Zhishen lifted the wine barrel, opened the lid, filled the wine with a gourd, and drank. While drinking, the man sat on the ground, complaining in his heart, but did not dare to come forward to argue, so he could only watch Zhishen drink.
Lu Zhishen drank a bucket of wine in a moment and felt much better before he said to the man, "Come to the temple tomorrow and pay you back for the wine."
The man didn't dare to ask for money for the wine, so he had no choice but to endure it and divided the remaining barrel of wine into two half barrels, grabbed the wine ladle and flew down the mountain.
Lu Zhishen sat in the pavilion for another half day. When he was blown by the cool breeze from the mountain, he was overcome by alcohol. He felt that his whole body was hot, so he took off his monk's clothes, tied them around his waist, and returned to the temple shirtless.
Lu Zhishen returned to the mountain gate. The two young monks guarding the gate saw that Lu Zhishen was naked, with green embroidery on his body. He was swaying and smelling of alcohol. They knew he must be drunk.
A young monk shouted: "You are a disciple of Buddhism, how dare you get drunk. Buddhism is very strict. There is a ban in the temple. Monks who drink alcohol must wear a forty Zen stick. I advise you to go down the mountain quickly to avoid being beaten."
Lu Zhishen had a hot temper and was very skilled in martial arts, so everyone always respected him. Even in the Jinglue Mansion, Jinglue treated him politely. He had never been reprimanded by others. It was always him who lectured. Jia was drunk at this time and couldn't hear good or bad words. He was so angry that he shouted: "Straight mother-in-law, you dare to hit the house, I will fight you today."
After Lu Zhishen said this, he raised his fist and hit the door. The two young monks saw that the momentum was not right. One ran into the temple to report the news, and the other reached out to stop him. Lu Zhishen just slapped him and knocked him to the ground.
Lu Zhishen staggered into the temple. The temple supervisor had received the news and hurriedly found someone to stop him. Most of the monks in the temple also practiced martial arts on weekdays. At this time, twenty or thirty monks each holding sticks and rulers came out. , happened to bump into Lu Zhishen.
When Lu Zhishen saw someone coming to fight, he was immediately overjoyed. He roared loudly, but then there was a thunderbolt on the ground, frightening the twenty or thirty monks, who were already timid in their hearts.
Lu Zhishen strode into the crowd, grabbed a long stick, and wielded it. How could these many monks be Lu Zhishen's opponents? In a moment, Lu Zhishen beat them to stagger and fled in all directions, from the mountain gate to the main hall.
While the fight was going on, Elder Zhizhen, the leader of the courtyard, received the report and hurried over. Seeing that Lu Zhishen was still chasing the monks around, he shouted: "Zhishen must not be rude!"
Lu Zhishen fought for half a day and was sweating all over. He also woke up from the wine. He recognized that Elder Zhizhen had arrived. Lu Zhishen was not counted among the others, but he only respected Elder Zhizhen. He quickly threw his long stick and saluted Elder Zhizhen: " I drank wine at home and did not hinder others, so I don’t know why they hit me.”
Elder Zhizhen remained calm and said, "Go and sleep. Come to the abbot tomorrow to find me."
Lu Zhishen muttered to himself: "If it weren't for the sake of the elders, I would beat you bald donkeys to death."
Lu Zhishen staggered back to the monastery, fell asleep and fell asleep. However, many deacons and monks in the temple surrounded Elder Zhizhen and told him that Lu Zhishen would be kicked out because he was so rude, had no monks' rules, and broke the rules of the temple.
Elder Zhizhen said: "Zhishen came to the temple for the first time. He didn't know the rules. He just taught him slowly. Although he behaves rudely now, he will get good results in the future. Don't provoke him in the future."
After saying this, Elder Zhizhen went back to the abbot, leaving all the ministers behind and could only shake his head and sigh.
When Lu Zhishen sobered up the next day, he also regretted his behavior and went to the abbot Zhizhen's place to apologize to him.
Elder Zhizhen asked Lu Zhishen to sit down, looked at Lu Zhishen for a while, and said, "Headmaster Lu Zhilu of the Dali Vajra Sect, who are you?"
Lu Zhishen raised his head and said, "It's my late father."
Elder Zhizhen said again: "Then do you know who I am?"
Lu Zhishen said: "Elder Zhizhen, the leader of this temple."
Elder Zhizhen smiled and said: "I became a monk not in Wenshu Monastery, but in Shaolin Temple. Your father Lu Zhi is my uncle."
Lu Zhishen couldn't help but be surprised and asked: "Is my father your uncle?"
