The waiter was also happy. He looked at the little monk in front of him and said with a smile: "Although I don't believe in Buddhism, I am still willing to form a good relationship. I can give you a bowl of tea, little monk. This is nothing to me, but she can't ." After speaking, he pointed at the woman in the pink fringed skirt.
The young monk was surprised at first after hearing what the second brother said. Then he looked at the woman with a tangled face and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the young monk is not familiar with this girl. The donor is willing to give alms to the young monk. The young monk is naturally grateful for the boss's kindness and chants sutras for the boss every day. Praying for blessings, whether you give alms to a girl or not depends on the donor, not the young monk.”
After listening to the young monk's words, the woman looked at the young monk with a beautiful face and said angrily: "You are such a mortal, you actually said that you are not familiar with me, then what do you think my name is?"
Little monk Liao Fan's facial features were tangled together as he stared at the pink woman and hesitated to speak.
The pink woman pinched her waist and glared at the little monk: "Little bald donkey, you have to think clearly. Monks do not lie. If you lie, you will violate the Buddhist precepts. Think clearly."
Liao Fan paused and said, "The female donor's name is Yan Yu."
Yan Yu looked at the second brother proudly: "Brother, you have seen that I know the name of the little bald donkey, and the little bald donkey also knows the name of this girl. He said that we are not familiar with each other. Do you believe it?"
The waiter nodded unusually calmly: "I believe it."
Yan Yu's expression condensed: "I'm not familiar with him, how did he know that my name is Yan Yu? For such an impure young monk, you are still willing to give him tea?"
The second brother said matter-of-factly: "Young lady, I know your name is Yan Yu now. Are you familiar with me? If you want to drink tea, pay for it. If you don't drink, don't block other customers. There are still things to do in the store." Business."
Yan Yu pointed at the waiter: "You...you..." He didn't say anything for a long time.
Liao Fan clasped his hands together: "Thank you so much, donor."
This interesting pair looked at Liu Mingzhi and wanted to laugh. They were surprised by the waiter's boldness, especially the tangled look on Yan Yu's face: "Pfft." Liu Mingzhi couldn't help laughing.
Yan Yu was offended now. Yan Yu sat carelessly across from Liu Mingzhi, ignoring Liu Sandao, Song Zhong, Qi Yun and Liu Song, and looked at Liu Mingzhi with bared teeth and claws: "Hey, what are you laughing at? Is this girl so funny?"
"Well, girl, does the Dragon Dynasty have a clear law that prohibits laughing in restaurants?"
"No."
"Does the restaurant owner have a rule that you are not allowed to laugh in the restaurant?"
"This, neither."
Liu Mingzhi said matter-of-factly: "Since there are no rules, then, girl, what's wrong with smiling?"
Yan Yu thought for a while but couldn't figure out the reason, so she said savagely: "I don't care, you just can't laugh."
Little monk Liao Fan came over after drinking the tea given by the waiter: "Miss Yan, please stop making things difficult for this young master. Is it possible that Miss Yan can control the happiness, anger, sorrow and joy of the people in the world?"
"Okay, let's forget it if the little bald donkey doesn't help me, but he actually helps outsiders bully me."
The young monk's face became tangled again: "Miss Yan, I have only known you for two days. Speaking of which, I am also an outsider and we are not familiar with each other."
"Well, you little bald donkey, who found the medicine for you when you were injured? Now you're calling me an outsider."
"The young monk was trying to save Miss Yan from being injured. The cycle of cause and effect is that the young monk saved Miss Yan because of the cause, and Miss Yan helped the young monk find medicinal materials to treat her. This is the effect."
"Hey, I'm afraid this little master has misunderstood the girl. What I'm angry about is not that you speak for me, but that you actually said that you are an outsider. Maybe the girl wants you to be an insider? Little Master Say yes." Liu Mingzhi made a half-hearted joke.
Not only Liu Mingzhi laughed, but Liu Sandao and Song Zhong also laughed, and they laughed out loud.
Qi Yun also snorted, as if she didn't expect Liu Mingzhi to be so venomous. It was too much to make a joke about a monk and a girl who had not left the palace.
Liao Fan's handsome face was tangled up again: "Donor is joking."
On the contrary, Yan Yu did not dare to look at Liu Mingzhi anymore: "This man has such vicious eyes that he knows everything he thinks." Unknowingly, Yan Yu's face turned red as if it were rouge.
"Little Master, if tea doesn't quench your thirst, why not sit down and have a drink? This is good stuff." Liu Sandao teased Liao Fan.
Little monk Liao Fan silently recited Amitabha: "This donor is joking. Monks have a commandment not to drink alcohol."
Liu Mingzhi picked up the wine jar, found an empty bowl and poured a bowl of wine: "Little Master, I heard that monks have all four elements. Since all four elements are empty, what's the difference if it's wine or water?" He pointed to the bowl. Jiu Liumingzhi joked: "Little Master said it was wine, and I said it was water. I don't know if Little Master is empty or not?"
The young monk Liao Fan was stunned. He felt that there was a divergence in the concept of life. Since the four elements of a monk are empty, what difference does it make if it is wine or water? Everything is empty, but drinking wine does violate the Buddhist precepts. He struggled for a while, and then Little monk Fan showed a hint of understanding, picked up the wine bowl on the table and drank it all in one gulp: "The donor is right, it's empty."
Maybe he drank too much, or the young monk had never drank before, and his face suddenly turned rosy. Several people first looked at young monk Fan in astonishment, and then looked at Liu Mingzhi in disbelief, surprised by how powerful his mouth was. You can tell the monk that he violated the Buddhist precepts but it's natural.
Qi Yun looked at Liu Mingzhi strangely and wondered to herself, could it be that this dandy boy also understood Buddhist mottos.
The most incredible person is Yan Yu, she understands best how rigid the little monk is.
"If you, young master, are not in a hurry to indulge in worldly things, how about you sit down and have a chat?"
The little monk Liao Fan, whose face was red, said: "Amitabha." Then he sat down cross-legged.
"If my little master doesn't study Buddhism in a Buddhist temple, how can he practice in the world?"
"The abbot of the temple told the young monk that most of the learned people in the world are in the world. It is better to sit in the temple for ten years than to travel in the world for one year. The abbot told the young monk that the Zen of the young monk is in the world, so the young monk came.
"In this case, my little master's Zen is in this world, and Dangyang Academy is also in this world. Why don't you come to Dangyang Academy to talk about it in your spare time? Liu Mingzhi would like to ask my little master a few questions."
Liao Fan clasped his hands together and said, "The donor is joking. The donor's Zen is more profound than the young monk's. How dare the young monk do anything he wants to do?"
"Then how about being free again today, little master?"
"Amitabha, the donor said it was empty, and it was empty."
Liu Mingzhi divided the last bit of wine in the wine jar into five bowls: "Two eldest brothers, Qi Liang, and little brother, how about we empty it with the little master?"
"When empty."
"Me too."
"Where's mine? I want to drink too." Yan Yu looked at the empty wine jar with a dejected look on her face.
"It's dangerous for girls to drink. You'd better drink tea." Liu Mingzhi took the wine jar from Yan Yu's hand.
"I carry my knife for my friends. I have carried it for seven years. I may carry it for another seven years. I may carry it until I die, or I may not carry it today." Liu Sandao suddenly put down his wine bowl and said inexplicably.
"I have been carrying my coffin for ten years. I don't know how many more years I will have to fight for it. Maybe I won't fight it today."
Liu Sandao looked directly at Song Zhong: "I have always used other people's weapons. I can't use your coffin. The man who carried the sword finally stopped carrying the sword. He has never given up the name of the sword. Liu Sandao is willing to fight against the coffin with his own body."
"A coffin is a coffin." The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Liu Mingzhi looked at Liu Sandao and Song Zhong blindly, why are these two people crazy?
Qi Yun stood up and subconsciously protected Liu Mingzhi's body, looking at the two of them with unkind eyes.
Monk Liaofan said the Buddha's name without any sadness or joy.
