Seeing that the red sun was already in the sky, he said: "Monk, I still have official duties, and I am not as knowledgeable as you. Get out of the way quickly, don't delay our official duties!"
But the Budai monk said: "The mountain monk also has business here, so please take a detour."
From the county seat to Yuelin Temple, this is the only road closest.
It can only be reached by detouring through other roads in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
At this time, because both sides blocked the road, people going north and south were forced to stop, and more and more people were watching.
The general didn't want to get entangled with this crazy monk anymore, so he asked patiently: "Monks are doing business in the temple, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha. What's going on with you sleeping in the middle of the road?"
The Budai monk picked up his cloth bag and said, "The mountain monk is here to beg for alms!"
Those who gathered around to watch the excitement were amused by him.
A bold man said: "Monk, that is not alms, but bandits robbing the road."
The Budai monk said seriously: "You are a bandit who robs people of some money in the deep mountains and green forests, and injures many lives. If you rob a government office and kill people without blinking, you will become a hero. So I, the monk, also want to learn from it."
The general knew in his heart that he was sarcastic again, but he couldn't get angry in front of everyone, so he wanted to send him away as soon as possible, saying: "Monk, what is your fate? I will give you some scraps of silver, and you can go back to the temple to do business." "
Monk Budai said: "The mountain monks accept alms from all comers. They are as big as a temple or as small as a hair. We accept them all!"
At this time, the town general understood that this crazy monk was here specifically to prevent him from going to Yuelin Temple!
He smiled coldly and said, "Monk, your luck is too great. I'm afraid your bag won't be able to hold it and you won't be able to take it with you!"
The Budai monk raised his cloth bag and said, "Even if it is all the mountains, rivers, forests, fields and seas of Fenghua, the Mountain Monk can carry it all in one bag."
At this time, a country lady who went to the city to sell eggs squeezed in. He said in a daze: "Please be kind and get out of the way. If the delay continues, the market will be closed and my old woman will not be able to sell her eggs."
The town general looked at the basket of eggs carried by the old woman and said, "Monk, don't you accept alms from anyone who comes? Do you want the eggs?"
Budai monk actually said: "Yes, yes! Chickens lay eggs, and eggs hatch chickens. There are endless possibilities. Maybe a temple can be hatched."
The general said fiercely: "Yes, I will help you and see how you build a temple!"
As he said that, the town general brought his cloth bag and forcibly snatched the old woman's egg basket. Regardless of whether it was broken or broken, he dumped the basket of eggs into the cloth bag...
"Ping ping ping ping pong" after the sound of eggs breaking, the town general kicked the cloth bag twice, then threw it heavily in front of the cloth bag monk, and laughed and said: "Monk, take it home and hatch the chicks!"
But the Budai monk was not impatient. He held up the Budai with both hands and said seriously:
The universe of chaos is packaged in a shell,
It has no skin, bones or hair.
The mountain monk went to the Western Heaven,
Avoid being stabbed in the human world.
After reciting the gatha, he opened the mouth of the cloth bag, and a group of plump chicks flew out of the cloth bag!
They were hovering above the heads of the generals and soldiers while pooping, leaving their heads and bodies covered with dirty and smelly chicken droppings...
The soldiers became confused and fled.
A chicken landed on the head of the general's horse and stretched out its pointed beak to kick its eyes.
The war horse was frightened and ran away, neighing.
The angry town general snatched the bag from the monk and burned it, saying viciously: "I'll let you do mischief! I'll let you do mischief! I'll burn your rag bag to ashes to see if you still do mischief! "
Although the bag was reduced to ashes, the mount was lost and covered in stinking chicken excrement. The soldiers were also frightened and confused, so the general and his party had no choice but to return in embarrassment.
Yuelin Temple finally escaped disaster.
The cloth bag of the Budai monk had obviously been burned in public by the town general, but the next day, he still carried a cloth bag on the head of his staff.
Did he sew a new one, or did he have a spare? But why is this bag exactly the same as the original one?
…
In Fenghua County, there is a tall stone arch bridge lying across the county river, connecting the two sides. Budai monk often comes here to rest or watch the scenery. If it was summer, he would lie on the bridge at night and fully enjoy the coolness of the river breeze.
That day, he stood idle on the bridge again, and at the first glance he saw Lu Sheng again - another person who often visited the stone arch bridge.
However, I am not like the Budai monk, who has nothing to do. He is here to paint.
However, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is worse than Budai monk.
Lu Sheng is another strange person in Fenghua City.
After he was born in his mother's womb, before he learned to walk, he began to draw, painting fish, birds, flowers and grass, mountains, water and landscapes. The fish seemed to swim, the birds seemed to sing, and the flowers and plants seemed to exude a light. of fragrance.
I plan to sell an old bamboo shoot, but the new bamboo shoots in the market are as cheap as mud.
In those turbulent years, drawing cakes could not satisfy hunger, and the fields drawn on paper would not grow food. So, he painted his parents to death - he was so angry to death by this prodigal son:
He painted all the family property - he replaced it with paint, paper and pen:
He was so homeless that he entered the Yuelin Temple, so they took him in compassionately.
Although he wore a monk's robe, he did not shave his head; he lived in a dormitory in the monastery, but did not meditate and chant sutras. He still painted his paintings every day - in ancient times, many impoverished and down-and-out scholars lived in monasteries in this way.
On this day, Lu Sheng drew a landscape, a landscape of a stone arch bridge: It was just when the sun was setting in the west, and the sunset was splashing on the ripples of the county river, and there were flame-like waves undulating on the river; Draped on the bridge arch, the big stone bridge was filled with light and appeared vivid, like a rainbow falling on the river bank; under the bridge arch, a small boat came downstream, and the boatman looked leisurely and contented, as if he was more at ease than a god. , on the top of the stone arch bridge, a white horse leaped with its front hooves, its long mane flying, and was neighing...
Lu Sheng was very satisfied and wrote a poem on the painting:
Driving a stone and flying across the beam, a rainbow appears, and the black dragon wakes up and rubs its back against the sky.
Just as he was about to continue writing, someone behind him suddenly chanted: "The boat is carrying haze, and the horses are galloping as fast as the wind."
It's Budai, and only Budai monk can speak so openly.
The dull-witted Lu Sheng said: "The first line, 'Smoke on an empty ship,' is so elegant, but 'War horses galloping with hooves' is so vulgar! It's hard to reconcile the two. It's not good, it's not good."
But the Budai monk said: "Okay, you don't have the final say. Listen, the sound of horse hooves is coming!"
Sure enough, the sound of "Dede" horse hooves sounded on the bridge.
Of course, it wasn't the horse in Lu Sheng's painting that came to life, but the Lord Commander came riding a white horse.
As soon as the Lord Commander saw the Budai monk, an unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart. He clamped his legs on the horse stirrups, and the spurs on the stirrups hurt the war horse, and the war horse suddenly jumped forward...
However, the town general who rode on a rampage did not knock down the Budai monk, but knocked Lu Sheng's easel away and broke it into pieces.
The landscape painting of the stone arch bridge was naturally fluttering like fallen leaves and was trampled into disarray by horse hooves.
Lu Sheng was a painting fanatic and only had eyes for painting. Now he saw that his hard work was wasted for no reason. He didn't care about anything and suddenly jumped in front of the horse, spread his arms and blocked the way of the general!
Lu Sheng, a weak scholar, tried to stop a fat and strong war horse, which was like a mantis using his arms as a chariot.
Fortunately, the war horse of the general was very humane. When it suddenly saw a person appearing in front of it, just like that time when it refused to step on the Budai monk, the man stood up on its front hooves and stopped in its tracks.
The town general on horseback learned the lesson from last time. Although he was in a hurry and looked embarrassed, he was not knocked down after all.
It is said that when a scholar encounters a soldier, there is no reason to explain. Lu Sheng didn't care about all this. He grabbed the reins and shouted loudly: "Your horse hit my easel and trampled on my painting. You have to compensate me." !”
The general's anger had nowhere to vent, and he was frightened by this painting idiot. He raised the rein in his hand and whipped Lu Sheng headlong and face--
"Bah!"
A blood-red rainbow immediately appeared on Lu Sheng's face. He was frightened. Although he let go of the horse's rein, he still said: "You destroyed my painting, you must compensate me."
The general saw that the scholar was like a stupid goose, and he was beaten to a bloody head, but he still thought about the painting. Is there something strange about the painting?
He jumped off his horse and said to Bingben behind him: "Go and pick up that painting for me. I want to see what it is!"
The crumpled landscape painting appeared in front of the town general. He took a look and said: "Bah, I thought it was some kind of treasure. Isn't it just this broken stone bridge? I have to walk eighteen miles a day on this bridge. Damn, what’s so rare! Moreover, your painting doesn’t look like it. It’s obviously a blue-grey stone bridge, but you painted it fiery red, as if it’s on fire. Have any of you ever seen a stone burning?”
The onlookers laughed mockingly.
The general became even more enthusiastic and continued to comment: "Look, this old man on the boat didn't rock the oars or hold the rudder. He just let the boat drift. Wouldn't it hit a rock or be stranded? Bah, bah! It's just a waste of pen, ink, paper and inkstone." If you draw me like this, not only will I not pay you, but you will also have to pay me a blank piece of paper!"
The town general spoke highly of the painting, which left Lu Sheng dumbfounded and speechless. He didn't know how to defend himself. Now he had begun to understand the situation of a scholar meeting a soldier.
The town general was about to throw the painting to the ground when he suddenly saw the white horse on the bridge arch. His expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "How dare you, a mad man, to mock this general! Come here! Tie him up and take him back to the military camp!"
In the blink of an eye, Lu Sheng, who had no strength to tie up a chicken, was tied into a rice dumpling by the soldiers.
He didn't understand how he had ridiculed the general, and said aggrievedly: "Although the young man has little talent and mediocre painting skills, he has never ridiculed the general."
The town general first glared at Budai Monk fiercely, then pointed to the neighing horse on the painting, and said: "The horse you painted and my general's horse are both white, but there is no general riding on it. Your It means that it knocked the general off his horse and ran away. Isn't this deliberately sarcastic and sarcastic?"
"This, this, this is nothing!"
"You are not mocking horses and oxen, but you are mocking me as a general who is not worthy of riding this tall horse! Is it true that only you scholars and high-ranking officials who study can sit on the horse and ride the horse?"
"This..." Lu Sheng really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Alas, no wonder people say that when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain.
"Come on, take this arrogant scholar back to the barracks. I want to see how many eyes his Lord Ma has!"
Once taken to that tiger's den and wolf's den, poor Lu Sheng would probably be in bad luck.
Just as the general was about to get on his horse, the Budai monk seemed to be saying to himself: "A broken ship has no rudder, and a wild horse has no rider. A young horse is afraid of the flames of war, and the ship will capsize you."
The general was stunned, because he had experienced hundreds of battles and knew how important a well-trained war horse was to a knight. On the battlefield, your life is often determined by your war horse!
The town general looked at Lu Sheng's painting again and felt that the horse in the painting was restless and unruly, just like a raw foal. If he rode such a horse in the battlefield, he would definitely die.
How could such a wild colt compare to my own wind-chasing war horse! However, he would never admit that he wrongly blamed Lu Sheng and released him in vain.
When he was in a dilemma, Budai monk reached out to take the painting, looked at it, and said: "The horse is a steed, but it is a pity that he did not meet Bole. If someone subdues this horse, he will be a true hero!"
The town general couldn't help but feel excited: all the fine war horses turned out to be wild and violent wild horses. Subduing fierce horses and conquering women are all heroic feats.
At this time, Budai monk lost no time and said: "Lu Sheng, why did you only draw the general's horse and not the general on the horse? Is it not finished yet?"
Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something, Budai monk didn't allow him to speak, and then said: "Come on, come on, hurry up and draw the general, the fierce horse hero, then it will be complete."
However, Lu Sheng has been tied up, how can he write a painting? The Budai monk looked at the general and said, "The painting is not finished yet, so it cannot be considered a satire on the general. You can't just look at the white cloth and say it's a funeral, right?"
The town general waved his hand and said: "Let him go for now. If he doesn't draw well, he will be punished more severely!"
The soldiers untied Rikuo. Although he was a little dull due to his obsession with painting, he also understood that the Budai monk was trying to save his life, so he seriously added a little man to the painting - a man on a horse who was somewhat similar to the general. The little man on the back.
However, this is the real superfluous thing - the originally harmonious picture became very funny because of the forced addition of a character.
Especially that high-spirited horse with a rider on its back, just like an old bird's nest growing out of a beautiful woman's bun. It's as ugly as it is ugly, and it's disgusting!
Although the general didn't understand painting, he felt very awkward. He couldn't explain the specific reason, so he found a random reason and reprimanded Lu Sheng: "Why did you make this general feel so uncomfortable? Do I look like a Yakuza?" Really? Also, I am a tall, six-foot tall man, why did you draw me so shrunken?"
Just as Lu Sheng was about to say something, the Budai monk interrupted and said, "The general wants someone tall and mighty, so why don't you just draw a new one?"
Lu Sheng took out a new piece of paper and painted the general's portrait again, but the general said, "This piece of paper is still too small. How can you draw my six-foot figure?"
Lu Sheng said: "In our paintings, we all see the big from the small, and the paper is thousands of miles long."
The town general glanced at Budai Monk out of the corner of his eye, and deliberately made things difficult for Lu Sheng, saying, "I want you to draw as tall as me."
"But this is a four-foot piece of drawing paper, which is already the largest." Lu Sheng said awkwardly.
"Then you draw a six-foot-tall me on this four-foot piece of paper." The town general coughed majestically, and then said, "Hurry up and draw. If you can't draw it, be careful with your head!"
How to draw a six-foot-tall portrait with a four-foot length? Isn't this deliberately looking for trouble and killing Lu Sheng?
The town general tilted his head towards the monk with a cloth bag, and said to his heart: Aren't you a man of great powers? Let's see how you solve this deadlock!
The Budai monk didn't seem to be aware of the town general's plan, and just urged Lu Sheng to draw quickly. Lu Sheng said, "I can't draw it."
Budai monk said: "Then you can just draw a simple one."
Lu Sheng smiled bitterly: "It's simple, four feet can't be turned into six feet!"
The Budai monk said strangely: "Master Zhenjiang's six-foot figure is also grown up since childhood. You can draw a small one first, maybe it will grow into one!"
Lu Sheng had no choice but to draw a portrait of a general on a four-foot paper. However, although he was painted with a calm and upright attitude, he was only four feet long, which was a full calf length shorter than the real person.
The general shouted loudly: "Come here!"
Bingben: "Yes!"
General: "Tie up this madman again!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Budai monk spread his arms and inserted himself between Bingben and Lu Sheng, smiling and saying, "Don't be anxious. The mountain monk said that the general has grown up since he was a child, and this painting will also grow up. "
The purpose of the general making things difficult for Lu Sheng is to lure Monk Budai to show up.
Now that Budai monk couldn't help but show off, he waved his hand and asked his subordinate Bingben to let Rikuo go.
He smiled coldly and said, "Budai monk, I would like to take a closer look at how you can make a four-foot portrait grow to six feet!"
Budai monk said calmly: "To grow taller, people need to eat and sleep. For portraits to grow taller, they also need to supplement some nutrition and sleep for a while."
People didn't believe the crazy words of Budai monk.
Even Lu Sheng, who was famous for his whimsical thoughts and fantasies, shook his head and sighed: Alas, his life was ruined in the hands of this crazy monk!
Under the watchful eyes of the people, the Budai monk put the portrait into his cloth bag, holding it in his hands and shaking it back and forth like he was putting a child to sleep...
After the clip, he gently pulled the portrait out of the bag——
However, his magical bag did not change the length of the drawing paper at all. When it went in, it was four feet, and when it came out, it was only two and a half feet!
The general held the drawing paper in his hand and said with a ferocious smile: "Budai monk, how dare you tease me! What should I do?"
The Budai monk said with a smile: "General, take a closer look. If you are less than six feet tall in the painting, the mountain monk would be willing to have your head chopped off by you."
"This is what you said. When the time comes, don't blame this general for being ruthless!"
The Budai monk was confident and said, "Please take a look at the painting first."
The town general unfolded the portrait and couldn't help being shocked and angry! It turned out that after being stored in a cloth bag, his standing statue turned into a kneeling figure.
"Haha..." The crowd of people watching laughed happily.
"You...you...you..." The general's face turned into cooked pork liver - his color changed with anger.
Budai monk smiled and said: "I...I...I, I have made you six feet tall in the painting. If you don't believe me, just measure it. You are six feet tall, but after you kneel down, you become only four feet tall." ”
The general stared, speechless. Angrily, he took the cloth bag from the monk again, had his soldiers stuff it with stones, and threw it into the turbulent county river...
