The sword and the beads are intertwined, irrespective of each other. The Taoist priest and the monk were also in a stalemate with each other, not moving at all.
Zhao Rang watched this scene with interest. The two of them started suddenly and ended suddenly.
There are many things in the world that start inexplicably, but they don't end inexplicably.
"Okay, I admit defeat."
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, the prayer beads also lost their strength and became loose.
The Taoist priest put his sword back into its sheath, and the Buddhist beads were put back on his neck by the monk.
"Amitabha, the poor monk lost."
The Taoist priest waved his hands and wanted to argue, but the monk continued:
"If you are not angry, why don't you find an outsider to comment? The authorities are obsessed with it, and neither of us can count."
The Taoist priest nodded and said:
"Good idea. But Lao Zhang is not here, and he has taken all the good guys out on the first floor. Who else can we look for?" [1]
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The monk clasped his hands together in front of his chest, then extended his right hand, pointed it toward Zhao Rang, and said:
"This young donor has been watching it for a long time, why not ask him to comment?"
The Taoist priest didn't even look at it. He just rubbed the beard on his chin and said:
"Yes. But I still have some personal matters with this young man. If you want to ask me, you have to ask me, otherwise it will be unfair!"
The Buddha has never refused to offer salvation to the world. It is naturally the same for a monk to practice Buddhism.
The monk was seen gently nodding towards the Taoist priest, and then the monk's robe was waved.
Zhao Rang felt as if he was in a trance. The monk actually stood half a foot in front of him, recited Amitabha, then clasped his hands together, saluted him, and then said politely:
"If the donor is willing, just go out of the window. If not, just close the window."
Zhao Rang said with a smile:
"Do all you monks talk like this?"
The monk explained:
"A monk never imposes anything on others. At least this is the case for young monks."
Zhao Rang asked again:
"If I really don't want to and close the window, won't you blame me?"
The monk shook his head and said:
"The young monk came to bother the donor, and he already felt very guilty. How dare he become angry again?"
Zhao Rang sighed and said:
"Even if you are telling the truth, but you are not angry, then the Taoist priest is not necessarily angry."
Zhao Rang said, jumped over the window with a slight jump.
"Amitabha, thank you so much! The donor is such a kind person!"
Zhao Rang cursed: "This monk said he wouldn't blame me, but as soon as I came out, he said I was a great good. Then if I didn't come out, wouldn't I have become a great evil? Why I never force others to do things... is all bullshit!"
The monk led Zhao Rang through the verandah to the center of the small courtyard and said:
"I would also like to ask the donor to make a judgment as to who wins and who loses, the monk just now and the Taoist priest."
The Taoist priest looked at Zhao Rang with burning eyes, as if he was extremely eager to make him say that he lost.
Zhao Rang was not that stupid. He asked to the point:
"You are a monk and you believe in Buddhism, right? You are a Taoist priest and you practice Taoism, right?"
Both the monk and the Taoist nodded.
This was an obvious thing, and the two of them didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Rang's question.
"If a person who practices Buddhism competes with others and wins or loses, will Buddha be happy? The same goes for people who practice Taoism. Didn't Taoist ancestors say that we should do good and benefit all things without fighting? Isn't it right for you to do this? Let me tell you, you both lose! Everyone Didn’t win!”
After Zhao Rang finished speaking, the Taoist priest's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he was choked to the point of being unable to speak a word.
On the contrary, the monk was more magnanimous, a look of shame immediately appeared on his face, and said:
"What the donor said is very true... the young monk did not practice enough. He read the scriptures on his lips and did not read them into his heart. Today, I have received advice from the donor. I will work hard to practice in the future, stick to my Zen mind, and will no longer be tit-for-tat with others and discuss each other's wins and losses. .”
After the monk finished speaking, the Taoist priest's open mouth also closed.
Although the two people believe in different things, all laws lead to the same goal. Neither the Buddha nor the Taoist ancestors have ever made people want to fight bravely.
"Zhao Boyi's son is indeed extraordinary!"
The Taoist priest said with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Boyi was the name of Zhao Rang's father. Zhao Rang asked in surprise:
"Does the Taoist priest know my father?"
The Taoist priest replied:
"Very familiar."
Listening to his tone, Zhao Rang felt that there must be many stories behind this familiar person, and it was definitely not as simple as a casual acquaintance. Thinking that he was still carrying a murder case that could not be cleared up, and seeing that since this Taoist priest could draw his sword casually on the first floor, he must have a transcendent status, so he thought about using him to mediate, at least not to put himself in trouble. Locked up in a golden cage like a thrush.
When I was lying on the imperial concubine's couch earlier, I certainly felt very comfortable. But the comfort of such restricted freedom, in the end, it is better to build your own steps. How can it be compared to being free and comfortable outside?
As a result, before he could say anything, the Taoist priest said first:
"I know about you, but I can't get in the way. You just said a few words to make this monk feel guilty. It shows that you are a transparent person."
Zhao Rang smiled bitterly and said:
"The master said that he only recited sutras with his mouth. Why is my transparency not just with his mouth? If I could express my thoughts beautifully, I wouldn't be anxious!"
After hearing this, the Taoist priest not only did not refute, but nodded approvingly and said:
"Not only is it transparent, but it's also very frank. But I still can't help you, so I have to apologize to you!"
Zhao Rang didn't mean to blame him at all, he shook his head and said:
"Master Taoist, you're welcome."
Zhao Rang remembered that the Taoist priest said he had personal matters with him.
Of course, private matters can only be discussed in private, and it is not considered private if there are more than two people.
There was an extra monk here, so it was definitely inconvenient, so he bowed his hands, turned around, and prepared to go back to the house and continue lying on the comfortable imperial concubine's couch.
Zhao Rang, who turned around, did not see the surprised expressions of the Taoist priest and monk behind him. They thought that even if they couldn't speak up for Zhao Rang, Zhao Rang would definitely greet them with the courtesy of a junior. I didn't expect him to be so neat and without any delay.
"Donor why don't you ask me?"
The monk's voice came from behind.
Zhao Rang stood still, turned around, and asked:
"What does master mean?"
The monk said:
"I also know the donor's father. Why doesn't the donor ask the monk?"
Zhao Rang smiled softly:
"They didn't throw me into prison, so I knew there was a lot of room for trouble. The house is so comfortable, it doesn't matter if I stay for two more days!"
The monk chanted a Buddhist name and said:
"As expected, the donor understands. Please go to the young monk's room. The young monk is willing to serve tea to the donor himself!"
Zhao Rang thought about it and sat there alone when he returned to the house. The joy of being alone is not as good as the joy of everyone, especially these two people who look extraordinary.
What Zhao Rang didn't expect was that the monk's house was right next door to his own, and he and the monk were neighbors.
Fortunately, he didn't mess around with anything strange in the room, otherwise it would be embarrassing for the monk to hear him, even though he knew his father.
There is no imperial concubine's couch in the monk's house, nor is there a stove burning olive pit charcoal or cloud-mist mountain tea.
There was only a table, a plain white tea set and four futons, but not even a bed.
Zhao Rang was curious about how he slept at night, but he remembered that when he first entered the Western Regions with the Admiralty Escort Bureau, he was so sleepy that he could sleep on a wooden box containing gold and silver. How about sleeping on a flat floor? It's not a difficult thing. What's more, this monk's martial arts skills are not low, maybe he can just sit there and adjust his breath with luck.
The three of them took off their shoes and knelt down on the futon.
Taoist An was quite used to it, but this posture made Zhao Rang uneasy.
He estimated that he would feel numbness in his legs before the tea was brewed.
You are not allowed to talk while making tea.
Zhao Rang knew this rule.
But when the monk made tea, it was like opening up a conversation box. Holding the teapot in his hand, he talked about everything from the spout to the handle, and even commented on the water droplets that splashed on the table when boiling water. He is completely different from the old master who looked mature and prudent.
"Don't be offended. The monk drinks tea just like we drink. The more we drink, the more we talk. He started by making tea, and he talked more."
The Taoist explained.
"How does the Taoist priest know that I drink?"
"Because you are Zhao Boyi's son."
"But my dad doesn't drink much?"
"That's because you never saw him drinking."
Zhao Rang was considered an old man, and Zhao Boyi was already over middle-aged when he was around. At most, he drank a few drinks as the head of the family during the May Festival, August Festival, and Spring Festival clan meetings. Zhao Rang never saw him take the initiative to drink at other times.
But since this Taoist priest said he knew his father very well, he must have been together when they were young.
"Dare to ask the chief..."
Zhao Rang found that the monk was talking to himself, completely immersed in his own world, and did not need the echo of others at all, so he concentrated on chatting with the Taoist priest, and by the way, he also wanted to find out what happened to his father when he was young.
"Haven't you seen it yet?"
The Taoist priest's sword was placed flat on the table, and the jade-colored crane hanging on the hilt hung to the side, shaking slightly.
"White Crane Mountain!"
Zhao Rang said.
He had a relationship with Xuan Lingzi from Baihe Mountain. At that time, Zhao Rang still had a good impression of this Taoist priest who had a clear distinction between love and hatred. However, he died tragically at the hands of Hong Jiang, which was also sad.
"Xuan Lingzi is my junior brother. As a junior brother, I have not been confident enough in learning Taoism since I was a child, and I have not been patient enough in martial arts. In Baihe Mountain, only those with seniority and seniority can be responsible for some unimportant things. This time It was he who insisted on going to the Lu Zu Grand Ceremony. Alas...it was also my fault. Knowing that he was not strong enough and that he was going to such a remote place in the Western Region, he still agreed. I originally thought that the Admiralty Escort Bureau would come forward, but With Jin Sanliang, the deputy chief escort, everything should be fine... Sigh!"
In just a few words, the Taoist sighed twice.
"Xuan Lingzi blames him for exaggerating for everything. It's his own fault for such a great achievement. It has nothing to do with you, but you don't have to worry about contaminating the cause and effect!"
Finally, the Taoist priest added another sentence.
Zhao Rang knew that Xuan Lingzi was the highest-ranking person in Baihe Mountain except for the "old gods" who did not leave the cave.
This Taoist priest said that he was Xuan Lingzi's senior brother. Looking at the jade-colored crane hanging on his sword, the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a token of the leader of Baihe Mountain.
"Smelly monk, did you talk too much when you were making tea, and the spittle flew into it? Why does this tea taste so strange?"
