"Oh! It smells so good! Murakami-kun, I can smell this scent of venison from so far away! It makes me so hungry that I feel like I'm getting hungry. You know, this winter snow stewed venison is so delicate. Delicious, nourishing and nourishing, combined with the pleasant fragrance of rice, the taste is truly one of a kind!…”
"Ha! Watanabe-kun, you, a monk from a large temple in Kyoto, actually like to eat venison?..."
"Hey! What's wrong with the monks? Can't monks eat meat? Monks don't eat meat. This is the Sutra of the Tang Dynasty. Our Miao Court is a Tantra! The founder of Fu Ju Vajra is the most pure master. It is the true transmission of the Xitan Tantra. It was only then that I founded the lineage of Tiantai Tantric Buddhism. And the word 'Cheng' in my name is also passed down from Master Zui Cheng!..."
A small bonfire was lit on the icy snowfield, and a simple tent was built in a low-lying area leeward. Several Japanese warriors were busy sorting out the camp, while Korean sailors were collecting branches and dead grass. In the middle of this small camp, a large open iron pot was hanging on the stand of the campfire. The iron pot slowly melted the winter snow, and the aroma of meat gradually wafted out.
At this moment, the two leaders of the ocean boat, Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, and Murakami Kitichi, the boat leader, were sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, smelling the warm aroma, and chatting in a rare and relaxing way.
"Huh? Watanabe-kun, you are talking about one thing after another. What kind of wonderful court is it and what kind of Tiantai Tantric Buddhism is it? It sounds very bluffing... But I heard that the master of the town hall temple said that eating meat will make you happy. What kind of meat-eating is excessive? This is the habit of Rakshasa demons. Even after death, they will fall into the lower realms!..."
"Haha! Rakshasa evil ghost? Fall into the evil realm?..."
Hearing this, Monk Soldier Watanabe Masumi curled his lips in disdain. He opened the pot, looked at the venison tumbling in the pot, stirred it with a shaved branch, took out a handful of coarse salt and sprinkled it in, then turned around and smiled.
"Murakami, you are a local samurai from Ezo, what do you know about Buddhism? I have great compassion. I accept everything I do with great compassion, recite mantras and scriptures, and transcend all living beings who have special karma with me... So... , as long as I am compassionate and chant sutras to save this deer!...Amitabha! Come on, deer, go away! I will save you, but you give up my flesh, haha!..."
"Uh! Watanabe, what kind of evil Tantric Buddhism are you talking about? I really don't understand... But I have never seen eminent monks in other temples drinking and eating meat as happily as you! Could it be that in those big temples in Kyoto? Are all the eminent monks like you, who indulge in both food and wine and kill people without restraint?..."
"Hey! I am a monk soldier. I kill people to defend Buddhism and eliminate demons for the Buddha. That is to say, I kill for the eminent monks. To put it bluntly, eating meat is just to gain strength... As for the eminent monks in the Kyoto temple, they are better than me. There are so many! They have Buddha Dharma in their appearance, Buddha Dharma in their belly, and Buddha Dharma at their core... Not only can they save all sentient beings and fish and meat, but they can also save a bunch of noble ladies and continue dozens of Buddhist disciples! Ha ha!…"
The monk soldier Masumi Watanabe laughed loudly, but the stupid words he said made Murakami Yimichi dumbfounded.
"Uh! This?!... The mage in the temple did tell the story of Saint Kinluan marrying a wife. But isn't that the merit promised by the Bodhisattva? Saint Kinluan had retribution from previous lives and had to violate the precepts of sexual intercourse. Guanyin, the savior of the world, did this She transformed into a beautiful woman and united with the saint. The solemn Guanyin led the saint to the bliss of the West before his death. This is a popular story..."
"Haha! A good story? Sage Shinluan founded the Pure Land Sect and was the master who established the sect. His marriage to a wife is a good story, and his practice is enough. But the eminent monks in the temple marry a lot of wives, and that is also a good story? Then, the eminent monks Having a lot of children and letting them serve as hosts in various places would be one of the best stories among all the stories!…"
"Ah? Ah this! All eminent monks marry wives and have children as hosts?..."
"Otherwise? If you have no children to inherit the temple, no descendants to worship and praise, and no temple community to support you, why should you be a great eminent monk?... The title of an eminent monk is not something that is cultivated through Buddhism and is placed on the forehead. What a simple truth !…”
"Buddha! This...this is so disrespectful!..."
After hearing this lie, Murakami Jitong froze on the spot, his heart was so confused that the Buddha statue in his mind was about to collapse. After all, he was born as an ordinary samurai in the Ezo region, and his Buddhist beliefs were very simple. How could he know the rumors about these big cities in Kyoto and the behavior of the eminent monks in the big temples.
"Hey! Murakami, you usually look smart, but you turn out to be a fool! ... Believe in Buddhism, just believe in it in your heart! As long as you have great compassion in your heart and your thoughts are clear, you can drink alcohol, eat meat, kill people and set fires. , nothing wrong... This world is getting more and more chaotic every year, how can you just listen to a few mages and tie your own hands and feet? You can't!..."
Seeing the stunned Murakami, Watanabe Masumi grinned. Thinking of the journey together, he stretched out his hand again, patted Murakami Jidong, and rarely spoke a few words from his heart.
"Buddha bless you! This time we went to sea and saw the wind and waves in the far north. We met these cannibals and we lived and died together! I won't hide it from you. I threw away the naginata in my hand. Zhang Yi also gave the Buddhist beads on his wrist to the gold boatman... Probably the Buddha told me that my fate with the temple should be over!... Calculating the time, it has indeed been ten years since I became a monk..."
"Next spring, if we can go back alive and deliver this batch of valuables to Kyoto... I won't owe the temple anything, and I can still ask for some money. Then, I will resign from the temple... Haha! I'm ready Return to secular life, marry a new woman, and try to have two cubs!…”
"Ah? Watanabe, you...do you want to return to secular life?"
Hearing this, Murakami Jidong shook his head and recovered from the daze where his faith was shaken. He touched the Tsukiyo head of his samurai, looked at the bald head of the Watanabe monk warrior, and asked curiously.
"Watanabe, you look older. You should be older than me, right? Are you thirty-five? Thirty-eight?...Hi! You are so old? No wonder you know a lot... By the way, Watanabe, you Is there anyone in the family who wants to continue the family tradition? If you are too old to have a baby, you can adopt a nephew..."
"Eh! Murakami, I probably can still give birth... As for Incense, I had a daughter before I became a monk, and she stayed in my hometown of Hizen. She should be married and have children now!... In addition, I also have a younger brother, who is a What a powerful person!…”
Speaking of his biological brother, Watanabe Masumi lowered his eyes. His eyes were obviously a little complicated, and his expression was tense, but he didn't know what he had experienced.
"Buddha bless you! Watanabe, you even have a grandson?"
Murakami Jitong's eyes widened, a little surprised and a little envious. Then, he asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.
"Watanabe, after you return to secular life, will you still use your previous name? What was your previous name?"
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Hearing this question, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi shrank his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he nodded hesitantly and only answered half a sentence.
"I should be able to use it... at least use the family name..."
"Ah? What was your previous last name?"
".The meat is almost done, now it's time to cook the rice... The meat tastes good when it's cooked and the rice fragrant!..."
As the cold wind blew, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi tightened his tight leather robe, lowered his head and reached out to get the rice bag. But Murakami Yimichi took the first step, took the rice bag in his hand, and stared at Watanabe's face.
"You can't trust me? You still want to eat my porridge?..."
".Trust it. Hey!"
Looking at each other for several breaths, the monk soldier Watanabe Masumi's expression changed and he sighed helplessly.
"Okay! My family's surname is Longzao Temple. The common character for direct descendants is 'family'..."
"Longzao Temple? What's your home?"
Murakami Jidong blinked, then his face changed and he spoke in shock.
"Eh! What is the name of direct descendant? Watanabe, you are actually a samurai family, a noble samurai family?!..."
"Ha! It's just the down-and-out Wu family!..."
Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he turned around and walked towards the simple stable in the corner of the camp, leaving only one instruction.
"Murakami, come and cook the rice, and I'll leave this venison porridge to you! I'll go see Sukeichiro and call him to eat with us!..."
