If Si Kong argued, he would say that Si Kong had drunk too much and had forgotten which move the chess game had taken. He would also say that he was a young man with a strong competitive spirit, which was not good! You lose but refuse to admit defeat and want to change! This was the first time Si Kong had seen such a shameless old monk, but he felt that he was open-minded and like a naughty boy, which was very good!
Abbot Zhijue said something bitter, shook his head and sighed: "Alas... that monk Wuchen is just a happy monk, and like senior brother Zhiyuan, he also likes to drink! I thought what senior brother Zhiyuan meant by congeniality? It turns out that Both of them are of the same mind, alas..."
Seeing Abbot Zhijue's head hurting, Si Kong couldn't help laughing and said: "When I met Zen Master Zhiyuan, I drank wine and discussed Zen with him all night long. He is naturally an open-minded person, but he didn't Come to think of it, this Wuchen monk is just like him!"
Abbot Zhijue sighed: "This monk Wuchen is really similar to my senior brother when he was young. When I first met him, I thought he was actually the grandson left by my senior brother outside, hahaha! "
Si Kong secretly laughed in his heart, your senior brother has been dead for so many years, it's not good for you to say that to him! If Zen Master Zhiyuan heard that you suspected that he had broken the precepts, then he would not be able to climb out of the soil with a Zen staff and settle the score with you?
Abbot Zhijue added: "But I have to say that this monk Wuchen is really powerful! Whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, his attainments are extremely high. Even the most difficult spell in this temple, the Great Invisibility Curse, he only glanced at it. Then you have understood the profound meaning of Buddhism and mastered the great formless curse!"
Si Kong was overjoyed and sighed: "I didn't expect there to be such an expert in the world? If so, please invite Master Wuchen to come out and meet him!"
Abbot Zhijue said: "There are ten precepts in Buddhism: abstain from killing, stealing, smoking, lying, and drinking; do not sit on a high and wide bed; do not eat out of season; do not wear fragrant flowers; do not smear your body with fragrant oil; do not take birth signs. Gold and silver treasures. Because Wuchen doesn’t want to quit drinking and violates the rules, he won’t enter Lannuo Temple. His monastery is in Woyun Pavilion, a hundred meters away from here. I’ll let Enlightenment take you there later.”
Sikong smiled slightly, and then said: "Abbot Zhijue, I have something unclear."
"Sikong Donor, please speak."
"Since Wuchen is a carefree monk, how could Abbot Zhijue allow him to stay in Lannuo Temple? Although there is an entrustment from Zen Master Zhiyuan, if the abbot feels it is inappropriate, he can actually refuse it."
Abbot Zhijue shook his head and sighed, saying:
"I feel ashamed to say that Lannuo Temple is located in a remote place with few incense. Although it is a good place for spiritual practice with high mountains and flowing water, it is still difficult to maintain practice without food and clothing."
"There are not many disciples in the temple, but Wuchen's Taoism is profound. From time to time, he will go down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate demons. He can always help Lannuo Temple. In addition, Senior Brother Zhiyuan entrusts him, so he has been kept here. "
The old monk Zhijue finally told the truth. No matter how high-sounding he said it, having a full stomach was the most important thing.
"Haha!" Si Bang couldn't help but roll his sleeves and smile. It turned out that this old monk had something to ask for! No wonder he could tolerate the happy monk. It seems that Lannuo Temple, which is rarely popular, probably still relies on Wuchen to go down the mountain to slay demons and demons to maintain its life!
Si Kong said goodbye to Abbot Zhijue and headed towards the Woyun Pavilion on the top of the mountain a hundred meters away. When Si Kong traveled here, he never thought that there was a temple a hundred meters away from Lannuo Temple.
I realized that the little monk was very considerate and helped me along the way.
Okay, it's just Si Kong's fault that he can't see. Otherwise, if he could see the Woyun Pavilion sitting on the top of the clouds in front of him, he would have admired its exquisiteness.
The enlightened young monk held Si Kong's hand and said in confusion: "Donor Si Kong, can you really see what is in front of you when you are blindfolded? The abbot said that the donor sees all things with the eyes of his heart. Is that true?"
"Hahaha! I haven't reached that state yet. People who can reach that state are probably gods. It's just that I have practiced music for many years. The spiritual platform is pure and I can vaguely feel the breath of foreign objects."
"The smell of foreign objects?"
The little monk realized that he was puzzled and circled around him, as if he was deliberately testing what the aura of foreign objects was.
Sikong nodded, and then said: "If it is flowers, plants and trees, the breath will be stable and subtle. If it is animals and birds of prey, the breath will be strong. If it is something dangerous, the breath will be disordered and strong."
The little monk realized that he stretched out his hand and scratched him
With a bald head like a stewed egg, he asked in confusion: "Then...how is my breath?"
Sikong smiled, untied the white fox fur on his body, and then put it on the enlightened young monk. He then put the hood on his bald head and said softly: "You are shivering!"
The young monk who realized this looked up at his face that was as cold as a red apple, gently sniffed the snot hanging on his nose, grinned, and said: "Donor Sikong, can you feel this? You are really amazing! "
Sikong smiled slightly, and that smile was like a warm sun in winter, shining in the heart of the young monk. The young monk felt that his smile seemed to be able to revive all things, which was really beautiful.
The little monk who realized this said: "But you gave me the fox fur to keep out the cold. What will you do?"
Si Kong smiled and said: "I am a martial arts practitioner, and I have a martial spirit in my body to keep out the cold. It doesn't matter, let's go!"
Si Kong held Little Monk Wu's hand and continued to walk forward. Si Kong asked, "Little Monk, what kind of person is Master Wuchen?"
The little monk who realized this sucked his nose and said: "Master Wuchen... He always likes to wear white monk robes, and everyone calls him Baiyi Wuchen. He is arrogant and unruly by nature. He is not seen learning Buddhism and chanting sutras, but he drinks alcohol every day. He had fun, so he was called a happy monk by the abbot."
Si Bong smiled and said: "Interesting! Interesting! This monk Wuchen is really an interesting person!"
Arriving in front of Woyun Pavilion, Zhuowu raised his fist and knocked on the door, then shouted loudly: "Master Wuchen! Master Wuchen!"
After knocking on the door for a long time, but there was no movement inside, the little monk with enlightenment put his big, smooth head close to the crack of the door, squinted one eye, tried his best to look inside the door, and then said: "That's strange, that's strange. He has been in the hospital all day!"
Immediately, he raised his nose and smelled it hard, and then said: "Ah! It smells so good!"
Sikong nodded and said softly: "Yes, it smells good."
"What does this smell like? It smells so good!" Zhuowu unconsciously licked the saliva that came out.
Si Baikong frowned slightly, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems...the smell of barbecue."
After hearing this, his face turned pale and he shouted: "Amitabha! This... Master Wuchen is so outrageous! He drank alcohol before, but now he even eats meat? It's a sin! I have to tell the abbot. !”
Si Kong smiled bitterly
, if you tell the abbot and drive away this happy monk, you may not even be able to eat.
Then there was a creak, and the courtyard door was opened. A bald head was seen peeking out of the tattered courtyard door, and then a very handsome and refined face.
There were traces of being blackened by charcoal fire on his good-looking face, and his eyes seemed like spring breeze or clouds. He was dressed in a white monk's robe, with a string of white glazed beads hanging on his chest.
The monk smiled and said: "Xiao Suo, what are you doing here? Haha! Where did you get the fox fur? It's as pure white as snow, soft in texture, and very valuable!"
Although the young monk said this, his hands were still firmly on the door, as if he was afraid that they would break in.
Wu Wu immediately pointed to Sikong beside him and said to the monk: "Master Wuchen, the fox fur was given by this Sikong donor. This Sikong donor is troubled by the devil's breath and wants you to use it..."
Before Wu could finish his words, there was a loud commotion inside: "Master...save me! Master...save me!"
Si Kong was startled, frowned and said, "Xuanfeng?"
Then the white shadow flashed past, knocking open the Wuchen monk blocking the door, and flew into the courtyard.
Monk Wuchen was stunned and sighed: "What an amazing skill! Can a blind man... also run so fast?" He then hurried in to catch up.
Realizing scratched his bald head like a stewed egg, and said in astonishment: "What happened inside?" Then he followed in.
When he entered the courtyard and saw the scene in the courtyard, he couldn't help but open his mouth in shock and stood aside. The fox fur on his body was too long, so he was afraid it would get dirty, so he always carried it with his hands. It was a good time for him to stay there. , as soon as his hand was loosened, the fox fur was dragged on the snow.
I saw a fire made of dead leaves in the courtyard, and a white parrot was tied alive to a branch and roasted. There was also a white cloth tied around the parrot's beak, probably to prevent it from screaming.
Now the white cloth has been broken free by the parrot, which is flapping its wings and wailing at the top of its voice.
Sikong immediately turned around and asked the enlightened young monk who came next: "Little monk, what is Master Wuchen doing?"
Zhuowu looked at Wuchen, whose face was covered with traces of charcoal fire, and then at the miserable state of the cockatiel, and said, "Master Wuchen... seems... to be roasting a white bird!"
Si Kong frowned, looked in Wuchen's direction, and said, "Are you actually roasting my bird?"
Monk Wuchen stretched out his hand to scratch his shiny bald head and smiled sheepishly: "Is this your bird?"
"yes."
"Amitabha, I am really unjust. The young monk thought that this wild bird was an ownerless thing, a gift from nature. Since the donor said that this bird is yours, then just call and see if it will respond to you! "
At this moment, the feathers on Xuanfeng's tail were burned. It struggled and flapped its wings twice, shouting at the top of its voice: "Master, save Xuanfeng quickly, Xuanfeng is going to turn into a roast chicken!"
Si Bai turned to face the Wuchen monk and said, "It has already called me master, do I need to prove anything?"
Monk Wuchen turned his head, secretly glared at the young monk Wu, then turned to look at Si Kong with a smile, and said: "Amitabha, that's so good, saving a bird's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! The young monk was originally just a I was making a fire to keep it warm because I was afraid it would freeze, so I went to let it go."
