Or should we say that the ignorant are fearless?
Children's worldview has not yet been formed. Although the Monkey King is a hairy-faced monkey head, most of the young monks are not too afraid. Some even want to touch the Monkey King's monkey head...
One of them asked with wide eyes: "Are you a monkey?"
"Yes, yes, yes~hehehe~ My old grandson is a natural stone monkey." The great sage leaned down, making himself level with the young monks, and said with a smile: "Why are you not afraid of me?"
The little monk thought for a while and then asked: "Do you eat people?"
"If you don't want to eat, don't eat!" The great sage shook his head repeatedly.
"You don't eat people, so I don't have to be afraid of you." The little monk blinked and said, "What's your name? Do you have a Buddhist name?"
"My surname is Sun. I have a Dharma name called Wukong, a nickname called Xingzhe... and a title, the Monkey King." Sun Wukong showed off in front of the young monk.
The young monk heard this and said cheerfully: "Then let's call you Sun Dasheng."
"Sun Dasheng! Sun Dasheng!"
A group of young monks surrounded the Great Sage and started shouting, which made him feel comfortable and reminded the Great Sage of the monkeys and grandchildren he had in Huaguo Mountain.
The great sage picked up the young monk and asked, "I, Sun, ask you, are there any powerful monsters near your monastery?"
"Why does the Great Sage ask this?" The young monk asked curiously: "This is the palace of Guanyin. No monster dares to stay here."
Wukong smiled and said: "You don't know, my old grandson is going to protect the master to go to the west to obtain scriptures. Along the way, he will have to kill demons, which can be regarded as killing harm for the people... We will only stay here for one night. If there are any powerful monsters nearby, , I, Old Sun, took advantage of the daylight to go out and eliminate the monsters... If we were farther away, we could know the origins of the monsters in advance, and it would be easier to deal with them."
"Thank you, Great Sage, for asking in advance, otherwise you would have bumped into a pilgrim."
As soon as Wukong heard this, he knew there was something else going on. He followed the little monk's words and asked, "Oh? Why is this?"
"The Great Sage doesn't know that there is a Black Wind Mountain twenty miles away from our Guanyin Temple. There is a Black Wind Cave in the Black Wind Mountain... There is a spirit in the cave who is good at practicing Taoism. He is the son of our Elder Jinchi. I have close friends who often come here to talk about Buddhism and Taoism with the elders." The young monk stretched out his hand to make gestures twice, and also imitated the name of the great sage, "He is a black-faced man with black hair. The two great sages are still wide."
This must be the black bear spirit that Xiao Bailong talks about.
The Great Sage did not expect to get such news just by chatting with the young monk for a few words. From another aspect, he also knew that Elder Jinchi had been friends with the black bear spirit for a long time, so much so that the young monks in the temple regarded the black bear spirit as themselves. people.
After a few more random words, the Great Sage taught them a few monkey fists and then went to find their master.
This matter is not trivial, so I still have to report it to Master to see what Master has in mind.
...
In the wing room.
"Master, please have some tea."
A little lucky boy came forward holding a mutton-fat jade plate. There were three French tea clocks inlaid with gold on the plate. Another little boy came next to him, carrying a white copper pot and pouring three cups of fragrant tea. .
This instrument is expensive, even for the king of Tang Dynasty.
Fahai looked along and saw that the tea in the cup was as bright as durian pistils. He smelled the tea carefully, and it was better than the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Famous utensils for brewing fairy tea complement each other.
Fahai saw the old monk's self-satisfied look and shook his head helplessly. All the four things of a monk were empty, but this old monk was still superficially vain.
It seemed that the old monk's undisguised expression made the old monk unhappy, and the old monk suddenly said in a yin and yang tone: "I think the Tang Dynasty is a kingdom of heaven. It has a wide range of rare treasures... Such utensils and tea can't be seen by a mage. It’s Lao Na who is doing his own thing.”
After Fahai heard this, he was even more speechless. You are an old monk who is not young, how come you are not big-hearted?
Just as he was about to find an explanation, he heard the old monk say something negative: "Master, the eminent monks of the Celestial Dynasty don't look down on these superficial objects in this temple. They think they have their own treasures with them, and we are destined to meet each other. Why don't you take a conspicuous look at them?"
After all, Fa Hai is a very particular person, and seeing that he is old, he is not willing to care about him too much.
It is said that everyone is of the same dharma. When we meet for the first time, shouldn’t everyone show their true values and discuss the Dharma?
But what is the scene now?
Why are you still fighting about "richness" with a poor monk?
If it wasn't for this old monk who relied on his old age to deliberately make things difficult... or if this Guanyin Zen Temple was a shady place, perhaps this old monk would have led me to reveal the treasure first, and then make a plan to seize it.
But it is always wrong to accuse people randomly and wrongly. Fahai has a quick mind and made a plan at that time.
Since we can't determine whether you are good or evil, I will give you a chance to show your flaws.
Although I am not of the Guanyin Bodhisattva lineage, I don't see anyone doing such a thing by taking advantage of the Bodhisattva's reputation.
"The Eastern China is a vast land with abundant resources and countless treasures." As he spoke, Fahai shook his robe and said, "But the poor monk came here empty-handed, without any rare treasures."
The old monk naturally didn't believe it, and just when he was about to irritate Fa Hai with some sarcasm, he heard Fa Hai say: "But if you want to talk about it, I have a rare object here, but it is not a rare thing at first, let alone It’s not some exotic treasure.”
"What kind of object is it?"
"It's just an ordinary cassock." Reluctant to let go of his child, Fahai originally wanted to use the purple and gold alms bowl given by the King of Tang as bait, but after all, it was just an ordinary thing, even though it had been nurtured by his own Buddha's light. , but compared to the cassock given by the Bodhisattva, it is naturally very different.
"Kasaya?"
Monk Guangzhi, who was serving Elder Jinchi at the side, suddenly smiled and said, "Since it's just a cassock, it's okay not to look at it."
"What do you mean by this?" Fahai became interested, "Is there something better in your temple?"
"Hehehehe." The old monk chuckled a few times, but now he showed his modesty: "I can't do it, I can't do it, it's just that I am 270 years old, and I have accumulated 700 or 800 pieces of cassocks, including There's a lot of good and bad stuff...but there are dozens of things that are really good."
"Come on, let the mage carry it out and have a look."
He was showing off intentionally, firstly to show off, and secondly to dampen the spirit of Elder Tang. He could not let him underestimate his own temple.
A monk followed the instructions and opened the warehouse, and then a group of tutu went in to lift the cabinets, twelve cabinets in one lift.
Arrange the cabinets in the courtyard, unlock them, set up hangers on both sides, tie ropes around them, shake out the cassocks one by one and hang them up...
Fa Hai saw that the monks were very skillful in their movements. It seemed that they had performed this set of movements countless times and had almost become instinctive.
It can be seen that the vanity of this elder Jinchi is not small, otherwise there would not be such a scene now, which can be regarded as an eye-opener for Fa Hai.
At this time, Wukong also walked in and saw that the hall was full of embroidery and the walls were covered with silk... He couldn't help but wonder why such a battle was taking place.
Then he walked quickly to the master and asked curiously: "Master, what are you doing? Could it be that these cassocks have been left for a long time and need to be taken out to bask in the sun? That's not right. The sun is about to set... Could it be? Do you want some ventilation to get rid of the damp smell?"
