"I can eat this pot of meat by myself and I'm about seven to eight times full. If I share a few bites with you, then I won't eat much less. I've been holding back for so many days before I encountered such a delicious bite. You want to take advantage of me as soon as you come in. None!" The great monk was not willing to obey, and he was fiercely guarding his food.
"Okay, then put the guy down first. I won't fight with you. I can take a sip of the soup." Liang Chuan curved his way to save the country. He was really greedy, so he could just take a sip of the soup and drink it.
The monk angrily put the wooden stick at his feet, snatched the iron spoon from Liang Chuan's hand, still staring at Liang Chuan, snorted, grabbed the pot in two steps, and dipped the iron spoon into the soup. , I picked up a piece of old ginger nearby, smashed it with a spoonful on a stone, and threw the ginger head into the pot. After removing the fishy smell from the old ginger and stirring it a few more times, the pot of broth has turned into a delicious dish that cannot be exchanged for money. The two of them stared at the pot of soup with four eyes and almost swallowed it with their tongues!
"Master, you are so merciful... You really can't give me a bite..." Liang Chuan said pitifully.
"Stop it, you just called me a bald thief. I'm not addicted to anything today. I just can't forget this bite. No one can take it from me!"
"If you don't grab it, don't grab it!" Even though Liang Chuan was greedy, he was so greedy that he was very aggressive with others.
The meat in the pot has been cooked until it is tender, and the soup is only half boiled, making it appear richer. The great monk took a handful of coriander and threw it into the pot. At this time, the pot of meat was full of color and aroma, which was simply the best in the world. He picked up a coarse porcelain bowl and took a spoonful. The meat was crystal clear and bright in color. Liang Chuan was itching to look at it.
"Master, you are so good at your craftsmanship. I wonder what delicious food you are cooking?" Liang Chuan suddenly asked as if he thought of something after smelling the smell.
The monk had already picked up the piece of meat with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and began to eat it, "Smells, so fragrant..." The temperature of the meat was too high, so he had to blow on it before putting it in his mouth. After a while, three or five pieces of meat were eaten, and a pile of meat bones was spit out on the ground.
"This is fragrant meat!" The monk was so satisfied with the meal that he said proudly after a long time.
"What, thief bald, you actually eat dog meat! Oh my, oh my!" Liang Chuan was so greedy at first, but when he heard that this was fucking dog meat, he was so angry that the Three Corpses Gods almost had a fit on the spot.
The monk rolled his eyes at him: "What are you talking about? All things are living things, and there is a big difference between eating pork and eating dog meat?" After that, he continued to eat dog meat happily, and the corners of his lips were covered with grease.
Liang Chuan cursed angrily for a long time, but the great monk remained unmoved. He just let you scold him and continued to eat the dog meat. The pot of meat was originally full, but after a while it gradually bottomed out. Liang Chuan was glad that he didn't eat the meat, otherwise Heibi wouldn't be close to him the next time he returned to Helu. All things are living things, and humans are the primates of all things. In Liang Chuan's view, this is even more so because they cannot be selective about food, otherwise they are no different from animals.
"What kind of neighbor did I think he was as a companion? Today I saw that he was a drunkard monk, or a drunken monk who likes to eat dog meat! What a damn unlucky thing. A really pure place has been polluted by people like you." , are you the only bald donkey in such a big temple?"
"You will assume that I am a bad monk just because I eat dog meat. Then I have nothing to say. I am just sorry that the emperor will not have any successors soon after me."
"Those who don't eat dog meat are not necessarily good monks. How many monks can you find in the world who do eat dog meat? You are so thorough in breaking the precepts against evil!" Liang Chuan asked rhetorically.
"Those monks who don't eat dog meat have long since abandoned the Buddha and gone to find other high places. I am the only one who is willing to stay in front of the Buddha, dusting off the ashes for the Buddha every day. Who do you think the Buddha has a serious heart?"
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "This is just a quarrel between you and me. The Buddha is not in our hearts. Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place. Where can we cause dust? The great monk is guarding such a big temple in vain, secretly If you eat dog meat but say you are devout and have a Buddhist heart, isn't that just making the world laugh at you?"
After listening to Liang Chuan's words, the great monk suddenly put down his chopsticks. After a long silence, he turned his back to Liang Chuan and suddenly sang a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha!" Then he said: "If the world laughs at me, the great monk, for eating dog meat, then that's okay. It doesn't matter, it's just that I have a bodhicitta. Why do I need the world to prove it again? It's just that the little donor's verse is really a Buddhist mantra. People who don't have great enlightenment through the Buddha's heart cannot have this kind of great enlightenment. The real little donor cannot be judged by appearances. Ah!" After saying that, he turned around and clasped his hands together. His face was filled with compassion but not even half of the attitude of a meat-and-potatoes monk. He bowed deeply to Liang Chuan. When he stood up again, his face was filled with Buddha-like images that made Liang Chuan stunned. Could it be that just now? I'm looking at it. Is this an illusion? Why does it feel like this old monk has changed into a different person?
Liang Chuan has long been in awe of this kind of thing about immortals, Buddhas, gods and ghosts. The Taoist master Linghu Chuan's methods are comparable to that of Taoist ancestor Lu Dongbin. Today, he walked into this temple inexplicably. Could it be that he has some divine will? ?
When others give him a courtesy, he should smile in return.
Liang Chuan hurriedly bowed to the great monk and said, "Master has a wise eye, but this young man did not realize this by himself."
The great monk smiled and said: "I must be an eminent monk who has achieved enlightenment. I hope to meet him one day. There is no difference between "fools" and "wise people", "good people" and "evil people", and the world and "Buddha". An unbridgeable gap. From "confusion" to "enlightenment", it only takes one thought. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, how wonderful!"
"Master, it turns out that he has high opinions in his mind. I admire him!"
"The young benefactor and the poor monk are very chatty. Why don't we sit down in a side room of the main hall? We have just finished eating the fragrant meat. How about drinking some tea to relieve our tiredness?"
At the mention of dog meat, the Buddhist image of the 'eminent monk' suddenly disappeared without a trace, and immediately returned to the face of the meat-and-wine monk. For a moment, Liang Chuan was stunned. These are completely two-faced people. Which one is the real one? Really a great monk?
Liang Chuan followed the great monk into the main hall. Although the outside of the main hall was not as grand as it used to be, when he walked inside, he saw that there were no incense, candles or ingots in front of the Buddha, only two green lanterns. The gold paint on the Buddha's body had long been stripped dry. In the second clean room, there is only one clay Buddha statue left, but the whole body of the Buddha statue is as clean as new. Inside the main hall, the blue bricks on the floor are as smooth as a mirror. It can be seen that they were stepped on for a long time, and someone washes them every day, so they will be smooth again. And flat.
There is a small table at the very edge of the main hall, with a bucket of buckets placed on it, and a wooden sign with the word "Jie Yuan" written on it. Isn't this a fortune-telling thing? This is also popular among monks? Liang Chuan sat down, and the great monk brought a pot of hot water over, took out a bunch of tea leaves from an ebony tea can, and threw it into the sea of tea. When the hot water was brewed, the tea leaves opened, and then he poured a bunch of tea leaves into the tea cup. Pour it all in one go.
Liang Chuan didn't feel anything was wrong at first, but he remembered that something was wrong as soon as the tea came to his mouth. The taste of this tea is the taste of tea leaves in later generations. The current method of making tea is better to say the method of drinking soup. The great monk Yiran himself figured out this set of tea making methods that have been popular for thousands of years.
"Wonderful." Liang Chuan took a sip of tea. He didn't know how to make Song tea, but he knew how to make Kung Fu tea. This was not the kind of tea that future generations would make every day.
The big monk said with a smile: "The little donor is a member of the same religion. It's a pity that the little brother doesn't like fragrant meat. Otherwise, I would have met the monk too late."
Liang Chuan smiled and shook his head helplessly: "Can you please stop mentioning dog meat in the teacher? I really can't eat it."
"I, the Great Song Dynasty, admire principle and simplicity. I like artistic conception but don't like complexity. On the contrary, in this way of drinking tea, I abandon the basics and focus on the last. The simple and elegant things are made to be extremely complicated. How do you feel about my tea drinking method?"
Liang Chuan said: "I admire you, master, don't you know what to call me?"
The great monk has been alone for a long time. Is it possible that there is someone to chat with him and be so congenial? He said, "I am a poor monk with the Buddhist name Hongyi. Where is my little friend?"
Liang Chuan replied: "My name is Liang Chuan."
"Liang Chuan?" The great monk's face was filled with uncertainty, and Liang Chuan smiled: "I am an orphan, without a father or a mother. I have had this name since I can remember. I did not intentionally deceive the master."
"There is nothing in life, let alone a name. Come and leave naked, you can't take anything away, whether it's Liang Chuan or Li Si, it doesn't matter."
"The facade of this temple is a bit small, but there is a cave behind it. However, in Qingyuan, a place where Buddha is revered, the incense is not so bad that the whole temple looks crumbling."
"What the donor doesn't know is that our temple is called Yuetai Temple. It used to be a wonderful place in Qingyuan. There are several legends about this temple. It is also slightly famous in Qingyuan. In recent years, the local Sun River in Qingyuan has been With the rise of Shanghai trade, everyone believed in Brother Kong Fang and no one believed in Buddha anymore. The Buddha could not even keep his golden body, so who would send incense? In addition, the number of tourists passing by in Chengtian Lane area was becoming increasingly rare, and the situation in front of the Buddha's seat was even worse. The courtyard was deserted, and over time there were fewer and fewer monks in the temple. One by one they left and one by one was taken away, until in the end only the poor monk was left alone!"
"Then if that's the case, master, why don't you leave?"
Monk Hongyi smiled and said: "According to my master, I was abandoned by my parents when I was born. I was wrapped in a piece of tattered cloth and placed under the Feilai Pagoda in this temple. They said that the ants on the ground were walking along the I circled around and climbed all the way to the Main Hall. My master was meditating when he was crawled all over by ants. I hurriedly drove the ants out along the road. I followed the ants' traces all the way to the Feilai Pagoda. I saw only ants. It was spinning around me, but it was clean and not a single ant came to bite me. My master could tell by looking at me like this that he had thrown an unwanted child to them to raise."
Hongyi felt a little embarrassed when he saw Liang Chuan listening in rapt attention, and continued: "Ever since I was sensible, the old monks in the temple have said that I have a fate with the Buddha, and that if I practice diligently, I will achieve positive results. I originally thought that the master was lying to me. I just made up the lie that I stayed in the temple to be a monk. How could the mosquitoes not bite the children on the ground? The more they tried to persuade me to become a monk, the more I refused to obey. Instead, I insisted on eating meat and drinking wine! Even though I have been living since I was young, I shaved my head and wore monk robes in the temple, but I went outside every day to fish and catch rabbits. When I caught them, I roasted them, boiled them, and ate them in different ways. I still can’t change this problem..." The great monk said so proudly. He smiled sheepishly.
It turns out there is such a story, no wonder Master Hongyi eats meat: "In that case, Master, please forgive me for the verbal offense just now!"
Monk Hongyi waved his hand. He had looked away from everything in his life, let alone the way the world looked at him. He continued: "I also thought about looking for my parents, but as I got older, especially when my master got older, I began to think about the true meaning of the Buddha. It was not until my master passed away that I completely stopped I have thought of joining the world. This is the place where I was raised and raised. I was born to always serve the Buddha’s green lantern. I can’t leave when everyone leaves. I flew to the pagoda to be born, and flew to the pagoda to be buried, Amitabha.”
Monk Hongyi spoke so sincerely that Liang Chuan was moved and quickly sang along with him: "Amitabha!"
