Master Ye Chang has something to say? "Liangchen looked at the fat monk, wondering what his intentions were.
The fat monk nodded, pointed at the cloth bag in his hand and waved his hand with a disgusted expression, then pointed at Liangchen's waist and nodded repeatedly with bright eyes.
"Junior brother is praising the deliciousness of your spiritual tea!" The thin monk saw Liangchen's confused expression and explained at the side.
"Thank you for the compliment, little master! After listening to the master's teachings yesterday, I seemed to have an epiphany. Although my spiritual tea is sweet and delicious, in terms of aftertaste, the mountain dew tea you picked has a longer aftertaste." Liangchen has not finished speaking. , the fat monk moved his head like a rattle, then pointed at the bag in his hand, waved his hands and shook his head, winking and trembling all over, as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Haha!" Liangchen couldn't help laughing when he saw his funny look.
"I'll give you some spiritual teas." He took out several clay pots of different shapes and handed them to the fat monk. Then he took out two spiritual fruits and divided them between the two of them.
The fat monk looked happy and immediately put the spiritual tea into the bag, then reached out to take the spiritual fruit, "clicked" and bit off most of it.
The sweet juice with a hint of aura instantly made him want to praise her happily, but when his voice reached his throat, he suddenly stopped and only made a grunt of "Uh...heh...".
Seeing his appearance, the thin monk shook his head and sighed. He turned around and saw Liangchen looking at him, his eyes clear, sincere and sincere. He no longer pretended.
"Amitabha! Thank you donor." He thanked him, took the spiritual fruit, wiped it gently with his sleeve, and then took a bite.
"Top grade!"
"There are one hundred and nine kinds of fruits on this mountain. Half of them are hard to swallow, half of them are barely edible, and only 30% are refreshing and sweet. Your fruit is not bad, it can be ranked in the top ten!" The thin monk nodded.
"Uh~uh~" The fat monk next to him heard the compliment and nodded in agreement with his nose. Then after hearing what the senior brother said, he suddenly shook his head and stretched out a hand with five fingers spread out.
"Can't you make it into the top five?" The thin monk retorted when he saw the finger.
The fat monk nodded heavily and waved his chubby palms like a banana fan.
"You have suddenly changed to a new flavor. In terms of aura, it is estimated to be only around 20, but the taste is unique, so I count it among the top ten."
The thin monk took another bite of the spirit fruit and confirmed.
After hearing this, the fat monk suddenly looked scornful. He waved his hands and did not want to waste any more time with him. He turned his face to Liangchen and gestured with his hand to make a five!
Liangchen saw that the two of them could even argue with each other, and suddenly felt a little ridiculous. He took out two spiritual fruits again and handed them to the two of them.
When the fat monk saw it, his eyes flashed with gold, he reached out and took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
After finishing the fruit, he looked satisfied. He stretched out five fingers again, thought for a moment, and curled up one more, leaving four.
"Top ten!" The thin monk didn't want to comment, but he reached out and spoke again.
The fat monk suddenly felt unhappy. He clasped his hands together and waved at himself. Then he pointed at his mouth with one hand and patted his belly. He waved at the thin monk with the other hand.
"Although it makes sense, it's still in the top ten!" The thin monk shook his head when he saw his gesture.
"Hmph~" The fat monk snorted, turned away and stopped talking to the thin monk, and just walked forward by himself.
"What does that gesture mean?" Liangchen asked in confusion.
"Haha, my junior brother said: He is not as good as me when it comes to chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name. When it comes to eating and drinking, I am not as good as him." The thin monk explained with a smile.
"Haha. That's it!" Liangchen couldn't help laughing.
The three of them walked leisurely along the mountain road while chatting and laughing. Liangchen took the opportunity to ask some questions about cultivation. With Ji short's answers, he felt that he had gradually touched the threshold.
Returning to the temple, he immediately took out the wooden sign and started practicing.
It turns out that the Buddhist Heart Sutra is somewhat different from ordinary Buddhist martial arts. The Heart Sutra mainly cultivates the Buddha nature, so as to improve the fusion effect of Shi'e beads, so it all depends on understanding.
If you want to improve your understanding, you must understand the meaning of the scriptures, and you must also understand the allusions and Zen principles behind them, so that you can understand the Heart Sutra as soon as possible.
Although this sutra is short and concise with not many words, each verse has a long allusion and can also be extended to several Zen principles.
Along the way, after only two explanations, we arrived at the temple.
But these two sentences were enough for him to have a good understanding.
He thought about what he just said and put aside his distracting thoughts to understand.
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In this way, he often asked for advice and gained enlightenment every day, and time passed by like water.
It was already half a year after he had fully meditated on this Heart Sutra.
In the past six months, the Nascent Soul in his body has finally made another breakthrough. Not only can the fingers of his hands move freely, but his head can also make some small movements, and the mana that can be mobilized in his Dantian has reached about 20%.
Liangchen has also established a deep friendship with the two young monks, especially the fat monk.
Whenever he walked out of the temple gate, he would follow Liangchen closely, staring at the storage bag on his waist.
Unable to eat the delicacies from the mountains and seas outside, and tired of the spiritual fruits on the mountain, Liangchen, this seemingly endless storage bag, has simply become a sacred object in the heart of the fat monk!
And after getting along for such a long time, Liangchen no longer needs the thin monk's narration, and can understand many of his sign languages.
On this good day, I once again followed the two young monks out of the temple and began their once-a-month mountaineering practice.
Going around the mountain means measuring the entire mountain peak with your steps, so as to understand the world and all things, and to understand the Tao and practice.
Because you can't use magical powers such as flying or teleportation, this trip will take a whole day.
The good time is boring because of the boring practice, so I will not miss it by going to the mountain every month.
And since he heard that there are 109 kinds of fruits on this mountain, of course he wants to taste them one by one. It's just that the fruit is in different seasons, so less than 30% of it has been harvested so far.
"This fruit is called Jiu Shi You Liu Guo! The taste is sour with bitterness, bitter with astringency, astringent with numbness, and numbness with sourness again! Just one taste will make your mouth bitter for a whole day!" Zhou Dan pointed to one. The peach-sized green fruit introduced.
"Ninety-six fruits! That's the bottom of the ranking!" Liangchen muttered and walked forward.
According to two monks, because there were so many spiritual fruits on the mountain, they initially racked their brains to name them, but later they named them based on their taste ranking.
He had long been accustomed to this strange name. He reached out and picked out a few and put them into his storage bag, then picked up another one and bit it in one bite.
"Hiss~" Although he was already prepared after hearing the introduction, he was still so excited by the taste of the fruit that he took a breath. I wanted to vomit directly, but I thought of the words "the bitterness is the bitterness but the joy is the sweetness", so I gritted my teeth and slowly ate it.
The fat monk next to him had a confused look on his face when he saw this, wondering why Liangchen was torturing himself like this.
This guest has an easy-going personality, a bit like a big brother. He is thoughtful and thoughtful, a bit like his second senior brother. I prefer eating, otherwise why would the storage bag on my waist be full of all kinds of spiritual fruits, even the ninety-sixth ranked fruit? They are much more powerful than me!
The fat monk thought to himself and couldn't help but admire Liangchen even more.
