"Since I originally planned to go to Wugong Mountain, and Brother Zhou's daughter has not returned to Wugong Mountain for a long time, why don't I take the opportunity to look for her daughter on her behalf?"
Thinking of this, he almost didn't hesitate, and took the initiative to say: "Brother Zhou, since you mentioned this to me, I can tell you that I will be going to Jiangxi soon, and I will pass by Wugong along the way. Mountain and stay there for a while. If you can trust me, you might as well tell me Ling Qianjin's appearance and characteristics, so that I can keep an eye on her for you. When I see Ling Qianjin, I will definitely persuade her to return home as soon as possible."
Zhou Xian's hand holding the cup paused, and he said with surprise on his face: "My sister actually wants to go to Jiangxi? Is this true?"
Ye Wumian smiled and said: "How dare you lie? Take this wine as a lesson!"
As he spoke, he picked up a full bowl of wine and drank it all. The wine was quite spicy when it entered his throat. He let out a long sigh and his face turned visibly red.
The Imperial Guards on the side cheered and clapped, and they all said, "The girl has a lot of talent." Zhou Xian also praised: "The girl is very good at swordsmanship, and her drinking capacity is not even that of Liu Ling."
Ye Wumian wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is so complimentary. Of course Amian can't compare to Liu Canjun."
Liu Ling, a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, ran naked on the street after getting drunk. He stayed up all night thinking that he could not do this.
Zhou Xian saw that he was serious in what he said and didn't seem to be lying. His eyebrows that had been dull for a long time finally softened. He ate all the wine in the bowl and said happily: "Now that I have my sister's promise, I can rest assured." . As for my little girl’s appearance, please listen to me whispering to you.”
After all, there were many people in the hotel, so Zhou Xian lowered his voice and said to him: "The little girl's name is Zhou Qingshuang. She is more than five feet tall. She has an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows. In the middle of her eyes, there is a little cinnabar beauty mark, which is just right. Her nose is like a jade. , with a mouth like a cherry and a charming smile, her mother loved her very much and spoiled her rotten. Her dress had no specific style, sometimes she looked like a heroine in the world, sometimes she looked like an embroiderer in the boudoir. A young lady who has not yet left the court, she is only fifteen years old, but she often has the sorrow of fifty and a half. She likes to play with swords, especially Du Sheng's sword moves..."
Ye Wumian wrote down these characteristics one by one. After Zhou Xian finished speaking, he said seriously: "Amian has remembered them all in his heart. He dare not or forget them. If he sees a woman with a similar appearance, he will persuade her to return home."
While he was talking, all the dishes had been served. Zhou Xian smiled and said, "I won't say any more disgusting words of thanks. My sister just persuaded my little girl to come back. I have a body of less than six feet, so I have nothing to do with my sister." Driven. But the girl should try not to assign too difficult tasks to me. My abilities are limited, haha~"
So the guests and hosts had a good time, stopped talking, and concentrated on eating and drinking.
At this moment, the firewood door was pushed open, and accompanied by the cold wind blowing through the hall, a Taoist priest in slovenly clothes walked in and sat down at the only table with space.
The Taoist priest had a pointed and small head. The bun on his head was divided into two branches and stretched out to both sides, trembling slightly. When Ye Wumian saw it, he felt it was funny and thought to himself: "The way the hair is combed looks like the antennae of an ant; the old Taoist priest's head also looks like an ant's head."
The sloppy Taoist sat down, placed a gourd on the table, and said with a smile: "It's snowing tonight, can you have a drink? Where is the waiter? Come on, come on! Fill this gourd with wine with me Come."
Seeing that the boys were busy and walking around, but no one paid attention to him, the Taoist was not angry, as if everything was as expected.
Unhurriedly, he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, put it next to the gourd with a "pop" sound, and said loudly: "I heard again that the beef in Lushan Restaurant is also excellent. After filling the wine, give it to How about I finely chop two pounds of beef to go with the wine?"
The waiter rushed over like a dog smelling of shit, first collected the money, then picked up the gourd, and said with a smile: "Very good, very good, sir, please wait a moment, the beef and wine will be ready in a while." "
Opposite the sloppy Taoist, a monk was sitting, eating a bowl of plain noodles and a bowl of plain wine. Seeing that the Taoist wanted to drink and eat meat, he quickly put his hands together and chanted: "Namo Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."
"Haha!" The sloppy Taoist smiled and said, "Before eating meat, the poor Taoist also committed sins like you every day. But one day, I ate a piece of donkey meat, and from then on, I never thought about it again." It's a sin, but I think 'the best life, the best life!'"
The Taoist ignored the monk's mood and kept talking as if no one was watching: "Tsk tsk, you don't understand the taste of donkey meat. As the saying goes, 'Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground'; people also say, 'Donkey meat is fragrant, horse meat is fragrant. It smells so bad that I will not eat mule meat.' From this we can see that donkey meat is delicious... It's a pity that the poor man has never eaten donkey meat since he crossed the river. Now, he can only substitute it with beef temporarily. Oops! I don't know when. , I can eat donkey meat again!”
I spent sleepless nights eating and listening to what this sloppy Taoist said.
He saw that the rest of the people in the tavern were all intimidated by the power of the Jin Yiwei and just immersed themselves in eating without saying a word. Only this sloppy Taoist seemed to have not seen the Jin Yiwei. He was free and easy, talking non-stop, and he was really a Stranger. He couldn't help but attract his attention.
The more the monk listened to what the sloppy Taoist said, the angrier his face became. He reluctantly waited patiently for him to finish speaking, slammed the table, and hummed: "You eat this when you open your mouth, and eat that when you shut up. It seems that it is just for food." Desire is born, you are such a Taoist, you really don’t follow the rules!”
The monk stood up and said in a sonorous voice: "Your Taoist sect's "Tao Te Ching" says: 'The five colors blind the eyes, the five tones make the ears deaf, and the five tastes refresh the mouth.' A person who has attained the Tao just needs to have a full stomach. , how can I be as crazy and stupid as you, who never tire of fine food and delicate food!
Chapter 53 also says: "To be a person of literary talent, to carry a sharp sword, to hate food and drink, and to have more than enough money is to boast to thieves, and it is not Tao!" 'You are getting better and better for eating, and you are doing more harm for the sake of Tao, Amitabha! "
The sloppy Taoist took the wine gourd and beef brought by the waiter, drank and took a big mouthful, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, and smacked and smacked it with his mouth, feeling and tasting it for a long time.
After a while, he slowly said jokingly: "Hey, you monk, if you don't concentrate on eating your Buddhist food and reciting your Buddhist scriptures, how come you have learned Taoist Master's "Tao Te Ching"? What, you want to follow?" Master Dao, should I steal my job?"
The monk said: "I don't dare. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless and only serves to save all sentient beings."
The sloppy Taoist picked up a piece of beef and ate it, and said with a smile: "Although you, a monk, have the talent of sophistry, you don't have the wisdom of Buddhism. You used Taoist Master's words to prevent me from eating meat and drinking wine in front of you, because you were afraid that I would ruin you." Cultivation means attachment to 'self'.
The "Diamond Sutra" of your Buddhist school says: "If a Bodhisattva has the appearance of myself, the appearance of a human being, the appearance of living beings, or the appearance of a person with a long life, then he is not a Bodhisattva." ''All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not true, you will see the Tathagata. '"
After taking a sip of wine, the sloppy Taoist let out a deep burp and said, "Hey, old monk, with your practice, I'm afraid you won't be able to see your Tathagata."
