Buddhism and Taoism two religions are red-eared and red for thousands of years, just like the formation of a big quagmire, the two religions of the past dynasties are not exempt from vulgarity, or debate in the temple, or write books to slander, one by one have to crawl and roll in this mud a few times, few can be recognized by later generations to be able to get out of the mud and not stained, in the past hundred years, Buddhism has produced a white-clothed monk who traveled to the west to learn scriptures, only to alleviate the embarrassment of the three religions of this dynasty to Confucianism as the first and then to the Buddha at the bottom, but unfortunately after the epiphany said the present world, it is a huge impact on the white-clothed monks and the two Zen temples.
This tall monk once laughed and said that the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is like two old farmers in the village grabbing water to irrigate the fields, the water source is the same, but the amount of water is so much after all, whoever steals more and grabs more water and cheats some water into their own farmland, whose crops will harvest better, fight for water, naturally have to bump into it, first move the mouth, can not persuade the other side, and then move the fists and feet, it is really not good, who has a good relationship with the pavilion chief, and let the official family with weapons in his hand to kill.
This is naturally the white-clothed monk in self-deprecation, but also ironic Taoist Longhu Mountain close to the imperial court, favored by the king, from the palace down to the rivers and lakes, in history launched as many as six times to destroy the Buddha movement, the white-clothed monks in the past two times on the Taoist ancestral court on the top of the golden battle alone more than a dozen Taoist real people, are similar to killing the enemy 1,000 self-damage 800 means to win, strange to say, the past Buddhism once every ten years of debate, even if there is a big victory, afterwards will suffer countless criticism, only this never said the white monk, won staggering, Even the arrogant old immortals of Longhu Mountain are just smiling bitterly, and there are not too many mustards, these years there are often some real people outside Longhu Mountain to quote and ingest Buddhist doctrines, write all kinds of classics to criticize and oppose Buddhism, carry the bookcase and go to the two Zen temples to find the theory of the white-clothed monks, the result is without exception after going down the mountain without a word, how outsiders ask, are silent.
Outside the thatched hut behind the two Zen temples, two bald monks, one large and one small, are basking in the sun.
Here is too close to the forbidden stele forest, there are few visitors, there is no temple in those heavy to cover the nose can not cover the smell of incense, there is a vegetable garden chicken coop behind the thatched house, there are two peach blossoms in front, the age is not big, a peach is planted when the daughter of a middle-aged monk was born, and then he doesn't know where to kidnap a little fool Wu Nanbei, and replanted a weeping branch peach, the back of the mountain is shaded, the peach tree grows slowly, the branches are sparse, the branches are green, and the small flowers and bones are far from being plump.
Every year on the birthday of two children, the teacher of Ben Nanbei will carry a kitchen knife, pull the two children born on the same day and month of the same year to go under the peach tree, and carve traces according to their height.
This made Miss Li a little melancholy, in the future, if the stupid Nanbei grew so tall as her father, wouldn't she have to stand on tiptoe to touch his head The little monk doesn't need to give an explanation today, and tomorrow he will replace the master to go to the Lotus Golden Dome of Longhu Mountain, the little monk is finally a monk at a young age who can convince people with reason in the two Zen temples, and he can't see any stage fright, but he asked depressedly: "Master, tomorrow I will go to Longhu Mountain to quarrel with them, how can there be Taoist priests coming up the mountain to talk to you." ” The white-clothed monk was lying on a rattan chair, stroking his bald head, and caught a glimpse of his daughter-in-law coming out of the hut to wash clothes, and said in a firm tone: "Everyone on the mountain and down the mountain knows that your master is good at craftsmanship, and she came to eat." ” The little monk was really stupid, and said sincerely: "Ah, master, why did you carry your master yesterday and say that there was too much salt in the plate of green leeks that bite spring, and you asked me for water to drink, I think the saltiness is moderate."
But these Taoist priests are too inch-inch, although the visitors are guests, but the master and the master have made a table of meals, they have also eaten, and they have to quarrel with the master, and if you can't quarrel, you will be sloppy, okay, master, you are afraid of the noise in your ears, lead them to the back of the house and ask them to use their fists to finish the reason, scolded the master and beat the master, in the end, the master has to say with a smile that ours is not, alas, this world. ” The white-clothed monk was viciously twisted on the shoulders of the woman, King Kong is undefeated, oh, this bald uncle frowned, his face was full of pity.
When the daughter-in-law holding the basin snorted coldly and walked away, he gently patted the stupid apprentice's head, glared at the cigarette, but did not reprimand the little monk for not having eyesight.
Stupid Nanbei scratched his head, it is indeed as the East and West say all the year round, it is very slippery and not slippery, like a wooden fish.
The little monk sighed and said: "Master, can I do it, when the quarrel is lost, in case the old abbot doesn't even give us copper coins, then the master will definitely complain about me." ” The most lazy middle-aged monk said irresponsiblely: "The old abbot said you can do it, you say you can't do it" The little monk hesitated: "This, it's still not very good, the old abbot saw who didn't say yes, yes, half a year ago, the big monk from Tianzhu said that he wanted to build a temple and say the law, and the old abbot agreed without saying a word, and they were angry with the abbot Huixian who had coveted the land for many years, and a month ago, Uncle Falin said that he wanted to return to the vulgar, not a monk, and he wanted to go to the bottom of the mountain to be a butcher who drank wine and ate meat, such a big thing, the old abbot just smiled and said yes, and two days ago, the eight-year-old Yongfa disciple ran to the old abbot's meditation room, said that if he didn't give candy to eat, he would pee there, and the old abbot agreed differently. ” The white-clothed monk sighed lightly and asked, "Things say you can do it, then you can't do it?"
Ben Nanbei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grinned and said, "I'll see it." ” The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Then what are you talking about, you go and see how things are going to help you pack your bags, my daughters have never treated me like this, I am upset when I see you, go and go." ” The little monk muttered, "Master, you don't go down the mountain for a long journey. ” Seeing the master's glare, Ben Nanbei hurriedly lifted his butt from the small bench, spread his feet and ran to the simple thatched hut.
The white-clothed monk closed his eyes and said lazily: "Master has traveled tens of thousands of miles in one trip, and he has completed the road of his life. ” There are three rooms in the thatched hut, the room in the north and south of the stupid is next door to Li Dongxi, in addition to a bed, a table, a stool and a green lamp in the hut, plus a few Buddhist scriptures on the table, there are no superfluous objects, which is in stark contrast to the mess of pots and pans in the master's and sister's house, as well as the scattered favorite things in Li Dongxi's boudoir.
Li Dongxi sat on the narrow wooden bed with neatly stacked quilts in Bennan and Nanbei, tossing and turning a simple linen bag, in fact, there were only a few changes of clothes, but she stuffed some copper coins and broken silver that she asked for from her mother, half of them were for Bennan Nanbei to buy Buddhist scriptures, and some of them asked him to go down the mountain to buy some cheap rouge gouache, talented and beautiful novels, small carved makeup boxes, she was worried about whether these silver coins were enough to spend, frowning little brows, that demeanor was the same as her father.
Wu Nanbei didn't make a sound when he saw it, but just secretly had fun.
"Oh, stupid north and south, this string of red sandalwood prayer beads was given to me by Xu Fengnian, you take it.
He said that when walking the rivers and lakes, you have to pay attention to style, or many guys will look down on people.
Okay, it's a loan from you, not a gift for you. ” "Master will be unhappy when he sees it, you usually don't even touch him.
For this reason, the master has already written down hundreds of knives in the account book for His Royal Highness. ” "Dead North and South, then do you want it or not?"
"To" "When you go out, you have to save some money, know not to package the silver, well, if you don't have enough money to buy books, then buy less rouge gouache, anyway, you are stupid, you don't know how to bargain, you will definitely be slaughtered, anyway, the rouge at the foot of the mountain is also okay."
"Oh."
"Stupid Nanbei, don't tell me, oh oh, these silver coins are half a person, okay.
Don't buy me rouge gouache with all the money, remember?"
"Oh."
"Oh, you big-headed ghost, I asked my father to help you pick some tea leaves, and when you get to Longhu Mountain, when you see people, you will give more gifts and more smiles, and the monks who go out of our family must be the same as my father, and they are generous.
But in case you're beaten, don't be stubborn, run home, I'll be with my father Say it and let him help you out."
"Well, I know what's important."
"One more thing, don't forget, if you meet Xu Fengnian, remember to tell him to come to our house to play."
"Definitely."
"When Xu Fengnian goes up the mountain, will you help my father or Xu Fengnian?"
"Help you."
"You say it again" "Help Xu Fengnian."
"That's pretty much it."
The white-clothed monk lay on the rattan chair, listening to the small fights in the house, and remembered for no reason a winter many years ago, a kind of noodle tea that was eaten in the alleys of the capital, which was very capable of raising people's crop millet finely ground, the noodle tea was hot, gently shaken, and then rippled in a small porcelain bowl, and the way to eat was also a little poor, and the mouth had to be close to the edge of the bowl to drink, and the small bowl was circulating, so that the mouth was hot but not hot to the tongue, and the noodle tea in the bowl would not become cold early, and the internal organs were not warm anywhere.
The streets and alleys are full of ice cube awls under the eaves, but drinking such a bowl of noodle tea, the body is warm, and the heart is also warm.
Of course, what made him feel warm in the cold was that there was a woman sitting next to him, maybe not so good-looking, not too big in her heart, a little rude, but in the vast world, in the vast sea of people, a huge capital, thousands of empty alleys, hundreds of thousands of people, he didn't see His Majesty the Emperor, didn't see the princes and princesses, he saw her alone.
Since he has respected the Buddha and worshiped the Buddha more than many people in the world, he has no shame in his heart, and he is worthy of the three thousand troubles that have been shaved away.
He only felt that he could not afford those reverent eyes, and regarded him as a god, so he blushed a little when he drank noodle tea with her, and when she paid for the bill.
Firewood, rice, oil and salt, coarse tea and light rice, very good.
The daughter-in-law said that there were too many shameless women in the capital, and he was not allowed to go again, and if he didn't go, he wouldn't go.
The white-clothed monk smiled, opened his eyes and looked at the sky, and said to himself, "You're all old." ” The woman who was drying the clothes had the tip of her ears and said angrily: "Which little vixen is not ashamed to hook up with you?"
The unusually tall monk hurriedly got up, ran to help dry his clothes, and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, I'll come, I'll come." ” Li Shixi, who had finished tossing his bags, stood at the door, looking at his father and mother who loved each other, thinking that his mother was snoring and snoring when she was sleeping, and she didn't have a sleeping appearance, and her father who was kicked out of bed at both ends in three days didn't mind at all, the little girl was suddenly a little sad, would Xu Fengnian like a girl like herself The little girl's eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth were full of girlish sorrow, "Stupid Nanbei, I know that you can't touch Xu Fengnian when you go down the mountain." ” The little monk panicked, "Then I'll go down to Longhu Mountain, don't go home first, go to Beiliang to find His Royal Highness the Prince, okay?"
Li Dongxi burst into tears and laughed, and said with white eyes: "Forget it, I'm a woman, I don't care about this" The little monk laughed stupidly.
The white-clothed monk shook his head and sighed, how could he accept such an uncompetitive stupid apprentice.
The woman smiled knowingly: "The north and the south are not as good as you." ” That night, the little monk Benbei slept peacefully as always.
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On the contrary, Li Shi, who had nothing to do with her, tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, and barely slept very late.
In the early morning, a hundred-year-old monk of a very high age came to the thatched hut in the back mountain in person, greeted a Zen monk to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, headed by the old abbot who had a hair like snow, and some of the old guys in the temple who retreated also made a special trip to break through, and there were at least three or four hundred big bald heads in robes gathered in the square, not to mention many small novice bald heads hiding in the distance to join in the fun, and the grand occasion that was rare in ten years was unprecedented.
If Li Dongxi sees this scene, she can't roll her eyes and be tired, when she was a child, she still likes to listen to monks chanting and count how many bald heads there are, but the number of years and months, days and days, is not always an interesting thing.
Fortunately, Miss Li Zi slept late, and she didn't get up yet, the white-clothed monk and the little monk Wu Nanbei didn't dare to wake her up, this girl who took being a woman as the ideal got up very angry, even the little monk's master didn't dare to touch the mold easily, not to mention that a family of four counted their masters and apprentices with the most no status in the rivers and lakes, and Wu Nanbei was also afraid that he would be reluctant to let things laugh or get angry when he saw them.
The sea of people automatically separated.
The clear-eyed little monk and the lazy white-clothed monk walked side by side.
The old abbot, who is known as a good man, walked down the steps with a smile, saw the little monk, and liked it from the bottom of his heart.
The old abbot was about to speak, when he saw the sea of people that had been close to each other parting again, and when he looked up, he saw a little girl who was the biggest in the two temples running over, and she cried as she ran The stupid master stood at the edge of the square and stopped, looking helpless.
The girl ran to the stupid little monk who grew up with her father and childhood sweetheart, crying all the way, her eyes were swollen from crying, she probably ran and fell sharply, and her body was covered with a lot of dust, she grabbed the corner of the little monk's robe, and said heartbrokenly: "Stupid Nanbei, I have a nightmare" Rao is the big bald heads present are all famous monks in the world, and at this moment, they are all laughing kindly.
The white-clothed monk and the old abbot glanced at each other and sighed slightly.
Li Dongxi clutched the little monk's robe, for fear that as soon as she let go, she would no longer be able to grasp this robe, and she would never see this stupid Nanbei who thought they would be together forever, she was heartbroken and choked up: "I dreamed that you died and became a Buddha, and you said that you were going to the west and ignore me again."
"I called you Wu Nanbei, I said I didn't call you stupid, I also said that you called me plums and things, but you just ignored me and left" "North and South, I dreamed that you were standing under Beiliang City, I was standing on the head of the city, I could only look at you, in front of you was a dense and terrible cavalry, I don't know that there were hundreds of thousands, but you said that the world is big, Rong Xiaosheng only in front of this Beiliang City, erected a monument of mercy for the plums, and then those bad guys shot arrows in unison, they didn't charge, just a wave of arrows rain poured on your head, you first bleed, the whole robe was red, and then you sat down in place, bowed your head and chanted the scriptures, the blood turned golden, and then you became a Buddha, Dad said that this is the Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, Vajra angry eyes, you have become a Buddha, and you will never see me again" "Stupid Nanbei, I don't want rouge gouache, don't die, okay" The girl spoke intermittently, and the pear blossoms brought rain.
Talking to the old monks, the little monk who nodded with the goddess scattered flowers and stubborn stones, probably because of the sadness of distressed things, also cried.
The whole square was filled with horror to the monks I was blown away.
The old abbot's eyelids narrowed, and he looked at the white-clothed monk lightly, who smiled and said, "It's okay, my apprentice doesn't go to Longhu Mountain, I'll go, Master, it's okay."
The old abbot smiled slightly, it should have been reasonable, but this time he nodded unexpectedly: "Okay." ” The little monk Ben Nanbei straightened the placket of his robe, folded his hands, and faced the old abbot with the plaque of the Daxiong Treasure Hall at the height behind him, bowed his head and said softly: "If the little monk can really become a Buddha, he doesn't want to become a Buddha from today on." ”: