In today's society, it is difficult to be a serious monk.
Namo Amitabha,
In the temple, monks are chanting sutras.
Wang Yao stood outside and listened for a while.
"Not sincere." He said these three words with a smile.
"No sincerity, what kind of sincerity?" Chen Ying on the side asked with some confusion after hearing this.
"Those monks who chant sutras are not sincere." Wang Yao pointed to the inside of the temple.
"You are not sincere, you know this?"
"Well, you can hear it by listening to their chanting. It's just a matter of chanting and coping."
Wang Yao smiled and said, sincere business comes from the heart, so the voice is powerful and full of some special emotions. However, most of the voices made by the monks chanting sutras in the temple are weak. , and, with Wang Yao's extraordinary hearing, he could even tell that some of the monks' words were not scriptures at all, and he didn't know what they were.
These people!
He and Chen Ying walked around the temple and then went out to other places.
The scenery on this mountain can only be regarded as average, but Wang Yao still looked around with interest. Compared with cities surrounded by walls and reinforced concrete, he prefers such a natural environment.
Unconsciously, the sky darkened. Wang Yao was also very happy.
"Come on, let's go back."
"good."
The two people walked down the mountain and met a monk of medium build who passed Wang Yao on the way.
Um
Wang Yao stopped and looked back at the monks going up the mountain.
"Monk." He called to the monk.
"What's the matter?" The monk stopped when he heard this and looked back at Wang Yao with some doubts.
"Is it tasty?"
"What?" The monk was stunned when he heard this.
"Mutton!" Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is talking about." The monk said very seriously.
"Well, it's quite similar." Wang Yao smiled.
"Monk, take care."
"Donor, take care." The monk clasped his hands together, then saluted Wang Yao and Chen Ying, then turned and left.
"Interesting." Wang Yao smiled and continued down the mountain.
"Sir, how do you know he has eaten meat?"
"I can smell the smell of mutton and cumin on him," Wang Yao said.
"Not only did he eat meat, he also drank wine and found women." Wang Yaodao.
"Ah, I know this mutton and wine. I can smell it. Can you tell that he is looking for a woman?"
"Well, that's easy to say. He has a fragrance on his body, which is the smell of perfume. A monk should not wear perfume, and it is such a pungent perfume. That man is an out-and-out meat-and-wine monk."
"He still looks like a monk. It's a pity that he lost his good skin." Chen Ying said after hearing this.
"Come on, let's go eat mutton too?"
"OK!"
When Wang Yao said this, the monk who went up the mountain cursed.
"Ma, I have a lot of things to do, but that woman will listen to you when the time comes. Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a sin."
When passing by the Buddhist hall, he hurriedly saluted the Bodhisattva sitting on the lotus.
The Bodhisattva looked at him with a smile.
"Bodhisattva, my disciple broke the precepts again today. Please forgive me, Bodhisattva." After saying that, he turned and left.
The Buddha statue behind him is still sitting there, still smiling, with the smoke rising in front of it.
This is just a small episode.
After coming down the mountain, Chen Ying drove Wang Yao to a famous hot pot restaurant to eat hotpot mutton.
I ordered a few side dishes, the highlight was the hot pot.
"On the mountain, he eats fasting and chants Buddha's name, and seems to be sincere. At the foot of the mountain, he drinks wine, eats meat and looks for women. What a monk!"
Looking at the boiling hot pot, Wang Yao thought of the monk again.
"They are paid in the mountains." Chen Ying said.
"Yeah?"
"Of course, there are a lot of believers there. During festivals and festivals, when people go to burn incense and worship Buddha, they will have money for incense. And sometimes, you can buy a lot of money for the incense stick. Where does the money go? How much money does it cost every day? How much money can a monk spend on eating and drinking? I have seen that the tea they drink is of the highest quality.”
"Oh, that's so happy!" Wang Yao was also quite surprised when Chen Ying said this.
How good are these monks' lives
"If you eat fast and chant Buddha's name every day, no wonder you will have distracting thoughts. Isn't it too tasteless!"
"yes."
"Ah, the meat is here, shall we start it too?"
"good."
This dinner was quite enjoyable.
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when the two of them returned to the courtyard.
"Let me get in touch and take you to try the gun tomorrow?"
"Okay, feel free." Wang Yao said after hearing this.
In fact, every man has dreams about guns, and Wang Yao has also thought about them, but now those have become a thing of the past.
The wind picked up at night and it felt a little chilly on my body.
Chen Ying contacted a good place, but in fact these things are not as simple as they appear on the surface.
Just when Chen Ying was about to go to bed, she received a call from the treatment center that her younger brother was ill.
Only then did she know that since the last time she and Wang Yao went to treat his brother until now, his brother had remained conscious, which surprised her. As far as she knew, this was the longest time her brother had remained conscious. time.
She looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock.
"Go talk to him?"
She went out and knocked on Wang Yao's door. Wang Yao put down the book in his hand and got up to open the door.
"What's up?"
"My brother got sick just now."
"Let's go and have a look," Wang Yao said without hesitation after hearing this.
Chen Ying went to drive while calling.
At this point in the night, there were relatively fewer cars in the capital, and the time it took them to get there was shorter than during the day.
In addition to Dean Fu, there was a doctor who received them. After being introduced by Dean Fu, Wang Yao found out that he was Chen Zhou's attending doctor.
"The room has been arranged for you, but he just took the medicine."
"Go and have a look." Wang Yao said.
"good."
The room was still the same room, but Chen Zhou had already fallen asleep due to taking medicine.
Wang Yao came to the bed and checked it carefully.
Hiss, weird!
He clearly felt that some veins in his head were out of order again, but just the day before yesterday, he had straightened these veins through external force.
"Did he receive any hits, especially to the head?"
"No." Dr. Li, who was in charge, was very sure. It was precisely because this patient's condition was very special that he was very concerned about it this day.
"What's wrong, Doctor Wang?"
"Something strange."
He then used the method of "inner breath" to straighten these disordered meridians. But instead of waking him up, he carefully examined other parts of his body.
"no problem!"
He couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"In this way, after he wakes up, you continue to observe to see when he gets sick, and remember his experiences before he got sick."
"good."
"Excuse me," said Dr. Li.
"What's up?"
"Is it because Chen Zhou didn't get sick for a day because he received your treatment?" He asked tentatively.
"yes."
"Really!" He said very excitedly when he heard Wang Yao agreed.
"you?"
"Oh, then could you please tell me what kind of treatment method you use? Can it also be used on other mentally ill patients?!"
"Well, I'm sorry!" Facing this somewhat "fanatic" Dr. Li, Wang Yao decisively blocked all his subsequent words with his first sentence.
"Ah, then, that's such a pity!" Dr. Li originally had a lot of things he wanted to say to Wang Yao, but he could only swallow them all.
"Shall we go back?"
"good."
"Dr. Wang, what happened to my brother?" Chen Ying couldn't help but ask on the way back.
"Some of the meridians in his head are a little out of whack."
"Disordered meridians?!" She is a martial arts practitioner and is no stranger to this term.
"how so?"
"I can't say the specific reason yet. I can only wait for the next time he gets sick to check it out. It would be best to have a video of when he got sick. In that case, we might be able to get some clues." Wang Yaodao.
In fact, the best way is for him to stay at the treatment center and watch Chen Zhou. When he gets sick, he will naturally be able to get some of the information he wants, but this is a bit unrealistic.
"Okay, I will contact them there."
Because they went to the treatment center, it took two hours to go back and forth. In addition to the delay there, it was already past one o'clock in the night when they returned to the small courtyard.
"Thank you so much this time, Doctor Wang." Chen Ying said sincerely before entering the room.
"It's a win-win situation for us," Wang Yao said.
"I also hope to be able to cure your brother's disease. Such a disease is also a challenge for me, and it can also improve my medical skills."
After all, Chen Ying still kept this kindness in his heart. If it were other passers-by, the other person would never treat him.
"Okay, it's been a tiring day. Let's rest. Good night."
"Good night."
The next day, Wang Yao got up very early and stood in the small yard.
It is still a world of communication.
This sounds a bit fantasy, but in fact, people themselves are a part of heaven and earth, and their bodies have potential. Wang Yao believes that these methods of practice are to constantly improve oneself, break through oneself, and create another connection between people and heaven and earth. Better communication.
"I've already made contact. We can go over and test the gun in the morning." Chen Ying said to Wang Yao while having breakfast.
"OK."
Chen Ying drove her to a station that was supposed to be an armed police station.
Firearms are very strictly managed in China, but outsiders are allowed to visit and use them in some special circumstances, such as interviews, student military training, and special personnel like Chen Ying.
An officer here obviously knew her and followed her all the way to the shooting range.
Some firearms have been prepared on a long table, including pistols, rifles, and even a sniper rifle.