Xinyuan agreed, while supporting him to lie down, and said: "Take a rest, I'm already a half of Wudang, you can rest assured." Xinyuan covered Lao Mo's head with a quilt, and then blew out the lights. , Sleep next to.
The night was very deep, and Xinyuan was very tired this day, but he also gained a lot, and soon fell asleep. But what about Old Mo? Is Lao Mo head asleep? This martial arts master who has been hiding in the Shaolin Temple for 30 years, after experiencing a lifetime of stumbling, is about to end his life, in this dark night, what is he thinking about
When Xin Yuan got up the next day, Old Motou was already dead. Old Motou died peacefully. His expression was very calm. Although it was still full of ravines and vicissitudes of history, it was from such a face full of wind, frost, snow and rain that we saw the rough life of a lonely old man. . Maybe he was really vigorous back then, but when he died, he was quiet. The fame and disgrace 30 years ago have gone away from him. He is now just an old man, a dead old man.
Xinyuan and another monk brought out a coffin from the next room. It was made by Old Motou when he was alive, and it was only made a few days ago. Xinyuan remembers that Old Motou once said that some people need help in dressing when they die, but some people don't use it, because they will lie down by themselves before they die. When Lao Mo said this, he might think he belonged to the second kind of person, but he had forgotten one thing, that is, after he lay in the coffin, he still needed someone to help him fill in the earth and erect a monument. Fortunately, he does not belong to the second type of person. Xinyuan and another monk took out the coffin, buried Lao Mo's head, and buried them on the hillside of the back mountain.
Although Lao Motou was the number one master of Wudang back then, only Xinyuan knew this. In the prestigious Shaolin Temple, Lao Motou is just an old man who takes care of the vegetable garden, nothing else.
That night, Xinyuan secretly went down the mountain and bought some wine and meat to go to Lao Motou's grave. When he was in the temple before, he felt very restrained. Although he is a disciple of the abbot, his status in the temple is very high. However, there are too many clear rules and precepts in the temple. Apart from practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures, they can’t do anything. Moreover, when they meet with the brothers and sisters, they usually just say hello, and then walk away blankly. Apart from knowing each other, On friendship, there is probably only incense. But since entering the vegetable garden, there is a sense of unclear affinity between him and Lao Mo. Lao Mo calls him "He is far from the heart", and he also calls each other "Lao Motou." You are not polite or modest, just like two grandparents who depend on each other. Especially yesterday, when Old Motou told Xinyuan about his life experience, Xinyuan's feelings for him became deeper without knowing it. Usually, Motou always talks in Xinyuan's ears, which also makes Xinyuan. Yuan has a sense of dependence on Lao Motou. And now, everything is over. This person who had only met for less than a month suddenly left quietly, no more chattering in his ears, no more rickety figure and weak figure. So Xinyuan felt unprecedented loneliness, and his heart was empty, only that part of his body seemed to have suddenly disappeared. This feeling was different from the feeling of Master Shenmu after his death. After Master Shenmu died, Xinyuan felt lonely and afraid, which was obviously different from loneliness and emptiness. As for the differences, Xinyuan himself obviously didn't understand.
Let’s say that Xinyuan drank two catties of Fenjiu and bought two catties of cooked beef and came to Lao Motou’s grave. After the memorial service, he sat down beside the tombstone and said, “Lao Motou, I’m here to see you. I bought it secretly. Master and brother don’t know about it. If you know about it, give me a dream in the evening and let us have a good chat.” After talking, I drank a big sip of wine, but my mouth was full of acrid pungency. It's hot and very uncomfortable. After a while, I felt a little better, and then said: "I have remembered what you said last night. Don't worry. If I wander around the rivers and lakes in the future and meet someone from the Demon Cult, I will definitely teach him a lesson. You vent your anger. Of course, I am going to see Wudang too. I heard that Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, is a lunatic. Although you are not embarrassed to say this, I know."
After saying this, Xinyuan took a sip of wine again. After the sip of wine, he remembered that the wine was not very good, so he quickly ate a large bite of beef. After swallowing, he slapped his thigh and said: "This northern wine is not well done, not as good as Jiangnan. At the beginning of the year, when Master and I were in Jiangnan, Shaoxing's daughter drank a lot of red wine. At that time I was still Monk..." When he said this, he felt that there was something wrong with him, so he thought about it, then patted his forehead, and smiled: "Yes, now I am still a monk. I mean at that time I was a monk. Those who obey the many precepts can drink and eat meat, which is much better than it is now. Well, yes, I mean Jiangnan wine is better to drink.” Speaking of which, he took another sip of wine, but this time he grew longer. With some memory, he only took a sip, and then said: "Different from Jiangnan's wine, that daughter Hong is good, um... it tastes better, um, it is good..." He originally wanted to praise her daughter Hong greatly. Fan, but because of the lack of research on wine, I really can’t describe how good my daughter’s wine is, so she can only say "Okay, good wine, good wine for my daughter, good wine for my daughter..." Besides, there is nothing unique. opinion.
In this way, Xinyuan was talking to the tomb while drinking and eating meat. He was not drinking well, and after a while, he became drunk unknowingly.
At some point, Xinyuan was woken up suddenly. He opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on the ground with many monks standing around. They looked at him with different expressions. There were senior brothers, second senior brothers, third senior brothers, fourth senior brothers, and many other senior brothers. He looked carefully again and found that he was lying on the ground of the precepts, so he stood up and got up. When he got up, he only felt that his whole body was weak. Seeing so many people looking at me with surprised eyes, I didn't know what happened for a while, and asked: "Why are you looking at me like this? Do you have words on my face?" Wiped.
Just listen to Fang Jing's words: "Little Junior Brother, you are so courageous, you dare to commit such a big precept..."
Xinyuan couldn't help but took a breath, and suddenly realized that he was caught by them while drinking and eating meat secretly, and his face changed color involuntarily. He knows that meat and wine are the Buddhist precepts, second only to killing and licentious precepts. Now that I have committed such a big mistake, even the abbot can’t cover it up, ranging from facing the wall to the punishment with a stick, and even more serious is to face the wall with the stick first...