Buddhism and Taoism have been arguing for thousands of years, like a big quagmire, and the masters of the two religions in the past have not been able to avoid the vulgarity, either arguing in the temple, or writing books to slander, each of them has to grope in the mud for a few days. Fan, there are few who can be recognized by later generations as able to get out of the mud without being stained. In the past hundred years, there has been a white-clothed monk who traveled westward to learn Buddhist scriptures, which eased the ranking of the three religions in this dynasty. It is an embarrassment for the Buddha to be at the bottom, but it is a pity that when the epiphany comes to life, it will have a huge impact on the white-clothed monk and the Liangchan Temple. This tall monk once said with a smile that the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is like two old farmers in the village fighting for water to irrigate their fields. The water source is the same, but the amount of water is so much after all. The harvest of the family’s crops will be better. If you are fighting for water, you will naturally bump into them. Use your mouth first. If you can’t persuade the opponent, then use your fists. kill.
This is naturally a white-clothed monk who, while laughing at himself, also insinuated that Taoist Longhushan was close to the court and was favored by the king. Twice in the Taoist ancestral court's golden dome alone, more than a dozen Dazhengs won by means similar to killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred. Strange to say, in the past ten years of debates between Buddhism and Taoism, even if one of the big Sheng won, and he would suffer countless criticisms afterwards, but this white-clothed monk who never said anything, won staggeringly, and even the extremely arrogant Longhushan old gods just smiled wryly, without much grudges. There are some real people outside Longhu Mountain who quote and absorb Buddhist principles, and write various classics to criticize and oppose Buddhism. They carry their bookcases and go to Liangchan Temple to find white-clothed monks to discuss them. As a result, they all go down the mountain without saying a word. How can outsiders ask? They all kept silent.
Outside the thatched hut on the mountain behind the Liangchan Temple, two bald monks, one big and one small, were basking in the sun. It is too close to the forest of steles in the forbidden area, and there are few visitors, so there is no such strong smell of incense in the temple that you can't cover your nose. There is a vegetable garden and chicken coop behind the hut, and there are two peach blossoms in front. They are not very old. The crimson peach was planted when the middle-aged monk's daughter was born. Later, he abducted a little idiot Wu Nanbei from somewhere, and replanted a weeping green peach. Now the branches are green, and the small flower bones are far from plump.
Every year on the birthdays of the two children, the mother-in-law of the stupid Nanbei will take a kitchen knife and take the two children born on the same day and the same month to the peach tree, and carve marks according to their height. In the early days, Li Dongxi, as a girl, developed early and grew taller. Fast, every birthday is as happy as a oriole, chirping non-stop, and constantly touching Ben Nanbei's little bald head, making fun of him for being a short winter melon, but unfortunately the feng shui turns, when she steps into a girl, when he becomes Young man, Li Dongxi is not happy. Now Wu Nanbei is taller than her, which makes Li Zi a little sad. In the future, if stupid Nanbei grows as tall as her father, wouldn't she have to stand on her heels to touch his head?
The little monk does not need to explain the scriptures today, and tomorrow he will replace the master to go to the Lotus Golden Summit of Longhu Mountain. After all, the little monk is a young monk who can convince people with reasoning in the two Zen temples. I don’t see any stage fright. He just asked depressedly: "Master, I'm going to Longhu Mountain to quarrel with them tomorrow, why are Taoists going up the mountain to chatter with you?"
The monk in white was lying on a rattan chair, stroking his bald head, and saw 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 know that your teacher's wife is good at craftsmanship, so I came here to eat."
The little monk is really stupid, and said sincerely: "Ah? Then why did you tell your wife behind your back yesterday that there was too much salt in the plate of green leeks that bite spring, and you asked me for water. I think the saltiness is moderate. But these Taoists It’s too aggressive. Although the visitors are guests, the master and wife have cooked a table of meals, and they ate their meals, and they still have to quarrel with you, master. Noisy, led them to the back of the house and asked them to finish the reasoning with their fists, scolded Master and beat Master, and in the end, Master would say with a contemptuous smile that we were wrong, alas, this world."
The white-clothed monk's shoulders were pinched viciously by the woman, what the hell is King Kong Bubai, the bald man frowned, his face full of pity. When the daughter-in-law walking away with a basin in her arms humming coldly, he lightly patted the stupid apprentice on the head, stared at the smoke, but didn't say a word to reprimand the young monk for his lack of vision.
Stupid Nanbei scratched his head, it was indeed as what Dongxi said all the year round, it was quite slippery, like a wooden fish. The little monk sighed and said, "Master, can I do it right? I lose the fight, and if the old abbot doesn't even give us the copper money, my wife will definitely blame me."
The most lazy middle-aged monk said irresponsibly: "The old abbot said you can do it, can you do it?"
The little monk hesitated: "This, it's still not very good, right? The old abbot didn't say yes to anyone he met. Half a year ago, the out-of-town monk who came to Tianzhu said he wanted to build a temple, and the old abbot agreed without saying a word. Abbot Huixian of that land for many years and they were so angry. Also, a month ago, Uncle Falin said that he would return to vulgarity and stop being a monk, and he would go down the mountain to be a butcher who drinks and eats meat. Such a big thing, Mr. The abbot just smiled and said yes, and also, two days ago, Junior Brother Yongfa, who was only eight years old, ran to the old abbot's meditation room and said he would pee there if he didn't give him sweets, but the old abbot agreed differently."
The white-clothed monk gave a light sigh, and asked back: "Things say you can do it, so can you do it?"
Ben Nanbei's eyes lit up immediately, he grinned innocently and said, "I think it will work."
The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Then what are you talking about, go and see how things are going to help you pack your bags. My daughter has never treated me like this. Seeing you makes me feel upset, go and go."
The little monk muttered: "Master, you don't want to go down the mountain and travel far."
Seeing the master's stare, Ben Nanbei hurriedly lifted his butt from the small bench, spread his feet and ran towards the shabby hut. While running, the monk's cassock, which was cleaned very cleanly by the master's wife, slowly fluttered at the two wide cuffs. Do not stir up dust.
The monk in white closed his eyes and said lazily: "Master has traveled tens of thousands of miles in one trip, and he has traveled the entire journey of his life."
There are three rooms in the thatched hut, and Ben Nanbei's room is next to Li Dongxi. In the hut, apart from a bed, a table, a stool, and a green lamp, plus a few Buddhist scriptures on the table, there are not many extra items. There is a sharp contrast between the messy pots, pans and pans in Lizi's boudoir and the scattered favorite things in Li Dongxi's boudoir. Li Dongxi sat on the narrow wooden bed with the stupidly stacked quilts neatly stacked, tossing and tossing a simple linen luggage. In fact, it was only a few changes of clothes, but she stuffed some copper coins and broken silver that she begged from her mother. , half of them were to buy Buddhist scriptures for Ben Nanbei, and some were to ask him to go down the mountain to buy some high-quality and cheap rouge powder, novels of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, and small carved makeup boxes. She was wondering whether the money would be enough to spend, wrinkled The brows and the demeanor are exactly the same as her father's. Wu Nanbei didn't make a sound when he saw it, but just laughed secretly.
"Here, Stupid Nanbei, this string of red sandalwood beads was given to me by Xu Fengnian, you take it. He said that you have to pay attention to style when traveling in the rivers and lakes, otherwise many guys will look down on others. It's agreed, I borrow it from you, isn't it It's for you."
"Master will be unhappy when he sees it. You don't even touch it for him. Master has already recorded hundreds of knives in the account book for His Royal Highness for this."
"Death to Nanbei, do you want it or not?!"
"want!"
"Going out, you need to save some money, you know? The money in the package, um, if you don't have enough money to buy books, then buy less rouge and gouache. Anyway, you are stupid and don't know how to bargain, so you will definitely be punished." Killer, anyway, the rouge at the foot of the mountain is fine."
"oh."
"Stupid Nanbei, don't follow me, half of the money is agreed. Don't give me all the money to buy rouge and gouache, remember?!"
"oh."
"Oh, you big-headed ghost! Also, I asked my father to pick and roast some tea leaves for you. When I arrived at Longhu Mountain, I would give gifts and smiles to people when I saw them. The monks who go out of our family have to be like my father. You are very generous. But in case you are beaten, don't be stubborn, run home quickly, and I will tell Dad to let him vent your anger for you!"
"Come on, I know the seriousness."
"One more thing, don't forget, if you meet Xu Fengnian, remember to tell him to come to our house to play."
"Sure."
"When Xu Fengnian goes up the mountain, will you help my father or Xu Fengnian?"
"I'll help you."
"Can you say that again!"
"Help Xu Fengnian."
"That's about the same."
The monk in white was lying on the rattan chair, listening to the small noises in the house, and for no reason remembered a kind of noodle tea that he had eaten in the alleys of the capital in the winter many years ago. It was a very nourishing crop. Finely ground, the noodle tea is boiling hot, shaken gently, and then swayed in a small porcelain bowl, and the way of eating is also a little delicate, the mouth has to stick to the edge of the bowl to drink slowly, and turn the small bowl around, so that , the mouth is hot but not the tongue, the noodle tea in the bowl will not cool down early, and all internal organs are warm. The streets and alleys are covered with ice cones, but drinking such a bowl of noodle tea will warm your body and heart. Of course, what made him feel warm in the severe cold was a woman sitting next to him. Ten thousand people, he didn't see His Majesty the Emperor, he didn't see the princes and dukes, he saw her alone. Since he has respected Buddha more than many people in the world, he has no shame in his heart and is worthy of the three thousand threads of troubles that have been shaved off. He just felt that he couldn't bear those reverent eyes and regarded him as a god, so when he drank tea with her and when she paid for the bill, he blushed a little.
Daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, simple tea and light rice, very good.
The daughter-in-law said that there were too many shameless women in that capital city, so he was not allowed to go again, and if he didn't go, he would not go.
The monk in white smiled, opened his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky, and said to himself, "I'm getting old."
The woman drying the clothes pointed her ears and said angrily: "Which little vixen is not ashamed to seduce you?"
The unusually tall monk got up quickly, ran to help dry the clothes, and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, I will come and I will come."
After tossing and unpacking, Li Dongxi stood at the door, looking at his parents who loved each other, thinking that his mother was snoring loudly in her sleep, and she was still not asleep, and her father who was kicked out of bed twice in three days would not mind at all, The little girl was suddenly 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 you won't be able to meet Xu Fengnian when you go down the mountain."
The little monk panicked, "Then I will go down Longhu Mountain, and instead of going home, I will go to Beiliang to find His Royal Highness, okay?"
Li Dongxi smiled through tears, rolled his eyes and said: "Forget it, I'm a heroine, I don't care about this!"
The little monk laughed foolishly.
The white-clothed monk shook his head and sighed, why did he accept such a stupid apprentice who failed to live up to expectations.
The woman smiled knowingly: "It's better that Nanbei is not like you."
That night, the little monk Ben Nanbei slept soundly as usual. On the contrary, Li Dongshi, who had nothing to do with her, tossed and turned, couldn't fall asleep, and barely fell asleep until very late.
In the early morning, a hundred-year-old monk with extremely high seniority personally came to the hut in the back mountain to welcome a monk who taught Zen to go to the Daxiong Hall. The old abbot with beard and hair like snow, and some old guys who were retreating in the temple also made a special trip. After breaking through the customs, there are at least three or four hundred big bald heads wearing cassocks gathered in the square, not to mention many small bald heads hiding in the distance to join in the fun. If Li Dongxi saw this scene, she would roll her eyes and get tired. When she was a child, she liked to listen to monks counting how many bald heads they had while chanting sutras, but counting days, months, months, and days is not always an interesting thing. Fortunately, Miss Li Zi slept late and hadn't woken up yet. The monk in white and the young monk Wu Nanbei didn't dare to wake her up. They didn't dare to touch bad luck easily, not to mention that the family of four was the most insignificant master and apprentice among them. Moreover, Wu Nanbei was also afraid that he would be reluctant at that time, and things would make fun of him or get angry if they saw it.
The sea of people is automatically separated.
The young monk with clear eyes and the lazy monk in white walked side by side.
The old abbot, who was known as a good man, smiled and walked down the steps. When he saw the little monk, he liked it from the bottom of his heart.
Just as the old abbot was about to speak, he saw the sea of people who were originally close together separated again. Looking up, he saw a little girl who was the biggest in the Liangchan Temple running over, and she was crying while running
Stupid Nanbei's mistress stood at the edge of the square and stopped, with a helpless expression on her face.
The girl ran to the idiot little monk whom her father and her childhood sweetheart had grown up with, and cried all the way, her eyes were swollen from crying, she probably fell down from running and got a lot of dust on her body, she grabbed the corner of the little monk's cassock tightly, sad Desperately said: "Stupid Nanbei, I'm having a nightmare!"
Rao, the big bald heads present are all well-known eminent monks who are famous all over the world. At this moment, they all laughed out of good intentions.
The monk in white and the old abbot looked at each other and sighed slightly in unison.
Li Dongxi held on to the little monk's cassock tightly, fearing that if she let go, she would never be able to hold on to the cassock again, and 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 would go west and never talk to me again!"
"I called you Wu Nanbei, I told you not to call you stupid Nanbei, and I told you to call me Li Zihe, but you just ignored me and left!"
"Nanbei, I dreamed that you were standing under the city of Beiliang. I was standing on the top of the city, and I could only look at you. In front of you were densely packed terrifying cavalry. I don't know there are hundreds of thousands of them. The little monk only erected a monument of kindness for Lizi in front of the city of Beiliang, and then those bad guys shot arrows together, and they didn't charge. They just rained arrows on your head! You bleed first, The whole cassock was completely red, and then you sat down on the spot, bowed your head and recited the scriptures, and your blood turned golden! Then you became a Buddha. Dad said that this is a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows and vajra eyes. You became a Buddha. You will never see me again!"
"Stupid Nanbei, I don't want rouge and gouache anymore, don't die, okay?"
The girl spoke intermittently, and the pear blossoms were raining.
Talking to the old monks about the scriptures and the Dharma, the little monk who nodded gracefully with the celestial girl scattered flowers and stubborn stones probably cried because she felt sorry for something.
The monks in the whole square were terrified!
Was shocked beyond measure.
The old abbot narrowed his eyelids and looked at the white-clothed monk lightly. The latter smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. My apprentice doesn't want to go to Longhu Mountain. I'll go, master, is that okay?"
The old abbot smiled slightly, it should have been reasonable, but this time he nodded unexpectedly: "Okay."
The little monk Ben Nanbei straightened his cassock, clasped his hands together, faced the old abbot with the plaque of the Daxiong Hall on the high place behind his back, bowed his head and said softly: "If you really can become a Buddha, I don't want to become a Buddha from today on."