Previously, they were still watching the confrontation between grey-robed monk and fortune teller, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. I don't know if they were hurt by monk's words or were angry for other reasons. They poured the medicinal soup in their hands on monk. Mingxin was stunned for a moment, and then she almost jumped up from the bricks, spread out her hands, stopped these people, and shouted:
"Ah, here, everyone, please calm down."
"Calm down, calm down..."
"Don't hurt anyone, and don't throw away the medicine. We collected it with great difficulty."
"Ah ah ah, I can't stop it, Uncle-Master Qi, Uncle-Master Qi..."
"Uncle-Master Qi He stepped on my toes!"
Young Daoist lowered his eyes and tied his hands [Apply Abhaya Mudra].
Sweep the surroundings with the clarity of your own soul, and imprint the hearts of others with my heart.
But the young man felt it at this moment.
Behind these furious, extremely angry Human Heart, the remaining true feelings are not [anger].
But [fear].
[Afraid] Knowing the truth, or fearing that in fact, I can't get everything I want by making offerings to the Buddha. Monk has broken the beautiful world we have created, so I am [extremely shocked and angry], using anger to cover up the most real and subtle emotions that I may not even be aware of.
The spiritual flow of Qi WuHuo passed, and all the emotions in Human Heart were diluted, and tranquility was restored.
Young Daoist Mingxin, who was trying hard to hold on to the others, suddenly felt a looseness in front of him. Everyone no longer had the angrily rushing forward strength before. They looked at each other in disbelief. After a while, they were all dispersed., the medicine shed suddenly became empty, which was in stark contrast to the previous quarrel. Some non-Buddhist people went to get cleaner clothes and asked monk to put them on. The latter thanked him and took them with both hands.
Still helping to treat others.
His expression and posture have not changed at all.
Young Daoist performed acupuncture for others without looking at monk. He just asked, "Is this what the master was thinking?"
Grey-robed monk brought the medicine and said gently, "Buddhist methods are spread throughout the world through the thirteen channels, but... there are many attachments and troubles. Not everyone can cut off the five aggregates Eight Sufferings. They must all have their own desires and desires. If you practice the method, you will be able to look inside yourself to a certain extent and maintain peace, but there will definitely be subtle desires."
"So we use [self-indulgent] activities to contemplate these desires."
With a hint of a smile, he said, "In fact, [Zi Xun] not only looks at oneself, but also looks at the desires in other people's hearts."
"The one who has achieved this is [his mind communication]. On that day, everyone did not hide it, and saw each other's moods and desires, and then laughed, talked, criticized, helped others, and let others help them discover distracting thoughts that they were not aware of to help practice. They even joked, teasing each other, or laughing at their own problems. In the end, everyone laughed."
"This is good."
"But later, Buddhism spread more and more widely, and there were more and more people."
"Everyone has subtle desires, and the desires are just a wisp. But the more people there are, the more these subtle desires gather, like undercurrents, like whirlpools, which will eventually pull the entire river... Then it will not be pure. But at this time, the monks who are aware of this want to stop it, but it is too late. There are always those who have desires and gain more disciples."
"If the master cannot be liberated, how far can the disciple's cultivation reach? Of course, he cannot be pure either. If reincarnation continues, this problem will become more and more swollen, but it will be like a rolling stone falling from the top of a mountain. Its momentum will become bigger and bigger, and it can no longer be stopped."
"There is nothing wrong with practicing the Dharma, but if the Dharma is taught to people and people gather to form a sect, and there are sects in the sect, it is no longer the Dharma."
Monk finished cooking the medicine, staggered up and left, finally he sighed with compassion:
"Buddha, World Honored One."
"Where are you?"
"Only you can break this situation."
Young Daoist Mingxin and Qi WuHuo were packing the medicine stove. It was already sunset. Young Daoist was carrying a medicine basket woven from bamboo. Look. Watching monk go away, he said, "He feels very uncomfortable. He must have seen that [from something], right? It's just like me. After eating the sweet pastries, I can't eat the steamed buns anymore."
"So he should be more miserable and persistent than others, right?"
Young Daoist nodded and said, "Does Mingxin know what he is talking about?"
Young Daoist Mingxin nodded and said, "I know."
"If there are too many people, there will be a lot of troubles."
He took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake young Daoist gave him before and stuffed it into his mouth.
The sun sets.
There was no need to see other people, so I just stepped on the small puddle with my cloud shoes, splashing up a handful of shallow water splashes.
The water splash is beautiful in the sunset.
Young Daoist Mingxin jumped up and down the puddles while saying, "As far as I know, although there are big Daoist temples, there are also many Daoist temples with only three or five people in them. Monk temples are the opposite of ours. There are also many monk temples with just a few people in them. However, such temples are ridiculed as [wild Zen] and have no Dharma lineage."
"There are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of monks in many monk temples. If there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, not everyone can get them. If you don't get one once, there will be nothing. If you get the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes twice, you will be a little sad. If the person who gets the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes praises you in front of you every time -"
"Ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so sweet, ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious!"
"Then you must want to take out something and give it to this guy."
Young Daoist Mingxin held it with both hands, gritted his teeth and waved, and then said seriously:
"So there will be a quarrel, and then there will be a fuss. In the end, everyone is fighting to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
"Those who have eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake want to eat it again next time."
"If you can't eat it, please contact other people and ask us to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake together next time."
"No one likes reading books anymore."
"So in the end, it will become a place that only exists for eating osmanthus cakes. No one will read the scriptures that were gathered together at the beginning. So, is this the monk temple that studies scriptures? Or is it the Osmanthus Cake Temple that rushes to eat osmanthus cakes? Everything has changed, so great monk will feel uncomfortable, right?"
"He's the kind of person who wants to go back to his original way of just reading the scriptures."
"It's so difficult."
"There is also a place like this inside Daomen."
"It's not good to have too many people. A old Daoist is better than a young Daoist. I will also look for a young Daoist in the future."
Young Daoist muttered.
Young Daoist thought about Yellow Millet Dream, reached out and touched young Daoist's head, and said, "That's a good idea."
"What else do you want to eat today? Martial Uncle bought it for you."
Then young Daoist's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's good!"
I jumped a little higher and stepped into a puddle. A lot of water splashed out. The hem of my Daoist robe got wet. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake I had not finished eating in my hand was stained by the rain. So I felt annoyed, and then I couldn't help but laugh. He stood up, pulled Qi WuHuo's cuffs, and said, "Martial Uncle Martial Uncle, look, I just stepped on such a big splash."
"Am I awesome?!"
Young Daoist couldn't help but chuckle.
"Awesome!"
The two young Daoist priests walked forward and bought some things needed for the Daoist temple, and also bought candied haws for young Daoist.
Qi WuHuo has picked Medicinal materials from the mountains and sold them, so although we are not well off, we still have money to buy some food.
So young Daoist became happy again.
When I was young, it always seemed like this.
Young Daoist thought.
He himself is also like this.
After the two of them finished shopping, the sky was getting dark, but when they went back, the young man Prince was actually waiting for them there. He lit two oil lamps and sat on the piled bricks, resting his chin with one hand in a daze. When he saw the two Daoists, he smiled, jumped down, patted the soil, and said, "You two, please let me wait. Come on, come on, the food is ready."
"But it's just the meat porridge left over today."
"Please don't dislike it, you two."
He invited Qi WuHuo and Mingxin to sit down and brought out meat porridge with hot shredded ginger sprinkled on top.
There is also a salad of shepherd's purse. This kind of spring green vegetable is available at this time, but it is more generous than ordinary meat. Blanch the shepherd's purse, chop it, mix it with the diced tofu, add finely grated ginger, and mix it with sesame sauce and vinegar. It has a refreshing taste and is most suitable for eating with porridge. There is only an ordinary porridge shed around it, with wooden boards to block the wind. In Zhongzhou, although it is not as cold as the northernmost, winter is also uncomfortable.
It was a brass stove.
While entertaining and chatting with a smile.
But every three or five sentences, you must say "Sister", "Sister", young Daoist's heart is as clear as a flat lake, and he doesn't care, but young Daoist is different. After finishing his mouthful of porridge, he rolled his eyes and asked curiously, "Well, Erlang, you are the second eldest child in the family, so your sister is the eldest sister?"
"Then what other people call me is [aunt]?"
Young man Prince said, "According to custom, it should be called like this."
At this time, it was customary to call a man in the family by the rank of eldest daughter, while a woman would be called by the rank of eldest daughter. There was no mistaking the name, so there was the elegance of Sanlang, or Gongsun Da Niang, both of which were the same. It meant that the surname was Gongsun, the eldest daughter in the family. Most people met strangers on the road and wanted to strike up a conversation, but they didn't know who their last name was or what their rank in the family was.
So I had to say, "Mr. Lang."
If you are a more frivolous woman on Pingkang Ward, you can call out, "Kiss me, young man, and stay."
Or when men with oily hair and pink faces strike up a conversation with young girl on the roadside, they often start with these words:
"Young lady, do you have free time today?"
That's the case, so it's not a big mistake to call it young Daoist.
But the young man Prince just frowned and said, "But I always feel that when you call my sister like that, it's just too tacky."
"How can I call my sister the same as others?"
Mingxin said, "Then what kind of person is your sister?"
The young man Prince looked at the two Daoists warily. He had chestnuts that had just grown in winter in his hand, and threw them into the stove. There was a crackling sound. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the young Daoist in front of him with suspicion, and said, "You Refining Yang Temple have a lot of rules, so you can't get married, right?"
Mingxin nodded repeatedly. "The trail belongs to Refining Yang Temple."
"The ancestor learned from Patriarch Lu, and the rules are very strict."
"Ha, then it'll be fine."
So the young man Prince felt relieved and became enthusiastic, saying, "My sister is the most beautiful and smartest person in the world. She is really beautiful and unparalleled. Only Cui Family's sister can compare with her appearance, but Cui Family sister is really too fierce. She is not smart and calm like my elder sister..."
It seems rare for teenager Prince to find a safe partner to show off his sister.
Young Daoist Mingxin took a sip of meat porridge and stared wide-eyed.
Oh oh.
That's it, that's it.
This guy is indeed a little guy who only knows how to follow his sister.
He looks older than me, but not as mature as me.
Young Daoist thought proudly.
Licking his lips, he recalled the candied haws that Uncle-Master Qi had just bought for himself. It was so delicious.
But the young man Prince couldn't help but said, "Unfortunately, although my sister is good in many ways, she has the highest demands on me. Every day, she wants me to aim at a Grandmaster who is unparalleled in the world. Why, how, how, what happened to me when I was young, ah, it's too tiring, too tiring."
Young Daoist eyes widened.
It can be seen that although this young man Prince is speaking bitterly, his face is full of pride. He is clearly showing off that his sister is strict with him and showing off that he has such talents.
So young Daoist said without Qi Ingestion: "Me, me!"
"My master always wants me to compete with Uncle-Master Qi!"
The young man Prince saw young Daoist next to him and said, "The Daoist Master is certainly very good!"
He raised his chin slightly and said, "But, my sister said, that Master is the number one person inside and outside the court!"
"Among Mortal World, the unparalleled Grandmaster is the great master!"
Young Daoist said, "But Master also said that Martial Uncle is taking the most difficult and best path. He has all three talents, even those with great names, but Primordial Prenatal Qi's Daoist priests cannot compare to Martial Uncle's background. Martial Uncle will be called True Person in the future, which is enough to establish a sect!"
The young man Prince pressed his palms on the table and said:
"My sister said that if that master studies politics and literature, he is expected to be the best in the world."
"If he concentrates on playing the piano, he can make the most beautiful woman in the world bow down for him."
This last sentence was added by himself.
Young people always think that this is how they look like celebrities.
Young Daoist Mingxin is dull.
Look at Uncle-Master Qi next to you.
After thinking about it, if Martial Uncle were to play the piano and surrounded by a bunch of beauties, Martial Uncle would probably play the piano quietly and ignore those beauties as if they were nothing?
But people like Martial Uncle seem to be liked by many beauties, ugh!
In that case, who is the beauty...
Then he had to say, "The food made by Martial Uncle is delicious."
"He can also treat illnesses and save lives."
Youngster Prince said, "Treat diseases and save lives..."
He sighed and said, "If you can have such an idea, you are already a first-rate celebrity."
He scratched his head and laughed at himself, "Ah, why are we fighting over each other?"
Young Daoist said seriously, "Yes, why are you fighting for it?"
"You are obviously very tired. Master is too strong."
"It's very tiring. Martial Uncle is also very powerful."
Prince, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, stared at young Daoist, and both of them laughed.
Young Daoist next to him had quiet eyes, just sitting in front of the stove and looking at the roasting chestnuts in the stove seriously.
There was a crackle, crackle, crackle, and a few bangs from the stove. Several chestnuts that had been thrown in earlier popped out. The chestnuts cracked their shells. Young Daoist put the ripe chestnuts in his hands and tossed them back and forth, blowing on them to make them cold. Then he peeled off the skins and threw them into his mouth. The entrance was extremely sweet. He noticed the eyes of Mingxin and the young man Prince, and said with a slight smile, "Would you like some roasted chestnuts?"
Both of them found it boring to argue, and they both felt dejected.
Young Daoist Open your palms and separate the ripe chestnuts.
Prince muttered, "I haven't eaten anything..."
He grabbed the chestnut from young Daoist's palm, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
In winter, when no one is at night, eating like this is not a delicacy, but it is a rare youthful pleasure.
After eating the chestnuts, it was still all night long, so young Daoist picked up the round-bellied young Daoist, said goodbye and left. The sky was full of stars, covered with night dew, and there were hills in the city. As Shan enters the view, the young man Prince opened his eyes slightly and withdrew his smile, saying, "A monk, Heavenly Nature is romantic. Those two are very powerful. They should be able to become true cultivators."
He stretched himself and said, "I'm back."
So there was a voice responding in the dark night.
He got up and walked leisurely back, took a stroll in the car, and spent about three sticks of incense before stopping in front of the big house where he entered and exited three times. After coming down, he changed his clothes and rinsed his mouth with tea to get rid of the smell of the meat porridge and ginger ribbon he had just eaten. He also breathed several times at the subordinate next to him to make sure there was no foreign smell in his mouth, and then he opened the door with a smile on his face:
"I'm back."
"Qiong Yu sister."