The Buddha said: "There is no self, no one, no sentient beings."

Waiting for my father and uncle to finalize the purchase of tractors. Yi Shaofeng followed them and said hello to them, telling them that they would not come back for dinner in the evening, so he went to Grandpa Ma's.

When I arrived at Grandpa Ma's residence, Grandpa Ma hadn't come back yet. I took the goose from the table and went to the cafeteria and walked into the operation room.

"Why are you here again, what's the matter", Director Yu smiled, because at noon Yi Shaofeng told him that Professor Ma was going to invite a friend to dinner, but he had just received a notice from Professor Ma, so he was very happy.

"Uncle Yu, Grandpa Ma doesn't have a knife there, I want to cut the goose into pieces", Yi Shaofeng said and twisted the goose.

"That's it, put it on the table next to it, I'll ask someone to do it, just wait a minute, I'll ask someone to send the stove too", Director Yu called an aunt to come over and chop the goose into small pieces, Yi Shaofeng said next to him, the goose was chopped into matchbox-sized pieces, and then the gizzard was cut into thin slices, and the goose intestines were cut into sections.

After cutting it and putting it in a soup pot, Yi Shaofeng also found a few hot dishes from the operation room. He carried the goose in a soup pot, followed by an uncle with a stove in his left hand, because it was a burning stove, and the fire port above was covered with a piece of iron sheet to prevent his hands from burning, and in his right hand he twisted a basket containing hot vegetables and briquettes, as well as a kitchen knife and a cutting board. After delivering the things, the uncle, under the guidance of Yi Shaofeng, chopped half of the tribute goose first, and then added garlic seed marinade to make it well. After making sure that Yi Shaofeng didn't need help, he turned around and went back.

Yi Shaofeng put the pot on the stove, waited for the bottom of the pot to be hot, put the goose fat down, and refined the oil first. Then add part of the seasoning and stir-fry until fragrant, put the goose down and fry until it changes color slightly, then add water and then add the remaining seasoning. Wait for the soup to boil, adjust to a simmer and simmer slowly. This is the second most classic way to eat goose that Yi Shaofeng knew in his previous life, "old goose soup".

"Incense, real incense, what is this burning, so fragrant", Yi Shaofeng heard the voice, raised his eyes and saw that it was really bright.

It was a monk who came in, probably the Buddha that Grandpa wanted to invite at noon. The monk is about 50 years old, wearing a wide monk's robe, tall, at least 1.78 meters tall, with prominent cheekbones, so his face looks thin;

"Little donor, what is this burning so fragrant?" the monk asked.

"I won't give you alms, so you don't have to call me a little benefactor" Yi Shaofeng's belief in these nihilism in his previous life has always been respectful, so he didn't have too much respect when he spoke. You don't see, the temples in the previous life were run by these monks according to the standard process of the enterprise, and each temple was very profitable, but fortunately they couldn't go public, otherwise the stock would definitely go up and down.

"Hahaha, you kid is interesting", the old monk had a faint smile since he entered the door, and he laughed when he heard Yi Shaofeng's words, and bent down with a smile. The laughter is so low, if you see the jokes on the Internet in your previous life, you can't laugh to death.

"Boy, where are you from?" The old monk stopped laughing, didn't even smile anymore, looked at Yi Shaofeng and asked.

"Master, I'm from where I came from", Yi Shaofeng didn't notice the change in the old monk, and replied with a Buddhist admonition in passing. Did the monk also begin to study the final three questions of philosophy: "Who am I?", "Where do I come from?", "Where am I going?".

"Boy, where are you from?" the old monk asked in a louder and more accentuated tone.

Yi Shaofeng looked at the old monk's eyes, a little flustered.

"Boy, where are you from?" The old monk asked a louder and heavier question than the last time.

Yi Shaofeng's heart trembled when he listened to the three questions, and he felt naked and defenseless, everything was exposed to the eyes of others; fine beads of sweat on his forehead slid down to his cheeks, converging into larger beads of sweat and dripping down; an unhealthy flush appeared on his face, his breathing became heavier, and he felt that something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't make a single note.

"Don't scare people as soon as you come, you don't have to be embarrassed here", Grandpa Ma walked in at the right time and patted Yi Shaofeng's head gently. Yi Shaofeng was like a drowning man suddenly stepping on the ground, and he exhaled lightly twice to recover.

"You see that you scared the child, I shouldn't have invited you to dinner if I knew it," Grandpa Ma said as he glared at the old monk.

"Amitabha, the old monk, I am also very tired of using this trick, okay, I tried it, it was the old monk's mistake, and I apologized to Xiaoyou here", the old monk said with his hands together.

"This old monk Dharma name Zhining, is in the nearby Mingjiao Temple, and I have known each other for more than 20 years, although he is not a virtuous monk, but the monk is still upright, compassionate. You can't be as rude as you said just now, you know", it seems that Grandpa Ma has already come back and has been listening to Yi Shaofeng and the old monk outside the door.

"I know, grandpa", Yi Shaofeng didn't dare to ask what method the old monk used just now.

Seeing that the goose soup was almost over, Yi Shaofeng sealed the air outlet under the stove and made the stove gentle. After a while, Director Yu also came, because the goose soup can be scalded, so a few people sat around the stove and brought a small table next to the stove. Hmph, there are only two dishes tonight, what if there are no vegetarian dishes to see your old monk?

Watching the old monk pick out the goose leg from the plate with his hand, throw it into his mouth, and spit out the bone with a slight turn, Yi Shaofeng was a little dumbfounded, and turned his head to look at Grandpa Ma as if asking, this greedy face, are you sure that you are a virtuous monk in your mouth.

"This monk is not afraid of wine and meat", perhaps seeing his question, Grandpa Ma explained, and entered the inner house after speaking.

"Buddha, the more I drink, the more profound the Dharma becomes", hearing Grandpa Ma's words, the old monk also said with a smile.

"Amitabha, the wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart", Yi Shaofeng learned from the old monk's hands and said to the old monk.

"Haha, you little guy is interesting", the old monk wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and probably heard a little mockery in Yi Shaofeng's words, and then said:

"Monks are meant to eat meat. The Buddhist scripture "The Extensive Book of Precepts" is very clear: Buddhism does not have a vegetarian rule. What Buddhism prohibits from eating is "meat". This meat is not our current concept, it refers to animal foods such as chicken, duck and fish. The meat we are talking about now is called "fishy" in Buddhism, not "meat". In the Buddhist scriptures, the word "meat" is not pronounced hun, but it should be read as xun, which means smoked, referring to the smell of smoked vegetables, "meat is the smell of vegetables". The Sanskrit Net Sutra is more specific: "If the Buddha is not allowed to eat five xins." Garlic, green onions, green onions, orchid onions, and Xingqu are the five spices", and meat is these five vegetables. It can be seen that the monks in the temple have not yet read through the Buddhist scriptures. After so many years of fasting, it can be regarded as a wasted meal." The old monk said triumphantly, as if he was a little proud that he could eat meat.

After a long time, Yi Shaofeng was a little dizzy when he heard it, and he was more knowledgeable than himself, and this little goblin was definitely not the opponent of this old goblin.

Grandpa Ma came out of the inner room with two bottles of wine in his hands. Seeing the packaging that has not changed for decades, "Moutai", Yi Shaofeng's throat was a little itchy, and he glanced at Grandpa Ma with eager eyes.

"You can't drink it, otherwise it's not good for your brain," Grandpa Ma said, putting down the wine and taking out his glass.

"You drink this", Grandpa Ma took a can of Jianlibao and handed it to Yi Shaofeng and said.

"Professor Ma is really bankrupt", Director Yu took the initiative to take the wine bottle and filled the three glasses on the small table.

"It's nothing, today is my eldest grandson's treat, and I, who is a grandfather, can only take out the family to entertain", Grandpa Ma said with a smile, and the words he said did mean something.