There are high and low mountains, people are noble and low, and temples are rich and poor.

Different from the incense of Biyun Temple, which is full of tourists and weaving, the gate of Dajue Temple is too deserted, and it is rare to have a few pilgrims after half a day.

The reason for this is probably related to the fact that the temple is located in a remote location and the road is inconvenient. After all, if you open the door to do business, the convenience of transportation is directly related to whether the business is prosperous.

Because the business is not good enough, the building of Dajue Temple looks too old.

This creates a vicious circle, the more broken the temple, the fewer pilgrims, the fewer pilgrims, the more broken the temple, and finally this is the current situation.

Now there is only one Chen surnamed Miaozhu and two small apprentices in Dajue Temple, both of whom are natives of Xishan. A dilapidated place like Dajue Temple is disdainful of the wild monks who put up orders.

It is true that monks are monks, but monks also have fame and fortune. Otherwise, why is there a famous monk in a famous temple?

If you want to be famous, you can't go back to the countryside. How can the dignitaries and nobles have the leisure time to visit any masters in the deep mountains and old forests.

Master, it must be close at hand, within reach.

Xu Xianchun was the first Wei Gonggong to come to Xishan for two days, and after walking through many places in Xishan, he fell in love with Dajue Temple at a glance.

After giving Chen Miaozhu, who was the gatekeeper, a hundred taels of silver, he received a warm welcome from Chen Miaozhu, who not only cleaned up the wing room, but also personally took two apprentices with bows and crossbows to get the special game of Xishan for the guests.

The monks did not eat vegetarian food but ate meat, but Xu Xianchun was confused, and he also shocked Gonggong Wei, who had just shaken over.

"This wild boar was called by a monk?"

Gonggong Wei has opened his eyes, but it is the first time that the monks have openly hunted and eaten meat.

Xu Xianchun was very sure, because he was hunting with the three monks and apprentices at that time.

"The monk is really temperamental."

Gonggong Wei praised it very much, "It's just that if the Buddha knows it, I'm afraid he won't like it." ”

"The donor is not a Buddha, how do you know that he doesn't like it?"

Chen Miaozhu also has Zen language, and Buddhism is also very straightforward.

If I don't eat it, if he doesn't eat it, this wild thing will overflow, which will not only spoil the crops, but also harm the lives of thousands of small beasts that are inferior to it.

"Killing is lifesaving, whether it is meat or vegetarian, aren't they all creatures of this vast world, and why should they be so clear. Monks do things, but they seek a heart, and they are obsessed with eating meat or not eating meat, which is fake. ”

Chen Miaozhu's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he continued to put pig blood, and the two apprentices helped press the pig's leg on the side.

This wild boar is not light, I am afraid that it weighs more than 200 catties, and its strength is also great, so it took a lot of effort for Chen Miaozhu to catch it. If Xu Xianchun hadn't helped in time, this wild boar would have to run away.

"Your Excellency is such a high monk!"

Gonggong Wei admired the unsightly Chen Miaozhu in front of him, and took off the imperial python robe casually, and picked up his sleeves to help.

"I've only killed people before, but it's the first time I've killed a pig, it's fun."

Looking at the pig's blood that had solidified in the wooden barrel, Wei Gonggong sighed in his heart: Pig's blood with oil residue and pickles is fried quickly over high heat, but it is delicious in the world.

When the two apprentices heard that this official had killed people in the past, they were a little scared. One of them shuddered, and almost made the boar jump.

"Don't be afraid, this official is not a bad person."

Chen Miaozhu motioned to the apprentice to carry the wooden barrel containing pig's blood aside, looked up at Gonggong Wei, and said lightly: "If killing people is to save people, the donor can let it go." If there is no such person as a benefactor in the world, the weak will be dark. ”

"The master has succumbed here."

Father-in-law Wei laughed and took a bucket of boiling water from Xu Xianchun's hand, "I'll help the master pluck his hair." ”

As he spoke, he hung the wild boar with Chen Miaozhu and his two apprentices, and several people poured boiling water on the pig.

"It's a good knife."

Father-in-law Wei took the razor handed by Chen Miaozhu and scraped it on the pig like the other party. The pig hair that has been scalded by boiling water is very soft and easy to scrape.

"The knife is good, it depends on who is used, whether the method is right, just like a knife that kills people can't do this job, and a shaving knife can't kill people." Chen Miaozhu didn't raise his head.

"Talking to the master, I really admire the master more and more, this Dajue Temple can't accommodate the master." Gonggong Wei looked up to this monk more and more.

"What can't be tolerated, what can someone like me do? But look at the face of the donor, who is the one who does great things. ”

Chen Miaozhu's shaving action is much more skilled than Wei's father-in-law, and at first glance, he often kills pigs and sheep.

Gonggong Wei said with interest: "The master knows how to read the face? ”

Chen Miaozhu shook his head and said, "I don't understand." ”

"Then why do you say that?" Father-in-law Wei had a strange face.

Chen Miaozhu put down the shaver and glanced at Gonggong Wei: "Because you are an official." ”

"Huh?"

Gonggong Wei nodded, and his admiration was even greater: what a simple truth, and what a profound truth.

"I Dajue Temple can not receive a few pilgrims all year round, but yesterday there were a lot, and they are some knowledgeable scholars, and then there are donors wearing python robes, poor monks are no matter how dull, but also know that the donors must have something important to discuss in our temple, poor monks are really honored." Chen Miaozhu monks do not talk about shopping.

"Big bullshit, for us, big things, small things, good things and bad things, it's better to laugh it off, and it's good to have a life full of idle things."

Father-in-law Wei smiled heartily, I haven't met such an interesting person for a long time, and last time it was Song Xiance's short man.

"Idle things are also things, we are human beings, aren't we all doing idle things all the time in our lives. Idle things are not necessarily big things, big things are not necessarily idle things, different roads but the same, the so-called tonight before the danger of blocking the road, he is the same as the untitled, roughly this is the meaning. ”

Chen Miaozhu disembowels the wild boar, and his appearance is quite free.

Father-in-law Wei helped take out the internal organs, and suddenly asked, "Has the master ever killed someone?" ”

"Poor monks don't kill." Chen Miaozhu replied very firmly.

"That?"

"Beasts are not human. Is it ridiculous that the benefactor should treat animals as human beings and equate killing with murder? ”

"Reasonable!"

Father-in-law Wei put aside the sticky pig's large intestine.

"I've killed people, and the master is not afraid of me?"

"Those who are afraid of others are not necessarily unable to kill others, and those who are not afraid of others cannot escape the killing of others. Heroism and righteousness are just deceptive gadgets. ”

Chen Miao Zhu Heshi sang a Buddha name, "So what do poor monks have to fear of donors?" ”

"The master is so Zen. If everyone in the world is like a master, how can there be so many small things and big things to worry about. ”

"There is only one benefactor in the world, and there is only one poor monk."

Chen Miaozhu took the bone splitting knife from the hands of the little apprentice as he spoke, and quickly divided the wild boar into two.

Father-in-law Wei said to Xu Xianchun on the side: "The master is a real master, and he knows much more about the truth than us." ”

Hearing this, Chen Miaozhu laughed: "The donor has a good reputation, how can the poor monk know any big truth, to put it mildly, the word morality in the eyes of the poor monk, but whoever wins is justice, and whoever lives is righteousness." ”

After a pause, he said again without embarrassment: "Of course, whoever is in charge also has the final say." ”

Gonggong Wei was happy: "Also, the official can't control the Buddha, but he can control your monks." ”

Therefore, the poor monk killed and entertained the benefactor and his friends. By the way, this wild boar, is it mainly braised or boiled in vain? ”

Chen Miaozhu chopped off a piece of pork belly and held it in his hand, "The poor monk personally recommends that the braised pork is good, it smells fragrant, and it is fragrant when chewed." ”