"Less....... Master...... Young master, are you sure this is a monk, not a starving ghost reincarnated? ”

Liu Song stood aside and looked at Liu Dashao, who was also a little stunned while holding a wine glass, and leaned over to the young master and muttered.

Liu Dashao looked at the master and apprentice who grabbed the leg of mutton and bit it, and gobbled up two pieces of beef from time to time.

It's too much, master, you are also a monk if you cultivate your mind or your mouth, at least pay a little attention to the impact.

July is the season when some melons and fruits are fragrant, and the golden monkey and the wild boar on the ground are also feasting in the fruit pile. This is a monk, it's just a group of bandits and robbers who don't have any flesh!

Liu Dashao took a deep breath and calmed his mind: "What's the fuss, didn't Master Fan say it?" Cultivating the mind is not cultivating the mouth. ”

"Aren't Buddhists paying attention to saving people to rebirth, and if they eat these, they may be overstepping them into the path of reincarnation."

Liu Song nodded as if he didn't understand: "The young master really understands everything." ”

However, Liu Song, who straightened up, watched and feasted on the four masters and apprentices, and still felt like starving ghosts and reincarnated.

I have never seen or heard of a monk eating meat, but the food is so grandiose that it is really eye-opening.

Liu Mingzhi took a sip of wine from time to time, looking at the extremely happy food, and he really didn't have the courage to move the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.

If you don't get it, you'll get into a fight.

After a long time, the man who was full of wine and food burped: "Good and good, the poor monk is full, thank you for the donor's hospitality." ”

Sha Heshang also put down the wine glass in his hand: "The little monk is also full, thank you for the donor's hospitality, Dalong's food is so delicious, compared to those curries in Tianzhu......."

"Hmm......."

Li Fan's face suddenly turned a little purple, and he took a deep breath Fan ate a rosary and pointed out of the hall: "Sha Heshang, if you dare to mention Tianzhu's curry bibimbap, you will be given five hours to be a master of Zamabu." ”

"Yes, I know it's wrong."

Liu Dashao looked at Fan with a purple face in surprise, and when he heard the curry bibimbap, he seemed to understand something.

It seems that India's catering culture has not changed much, Liu Dashao respects other people's culture and respects other people's beliefs.

But this Indian cultural custom is true, which makes Liu Dashao feel a little uncomfortable.

Whatever ingredients are put in their hands to make it is the same way.

Thinking about it, Liu Dashao looked at the wine glass and slowly put it down, he couldn't think about it, and then he thought about it and drank it and became tasteless.

Liu Dashao, who had just put down the wine glass, suddenly looked at Fan: "What do you call him?" ”

Li Fan looked at Liu Dashao, who reacted a little fiercely, in surprise: "Sha Heshang, this is the little apprentice of the poor monk, but a person who was inadvertently saved on the road, and finally accepted him when he sincerely worshiped the Buddha!" ”

Liu Dashao nodded sluggishly, and pointed to the golden monkey and wild boar who had eaten enough and were sleeping on the ground at some point: "These two are also your apprentices?" ”

"Exactly, the poor monk had nothing to do along the way, and he always felt a little lonely, so he easily accepted two pets........ In vain. ”

"What's their name?"

"This monkey is called Wukong, the monkey is hyperactive, and the poor monk gets tired of it along the way, and the poor monk named it Wukong in the hope that it can settle down, and the four are empty."

"Gollum ......."

The corners of Liu Dashao's mouth twitched and swallowed his saliva: "Master, don't tell me that pig is called Bajie!" ”

Li Fan was stunned, glanced at the sleeping wild boar and looked at Liu Dashao in astonishment: "How did the donor know?" ”

"This wild boar was inadvertently saved by the poor monk, who at first held the idea of using it to feed his stomach when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, and then the poor monk realized that he had violated the eight precepts of Buddhism."

"Name it Bajie, and the poor monk is always wary of himself!"

Liu Dashao nodded wordlessly: "It's really a coincidence that there is no book." Don't you say that you also changed your name to Sanzang? ”

"The donor is really wise, the poor monk retrieved the true scripture Sanzang from Tianzhu, so the people of Tianzhu call the poor monk the Sanzang Master!"

Liu Dashao nodded in amazement: "Convinced, Young Master Ben is completely convinced." ”

"I'm so convinced that I don't have a fuck!"

"I don't know if it's because Young Master Ben is powerful, or if Master You are powerful."

Lifan looked at Liu Dashao suspiciously: "Could it be that the donor is dissatisfied with the poor monk's disciple and the name of the poor monk." ”

"No, no, I am very satisfied, very satisfied, the master is really a master of taking names, and each name is full of deep meaning and admirable."

"The donor praised it!"

"Liu Song, let people take down the banquet and serve tea!"

"Yes, young master!"

After a while, several people slowly tasted the tea, Liu Mingzhi put down the teacup and looked at Fan curiously: "Master, Tianzhu is completely different from our Dalong in terms of speech and customs, I don't know how the master persuaded the monks there to hand over the Mahayana Buddhism to you?" ”

Li Fan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were a little wandering with a teacup.

"Be kind to you, bald donkey, let the poor monks copy the Mahayana Buddhism of your temple, otherwise the poor monks will open the door of your temple!"

"Monk, the poor monk is compassionate, obediently hand over the Mahayana Buddhism for the poor monk to copy, otherwise the poor monk will smash your broken temple, be kind to you, know each other, don't let the poor monk I kill the ring!"

Li Fan glanced at Sha Heshang, who had a somewhat strange face, and bowed slightly to Liu Dashao with a kind smile.

"The poor monks convince people with virtue, give them reason, tell me the mantra of Buddhism, and talk about the bearing of my country of etiquette and tolerance of the world."

"Later, they were influenced by the poor monk's profound Buddhist teachings, so they couldn't wait to have the poor monk transcribe the Dharma."

"After eighty-one temples of all sizes, the poor monks cut down the complicated and simplified, and brought back the Sanzang Sutra."

"It took seven years."

Liu Dashao looked at Fan in amazement: "The master is really a high-ranking monk, the Dharma is profound, and he admires it to the extreme, and the sky lives up to the painstaking people, and the Buddhism of the eighty-one temples is not the same, which is comparable to going through ninety-nine eighty-one." ”

"Congratulations to the master on his merits!"

"The donor praised it falsely, the little monk went to seek Mahayana Buddhism with the heart of the Buddha, and he didn't dare to take credit, but fortunately, the heavens lived up to his wishes, and the poor monk finally didn't run in vain."

"This time, the poor monk is here, but the cause and effect are here!"

"What is the cause and effect between the lower and the master? The master was confused. ”

Lifan took out a booklet from his robe and placed it on the table.

"The poor monk returned from the scriptures last year, since his return, the poor monk took three disciples everywhere to pass on the Mahayana Buddhism, and now in addition to the East China Sea, there are also temples in the north of the country where the monks have not traveled to preach the Dharma."

"The rest of the temple monks have already set foot one by one, this time through the treasure land, learned that the donor Yingzhou is an official, so he brought this book."

"As the donor said in the past, the little monk recorded the routes and customs of the country he passed through along the way, from my Dalong border pass to Tianzhu all the country."

"The little monk wrote a travelogue on the way home, and after handing over the travelogue to the donor, the little monk can rest assured that he will pass on the scriptures."

Liu Dashao's eyes lit up, staring closely at the books on the table, this was the fundamental reason why he let Fan go to get the Western Scripture.

It doesn't matter to me whether I have Mahayana Buddhism or not, what matters is this travelogue.

Or maybe it's a map.

Liu Mingzhi suppressed his excitement and looked at Fan with a chuckle.

"Thank you, master, for remembering this, Liu Mingzhi is very grateful!"

"The poor monk also thanked the donor's fingerprint, which made the little monk have an epiphany."

"After the Dharma is preached, the little monk can concentrate on cultivating the little monk's Zen!"