Originally, Cao Zijian wanted to leave, but when he heard such a sentence, he stopped again, looked at the monk with interest, and jokingly said: "The four major monks are empty, the so-called: Dao is empty, the sky is empty, the earth is empty, and the people are empty." Although I don't understand these emptiness, I only know that the monks don't speak, so you can still lie?"

The monk was still pinching his throat, but his voice improved slightly, and he smiled: "Do you also know that the four major monks are empty?

Cao Zijian looked disdainful: "What does lying have to do with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness?"

"That's right, it really doesn't matter, then let me tell you, I'm not a monk, and people who drink wine and eat meat can also be called monks? Although this monk's throat was uncomfortable, he was quite clever in fighting back against Cao Zijian.

When Cao Zijian heard this, he didn't know what to do.

The world calls him a poet Cao, but only he knows that the book of poems in his arms has been yellowed for a long time.

Seeing that Cao Zijian was speechless, the monk was also happy, but he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Cao Zijian sighed, took out the gourd and took a sip, and said softly: "I heard that he broke his arm?"

The monk nodded, and then said in a deep voice, "I didn't do it. ”

Hearing this, Cao Zijian didn't have much doubt, he handed the wine jug to the monk, but the latter quickly shook his head. When the scholar saw this expression, a smile appeared on his face.

Whatever your mouth will say, isn't it poured over a glass of wine?

"Of course I know that you didn't do it, as far as the relationship between the two of you is concerned, even if there is a fight, it will be a petty fight at most, and that stubborn temper will not become like this. Cao Zijian was drinking wine and talking at the same time, but the drinking was a little louder.

The monk frowned and said, "If you think about it a little, you know, except for the bunch of people on the list, who else can do such a thing?"

"Which list?" Cao Zijian thought to himself, isn't there three lists?

"What do you say, who would do that except for the dark list?" replied the monk angrily.

Cao Zijian seemed to say to himself, "Also, this group of people all work with money." ”

"There is no bottom line. Cao Zijian thought in pieces.

"Well, that old man isn't a good man. The monk glanced at the flask filled with Bailuan City's unique liquor, but he couldn't help but take it. He continued: "Has he offended fewer people? Except for the fact that he has brought a little apprentice by his side in the past few years, and has been a little more restrained, don't you see that he often carries a broken sword to cause trouble everywhere at other times?"

"No matter how old you are, it doesn't stop at all. "A monk doesn't look like a monk at the moment, just like a rural villager complaining about the world.

Cao Zijian nodded and added: "After so many years, everyone knows that this old man's temper is like this, and in this regard, he will definitely not be able to compare to me." ”

"Yes, yes, who doesn't know the suave poet Cao? He has a good temper, a good person, a high realm, and a powerful fight. "The monk's ability to sarcastically ridicule people is probably one of the best.

However, Cao Zijian didn't pay attention to the monk's words, he paused, put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and said, "By the way, I forgot one thing." ”

The monk hurriedly urged: "When did you Cao Zijian become so inky?"

"Where can I find the people on the dark list?" Cao Zijian looked down at the gourd in his hand.

The monk was stunned, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"Then I'll go, I'll look for it myself. At this time, Cao Shishi's tone suddenly became cold.

"What are you going to do?" the monk suddenly became vigilant.

Cao Zijian put away the gourd and said lazily: "Do what a scholar should do." ”

After hearing this unexpected and unreasonable words, the monk didn't have any expression, but said: "If you want to do something, then you give me the wine jug, and I will drink some more, I guess I won't see you for a long time." He paused and looked at Bailuan City not far away, "I promise you to help you watch this city." ”

Cao Zijian looked at the monk in front of him with deep meaning.

"You think I'll not be able to see your little tricks? There's something in this jug, isn't it? It's a pity that I'm drinking meat, alas. "The monk sighed several times today, not at all like a person who chanted the Dharma.

"Really agreed?" Cao Zijian stared at the monk with a hint of sword intent in his eyes.

When the monk saw Cao Zijian's eyes, he seemed to have lost his temper and swung his fist out.

Cao Zijian obviously didn't expect that he was punched by the monk and flew into the lake outside the pavilion.

There were only a few ripples on the surface of the lake, but not a few waves.

After the monk saw Cao Zijian flying out, his first reaction was to look at his fist.

This Cao Zijian, who has no sword, is really not very good at fighting.

Thinking of this, the monk laughed out loud, but every time he laughed, countless splashes exploded in the lake, and the "bang" sound kept coming, as if it was about to overturn the entire bottom of the lake.

As the laughter ended, the lake remained stable.

The monk was indeed a little angry, although he had no bottom line, but he still did what he said.

Even if you Cao Zijian is the number one on the Dao list, you can't use your sword intent to test me.

After the time of three incense sticks, there was still no sound in the lake.

The monk felt bored and shouted, "Cao Zijian, have you had enough of staying underwater?"

The lake was still silent, as before.

"Okay, if you keep doing this, then I'll go. Who cares about your?" said the monk, and deliberately took a step forward, stepping on the golden lotus, and the sound of the warp was everywhere.

There was still no sound in the lake, like a pool of stagnant water.

The monk is a little weak-hearted, shouldn't he really have a problem?

It doesn't make sense, he still knows how many catties and taels he has, he secretly glanced at the lake uneasily, and soon knew it in his heart.

Those who are in the ghost can see through all things in the world.

At the bottom of the lake, there is a man drinking with a gourd, and he "looks" at the shore with a little playfulness.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them wanted to withdraw their gaze first. After another three pillars of incense, Cao Zijian sighed and broke out of the water, but there were no traces of water on his body.

"Have you had enough?" the monk seemed to be angry, and he didn't want to pay attention to the scholar next to him.

Cao Zijian handed the wine jug in front of the monk and said with a smile: "Old monk, didn't I give you a little water to collect a little aura at the bottom of the lake to make this liquor not so hot?"

The monk replied lightly, "Oh". He took the flask in his hand, held it, and poured it into his mouth, but strangely, the wine seemed to be drunk all the time.

The monk felt that he had drunk three or four pots, but his stomach had not yet reacted, and he did not feel any satiety at all.

What's even more strange is that this wine is indeed not as strong as before, and some of it is only sweet, clear and refreshing.

Cao Zijian saw that the monk couldn't stop drinking, so he quickly removed the gourd from the monk's mouth. He hurriedly said: "Old monk, okay, have you drunk enough, I'll go out to run errands when I've drunk enough, remember what you promised me." ”

The monk smiled, he wiped the wine from his mouth, and said briskly: "Zijian, let's go!"

Cao Zijian rolled his eyes and gave the wine and meat monk a word. He took out the square flask from his waist, and after a few words, the gourd grew larger and larger until the scholar's feet could be lowered.

The gourd floated in the air, four or five meters above the ground, and Cao Zijian jumped on the gourd with a slight jump, looking at the monk "condescendingly". He shouted, "The mountains are gone, the water is gone, who will see?"

"If you can't write poetry, don't write it. ”

"Monk, I'm really leaving. Cao Zijian's voice was not loud, but the monk listened to it very harshly.

Feel like goodbye?

Originally, the monk was a little sad, but he heard Cao Zijian's last words: "The days without wine and meat must be very uncomfortable, right?"

Then came the hearty laughter of the reader.

The monk looked at the back of the scholar and the huge wine jug, and felt some feelings in his heart.

As soon as the scholar with the flask was gone, the monk put aside the thoughts in his mind and was reluctant to continue thinking about something.

Gradually, he became a little drunk, a little dizzy in his head, and uncontrollably slowly recalled some of the past.

A few years ago.

"Master, what can I learn as a monk?"

"The four major ones are empty. ”

"What are the four voids?"

"It's just an empty head. ”

"What can you do with an empty head?"

"You can only do things when your head is empty. ”

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"Master, can a monk drink wine and eat meat?"

"As long as you like. ”

"Thank you, master. ”

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"Master, I can't become a Buddha. ”

"It doesn't matter if you become a Buddha, you just recite the sutras, and you don't expect you to become a Buddha. But I still want to know why?"

"Senior brother said, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. But I don't have a butcher's knife, how can I become a Buddha?"

"Do you have a senior brother?"

"Hehe, I actually listened to the monk outside. ”

"Then they're right. ”

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"Master, I'm in the report, I feel like I can carry a few more buckets!"

"It doesn't matter if you lift the bucket or not, you help the master clean up the room. ”

"Oh. ”

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"Master, who can we save by chanting the scriptures?"

"The one who can do it. ”

"The man of great sin?"

"What is iniquity?"

"The one who kills a lot?"

"Not exactly, it's hard to understand when I tell you, you still eat your meat and drink your bar. ”

"Master!"

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"Master, yesterday I beat a Taoist priest on a mountain in the south. ”

"Did you win?"

"That's nature, how else can I tell you?"

"Alas, the teacher is going to the mountain again to apologize. ”

"That's great. ”

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"Master, I'm going to go to the world for a while. ”

"I'm right, drink less wine, eat less meat, and look at your fat body. ”

"Master, I don't want to come back. ”

"That couldn't be better. ”

"Master, goodbye!"

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"Master, the people don't want to give me meat, and they don't want to give me wine. ”

"They say that a monk can't drink wine and eat meat, otherwise he would be a false monk. ”

"But I'm a real monk, even though it's just the two of us in that temple. ”

"Master, I want to go home. ”

No one responded.

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"Master, I had a few people last night. ”

"They walked peacefully. ”

"But why don't I feel so comfortable after killing someone?"

Only the breeze responded.

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"Master, I'm back. ”

"I've cleaned up your house. ”

"But why are you asleep?"

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"Master, the day before yesterday I met a scholar. ”

"His name is Cao Zijian, and although he calls himself a reader, I don't believe it at all, and I glimpse the book in his arms that has never been opened. ”

"I knew another scholar before, and I only knew his surname Huangfu. ”

"He doesn't like to read, but he always likes to dance with swords. ”

"I don't know if his swordsmanship is good or not. ”

"Master, what's the use of reading in this world? It's better to recite the scriptures and practice the Dharma. ”

"Anyway, a reader is not like a reader. ”

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"Master, I've started reading recently, and these poems are really well written. ”

"Drunk dancing and shaking the phoenix shadow, the song is not sent to the fish and the dragon to cry".

"In the Crystal Palace, a broken flute was blown".

"The cloth is dreamed of the autumn night, and the rivers and mountains are thousands of miles in front of you."

"Look at these poems, how magnificent. ”

"It's a pity I can't read it to you. ”

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"Master, I punched the No. 1 Dao Ranking into the bottom of the lake with one punch today. ”

"I don't know if he let me, anyway, I used to be beaten. ”

"There aren't many people in the world who can beat me up now. ”

"Although he didn't have a sword with him today. ”

"I drank his wine and promised him something. ”

"Actually, it's just a small matter, at most, you can't drink alcohol and eat meat for a long time. ”

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"Master, I'll come back to clean up the cemetery for you in a few days. ”

"I told you before that I don't want to become a Buddha. ”

"Actually, I'm lying to you, what monk doesn't want to become a Buddha?

"Even if I'm a wine and meat monk. ”

"But there is one thing I didn't lie to the master, if I don't have a butcher knife in my hand, then how can I put it down?"

"If I don't put down the butcher's knife, how can I become a Buddha?"

"So, I found a knife myself, and I didn't know if the people I had killed were good or bad. ”

"After they died, I read a passage. ”

"You probably won't blame me. ”

"I don't know why, I want to say a lot today, but I drank so much wine that I wanted to sleep. ”

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"Master, I want to drink. ”

"There's silver on the table, so go down the mountain and buy some. ”

"Master, this wine doesn't taste good. ”

"Then don't drink it. ”

"However, this feeling of dizziness in the head is not like what you said about the four major emptiness, master?"

"Master, I'm sleeping. ”

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The monk was completely drunk in the pavilion at the moment, and there was silence all around, and occasionally a few birds fluttered by, but it seemed even more lonely. The surface of the lake is still stable, the breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling.

If the picture freezes in this moment.

It must be that the lake reflects this person, and it is a portrait painting.

One pavilion, one lake, one painting, one table, one wine, one person.

The monk was already lying on the table, snoring, and everything seemed so smooth.

But as the snoring continued to rise and fall, the pavilion began to shake, and more and more, first a few pieces of rubble fell from the roof, then a few columns kept shaking, and finally the pavilion collapsed.

It's just that the monk is safe and sound.

At some point, the monk sat on the ground, his eyes closed, his face expressionless, his face was ruddy, refreshed, and he had no intention of being drunk and decadent.

The monk began to mumble at first, and no one could hear what he was saying.

Then he cleared his throat softly and clasped his hands together.

I saw a person outside Bailuan City wearing a golden robe, showing kindness on his face, and chanting Buddhism.

There is a Buddha standing in the southeast, and the name is unknown.

The Dharma swept through the town, and everyone was in awe.

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Cao Zijian stepped on a wine jug, swimming in the sky, he saw the golden light in the southeast, his face was solemn, and he saluted the monk.

In the Taihe Mountain Palace, there was a man in a Taoist robe holding a whisk in his hand, and his face was solemn.

In the small study, holding a goose feather writer, smiling.

In the palace, there was a man holding a chess piece, and then crushing it.

Gu Suzhou City, a person holding a poetry book, got up to practice swords.

In Fenggu Town, the old man with a broken arm was lying lazily on the roof, smiling at the sunset.

On a mountain in the southwest, a Taoist priest who spoke in the official dialect of the southwest bowed his head and counted hexagrams.

At a temple in the northeast, a monk in a white robe stopped chanting.

On the easternmost island, a woman in a white dress smiled like a flower.

In the attic, there is a person with a pen, thinking about the rankings.

There is one more person in the world who has taken refuge in the realm.

Born to be connected, it is to report the communication. Devote yourself to people and repay your business.

To step into the cultivation is to cultivate the whole. Cultivating the Dharma is due to practice.

Knowing the Three Realms is for ghosts. Connected to heaven and earth, connected to the eyes.

Relying on one's own strength is for the sake of relying on oneself. Get a boundary, clear in the realm.

Those who enter the refuge, the monk becomes a Buddha with a thought, the Taoist feather becomes an immortal, and the Confucian transcends all things.

There is an unknown monk in the southeast, squeezed into the second place on the Taoist list, ranking behind Cao Shishi and before the Heavenly Master of Chicheng Mountain.