"Amitabhi" The young monk also shouted a Buddha number and then walked straight towards the Buddha statue in the middle of the temple, and bowed in front of the Buddha statue alone, but he set off and began to clean up the cobwebs and dust on the Buddha statue, and at the same time said in his mouth: "How can the younger generation be worthy of being a disciple of the master, the younger generation just admires the master's profound Buddhism and wants to follow the master to experience one or two." ”

Hearing what the young monk said, the old monk also spoke: "The little master is serious, the little master's understanding is outstanding, he has such a profound Dharma at a young age, and his future achievements must be above the old monk, not to mention that they are all Buddhist disciples, so why should they care who is the teacher!"

Hearing the old monk's words, the young monk paused and replied: "Amitabha, what the master reminded is that it is the younger generation who is persistent. With that, he began to clean up the Buddha statue again.

At this time, the old beggar picked up the roast chicken with one hand, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you are a master and apprentice, anyway, the old beggar, I only roasted three chickens today, but four people came, this chicken is roasted by the old beggar, the old beggar must not suffer, you must take a whole one, and you will divide the rest yourself." ”

Hearing this, the old drunkard opposite him was a little anxious, and quickly picked up a roast chicken and said: "Old beggar, we can talk about it before, I will exchange wine with you for a roast chicken, I must not be less, the person was brought by the old monk, if the little monk wants to eat, let the old monk give him his own." ”

Hearing the words of the old beggar and the old drunkard, the young monk fell down again, turned his head to look at the old monk and thought: Listen to the meaning of their words, the master actually wants to eat that roast chicken?

Looking at the old monk who had not yet made a move, the young monk shook his head and thought again: Impossible, how could the master make such a move to break the vows when his Dharma is so profound?

It's just that the young monk's thoughts have not completely fallen, but seeing that the old monk has already smiled and removed a hind leg from the only remaining roast chicken, and put it into his mouth to nibble on it, this scene made the young monk standing on the Buddha platform stunned, only to see the young monk take a deep breath, retract his stunned gaze, calm down and stand on tiptoe to stroke towards the higher place of the Buddha statue.

saw the old monk holding the chicken leg that had been bitten, and turned his head calmly to the young monk and asked, "Little master, do you want to have some too." ”

Hearing the old monk's question, the young monk turned his head to look at the chicken leg in the old monk's hand, and was even more speechless, and directly petrified on the spot.

Looking at the stunned young monk, the old monk continued to ask, "The little master really doesn't plan to come?"

After a while, the old monk saw that the young monk still did not answer, and immediately turned around and said, "Since this is the case, the old monk will not be polite to you." ”

At this time, the old drunkard on the side continued: "Old monk, since the little monk is so polite, why don't you give me the share you gave him, anyway, don't you give it to anyone, right?" ”

I saw that the old monk glanced at the old drunkard lightly, but did not answer but stretched out his hand to the wine gourd beside the old drunkard, but when the old monk stretched out his hand, the old drunkard had already realized that he quickly put out a free hand on the waist of the gourd, and said at the same time: "Eh, I don't want your roast chicken, don't hit my gourd idea." ”

And the old monk saw that the old drunkard's hand had been on the waist of the wine gourd, but the castration of the hand did not stop, but continued to move forward and directly open the mouth of the gourd, and then opened his mouth to suck, but saw that a thumb-sized water column was drawn out of the gourd, and the water column bent and fell into the old monk's mouth.

The water column flowed very fast, and the old drunkard who looked at the water column showed a distressed expression, and quickly took it away from the waist of the gourd, directly sealed the mouth of the gourd, and stopped the old monk's smoking at the same time: "You old thief bald, you can't be authentic, do you have such a wine grabber?"

The young monk on the Buddhist platform listened to the conversation between the two, and a feeling of getting on a thief ship rose in his heart and completely collapsed, and when he was about to let go of his heels as soon as his feet were released, he felt that something seemed to be blocking his feet from falling.

At this moment, the young monk heard the old monk say, "Amitabha, little master, you can't let go of your feet at this time." ”

Hearing this, facing this old monk who drank wine and ate meat, the young monk was quite unconvinced, and almost blurted out a slight displeasure at the moment: "Why can't you let it go?"

But I saw that the old monk smiled and replied: "Amitabha, good and good, it seems that the obsession in the little master's heart has not been broken in the past seven years." ”

Hearing the old monk's answer, the young monk paused again, and at this moment, the old beggar, who was facing away from him, spoke: "Didn't the little monk feel that there was something wrong with the soles of your shoes because of your cultivation?"

Then the old drunkard continued: "Or is your heart already in turmoil?"

The old beggar's words were like an initiation, so that the young monk was invigorated, and he closed his eyes and felt it quietly, and after a while, the young monk opened his eyes again, put down his left foot, raised his right foot, and reached out to gently lift a small spider attached to the sole of his shoe and put it aside.

Then the young monk jumped down from the Buddha platform, walked to the three of them, and gave a salute and said, "Amitabha, thank you for the guidance of the three seniors, the younger generations have been taught." ”

The old monk replied while nibbling on the chicken legs: "You really don't come a little?"

But seeing that the young monk replied with a calm face: "Thank you for your kindness, but the younger generation still can't let go." ”

The old monk hadn't replied, but the old drunkard over there had already said first, "No, you have already let go." ”

The young monk smiled faintly again, no longer answered, but walked to the remaining spot of the fire and sat down, closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

Seeing him like this, the three of them ignored him, and after eating for a while, the old beggar spoke again and said to the old drunkard: "I said the old drunkard, there are only twelve years left, should you return the remaining two pieces of Guiyun tea to me?" ”

Hearing the word Guiyun Tea, the young monk was a little curious and thought: How does this Guiyun Tea sound so familiar, by the way, it is rumored that there is a Guiyun Tree in Beifan City that is the treasure of Beifan, and this Guiyun Tea should have anything to do with that Guiyun Tree.

But when he heard that the Guiyun Tree was originally a tender leaf for three thousand years, but since the great changes in heaven and earth, the Guiyun Tree has also been affected and has not sprouted for more than 6,000 years, and the young monk immediately denied his thoughts when he thought of it.

But seeing the old drunkard chewing chicken in his mouth, he replied with some slurred words: "Oh, the two tea leaves you said, I made them into tea for the two little dolls eight years ago." ”

Hearing this, the old monk showed a little joy on his face and said, "Have you found the Chosen One?"

The old beggar looked displeased and said, "He's looking for a fart, do you think he's still the fortune teller he was back then?" ”

The old drunkard glanced at the old beggar, and then retorted, "Who do you say can't do it?"

The old beggar said again: "It's you, do you know that this Guiyun tea can only grow a young leaf for three thousand years, even if I only have three pieces, more than four hundred years ago, when you gave that piece of Guiyun tea to the kid surnamed Fang, I told you to let you calculate it clearly before sending it, but you have to say that he is the chosen one, and as a result? ”

Hearing this, the young monk couldn't help but wonder and thought: Isn't the Guiyun tea that has produced a young leaf in three thousand years the rumored treasure of Beifan City, this old beggar actually has three pieces, who is this old beggar?

Although the young monk didn't know what the role of Guiyun was, it would be an extraordinary thing to be regarded as a treasure by Beifan City, but the old drunkard was able to make it into tea for the two little dolls to drink, who were those two little dolls, and what was the chosen one in the old monk's mouth?

Although the young monk's heart was shocked, he only hid it in his heart and did not show it, let alone interrupt the conversation between the three of them, and the three people seemed to have never noticed the young monk's doubts.

"Ahem," the old drunkard put his left hand into a fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, slightly dissolved the embarrassment on his face, and then said: "Don't say that, the little guy surnamed Fang has also driven back those little guys from the Western Wilderness, and it can't be regarded as a waste." ”

Hearing this, the young monk already had an answer in his heart, the little guy surnamed Fang in the mouth of the old drunkard must be Fang Wuji, it turned out that Fang Wuji had once obtained a piece of Guiyun tea in the hands of this old drunkard, but what was the effect of that Guiyun tea, and was Fang Wuji's amazing cultivation related to that piece of Guiyun tea?

The young monk didn't have time to think about it, and after a pause, the old drunkard swore again: "And I can guarantee that I am absolutely not wrong this time, that kid must be the chosen one." ”

The old beggar stretched out his left index finger and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed the oil stains that remained on it, and replied, "What do you old drunkard take to guarantee?" ”

On the other side, the old drunkard picked up the gourd and took a sip of wine before he said: "I remember helping me see the future before my master died, and that time I only saw two children in the future, one of them was the boy surnamed Fang back then, and the other was the child I met eight years ago." ”

When the old beggar heard this, he replied, "Okay, even if the one you see this time is really the chosen one, you don't need to soak both pieces, right?"

The old drunkard replied with a smirk: "No way, who asked the female doll next to that kid to give me two strings of sugar gourds, I have a short mouth, so I had to give away two pieces of tea, and there are only twelve years left before the period of ten thousand years, why do you still keep that broken tea leaves!"

When he heard the old drunkard say that he gave away an extra piece of Guiyun tea but only because of two strings of sugar gourds, Rao is a young monk was a monk and couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart: ", this is okay." ”

Then, when he heard about the period of ten thousand years, the young monk's heart set off a monstrous wave, could it be that these three old men have lived for tens of thousands of years? Thinking of this, the young monk's closed eyes and his brows couldn't help but tremble slightly.

However, the three of them were still chatting to themselves, only to see the old beggar pointing at the old drunkard with an angry face and saying, "You ......"

The old drunkard showed an indifferent expression and continued: "What are you, aren't you just two broken tea leaves, it's a big deal, I'll pour you another bowl of wine." ”

"That's pretty much it," said the old drunkard, who said he was going to pour himself wine, and the anger on the old beggar's face suddenly disappeared, just as the old beggar was about to reach out and break the bowl.

"Amitabha" the old monk beside him whispered a Buddha call, and then quickly grabbed in front of the old beggar, reached out and picked up the broken bowl next to the old beggar, under the disdainful eyes of the old beggar and the old monk, the old monk drank the only remaining wine in the broken bowl in one gulp.

After drinking the wine in the broken bowl, the old monk put the broken bowl in front of the old drunkard, then stood up and patted his oil-stained hands, revealing a solemn expression and said, "Sin, sin." It's time for the old monk to go. ”