The vegetable girl gently held Sakura's slender and white hand with her palm, looking extremely doting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This sister is a child of the rivers and lakes, and she has never been afraid of shouting and killing all day long, who knows, when it comes to her children's private affairs, she is also so shy.

The vegetable girl looked at the roof in a daze, a little distracted, she seemed to see her past self in Sakurayuki's body. The little family girl who was once innocent, the little family girl who gave up everything for the sake of a country boy.

For her, the most brilliant bloom in this life is to let go of everything and marry the kind and honest Dong Liang. Even if she becomes an ordinary village woman in the tofu factory, she has no regrets. Even though she and Dong Liang have been separated forever, she still has no regrets. Because she has loved and been happy, this is enough, not to mention, God also left her a child.

She touched her belly, not knowing whether to herself or to the vegetable girl: "If you can marry the man you love, you are the happiest woman in the world." ”

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes revealing a maturity and stability that Ying Xue had never seen before, stroking Ying Xue's head, as gentle as her own sister: "My sister's appearance is unparalleled in the world, and if she can be worthy of you, she must be a peerless hero who gallops the world!" ”

Ying Xue's face twisted, and when she heard this, her face was even more feverish, and she was so anxious that she stomped her feet: "If my sister says it again, I will ignore you!" ”

The vegetable girl smiled, with indescribable tenderness in her eyes, and said to Yingxue: "Okay, good, my sister doesn't say it, that's it." Let's go quickly, it's always bad to keep people waiting. ”

Ying Xue turned around, and the eyes of the vegetable girl became the ignorant and confused but strong country woman again.

In the small courtyard of the Zhang family, Uncle Zhang is busy inside and out.

The courtyard of the Zhang family and the tofu workshop of the Caijia family were originally a whole, similar to the layout of the northern courtyard, but they were more compact, and then separated by a low wall, which appeared more narrow.

Uncle Zhang's silver shop had already closed, and after he broke Ying Xue's silver into five parts and distributed it to Jia Ping, he sent his apprentice home and began to stew chicken on the fire.

The chicken in this casserole had been stewed for some hours, and he picked it up with two rags and hurriedly walked to the main house in the backyard.

Walk through the patio and into the hall and put the stewed chicken on the table.

In the hall, the little monk was talking to a woman about forty years old, who was dressed in a plain skirt, her hair was in a bun and hung down on her head, her sideburns were frosty, her face was sallow, and her face seemed to have endless thoughts under her melancholy countenance.

Uncle Zhang put the casserole and said to the woman, "Old woman, you can gossip with the little master for a while, and the meal will be ready immediately." ”

Aunt Zhang nodded expressionlessly, and responded weakly: "You go and get busy, I'll ask the little master for advice." ”

Uncle Zhang said to Bu Xiu again: "Little Master, wait a while, it's fine." ”

Bu Xiu spit out two "ah" words in his mouth at random, which can be regarded as a response to Uncle Zhang who turned around and went out.

And his two eyes were staring directly at the casserole, and he was reluctant to blink his eyelids.

On the square table, although the casserole has not yet opened the lid, the aroma arches out of the crack, turning into two fish hooks, burrowing into the endless nose and hooking the soul.

His ass involuntarily left the chair, and he wanted to fly over immediately and destroy the casserole and the chicken, but after all, he was a guest, so he had to take care of his face a little.

Aunt Zhang called softly twice: "Little Master, Little Master!" ”

Constantly hearing the master call himself, he reluctantly swallowed a few mouthfuls of foam and then removed his eyes and put them on the chair again: "Aunt Zhang, what is the matter with the little monk?" ”

When Aunt Zhang heard him call himself "Auntie's benefactor", a smile appeared on her face: "Little Master, since I died there, I want to become a monk, serve the Buddha day and night, and accumulate some merits for my son, but I have a lot of worries in my heart, and I can't make up my mind, so I ask the little master for guidance." ”

After listening to it, Aunt Zhang asked herself for advice, so she straightened up, tidied up her monk's robe, and tried her best to look solemn and tall.

He put on the appearance of a young monk who had attained the Tao and said, "For the benefactor, what is the difference between being a monk and being at home? ”

Aunt Zhang said: "If you become a monk, you can serve the Buddha day and night, but at home, you will inevitably be disturbed by the world. ”

He kept asking, "What is the purpose of serving the Buddha wholeheartedly?" ”

Aunt Zhang replied: "Naturally, I practiced Buddhism and accumulated merit for my son. ”

He pointed to himself and said, "The donor thinks that the little monk is devout to the Buddha?" ”

Aunt Zhang said with certainty: "The little master is a disciple of Buddhism, so he is naturally religious. ”

He asked her endlessly: "But the little monk drinks wine and eats meat, and does not abide by the precepts, how can he be considered pious?" ”

Aunt Zhang thought for a while and said, "Little Master, this is, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart." ”

After listening to this, if he met a bosom friend, he said to Aunt Zhang: "The parents of those who gave birth to me, and the donors who know me." ”

Aunt Zhang listened, covered her mouth and smiled, thinking that this little monk was so interesting.

He continued: "Take the sentence of the donor exonerating the little monk, although there is a hint of sophistry, it contains a profound truth. Whether you are a monk or a vegetarian, the two are just a formality, and learning the Dharma, showing compassion, doing good deeds, and transforming sentient beings is the original intention of the Buddha. If you understand this truth, what does it matter if you become a monk or not? If you don't understand the true meaning of the Buddha and only focus on the form and ignore the essence, then this is a false practice. ”

Aunt Zhang lowered her head and pondered, savored it, and everywhere she thought about it, it was like seeing the sun through the clouds, and it was bright. She raised her head with a look of reverence: "Fang Cai, what the little master said, it is really Zen and extraordinary." ”

After listening to this compliment, he pretended to be very modest on the surface: "Average, average~" But his heart was already happy, and his heart said: Oh yes! Successfully promoted to the male god of middle-aged and elderly women, it feels really good to have fans!

Aunt Zhang thought of a doubt in the scriptures again, so she asked: "The Heart Sutra says that 'emptiness is color, and color is emptiness', but this 'emptiness and color' are not the same, how can they be confused?" Please also ask the little master for guidance. ”

Seeing the 'fans' asking questions again, he cheered up, pointed to the casserole on the table next to him, and asked, "Dare to ask the donor, what is in the casserole?" ”

Aunt Zhang replied: "The chicken that has just been stewed." ”

He asked, "If I eat it, is the chicken still there?" ”

Aunt Zhang said: "Naturally, it's gone." ”

He pointed to his stomach and asked, "What is in my belly?" ”

Aunt Zhang originally wanted to say: When the chicken is in the stomach, it is dung. But I feel that it is disrespectful to the little master to say this. So much so that I was speechless for a while, and I didn't know how to answer.

He said: "The chicken in the casserole has become the food in the belly of the little monk, and the little monk will take him out in the future, and it will become a fertilizer in the field, nourishing all things, and becoming a seedling. From the chicken to the rice, the chicken is still there, but it has changed in a form, which is reincarnation. ”