"I don't know whose children don't look good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The monk shouted several times, but no one in the crowd responded.

Wang Mai took a closer look, this child was a little familiar, it was Sun Yu, the son of that Rou Niang. Hurriedly walked over and hugged him: "I know the child's mother, I will take him to find his family, a few first, and I will come later." ”

Kong Yingda nodded: "That's fine." If you can't find it, give the child to the monks in the temple, and there will be no mistakes. ”

Lao Zheng also advised on the side: "This Master Huicheng is a rare monk, don't miss it." ”

After saying goodbye to a few people, Wang Mai touched Sun Yu's bald head: "You are much cuter than these old guys." And with whom? ”

"Mother!" Xiao Sun Yu replied crisply.

"What about your mother?"

"There." Fleshy little finger pointed to the main hall.

Holding Sun Yu up the stairs, and crossing the high threshold, this entered the hall, under the golden phase of Sakyamuni, kneeling a few men and women who came to worship, and there were many people waiting in line next to them.

"Mother." Sun Yu in his arms shouted.

Following the direction of Sun Yu's shouting, Wang Mai finally saw Rou Niang, she was closing her eyes and saying that she was worshipping something on the wall, hearing her son's shout, and hurriedly opened her eyes to find her son's traces.

Wang Mai came to her with Sun Yu in his arms, and the little Sun Yu in his arms stretched out his hand forward: "Mother." ”

"It's rare to see you not out of the stall today." Wang Mai smiled and handed the child over.

Rou Niang took Xiao Sun Yu and nodded: "There is Lao Langjun." The slave family still has some trivial matters, so they will retire first. After speaking, he hugged his son and walked away, but Xiao Sun Yu waved his hand to him from afar.

Wang Mai smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head to look at the wall, it turned out that the wall was full of the deceased's deceased, and he hurriedly folded his hands and confessed his guilt. When I raised my head, I found that there was a line of small characters written on the deceased seat in front of me, "The spiritual seat of the deceased husband Sun Qiuhong, the surviving Sun family Rouniang......"

Dead husband? Widow? She's a widow! Wang Mai couldn't believe it and looked at it again, that's right, this is the death seat she gave to her deceased husband.

No wonder she has been busy with herself these days, and has never seen her husband; No wonder she is a woman, but she came out to show her face, she is a widow. Then it all makes sense.

Uneasy, he called the little monk next to him and asked.

"Does the official mean this tablet? That's right, it was the female benefactor just now, and she has been standing for more than a year, and she will come to worship every festival. The little monk replied fifteen-ten.

"Thank you, little master." Wang Mai's heart was beating a little fast, and he stepped out of the hall in three or two steps, and saw Rou Niang holding Sun Yu out of sight.

I was about to catch up, but I stopped. This matter should be considered in the long run, even if you know that the person is a widow, you can't be so abrupt, after all, this is an era that pays attention to the difference between men and women. However, when he heard the news, Wang Mai was still a little fluttering, and his empty heart these days finally came to an end.

After sorting out his mood, he went all the way to the outside of Master Huineng's meditation room, and the sound of everyone's conversation came from the open door.

Wang Mai walked into the room lightly, but was looked at by everyone.

"Jikai, don't pay tribute to Master Huineng." Lao Zheng looked at him with a smile.

"The junior Wang Mai has seen Master Huineng." Put your hands together and bow to the old monk at the head of the seat.

"Little donor, please take a seat!" The old monk returned the salute, "The humble house is shabby, and I hope to take care of it." As he spoke, a waiting monk brought a crystal clear glass cup and placed it in front of him.

Wang Mai thanked the monk and looked at the glass cup in front of him and was secretly speechless. This humble temple is really a humble word, just by this crystal cup of such a high quality, you know that this White Horse Temple is very rich.

Some time ago, I was wandering around Nanshi with Song Laosan, and I saw a merchant selling this thing, Wang Mai curiously picked one up and asked the price, and was immediately startled. Such an inferior glass that can be seen everywhere in later generations actually opens its mouth for a hundred times, and if you don't eat or drink with the salary of Wang Wheat, you can only buy it after decades. Frightened, he hurriedly returned it, if this thing was broken, it would be a big loss.

At this time, the condition in front of him is so good, and the value is several times that of the inferior goods before, and this old monk actually drinks tea with such a precious treasure.

Kong Yingda saw that Wang Wheat was actually looking at this glass cup and was distracted, as the top boss of the Guozi Sacrifice Wine King Wheat felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly scolded him: "Jikai, how can you be so out of shape in front of the master." ”

"Oh!" Wang Mai quickly came back to his senses and apologized to everyone, "I have never seen such a high-quality glass product in the world, so I am rude for a while, and I hope the master will not blame." "Lao Tzu will see that glass products can scare you to death when they say it, this broken cup supermarket has a maximum of dozens of dollars, what's the big deal.

The old monk Huicheng smiled disapprerovingly: "It's okay." Originally, money and wealth were things outside the body, but the glass was the mascot of the Buddhist family, so this glass cup was used to entertain guests. ”

Mascots, you Buddhists are really good at picking mascots, they are expensive enough. Why don't you get a worthless broken brick and tile as a mascot, what you say is like the truth.

"Presumably this glass cup is not cheap, right?" Wang Mai asked casually.

Everyone frowned when they heard this, and Lao Zheng regretted taking him to see Master Huicheng, this Wang Mai really asked everything, and a scholar put money on his lips every day, and this is the only one. However, thinking about it these days, everyone also understood his character, but they did not criticize him.

Hui Cheng was also stunned when he heard this, since he became famous for his lectures, he has seen all dignitaries and dignitaries, and no one has ever mentioned money to him again, this Wang Mai is really interesting. Thinking of this, he smiled heartily: "The monks don't speak, this glass cup is made by this temple." ”

"Oh?" The crowd turned their gaze to the Hui Ride.

"This method of making it was not originally owned by this temple, but was given by a devout layman. A few years ago, this layman knew that the end was approaching, and he knew that the glass was the treasure of Buddhism, so he donated the method of making the glass to the Buddha, praying for the blissful rebirth. In fact, as long as you are dedicated to the Buddha and have no distracting thoughts, you can transcend rebirth, so why do you need external things to help? Hui Cheng said indifferently.

"Yes, this person actually tried to bribe the Buddha with things, but he really fell behind, and his heart was deeply obsessed, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to get what he wanted." Lao Zheng said with a compassionate expression.

Wang Mai smiled coldly in his heart, the White Horse Temple is afraid that he has made a lot of money by making glass, and now he is also saying that this donor has fallen behind, and this old monk is really cheap and good.

At this time, the topic was back on track, and Lao Zheng and the old monk Hui Cheng discussed the Buddhist scriptures with a glance and a word, and what they said was something that people couldn't understand.

The monk who was waiting next to him poured him a cup of boiled tea, and through the transparent walls of the cup, you could see that the finely crushed tea powder and some other mixed powder were rolling up and down in the cup, which was probably what these tea people were talking about.

I really don't understand how good tea leaves are so spoiled by them, so they have to chop them and put them on the spices such as green onions, ginger, orange peel, mint, dates and salt and boil and drink. Although the taste is not very unpleasant, I feel that I really drink the soup, and the fragrance of the tea leaves is not tasted at all.

However, he has no intention of correcting these people's turtle drinking methods, and after so many years of habit, how can it be so easy to change. He didn't plan to learn from Lu Yu, so he made a book to promote the correct use of tea. If you have time, you can try to fry yourself a little and pour yourself a drink, which is also quite good.

The exchange between Lao Zheng and Huicheng was finally completed, and then finally got to the point.

"I've heard for a long time that Buddhism has a tradition of debate, so I wonder if Master Huiyan can give us some advice?" Kong Yingda asked. Although Wang Mai came up with a debating rule, the great Confucians in Luoyang had doubts about the effect of this, how qualified is a post-born boy to set rules for these respected old Confucians? Therefore, although Wang Mai's proposal has been discussed by everyone, it has always been truly implemented, and the two factions are still indulging in fighting each other all day long.

Huicheng thought for a moment when he heard this: "The debate originated from Tianzhu, although I have heard a lot of people in the land of the Han family, but it is rare. However, if the level of Zhu Buddhism today is much higher than that of my Han Buddhism, this is also a fact, and there is no need for Lao Wei to shy away from it. There are two reasons for this: first, the original text of the sutra is written in Sanskrit, and there are many ambiguities when it is translated; Second, Tianzhu is the birthplace of Buddhism, and the missionary time is longer than that of our Han land; Therefore, it is natural that the level of scriptures and righteousness of Tianzhu Buddhism is higher than ours. ”

Everyone nodded when they heard this.

Hui Cheng went on to say: "The debate is actually very simple, there are two debaters, one of whom asks a question, and the other answers, and no rhetorical questions are allowed; After a paragraph, the other person asks the questioner at the beginning until one person is unable to ask, and then the decision is made. ”

Kong Yingda nodded: "Don't hide it from the master, my Confucian sect is also divided now," he turned his head and glanced at Wang Mai, "Assistant Teacher Wang proposed to learn from the Buddhist method of debate some time ago to solve everyone's differences, and came up with a proposal, I think it was changed according to the method of Buddhism's debate. It's just that I don't know what the master thinks is the advantage or disadvantage of this method? ”

The old monk smiled: "The old man has also heard a little about Confucianism, but the old man is only negligent in learning, and he doesn't dare to point fingers at it." However, the old man thought that the debate was far more beneficial than harmful to my Buddhists. ”

Wang Mai's heart moved: "I heard that the Tianzhu Brahmanism in Tianzhu, the origin of Buddhism, is powerful, if there are any loopholes in the Buddhist scriptures, it is easy for outsiders to catch the sore spot, so the Buddhist scriptures attach great importance to the meticulousness of words, I think it is for this reason." ”

The old monk glanced at Wang Mai carefully, acquiesced in his words, and continued: "One of the debates of the scriptures can make the words of the scriptures and meanings thorough, and the other is a great benefit. ”

"Please ask the master for advice."

"When debating the scriptures, there are many onlookers, and it can also have the effect of promoting Buddhism."

Wang Mai nodded, as the saying goes, people love to join in the fun, and a quarrel on the street can cause many onlookers, not to mention the tearing between two eminent monks. These monks knew how to use the eyeball effect to sell themselves, and it is no wonder that Buddhism, a foreign religion, eventually took root in China and became the first religion.