The old monk's snoring came to Lewen's ears first, a song "Mountains and Flowing Water", the tune was beautiful, like the sound of heaven, which made Lewen a little intoxicated. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Legend has it that the pre-Qin luthier Boya once played the piano in the barren mountains and wilderness, and the woodcutter Zhong Ziqi was able to understand that this was a depiction of "Mount Tai" and "Yangyang Ruo River". Boya exclaimed: "Good, the heart of the son is the same as my heart." "After the death of Zhong Ziqi, Bo lost his voice with toothache, broke the piano, and did not play for life, so there is a song of mountains and flowing water.

In the music to hear the beauty, the old monk's snoring then turned into a song "Pingsha Falling Geese", the melody rises and falls, stretches continuously, beautiful and beautiful, the tone is quiet and beautiful, but there is movement in the stillness, as if the cover takes its autumn high and refreshing, the wind is quiet and the sand is flat, the clouds are thousands of miles, the sky is flying, and there is also the feeling of returning to the sky.

After listening to the song "Flat Sand and Falling Geese", Lewen had a sense of high spirits, thinking that the old monk was no longer snoring, but who knew that it was just silent for a moment, and then there was a superb song "Guangling San", which was filled with a kind of indignant and unyielding heroic atmosphere, which was draped in splendor, and the spears were vertical and horizontal, which made people's blood boil.

It is said that the origin of "Guangling San" is based on the record of "Book of Jin", this song is Ji Kang when he visited Luoxi, it was given by an ancient, and there is a legend of gods and ghosts in "Taiping Guangji", which is said to be Ji Kang's good qin, once, Ji Kang stayed in Yuehua Pavilion at night, could not sleep at night, sat up and stroked the qin, the sound of the piano was elegant, and moved a ghost, the ghost then passed on "Guangling San" to Ji Kang, and agreed with Ji Kang: this song must not teach people. In 263 AD, Ji Kang was killed by Sima Zhao. Before he died, Ji Kangju was not sad, but sighed: "Yuan Xiaoni please learn this dispersion, I Jin Gu is not with me, "Guangling San" is extinct today!" ”。

When Lewen followed the music, as if he was fighting on the battlefield, the old monk's snoring stopped abruptly, so that Lewen also came out of this illusion, and couldn't help but slowly open his eyes and saw that the old monk had woken up and was looking at him with a smile.

"Amitabha, donor, did you hear the old man's snoring?" The old monk stood up, saluted Lewen, and asked hesitantly.

Le Wen is now full of admiration for this old monk, and he said in a continuous voice: "It is rumored in the world that the master was born with extraordinary talents, and I can see it today, and sure enough, I admire it very much." ”

"Eh, brother, don't be deceived by this demon monk, there must be something wrong with the pill he gave you, otherwise his snoring will come to my ears, but it will be a harsh noise?" At this time, Long Chao and Ding Ke'er saw that the old monk had woken up and walked in.

"Amitabha, the mirror is not a platform, Bodhi has no tree, you can't think about it, you can't find it, it's all what the heart wants, how can everything be empty, the heart image is there, and the heart image is nothing." The old monk faced Long Chao's questioning, smiled slightly, and explained.

"Oh? I say this because the snoring I hear is not heard by my ears, but by my heart, and I feel that the snoring of the master is as beautiful as the sound of the piano, then I will feel so, and vice versa? Lewen touched the wolf teeth on his chest and said thoughtfully.

"What the donor said is very true, and this is exactly what the old man meant." The old monk nodded his head.

Ding Ke'er raised her eyebrows and smiled, sneering and said, "This girl still thinks that you old monk has some great skills, but it turns out that it is just a trick." ”

Le Wen waved his hand and said lightly: "Eh, this master's Dharma is profound, how can we juniors understand it." ”

"Hmph...... It's as if you're a little monk. Ding Ke'er glanced at Lewen and snorted.

In fact, when the old monk was sleeping and snoring, what Lewen listened to in his ears was indeed a rhythmic song like playing the piano, but he didn't know why, maybe it was really as the old monk said.

In any case, Lewen still feels that it is worthwhile to come here to find out, and he feels that the mystery of Buddhism is infinite and profound.

So after Lewen and the old monk said goodbye, they recuperated in Fucheng for two days, and the three of them continued to hurry.

When the three of them came to Suning City, it was noon, and they were hungry in their stomachs, and they heard that there was a scholar in this city who was born in Xiucai because he was disheartened because he had repeatedly failed the list, because he liked to cook, he was not a professional chef, and cooking was just a hobby, but, after a long period of practice and speculation, he actually practiced a masterful cooking skill, and the cooking skills were high, comparable to Ku Ding, so he relied on this fame to open a tavern in the city, and the business was also excellent.

Which is the best chef in history, if the name is crowned on the head of Ku Ding, it is estimated that everyone will not object, after 19 years of hard practice, after slaughtering thousands of cattle, finally practiced to simplify the complex, lift the weight lightly, and play a good kung fu with ease, won the emperor's award, descendants, also often use the idiom of Ku Ding to solve the cow as a typical example of the skill, for thousands of years, no one seems to be able to stand out.

And this person's cooking skills are comparable to those of Ku Ding, even if it is just a word of appreciation, it must not be too bad, so the three of Lewen have the idea of wanting a good meal, and after inquiry, they came to this tavern in a hurry.

As the saying goes, the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and this tavern is like this, although it is more difficult to find, but the upstairs and downstairs of the tavern are full, but fortunately they only waited for a while, and the people at the table near the kitchen finished eating and left.

The shopkeeper simply cleaned up the tables and chairs, and the three of them ordered some wine and food, and then sat on the chairs and waited for this talented chef who could be compared to Ku Ding to cook well.

Lewen's seat happened to be facing the kitchen door, and he saw a scholar-like chef in the kitchen, looking polite, but when he used the knife, his spirit was extraordinary, and there was an extraordinary self-confidence, which emanated from his limbs and bones, and he felt like he was looking at the world.

But when Le Wen was amazed by the high cooking skills of this talented chef, he only heard a deafening thunderclap in his ears, and the snow-white fish piled on the dining table turned into butterflies and flew with wings.

The guests in the tavern heard the thunderclap and thought that something was going on in the kitchen, so they quickly got up and went to the kitchen to see what was going on.

But when the group of guests saw a group of snow-white butterflies flying out of the kitchen, their faces showed a look of disbelief and amazement.