When he woke up in the morning, he felt that his stomach was fine, and Zhao Jiaren finally put his mind at ease. He had thought about what gifts he should bring to the temple, but now he finally had something he could get his hands on.

Indian Buddhist monks eat meat, but they are not allowed to eat pungent foods such as spices. Buddhism spread to China, Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty Xiao Yan read the "Ranga Sutra", "Ranga Sutra" said that "the Bodhisattva is merciful and compassionate, can not bear to eat the flesh of all living beings", in the tenth year of the Heavenly Prison, that is, in 511 AD, Emperor Wu of Liang wrote 4 articles "Breaking Wine**", and in the palace "Fengzhuang Gate" gathered more than 1,000 monks and nuns, preaching and singing this text. For the first time, this article put forward the idea of prohibiting monks and nuns from "eating all meat", and strictly controlled it with the coercive measure of "the rule of law by the king". Since then, Han Buddhism has not eaten much meat.

Gift-giving must be exquisite, and carrying three animals to the temple is a very uncultured choice, because the three animals are used to worship the heavens in Chinese tradition. Holding gold and silver to thank the monk for helping him raise funds? This has a hint of a kickback, which is very undesirable.

Rare is expensive, and the alkali cooking cake is vegetarian and delicious, and it is also perfectly in line with the etiquette that a monk should have. If the monks are really greedy for money, sending this is also a punishment, then it is more appropriate!

When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that the master who was preparing breakfast was discussing something around several drawers of cooking cakes. Now Zhao Jiaren felt that the words of the 'hungry firehead army' were really accurate, no wonder someone scolded the master yesterday for secretly hiding cooking cakes, but it was not wronged. Zhao Jiaren stepped forward and said with a smile: "I'll tell you how to eat, cut the cooking cake into slices and fry it in oil." Charted on the outside and tender on the inside, it is very delicious. ”

The masters were arrested, and their faces were a little sneering. The leader hurriedly said, "Headmaster, we are also afraid that they will eat too much and accumulate food. ”

It is a very tasteless thing to care about the Huotou Army, and Zhao Jiaren didn't want to do it, so he waved his hand and continued: "If you are afraid of frying it too hard, then beat the eggs evenly, wrap the eggs in egg juice and then fry them." However, if you do this, the oil temperature will be too high. It's better to fry it directly. ”

Seeing that Zhao Jiaren didn't care, the masters hurriedly responded: "Let's try it." ”

In the morning, the rice porridge was served with fried buns, and everyone who ate praised it. After the squad leader Hu Yi finished chewing the ration of three slices, he asked Zhao Jiaren a little nervously, "Principal, is a few thousand catties of alkali enough to eat?" We have almost 20,000 people up and down. ”

Hu Yi was right, Zhao Jiaren's subordinates numbered four or five thousand people, and they also brought more than 10,000 family members. The purpose of Zhao Jiaren's soda ash is to produce glass, not to produce new cooking cakes on a large scale. With a compassionate gaze, Zhao Jiaren said to Hu Yi: "Is it okay to eat once every half a month?" ”

“…… Can we eat it for half a month to enjoy it? Hu Yi asked Zhao Jiaren with a pitiful expression.

was stared at by a big man with a gaze that almost flashed stars, and Zhao Jiaren couldn't stand it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Five days at most!" ”

On the twenty-second day of the first month, that is, the fourth day when Zhao Jiaren arrived at Qingyuan Mansion, he got up before dawn. There were 300 freshly released steamed buns in several gift boxes, as well as steamed buns fried from 300 steamed buns. In addition, there are a lot of cloths, insect chrysanthemums, mosquito coils, and tea. Tea produced in Fujian, very expensive tea in Liangzhejiang Road, is very cheap in the local area. Although the cost of buying a gift is very low, it can take a considerable amount of money to buy it on Liangzhe Road.

With these gifts, Zhao Jiaren and the others went straight to the temple under the guidance of torches. The great monks of the three famous temples accepted the gifts, saying that they had contributed to the construction of the lighthouse out of compassion. Now the lighthouse has really helped many people, and they feel meritorious. I also wish Zhao Jiaren a good reward.

These are all scenes that have to be said, and Zhao Jiaren is actually not at ease at all. When he counted the courtesies and maintained a good relationship with the great monks, this matter should end here. After running around the temple for two days in a row, he also felt that he should hurry up and take up his post in Quanzhou.

The last one is the Tiantong Temple, where the abbot met with Zhao Jiaren in the clean room. The great monk was a spirited old man with triangular eyes and bright eyes. Looks very much like the great monk Fahai in the legend of the New White Lady. Seeing that Zhao Jiaren was about to say something else, the abbot said: "Master Zhao, I see that your eyes are firm, but you are always distracted. There must be something big to do. If Zhao Shizhu does not dislike it, Lao Wei wants to ask Zhao Shizhu to stay here for a few more days and meditate to settle down. ”

You're not going to consecrate me, are you? Zhao Jiaren thought to himself. He hurriedly refused, "Master, my mother loves to read Buddhist scriptures, and I also read them by chance." Seeing the scriptures, if you see me with color and ask me with your voice, you are walking in evil ways, and you cannot see what you are. I am here to participate in meditation, but I am afraid that I will have the heart to seek Buddha. Now that I am gone, I will not delay time, and I will be able to see the results as soon as possible. That's all it takes to go to Zen. ”

The great monk who looked like Fahai didn't expect Zhao Jiaren to say this, he looked at Zhao Jiaren, and continued to ask with great interest: "Lord Zhao's words are quite Zen, but I don't know what Lord Zhao wants?" ”

"Peace of mind." Zhao Jiaren replied briskly.

"Peace of mind...... I don't know if the donor knows the story of the two ancestors of Huike. The great monk who looked like Fahai asked.

"Yes. I feel related. Zhao Jiaren replied. Although he still thinks that this monk who looks like Fahai is pretending to be mysterious, he is not a simple monk who mixes rice.

The great monk who looked like Fahai continued: "Since Lord Zhao Shizhu knows, the old man will not show off. Lord Zhao Shi, when you come to my temple, you have a fate. Since Zhao Shizhu is unwilling to stay for a long time, why not make a poem to make a souvenir for Lao Gao, and also take a look at Zhao Shizhu's Huigen. ”

Zhao Jiaren smiled and recited angrily: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust! ”

This is the son of the six ancestors of Huineng, seeing that the great monk who looks like Fahai does not give up, Zhao Jiaren pranks and takes this out.

I thought that the great monk would be unhappy because of this ridicule, and even suspected that the great monk didn't know the son of the six ancestors of Huineng, Zhao Jiaren looked at the expression of the great monk, but saw that the great monk's expression was not moved at all, and he just said flatly: "This is the son of the six ancestors, and I can't count them." ”

Zhao Jiaren looked at the great monk who looked like Fahai and compared himself with him, and felt a little unhappy. But the other party is so serious, Zhao Jiaren also feels that he can't just pull out his legs like a splash, after thinking about it, Zhao Jiaren suddenly remembered a paragraph, he wanted to open his mouth to read, but found that he didn't know how to recite. Distraught, he saw that there was pen and ink in the great monk's house, so he dipped his pen in ink and walked to the white wall and wrote.

He doesn't cultivate good results in his life, he only loves to kill people and set fires. Suddenly, the golden rope was opened, and the jade lock was torn off here. Belch! The tide on the Qiantang River came to me, and today I know that I am me.

After writing, I wanted to throw the pen away, but I felt that it was very contrived. I walked back to the bookcase and put the pen back, but I heard a woman's low exclamation faintly from behind the screen in the clean room. It turned out that the great monk hid his mistress in the temple. As soon as this thought flashed, Zhao Jiaren didn't think much about it. Lu Ti's son has a sense of detachment from righteousness, and the thoughts of low-level fun can't enter Zhao Jiaren's heart at this time.

The big monk stared at the triangular eyes of the man, and without waiting for Zhao Jiaren to leave, the great monk said: "Amitabha, I will send the donor out of the temple." ”

"Don't dare to bother the master, I can go by myself. If there is a fate in the future, I will come to the door again. After Zhao Jiaren finished speaking, he saluted, turned around and went out.

Seeing Zhao Jiaren's figure disappear outside the door, the great monk let out a long sigh and couldn't help but recite the sentence 'Amitabha'.

With the slight sound of cloth shoes stepping on the ground, the two walked out from behind the screen in the clean room, and they looked like mother and daughter. The mother said to her daughter as she walked: "Zhuzhu, I can't help but scream when I see others writing. You're not a kid again. Don't you know how to cover your mouth with your hands? How good is it to be heard? ”

"Mother, I see that his handwriting is good." The young girl bowed her head and replied in a low voice.

The mother didn't say much, walked up to the big monk and said, "Second uncle, what do you think of this Zhao Sanlang person?" ”

The old monk looked at the wall again, and shook his head slightly, "This Zhao Shizhu...... Young and vigorous. ”

After listening to her second uncle's words, her mother felt that the answer was not what she asked, and continued to ask: "He is only twenty years old, a few months younger than Zhuzhu. Isn't it the right to be young and vigorous? Second uncle, now there is only one elder in the family, and I have always been good friends with Zhao Sanlang's mother, this time Mrs. Zhao proposed to me, even if the child is not successful, I have to reply quickly. ”

The great monk felt that his niece had not grasped the key point at all, but Zhao Jiaren's words were full of Zen, and if he explained it, he could get a while. The great monk said to his niece, "Come here." Then he entered the room where the two women were.

It turns out that these two rooms have independent doors and windows, but the doors and windows are located in one south and one in the north. A door was opened in the wall between the two rooms, which was just blocked by a screen.

Seeing that the elders had arrived in another room, the young woman raised her gaze, which had been slightly lowered, and calmly walked to the white wall where the verses were written, and began to read carefully. Those are all thin gold words, the words 'only love to kill people and set fires' are scattered when you look at them fiercely, and when you look closely, they are like knives and axes, murderous. The young woman frowned slightly, and couldn't help but gently cover her mouth with her white palm.

I read it from beginning to end several times. The girl whispered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, "Today I know that I am me." Is this what is called an epiphany? ”

Zhao Jiaren didn't know that he had just been blind date, he went out of Tiantong Temple, standing on the flat ground in front of the temple, a gust of wind made him feel refreshed. At this time, he suddenly wondered, the great monk couldn't really be participating in meditation, right?

It is okay to participate in Zen or not to participate in Zen. Zhao Jiaren felt that he had once again straightened out his thoughts and determined his state of mind. This time I went to Quanzhou to eradicate the Pu family, which was to kill people and set fires. In the wind, Zhao Jiaren said in a voice that only he could hear: "Today I know that I am me!" This is the epiphany. I am Zhao Jiaren, a Chinese citizen, and I am the one who eradicates all enemies of China! ”

After making a self-hypnotic summary, Zhao Jiaren shouted to his subordinates: "Go back to the dock and go to Quanzhou!" ”