“...... The kind of fasting that is in my mother's somen noodles is delicious...... Where have you eaten ......?"

Zhai Zhai Mi is the dialect here, which actually refers to a kind of plant corolla like the onion after flowering, its taste is spicy, can be squeezed for oil, wild mostly, said to be used by people to improve the flavor with boiling oil. However, it is said that like green onions, monks cannot eat these.

I still remember that when Erniu talked about their family's somen noodles, the eyes of the two children were straight, and it just so happened that they had tasted the somen noodles made by Erniu's mother, and the tongues of the two of them were almost swallowed in their stomachs at that time.

I still remember that at that time, I really didn't know that monks couldn't marry, and the master never cared who he was playing with.

At that time, it was good for the children of ordinary families to have something to eat, and they would not want to let their children go out to study in private schools or study at all, in their opinion, it was better to have those kung fu, it was better to go to the field with their parents to eat more, at least the whole family was less hungry, and it was useless to be scholars. It's like seeing some amazing animal.

Therefore, this kind of thing can only be enjoyed by the children of those big families, that is, those children, even if they can only read, but the surrounding villagers see these children who are also industrious and don't know what Gu Su is, but their faces are full of envy and flattery. At that time, I remember asking the master why there is such a big gap between the front and back, which is also a person who treats students as scholars.

The master looked at me at that time, and did not answer, but just added oil to the oil lamp in front of him, and uncovered the Buddhist scriptures in front of him for another page, and then looked at me. I thought that the master instructed me to read the answer in the book, but I didn't expect that at this time, the master laughed, touched my head, and said: " The eyes of the world are often swayed by the obstacle in front of them, you see what they see is the person, but I say that what they see is the identity that the person represents, different identities, even if they do the same thing, in the eyes of others, the meaning is completely different, we eat the same on weekdays, drink the same water, there is no difference in height, but in the eyes of sentient beings, but unconsciously enter the obstacle, although they see that everyone is eating the same rice, drinking the same water, but those who are prominent in every move can always show unusual extra meaning, such as in the eyes of the peopleThe food eaten by those rich and noble families must be carefully selected from the grain, and the water they drink may be the sweet spring drawn down from the mountain, and even their every move on weekdays has an unpredictable and profound artistic conception. In fact, you will find that no matter how good the food of these rich and noble people is, it is nothing more than to fill their stomachs, and no matter how fragrant they are, it is not to quench their thirst. Although their every move is different from ordinary people, it is nothing more than standing and walking, dressing and eating, the so-called profundity, but ordinary people are confused by the obstacle of their identity in front of them, and the same is true for reading.

Later, I understood what the master meant, the world will not laugh at a scholar wearing a green shirt and a scholar with a sword attached to his back reading on the side of the road, but will laugh at a farmer sitting on the ridge of the field with a book flipping around.

These things that even adults can't easily see through, how can a five or six-year-old child understand, so at that time, in the eyes of the surrounding villagers, the monks in our temple were all masters with university knowledge, even if it was just twelve or thirteen years old sweeping monks, in the eyes of outsiders, they were all unborn masters. Not to mention the master, a middle-aged man who has been a monk for most of his life.

So naturally, the people around me have great respect for the monks in the temple on weekdays, and the respect for these monks and masters is revealed between the lines. Children are a group of people with a strong imitation, in the ears of adults, whether it is the naughty and mischievous baby, or the honest and honest stone, or even the well-behaved and clever second girl, they all think that I am also a master of the world, can read scriptures, can write, and even can say a lot of incomprehensible truths. Such a little monk just fits their definition of a master, so being able to marry a master is a great thing for Erniu, a child who doesn't know much.

Before I could react to what was going on, my little finger had been hooked by the second girl, and then under the touch of the other party's thumb, the highest oath between this child was established in my confused state.

The second girl wanted to marry the little monk, and the little monk agreed, Tong Yan Wuji, Wuji to the point of ignorance, and now when I was holding the bowl of noodles handed over by the middle-aged woman, my heart not only missed a beat, because I clearly saw that the bowl of noodles was vaguely mixed with something that I couldn't think of anyway--- Zhai Zhaimi

"Oops...... I forgot...... I'm sorry little master...... The old student is really old and a little confused. This is a kind of ingredient in our hometown, and we call it Zhai Zhai Mi. When I was a child, my mother taught me, it was very delicious and delicious, but it seems that monks who are monks can't eat this, so I'll change a bowl for you, sorry sorry ......",

As she spoke, the old woman quickly scooped up a bowl of noodles, poured a special brine, and handed it to me, and when the other bowl of noodles with that kind of ingredient left my hand, my heart was empty as if something had left me with this bowl of noodles.

"Donor...... As far as the poor monks know, although this kind of material is relatively rare, it is always used in some places, but this kind of name of fasting and fasting seems to be only available in one place......"

"Ah...... little master, ...... you" The old woman had just taken the bowl, and after hearing what I said, her mouth almost didn't close in surprise, "Little master, where are you from, is it also from Wei County, this is the name of Wei County, ...... you, little master?"

"The poor monk was a monk in Wei County when he was young...... But that was a long time ago, I can't remember clearly...... but unexpectedly, it was because of my words that the middle-aged woman opposite was shocked, like being struck by lightning.