The small thin wind cold cutting meat with curls flew away the banners of the wine shop and blew away the hot white gas on the mutton in the pot.

Last night, the full moon rose in the east, and today it will be covered by dark clouds, as if this winter solstice day has arrived, and God's face has cooled down in a flash. However, for the common people in Yiduli, this cold weather happened to be around a small red clay stove, with mutton stewed on the stove and shochu hot by the fireside.

"Alas, this little master is also here to buy mutton?" the guy at the butcher shop looked at the little monk Yue's white monk's robe with some surprise

"Well, don't want meat, just serve me some old soup!" the little monk smiled a little embarrassed

"Yo, little master, isn't drinking broth also stained with meat? Anyway, it's all breaking the precepts of Shamen, so it's better to eat meat in a big gulp!" The storyteller who was roasting the stove in the front hall of the butcher shop couldn't help but laugh when he saw it interesting

"The old monk in the mountains said that cause and effect are big and small, and it is better to be smaller or smaller. The little master in the courtyard also said that it is okay to do things out of line, but you still need to be in awe. Since I was a child, the monk himself said, I practice meditation but not Buddhism, so the Buddha in the mountains can't be too wide, and I don't return to the world when I enter the world, so the master in the courtyard is not tightly restrained. Originally, it was true that meat and vegetarian food were not taboo, but the words of the two masters still need to be remembered, try to have less cause and effect, and more awe. The little monk said indifferently, and even took it for granted

Although the storyteller said that he lived in the market, he also had some knowledge, and after being stunned, he felt the extraordinaryness of the little monk, so he lowered his head to eat meat and smiled silently.

The butcher shop guy didn't care about the difference between monks and laymen, he just took the food box handed by the little monk. After opening, I found that there was an iron wall interlayer inside, and a layer of charcoal had been laid at the bottom of the box, and there was a copper net on the top of the charcoal, and a porcelain cup was placed on the copper net.

Admiring the exquisiteness, the man picked up the spoon, scooped out a spoonful of old soup with oil flowers floating along the edge of the pot, turned his wrist and poured it into the cup in the box, the action was called a skill, and the little monk looked happy.

The porcelain cup has a small belly, and the guy has three spoons in a row to be eight points full, and just about to add another spoonful, the little monk said, "Enough is enough!" After speaking, he took out the silver taels and paid for the soup according to the price of meat. I thought that this little monk was empty-handed to turn his fate, but he thought it was still a serious deal, and the guy was very happy.

The little monk took the food box and asked the man to borrow a kitchen knife. The guy was puzzled, but he handed it over, and then tiptoed to see the strangeness.

I saw the little monk put the food box on the ground, held the knife in his right hand, reached into his arms with his left hand, took out two washed white radishes, and cut them into a radish piece the size of an orange petal with a few brushes, which happened to fall in the cup in the box, and the broth rose up and overflowed the cup, covered with the lid, and happened to be very full.

The little monk reached into his arms again and touched it, this time taking out a stack of scriptures written in red on yellow paper. solemnly took it in his hand and flipped it over, and seemed to have read a few words in his mouth, and finally came to the conclusion, "It's useless!", so he raised his head and pulled the corners of his mouth at the guy, "Borrow another fire!"

After speaking, he didn't wait for the guy to react, so he took the scriptures and approached the stove at the bottom of the pot, in order to increase the toughness, the scriptures were brushed with grease, so they were exceptionally flammable and burn-resistant.

The blue flames licking the red scriptures are very eye-catching in this monotonous winter day, and the diners in the restaurant are looking out.

The little monk turned his wrist, and when the fire was burning, he threw it on the charcoal in the food box, and then pulled his sleeve and fanned it, and sparks rose on the charcoal. It seems to be smokeless bamboo charcoal, which is not choking and has a bamboo fragrance.

The guy at the butcher shop was stunned, and knew that he had met a foodie in the Buddhist sect, "Little master, this simmering broth stewed radish is not novel, but your method is novel!"

Who knew that the little monk gave him a disdainful look, "Is this a novelty? That's because you haven't seen an old monk and a dead blind man!"

The old monk and the blind man? What is it? Could it be the chef of a restaurant? I haven't heard of it!

The little monk stopped talking to him, covered the lid of the box, carried the food box, and walked past the Baishan Hill archway, obviously out of the city.

Of course, the one who went out of the city was Xiaocao Monk, who had been down the mountain for a month, and he had not seen the red dust in the world of flowers, so he missed the bitterness on Kuzhu Mountain. Today is the winter solstice, the academy has a day off, no need to hit the bell, Xiaocao decided to go back to the mountain to see the old monk, by the way, take the broth to stew radish, to the old monk to relieve his hunger!

The north wind outside the city began to carry snowflakes, which were as fine as sifted flour, but with the force of the wind they were like fish scales.

The little monk walked fast against the wind and snow, not that he was afraid of the wind and snow, but that if he didn't go faster, the radishes in the box would be stewed.

Kuzhu Mountain is not far outside the city, it is inconspicuous, fortunately there is an eye-catching Red Lotus Temple. The mountain is not high, there is a temple name, and it is also a golden treasure temple.

When the little monk walked to the foot of Kuzhu Mountain, the wind and snow were already as big as goose feathers. There is a white expanse between heaven and earth, only the green on Kuzhu Mountain is still there. The bitter bamboo is slender and does not fall snow, only swaying in the wind and snow.

The little monk wanted to go up the mountain immediately, but had to stop.

"Which idler has piled a snowman here, just blocking the way up the mountain!" The little monk looked at the pile of snow in front of the mountain scripture hesitantly, touched the food box that was no longer hot, and turned sideways to go around.

"Ahh

"Haha!" the snowman laughed, and the snow on his body flew up and merged back into the dancing wind and snow.

"Lama?" the little monk asked tentatively after seeing clearly

"A certain family is a Buddha!" reprimanded the great lama who had taken off his snow suit

"Cut!" the little monk spat out a mantra from the little master

The big lama looked very festive happily, which made the little monk's inexplicable hostility subside a lot, but he still asked, "You are a great lama who practices in Tantra, why are you blocking the mountain gate of the Zen Treasure Temple?"

"Hehe, a certain family is waiting for someone" The big lama stared at the food box in the little monk's hand, still happy

The little monk's vision is quite high, and since the snow fell in the town of the big lama, he knew that this product was by no means an ascetic monk who placed an order, and the big lama was wearing a brightly colored robe, which was also gorgeous. But the little monk didn't want to investigate in detail, there was only one lama under the mountain, and the monks in the temple on the mountain were also many people on his side, so he turned around and climbed the steps.

He raised his feet, and the big lama followed upward, the little monk ignored it, and the big lama followed suit, which was a little strange.

"Why is the Great Lama following me?" the little monk frowned slightly

"Hehe, there is only one way up the mountain, and Xiaohe is a little angry!"

"Isn't the Great Lama waiting for someone?"

"The man may have arrived, so I'm going up and looking. ”

"Whatever you want!"

The green bitter bamboo forest sandwiched the snow-covered stone steps of the path, there are two people walking on the path, the white monk's robe in front of the moon is hidden in the wind and snow, and a gilt purple and gold robe behind is impressive between heaven and earth

"What is the name of the little monk, who is also practicing on the mountain?"

The little monk did not know the hostility and kindness of the great lama, and replied truthfully, "Grass lantern, I used to be on the mountain, but now I have come down the mountain." ”

"Grass lamp, what bullshit?" the Grand Lama suddenly became annoyed

"Bullshit, hehe, the breath leaking from the mouth of the big lama!" After going down the mountain for a month, the little monk learned the ability to play skin and fight from his second junior brother Man Fu

The great monk was choked speechless, laughed randomly, "fluttering on the edge", and a few birds flew out of the bitter bamboo forest on the side of the road

Seeing that the great lama actually had a good temper, the little monk asked directly, "What is the great lama doing in the Red Lotus Temple?" This is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, but there is no way for you to practice!"

"The little monk is like a mountain dog!" the big lama replied that he had avenged the bullshit just now, and then said with a smile, "Buddha, I still need to practice the Dharma?

"The Great Lama is from Tallinn on the ice field?" the little monk was surprised, "the man is on the mountain?"

The big lama stared at the little monk with burning eyes, "It should be on the mountain!"

Both spoke briefly, followed by a moment of silence.

"There's something else to do before picking them up, though. "The Great Lama seemed a little depressed

The little monk didn't say anything

The Grand Lama didn't think about it, and continued, "It's really not easy to break that wooden fish on the mountain!"

The little monk turned around and hurried up the mountain, but the great lama followed him like a shadow. The little monk's snort became heavier, but the big lama was extremely relaxed, and he didn't forget to laugh, "Little monk, let's have a discussion." After going up the mountain, you divide the broth in your hand into a bowl of a certain family, and I will knock the wooden fish a few times less, how about it?"

The wind and snow were as heavy as a seat, and the bitter bamboo forest was covered by the whole piece of snow, and finally bent.