Beads of sweat the size of beans gathered on the right arm and the top of the head, and from time to time "pop-" shattered on the bluestone slab.

It had been an hour since one hand stood upside down, and the toes of the large cylinder that were lying horizontally were still not moving slightly.

He looked at the "four-legged to the sky", the old monk put the last piece of chicken bone in his mouth, instigated and instigated, and then reluctantly spit it out, and said depressedly in his heart: "Buddhism talks about pure feelings and few desires, and the six roots are pure, and as a monk, the monk is so greedy." ”

The day before, the old monk at dawn instructed him to bring some chicken legs when he came, he thought that there was a strong "work" that needed chicken legs to replenish his strength, but he would have thought that this "flower monk" was a delicious food for his own family.

"Hey, boy, I know what you're thinking. Seeing the meaty old monk, he suddenly changed into a person, and said with a smile.

Shao Yi couldn't help but tremble, and the big vat on his toes almost fell, but fortunately he still had some concentration, or he was going to stage a "tragic picture" of the crushing man in front of this old monk.

"Isn't it true that a monk is a monk who wants to be pure and have few desires and eat a well-educated life? Shaoyi stabilized his hands and feet, and Yan Yan became a stunned young man, and said unscrupulously.

"Okay, you doll, and you taught Lao Tzu a lesson...... Besides, what do you kid know?" the old monk looked disdainful, and his hands were drawn like rattles in front of him.

The old monk turned around sharply, his hands were pulled up and down in front of his chest, like a hairy monkey, he seemed to think of something, and he was standing in front of the upside-down Shaoyi as if he was squatting, scratching his ears and saying:

"Uh-I said, doll, can there be four more of these drumsticks tomorrow night? ”

Hearing it one by one, the whole person was not good, and the feet against the vat were a little lighter, and the vat jumped up in the air...... Wrap your legs around and firmly hold on to the huge water tank.

The empty left hand was already on the ground at some point, and the vat stuck between his legs fell to his belly, and his body rolled halfway, and the vat was firmly held in his arms.

"Bang-"

The sound of the vat landing on the ground was almost negligible, and he looked at the old monk with both hands in a frustration before he said:

"I said old-timers, they're all this age, and they're still like this?"

"Grinding and chirping, like a big girl, be happy!" The old monk was not ashamed, but fell into flames.

After a glimpse of the gourd of the newly brewed pear blossom wine that Gugu had given him, lying flat on the ground at him, he understood why the old monk was so different from the past.

He was thinking about the seemingly well-made old monk in front of him, who ate meat and drank wine, and what were the unknown and dizzying deeds of the old monk.

"Hiccup—"

The old monk hiccuped and laughed: "You kid, your heart is twisting and turning again, hehe-you can't hide it from me." ”

"Senior, to be honest, you cultivators, Zen practitioners, and ascetics all say that the human body is hard to find, and you should cherish this physical body, practice hard, and recite the ...... Buddha" Shao Yiyan suddenly turned his head and asked puzzled.

"It's really boring—" The old monk sat on the ground and said loudly in a long voice, "You are so young, and you also talk such tasteless bullshit...... It's been a lot of fun with the old monk these days, it's not fun, it's not fun, it's not fun at all......"

Hearing his words, Shao Yi looked confused, so he had to whisper to himself: "Maybe this old-timer is not good at drinking, so this pot will be 'prototype dew'." ”

"Come on, I'll have some fun with you. The old monk lay on his side on the ground, bent his right arm to support Lao Dao, and said with interest.

The old monk suddenly became playful.

One less book wanted to ask again, but he took it back, "I think it's boring 'stuff' such as standing piles, top cylinders, and lifting brooms these days, since he said so, he wants to see what is fun." ”

At that moment, Shaoyi followed the old monk's wish, sat cross-legged on the ground, and waited for the old monk to speak, but the old monk's brows were locked again, and he got up and squatted on the edge of the water tank as if he was a little impatient and said:

"Oh yes, you don't know how to play, stupid as a donkey...... So serious, huh, get up and ......."

......

The moon shadow is sparse, two figures of different sizes are tied around the big water tank with ropes, twisting and twisting like silkworms, and a small turtle on the stone steps not far away looks at the young one and the old monk lazily, as if he already knows the result of winning or losing.

In the dead of night, in front of the most secluded dormitory in the temple, the two "insects" refused to admit defeat, and struggled to twist their bodies, allowing themselves to quickly circle the vat...... The result can be imagined, Shaoyi is far ahead of the old monk by a circle, takes the lead in circumambulating the big vat four times, and twists his body towards the little turtle.

However, when he reached the stone steps, the old monk was smiling at him with a little turtle in his hand......

It turned out that when Shaoyi honestly moved forward by twisting his body, the old monk broke free from the rope of his hands and feet at the last moment and flew down on the stone steps.

He looked at the old monk who held the little turtle high in his hand on the stone steps, and said angrily, and said unconvinced:

"What is this?"

"It's called 'no road'...... Those ropes, dogma tied hands and feet, you can only be a small worm...... So, don't tell me not to eat wine, not to eat meat, not to eat this, not to that...... Freedom is what the old monk wants all his life......"

The old monk said and threw the little turtle in his hand behind him, and watched the little turtle disappear into the night sky with a small star, and after half a sound, he only heard a "poof-" sound, and fell into the lotus pond behind the low house.

His hanging heart fell to the ground as the little turtle fell into the lotus pond, only to find that the old monk had disappeared.

......

On a shining marble by the lotus pond, the old monk sat cross-legged on it, and the sun shone on his tattered clothes like a stone, silent, and his heart was as calm as water.

The evening breeze blows gently, and the delicate lotus leaves sway comfortably with the wind, fanning up bursts of fragrance, which makes people intoxicated and unable to help themselves.

Shaoyi looked at the full moon in the sky, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"That's right, don't force it, you must know that the avenue is natural. The so-called 'can only be taken in the straight, don't ask for the song'......"

Shaoyi immediately understood that when he was separated, he was already far away from the true meaning, and everything was natural and conforming...... How to measure it?

"You don't have to come again in the future, you already know, go!" the old monk opened his eyes and looked at Shaoyi and waved his hand.

"The old-timers have been teaching for many days, and they don't know what the seniors are called, so how can they easily leave. The disciples still have a lot of problems to ask their seniors to solve one by one...... "Shaoyi suddenly became emotional, and his face was reluctant to increase his eagerness.

However, the old monk never said a word again.

Since then, I have been to the old monk of Jianfu Temple many times, but I have never been able to see the old monk again, and the new person has lived in the very low dormitory. No one in the entire temple has ever seen or heard of an old monk who is described in one less place.