Matthew Yuanjiao's recitation of the Buddhist mantra of the monk is naturally not the so-called Buddha's dream, but the familiar reading method that was listened to in front of the Buddha a hundred generations ago. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The transmission of this Dharma goes from near to far. In the middle of the torch, in this small world, there are naturally some changes, which is a little different from the original Buddha's teachings. Therefore, when the monk adopted Ma Xiuyuan's reading method for the second time, the Buddha immediately increased significantly.

When he arrived at the mountain gate, the monk put Matthew Yuan down. When I saw that there were soldiers in front of the temple, my eyes couldn't help but light up, and it seemed that the patronage of King Guangling had arrived.

Seeing the bearded general in front of the mountain gate, Ma Xiuyuan's eyes also lit up, and he hurriedly ran over and shouted loudly: "Bearded, the wind is tight, pull it!"

This bearded man was his father's right-hand man. I heard that they used to be bandits, so their mouths were full of black words. However, he is very affectionate to Ma Xiuyuan, unlike other generals, who have a straight face when they see Ma Xiuyuan, as if they have seen their father.

As soon as he heard Ma Xiuyuan's voice, the fat general who looked like a hill immediately squatted down and beckoned to the back, "I can't learn Lao Xiao's foul language, otherwise the prince will say that I will bring you badly." ”

Matthew jumped on the fat general's back and looked around, "Is Daddy here?"

"The prince was busy with military affairs and couldn't come to see the prince, but Fujin came and waited in the Buddha hall. Yo, let Lao Xiao see that the son of the world is really not like someone else's rumor, and he has become a monk. ”

The bearded man turned his head and saw Ma Xiuyuan, who was still wearing brocade clothes and his hair was scattered, and smiled, "Fortunately, this hair is still there, if anyone dares to say in front of Lao Xiao that the son of the world is a monk, Lao Xiao will definitely have a big mouth." ”

Matthew Yuan jumped off Xiao Hu's back, "I won't talk to you." I'm really practicing Buddhism, you see. His eyebrows gathered, and a bright light flashed.

"Huh?" Old Xiao was really stunned by this.

"This ...... You've only been cultivating Buddha for a few days, and you'll be able to gather the Buddha's light?"

Ma Xiuyuan chuckled, and patted the tendon meat that was thicker than his waist with some envy, "Master said that I was born to cultivate Buddha." By the way, do me a favor. ”

Xiao Huzi leaned over and said, "You said that you said, kill people and set fires or dig up people's ancestral graves?"

"Phew. You still haven't learned how to be good under your father. If it weren't for the complaints all day long, you would have become a hussar general for your military exploits, and you would have been a little lieutenant in the personal guard battalion?"

Xiao Huzi smiled innocently and said, "My old Xiao is not the general's material." Besides, I'm not joking with Shizi. Murder and arson, can I really mess around?"

Matthew Yuan leaned into Xiao Huzi's ear and whispered, "There is an ancient wave demon general in the Hui domain who has been rampant in the countryside recently, have you heard of it?"

"Haven't you heard of that? The prince has already asked the senior monks of the Great Xiangguo Temple to set out to kill this demon. I heard that a few months ago, a Buddhist temple in Daxiangguo Temple fought with this demon, but this demon is very cunning and very difficult to deal with. But it seems to have disappeared recently. ”

Matthew pointed to the faint stone pavilion on the mountain and said, "Do you see that stone pavilion?"

"Well, I see. ”

"The Gubo Demon General is there. Ma Xiuyuan suddenly felt that the tendons and flesh on Lao Xiao's body were tense, and he quickly patted Lao Xiao's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I was removed by my master." You take someone over and bring the devil's body back to Guangling. ”

Lao Xiao smiled like a flower and grinned, "It's still the son of the world who thinks about us, and he remembers us for any military exploits." We have received this love. ”

Matthew Yuan tugged at Lao Xiao's beard with his small hand, "you." Listen, parade the corpse of this demon through the streets, so that everyone will know that this is the work of the monks of Dingzen Temple. ”

Xiao Huzi was not surprised at all, or rather, he had long been accustomed to Ma Xiuyuan, the eccentric and well-loved son of the prince, "Cheng." ”

Ma Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes, pulled his black beard, and said with a smile: "It's still the best old Uncle Xiao!" He beckoned to the monk and said, "Master, let's go back to the temple." ”

The monk saluted Xiao Hu and said, "I've seen Lord Xiao." ”

Xiao Huzi also pretended to return the salute and said: "If the soldiers don't go to the Zen Temple, this is the rule set by the prince, and I ask the master to understand." ”

"Amitabha, King Guangling is sincere and kind, this is the respect for Buddhism, how can a poor monk not be interested. Excuse me. ”

Xiao Huzi smiled and said, "The incense money for the Zen Temple has been transported to the temple by a servant, and the master has been asked to count it." ”

"The king of Guangling is kind and charitable, sincerely worships the Buddha, and the incense money is more or less floating clouds, so there is no need for the poor monks to count them. Having said that, the footsteps of the monk had already staggered towards the temple.

Xiao Huzi saw the real monk and touched Ma Xiuyuan's head, "It's also a real master." Xiuyuan, can you make a difference with such a master?"

"Hee-hee. Cultivating the Buddha is also cultivating the mind, Uncle Xiao, how much do you think others can help with the matter of cultivating the mind? Master, although he is realistic, it is also for the sake of the temple. ”

The bearded man smiled: "Heh, I haven't seen you for a few days, this mouth can really say a lot." Your old Uncle Xiao is a rough man and doesn't understand this. Let's go in, Fu Jin is probably in a hurry in the Buddha Hall. ”

Matthew Yuan nodded, followed him, and then ran down again, breathing a little short, "How much silver did Daddy send up the mountain?"

"It is estimated that there are two thousand taels of silver, of which one thousand taels are for the repair of the Buddha hall, don't let you get drenched in the rain. and a thousand taels for you to heal and eat, lest you starve. ”

Ma Xiuyuan's eyes narrowed with a big smile, and said, "Old Uncle Xiao, there is something I suddenly remember to ask you." ”

"We're polite. ”

Matthew whispered in Old Xiao's ear.

Lao Xiao's face was strange, "Huh, isn't this taking off your pants and farting?" ”

"Don't ask, when the time comes, let Daddy not go to Daxiangguo Temple, just go there. Xiuyuan hasn't seen his father for a long time. ”

Lao Xiao nodded and said, "It's up to you." I'll carry it back first, if the prince doesn't come, Lao Xiao and I won't have a problem, and then ......"

Ma Xiuyuan smiled: "Daddy will definitely come." Xiuyuan is already a monk. ”

"You, only you can make the prince worry so much. Alright, let's get inside. ”

Matthew trotted all the way, "Mother, the child is back." ”

Seeing that in front of the Buddha Hall, while saying that the prince had broken the bill, while pretending to be calm to check the head master who sent the silver, Ma Xiuyuan asked, "Master, where is my mother?"

"Oh, Fujin is in the house where you live, Xiuyuan, oh, no, Hengshi, you will be an official Buddhist disciple of Dingchan Temple in the future!" Seeing the silver, it seemed that the internal injuries suffered on the mountain had healed instantly, and the monk said excitedly.

Matthew said from afar: "By the way, you guys, move all this silver back." ”

The monk had just recovered, and when he saw Yinzi's comfortable mood, he suddenly fell to the bottom again, and there was a feeling of blood dripping from his heart, "Xiuyuan, you ...... What is this for?"

Matthew Yuan grinned and said, "I won't accept gifts for the holidays this year." The master won't ask for this incense money that was secretly sent, will he? We who cultivate Buddhism have a pure heart and few desires, so how can we be obsessed with money? So I have just told Xiao Xiaowei, this silver, we don't want Dingzen Temple. ”

The face of the monk was even more ugly than when he met the Gubo Demon General, and he sat on the futon tremblingly, "Don't ...... it"

"Master?"

"It's okay to be a teacher. I want to be quiet for the teacher. ”

"Master, why are you crying?"

"Xiuyuan is too sensible, and he is moved by the teacher. With tears streaming down his face, the monk bowed to the Buddha and buried his head deep in the futon.