"The master's Buddha spirit is pure, and he is not even under the auspices of Gulong Temple, could it be that he is a monk of Chaoyin Temple or Zhenjiang Temple?" Zhang Yi took out a jar of wine again, and expressed his curiosity by the way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are very few temples in the Great Zhou, and the three temples in the ancient town of Huanglongxi are quite famous.

The bald man shook his head and said, "The poor monk Mo Cangfeng, the foot monk of the Great Qin Mida Temple, has nothing to do with the Gulong Three Temples. Soon after that, I came to Nandu, but this place was too luxurious for a poor monk like me. ”

"It turned out to be a great Qin monk. Zhang Yi realized that although this person's cultivation was not as good as that of the old monk in Gulong Temple, the Buddha nature exuded by his body was more pure, close to the rumored body of King Kong.

The Buddha nature is condensed and formed, standing on the ground King Kong, strong and abnormal.

Mo Cangfeng wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth casually, and said: "The poor monk can't be called a high monk, just a Buddhist outcast who likes wine and meat. ”

"The master is too modest. Most of the Buddhist disciples follow the precepts to cultivate their self-cultivation, and the morning bell and dusk drum are commendable, so it is just to cultivate the Buddha nature in the body and shape their own mind, but I think that the Buddha nature of the master is mellow, and I must skip the steps that most Buddhist disciples have to go through, and go straight to the true nature of the Buddha. ”

Zhang Yi talked eloquently, he had met the host master of Gulong Temple a few days ago, and he was quite interested in Buddhist practice.

And he could see that the Buddha nature in Mo Cangfeng's body actually contained infinite murderous aura at the same time, I am afraid that he is still a murderous person, and the two breaths can be entwined together, which is really a special case among Buddhist practitioners.

Mo Cangfeng smacked his lips, lowered his head and smelled the lingering fragrance of the wine jar, and drank Zhang Yi's two jars of wine in a row, he was embarrassed to ask for it again, and leaned on the cabin to chat with Zhang Yi.

"I didn't expect Brother Tai to have an understanding of Buddhism. These simple truths are not something that the bald donkeys in the temple can understand. Take the host of Chaoyin Temple, I just wanted to make some chicken, duck, fish and wine with them, and they actually scolded me and kicked me out. ”

"Brother Tai, you would never have imagined that the poor monks sneaked into their disciples' chambers and found that many people were hiding meat and wine, and even a few disciples had unsightly pictures of the Spring Palace hidden at the head of their beds. ”

Mo Cangfeng grinned: "Before dinner that day, I mixed the wine into the soup and mixed the meat into the vegetarian food, and they ate it with relish, which was no different from usual. Thinking of these people who are dressed in the skin of Buddhist disciples, but who don't have the slightest heart of Buddhist disciples, I don't want to stay for a moment. ”

Zhang Yi chuckled and said, "Great Zhou and Dachu are not like Great Qin after all, and the master doesn't need to mind." By the way, the master actually chose to walk the world, I don't know where to go next, if I don't have any money on me, I can give some gifts. ”

"From where you come from, where you go, the poor monks have no fixed place to live, and they come as they please. As for the money, it is exempt, the poor monk is a monk, he likes wine and meat, and he has already broken the vows, if he is contaminated with money and beauty again, then he is really hopeless, and he will definitely be beaten into the infernal hell in the future. Mo Cangfeng waved his hand slightly and thanked Zhang Yi.

As soon as noon arrived, the boatman prepared lunch. Zhang Yi paid him double the fare, he naturally had no opinion on Mo Cangfeng, his face was full of smiles, and the two of them were invited to dine.

The ingredients for this lunch are somewhat similar to the "boiled live fish in river water" that Zhang Yi once used.

An iron pot is placed on top of the stove made of yellow clay, and the condiments are placed in it, and it will be boiling hot in a short time. In addition to the sliced fish, bean curd and various vegetables are added to the iron pot.

This kind of bean curd is called Fushun bean curd, which is produced in Fushun, a small city not far from the south. The bean curd is soft but not old, tender but not loose, white as snow, fragrant and long, the cellar water clears heat and detoxifies, sobers up and relieves greasy, and sweetens and quenches thirst. If you pair it with a unique dipping water, even if you use rice directly, it has an excellent taste.

Put this kind of bean curd into the pot and cook it with the fish, and the taste is different from "boiled live fish in river water", and even Zhang Yi has a little appetite.

Mo Cangfeng was even more uncontrollable, the Buddha Qi in his hand moved slightly, injected into the yellow clay furnace, the flame was stimulated by the Buddha Qi, and it suddenly became even hotter, and the things inside were quickly cooked.

The two stopped talking and began to enjoy their meal intently.

Mo Cangfeng is worthy of being a maverick Buddhist disciple, Zhang Yifang just killed two pieces of fish, one bean curd and three vegetarian dishes, and the fish in the entire iron pot was gone, leaving only bean curd and vegetarian vegetables churning in it.

Zhang Yi raised his head, shocked and abnormal, such a hot oil juice, even if it is a profound practitioner of Buddhism, it will not taste good to swallow it in his stomach.

Mo Cangfeng was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'll ask the boatman to bring in a few more fish, and we'll have a good time today." Zhang Yi waved his hand slightly, the people regard food as the sky, and the love of food is a common disease of the human race.

Mo Cangfeng hurriedly stopped him and said softly: "Don't call him, the poor monk has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and the best thing is to eat without spending money." This autumn water is rolling eastward, and the most important thing is the fish and shrimp in the river, just wait for me to catch a few. ”

After that, he waved his hand and grabbed a few big fish from the river, skillfully slaughtered them, took care of them, and put them into an iron pot to cook, his eyes were expectant, and the chopsticks in his hands shook slightly, and he was really looking forward to this delicacy.

Zhang Yi grinned, Mo Cangfeng was really an interesting monk, sometimes calling himself a "poor monk", and sometimes calling himself "I", but his style of action was not limited to things at all.

While he was thinking, Mo Cangfeng once again solved the whole big fish.

Zhang Yi's smile instantly turned into a wry smile, if he thought about it again, I am afraid that he would not be able to satisfy his appetite today. He clenched his chopsticks as if he were holding a wolf pen in Wenbaolong, and he was about to fight a fierce battle.

When the fishing boat arrived in Lizhou City, Zhang Yi paid double the fare to the boatman, which made him happy. Zhang Yi's fare was already high, and he paid twice as much this time, which was more than what he earned on his usual three trips.

"Brother Mo, I have something to do in Lizhou City, so I have to say goodbye to you. By the way, the tofu and cold noodles in Lizhou City are a must, if you are interested......" Zhang Yi said halfway, and hurriedly stopped, he had only been with Mo Cangfeng for two days, how could he have become a foodie.

"Brother Zhang, I don't know what you want to do, if you need help, I can help you to repay your hospitality for the past few days. ”

Mo Cangfeng grinned wildly, the more he looked at Zhang Yi, the more pleasing he became, it was not that this person was extremely generous to him, and he exuded the air of a gentleman. It's that this person's love for food is not below him.

Zhang Yi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "That's not necessary, this trip is very dangerous, I'll just go by myself." There is not much money here, Brother Mo should not be disgusted. ”

He handed Mo Cangfeng a money bag and immediately rushed towards the Jianmen Mountain Range.

Mo Cangfeng looked at Zhang Yi's back thoughtfully.

......

Zhang Yi quickly rushed to Dajian Mountain and saw Lijuling standing behind Dajian Mountain. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and after a pleasant greeting, they joined forces to climb the mountain, crossed the Yongdao, and stepped into the ancestral land of the Lishi clan again.

(To be continued.) )