Huainan Road, Yangzhou.

A water in the north of the city leads to Pingshan Hall, because of the great drought in Yangzhou in the old days, only this water has been bubbling all the time, helping the people nearby, so it is called Baobao Lake, which means to protect the life of the people here. Later, when the wind and rain were smooth in Guotai Min'an, there was a famous man in Qiantang Wang Wenxiu who had traveled to study here, lingered and forgot to return, and deeply felt that the prosperous scene here and the beautiful scenery everywhere were comparable to the West Lake of the West Lake in the hometown, and the sentence "is also a pot of gold, so it should be called the Slender West Lake" will raise the status of this place, attracting many talented traders and traders to come here or visit or settle down, and it is a great interest for a while.

There are 200 zhang long causeway in the south of the slender west lake, plant peaches and willows along the side of the lake, whenever the spring is in March, the spring flowers are colorful, the willows are graceful and dance, fly like smoke, and the willow color is set against a piece of purple and red, brilliant like cloud brocade.

There is a garden at the end of the causeway, Suzhou garden-style small building, covering the soil for the platform, gathering fist stone for the mountain, ring bucket water for the pool, pavilions and corridors, in this willow silk drizzle, the spring willow causeway of green poplars such as camellia is also really suitable for the scene.

The only thing that didn't happen was that there was a broken grass shed next to the garden.

The grass shed is extremely simple, a few logs support a stack of thatch, a piece of east and a piece of west, think about this long-time disrepair, don't say that the next heavy rain is estimated to have to leak on all sides, I am afraid that next month, this can be the spring breeze on the south bank of the green river can blow away half of it. There were a few oil-stained tables and chairs in the straw shed, which were no longer as dirty as they could be wiped clean with a rag.

But even in such an informal environment, and still about to rise three poles of the sun, there are no less than ten people crowded here, and those outside who are standing or squatting are obviously waiting in line.

The grass shed is next to the courtyard wall of the garden called Xu Yuan, and the white wall and gray tiles are freehand Hui style buildings are also dyed greasy and black, and the most squirting thing is that there is a hole in the wall that makes people hard and hard to dig open, not to mention the scenery, but also really worries about the owner of Xu Garden, it is said that the prince and the prince of Zhishi will not jump to scold his mother.

The men, women and children in Xu Yuan naturally don't scold their mothers, and on the bright side, outsiders look like "the Great Wall is still there, so what's the matter with his three feet" with his forehead running and supporting the boat, to put it bluntly, he still can't afford to provoke this proprietress who builds a shed in the garden and digs a wall and a stove.

After all, it's a first-come, first-served basis, isn't it?

When the Xu family was in this courtyard, people didn't know how to work here for a few years, could it be that the Xu family, who was a scholarly family, said that benevolence, righteousness and morality could still drive away people unreasonably behind their backs?

Secondly, today, the saint has personally painted it to others, and no matter how bold the Xu family is, they dare not resist it. Even if this charming widow, who is famous in Yangzhou, monopolizes the place in the courtyard that can attract Huang Li's fingers to make a stove on the day of the spring flowers, the Xu family does not dare to speak.

The proprietress who doesn't like to dress up by nature is gorgeous even if she doesn't apply powder and yellow, so that the hair-growing monk who occupies a table and a bowl of egg fried rice and makes wine and food all day and night always jokes that the smoky and burning fat is much more delicate than the gouache.

The proprietress was dressed in a loose green shirt, wearing a shirt, a floral apron tied around her waist, and a green silk casually buckled on her shoulders, leaning against the chiseled tattered courtyard wall and counting people's heads.

"I'll make ten servings in the morning, is there more?" The proprietress who didn't think to be able to do business in the eyes of outsiders shouted, twisted her intoxicating waist and walked into the courtyard.

A few diners in the last line in the straw shed still don't leave, ten servings in the morning, ten servings, I can't eat in the morning, but in the afternoon it is the front row.

"Shut it down! Get the old lady in and wash the rice! From the courtyard wall, there was a roar of the proprietress Hedong lion.

The diners, who had long been accustomed to the temper of the proprietress, disagreed, and turned their heads one by one to look at the hair-growing monk who ran over when he heard the sound on weekdays, but today he didn't move.

The monk who repaired his head and walked just looked at the spring willow causeway that is said to have 200 zhang outside the grass shed, at this time the willows on the shore also spit out buds, and the peach trees are also green, and they are swinging leisurely, and at the end of the blur, there is an old monk with a cane in a dark robe.

I didn't see anyone come in, and the proprietress urged the girl who was pulling the bellows to make a fire: "Girl, why are you going to see the monk, you are drunk again?" ”

The girl agreed, and came back after a few breaths, not only did she not take back the monk with the hair, but also brought back the sentence, "Mother, the monk said that he had a friend and asked you to make eleven copies." ”

The proprietress who usually has a hot temper and scolds people if she is a little careless glare, stared at her apricot eyes, and walked out in a few steps, but she came back after a few breaths, touched the kitchen knife and cut the basket of cucumbers, and didn't speak, but her hands tightened again.

The diners who originally wanted to watch the excitement did not see the expected thunderous jump of the proprietress but saw the hair-growing monk who could sit there for a day without anything to do get up, straightened the yellow robe that still looked shabby even though it was washed every day, and buttoned the unkempt hair with the monk's hat that had not been worn all year round in their eyes, put the wine gourd on the table, which was more than half a person high, under the table, and walked out of the grass hut.

"Amitabha, but Master Daoji?" The haired monk stood still, folded his hands and bowed in worship.

The old monk with a cane, his face was like withered bark, his eyebrows were like flying arrows, and he was slanted back, but there was uncontrollable kindness in his eyes. ”

"Master Daoji has traveled thousands of miles here, but what are your commands?" The hair-growing monk has changed his sloppy and sloppy appearance in the past, and he is quite polite.

"Rice in a bowl."

The old monk who traveled thousands of miles with a cane said something that was a little untouchable, and the monk with hair seemed to want this answer, and stretched out his hand sideways to let the old monk into the grass shed.

The old monk sat down, causing those diners to look at each other, and sighed that the territory occupied by this proprietress was really a feng shui treasure that could attract monks to patronize.

The proprietress has already made a bowl of egg fried rice with bright and colorful colors on the table, and the sentence "master slow use" is also polite and courteous.

The old monk hurriedly got up and folded his hands in return the salute, and waited until the proprietress turned into the courtyard wall before sitting down again.

The long-haired monk who had never sat upright sat at this time, and said: "Master Daoji is here, the egg fried rice is delicious and the most delicious is overnight rancid rice, this bowl of rice is not rancid, I don't know, but it is definitely overnight." ”

The bearded monk was talking serious nonsense, which should have been the truth, and it felt a little out of tune when it came out of his mouth.

This old monk, who has been practicing for a hundred years, is now the most famous old monk in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he nodded again and again, but shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's a pity that I can't eat it." ”

"When I have time, I will go to the Xi'an Sage Temple to be Master Yu Daoji."

"There's no time."

The two of you talk to me as if they are chatting about family life, but the last sentence that the old monk said was bland, and the monk with hair was not bland.

"The poor monk came here to ask for freedom, and the Zen master continued the national Zuo for my Great Zhou." The old monk threw out a sentence that was enough to blow up a thousand waves.

The hair-growing monk's expression remained unchanged, which seemed to be expected to be tranquil.

"Two Jiazi ago, the poor monk shaved his hair and practiced, the abbot in the temple passed on the sixteen-character proverb of the poor monk, when the king is prosperous, when he meets the fan, when he turns over, when he meets the night, when he meets Zen, he is full. More than 100 years ago, the poor monk met Wang Tianwen, the founding emperor of the current dynasty, and came under his command by fate, but he really didn't think that he could help him dominate the world in the unpredictable national war with just a stream of blood, and became this so-called holy teacher. This can also be regarded as the prosperity of the king, and the merits and blessings accumulated by the poor monks in the previous generations are prosperous. It's just that at the beginning of the founding of the dynasty, my Buddha was squeezed out, and even if there was a black-clothed prime minister who was born as a monk, it was difficult to determine the overall situation, so that the native Taoism and Confucianism were suppressed all the way. ”

The old monk seemed to be telling the story of his youth, but this tone without inhibition and frustration really did not attract the audience, but the only listener listened to it with relish, at this time the old monk paused slightly, and then said: "Master Daoji also knows the mystery of the year, the master showed people with the Buddha, and everyone in the world takes the master as the Buddha." The master strategized for Emperor Tianwen to dominate the world, tens of thousands of people were displaced and homeless, hundreds of thousands of young and strong laborers spilled their blood on the battlefield and died in other places, although the master had never stained his clothes with blood, but he also participated single-handedly, how could the heavens ignore it? It really ruined my Buddha's merit of compassion for a hundred lifetimes. ”

"What the Zen Master taught was that the poor monk only thought of my Buddha and said that I would not go to hell, and whoever went to hell would sacrifice himself to feed eagles, and only thought of saving these millions of Li people from the dire situation, and using his own strength to quell the disaster as soon as possible and stop the war. Killing to stop killing but let my Buddha innocently implicate, Amitabha, good, good. ”

The bearded monk took the egg fried rice that was originally placed between the two of them, stopped talking, lowered his head and began to pick up the rice in his mouth.

"Later, in order to offset the sinful karma, the poor monk walked for seven years, nine steps, one knock, eighty-one steps, and one worship, and traveled thousands of miles to the west in the hands of the monks of the Western Regions to obtain 9981 Mahayana Buddhism, and expounded the teachings of my Buddhism in the Central Plains of the Great Zhou, just to let the world know the compassion of my Buddha and fulfill the good fate of my Buddha, just to move the heavens and people with the meager strength of the poor monk. This move should be reversed, turning over the ten years of poor monks. ”

"In the future, I don't know if heaven and man have mercy or if I am a Buddha who gives alms, and the poor monk steals his life like this. It's just that I don't know what the last two proverbs of the abbot in the temple called until more than 40 years ago, when the night prince entered the world, and the poor monk did not understand one or two. It's just that in a trance later, I almost took the righteous girl who was born with relics that the boy that night was ordained. It is also this trance that let the little monk of the White Horse Temple who loves to play sharp accept it, and it is not in vain that my Buddha is good. Then when Najiazi came to the world, the poor monk realized this Buddha appearance, but he didn't bring the skin with him. I accepted the closed disciple again, and accepted my only female monk in Da Zhou. Zen Master Freedom, do you say that this is closed at night? ”

Thinking that it was also a little boring for a person to talk to himself, the old monk asked the hair-growing monk opposite for the first time.

The long-haired monk who seemed to be disrespectful did not raise his head, and said vaguely: "The poor monk is eating." ”

"Can the poor monk ask a Zen?"

"Can you finish eating?"

"A bowl of rice?"

The long-haired monk put the last mouthful of yellow and clear egg fried rice into his mouth, touched the wine gourd, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, "Finish eating." ”

"Can the poor monk ask a Zen?" This time, it was replaced by a hair-growing monk who had eaten a bowl of rice to ask.

The old monk smiled and groaned, but did not speak.

"I have a meditation that doesn't ask about the Buddha's compassion, I don't ask about the karma of the rakshasas, I don't ask about the majesty of the bodhisattvas, I don't ask about the fear of the yakshas. I have a meditation, no matter if Vajra has angry eyes, no matter if Shura has lowered his eyebrows, no matter if a bhikshu has been angry, no matter if a novice has ever spoken. I have a Zen, I don't practice the three beings, I don't practice the six roots, I don't practice Bodhi, I don't practice cause and effect. Dare to ask Master Ji, what kind of Zen does the poor monk participate in? ”

"In ancient times, there were 3,600 people who scolded Shakya Sifan and scolded the world-honored people for returning to the world."

The hair-growing monk looked down and saw a grain of rice on the table next to the bowl, "Rice is rice, rice is rice, the poor monk is the little monk, and the little monk is called the poor monk." ”

The hair-growing monk pinched the rice grains and put them in his mouth.

The old monk got up and said, "Amitabha."

"The poor monks have been preaching for decades, and I don't know if they have not offset their criminal karma, nor have they tried to offset the criminal karma of the poor monks, but they only hope to prove our Buddha with the Great Perfection. If a relic can be produced, the poor monk is willing to exchange the relics for my Buddha for another 500 years. ”

"Xie Zizai Zen Master is complete."

"A flower is a world, a grass is a Sumeru, a leaf is as come, a branch is a bliss, a life is a pure land, a moment is a dust."

The old monk went west with a cane, and the bluestone slab was crisp and pleasant.

The monk stretched his waist freely.

"That's... And wait for the little monk to stretch his feet. ”