After the song ended, there was applause around. Someone sat there, admiring, holding up a wine glass and signaling from afar.

The middle-aged man who had just shouted loudly in the private room that Wuxu "don't have to worry about wine money" shook off his wide gold-rimmed brocade robe and asked the lady beside him, "Ruolan, you are proficient in color and eye, I don't know what this monk is singing?" The lady retracted her posture of listening, sat there, thought about it, and shook her head slightly, "There are also many kinds of people with color eyes, and Ruolan doesn't know everything." Moreover, the sound of this monk seems to be a bit similar to Jiangnan Wu dialect?"

"Jiangnan Wu language? This is unusual, a monk with colored eyes can actually sing the Nanban minor tune. Interesting, interesting. The middle-aged man, patting his thighs, was wondering, but suddenly saw the little girl on the other side grimacing at him, and the lady next to him also frowned slightly, hurriedly waved his hand and smiled, "It's wrong, it's wrong, it's Jiangnan Minor." ”

The sight of Wu Xuan here disturbed the tourists, so he bowed slightly and walked slowly to the cabin.

Suddenly, a painting boat with a height of more than 5 meters and 30 meters slid over, and at the two ends of the ship and in the middle, there were two rows of lanterns the size of wine tanks, and at the bottom of the middle of the hull was a pair of hollow loose seats, and dozens of musicians and boatmen sat in a staggered manner. In the middle of the loose table, a wooden ladder is obliquely connected to the attic above, and from time to time there are credibly dressed maidservants, carrying wine and food, up and down.

Everyone on the boat, after seeing the painting boat slide to the edge of the boat, they heard a "squeak", a white and tender arm, on the attic of the painting boat, opened a small window, a handsome bald head, leaned out half of his body, looked at Wuxu's back, and smiled, "Hehe, Qu'er is good." I don't know which one of the same people is lingering here?"

Wuxu stopped, turned around, looked at the lama opposite with a jade ring on his right ear, ivory beads on his left hand, and a wide purple lama robe, and clasped his palms together and said, "I don't know the master, how can you think that it is a little monk singing?"

The bewitching young lama, laughing, suddenly stood on the bow of the boat like a ghost, looked at Wuxu who was wearing the clothes of the South Temple and the leather shoes of the lama, and then turned around with a smile, and waved the purple monk's robe with seven * sides on his body, and behaved like a small bunting in the 2014 Spring Festival Gala AD.

"It turns out that there are also people in the same family who are like me Luo Huan, who are unruly. ”

At this time, the rest of the boat and the others held their breath, and even the private room inside stopped the sound.

Wu Xu, looking at this bewitching lama, looking at this dress, this demeanor, it seems that he is a real monk in Lamaism who plays with the world and despises etiquette. It's not that the middle school teachers of later generations can't get used to seeing students dyed with green hair, it's really this kind of real-life level old naughty boy with a weird temperament, he may not be able to fight, and he doesn't want to go crazy. With it in his eyes and thoughts in his heart, he immediately clasped his palms together and said, "This master, you have found the wrong person. "Then he pulled his legs and left.

The lama who called himself Luo Huan, when he saw that Wuxu wanted to slip away, suddenly dodged again, blocking in front of Wuxu, squinting his drunken eyes and flashing his tongue, "Okay, I'm also your uncle." Who is your teacher, who is so devoid of the etiquette of the Heavenly Monarch and the Prince?"

Wuxu smiled bitterly, where is this, the five words of Heaven and Earth Monarch actually spit out from the mouth of a lama with bells and whistles. Looking at this drunken and crazy lama with a bewitching demeanor, standing in front of him with his waist crossed, Wuxu had no choice but to reply, "Xiaosheng still has no teacher, but he just happened to learn some Buddhism." ”

Lama Na Luo Huan glared, "There is no master, there is no master, you will use this teaching* to roar the fifth layer of the mind, from the heavy to the fine, a trace of spiritual power into qi, in the chest chakra and the throat chakra, rising and circling, endlessly, in one go, endlessly, singing that Jiangnan minor tune endlessly?"

Wuxu was stunned for a moment, it turned out that he was nostalgic tonight, and on a whim, with the * roaring heart method learned from Na Duoji, he used spiritual power to dissolve the stuffiness in his chest, and slowly sang it. I don't want to provoke this Luo Huan's attention because of this.

Wuxu thought for a while, and replied respectfully with his palms together, "I see, this mental method is the little monk Meng Tianyuan Yansheng Temple's Dorjee Master's insight, and he pointed out one or two. Thinking in his heart, he raised the name of Dorjee and tried to block it.

Who knows, when this Luo Huan heard the name of Duoji, his eyes immediately lit up at Wuxu, and he asked in a loud voice, "One or two points of advice? This * roar is not allowed to be taught by the disciples of this sect, not to mention the fifth-level mental method." The old guy of Duoji has been nesting in Tianyuan Yansheng Temple for decades, almost not out of the gate, and not stepping out of the second gate, like a little daughter-in-law. And when will you get the advice?"

On the same day, at the Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, Phags-pa bluntly said that Wuxu could follow Dorjee and Zhuoda to practice Buddhism, and that Dorjee, who was good at oral secrets, would roar at all levels of the realm and evolve one by one before Wuxu, in fact, there was a faint meaning of passing on the Dharma on behalf of the teacher. It wasn't until later that I gradually understood. Of course, these are not enough for outsiders.

Wu Xuan saw this Luo Huan, although there was no malice, but the words were too rude, and he didn't like it in his heart. He stood there and said coldly, "Master Dorjee, how can you and me, the Hongchen monks, think about it?"

Na Luo Huan Lama, when he saw Wuxu say this, he didn't get angry, he just put his palms together and did something, "It's good to practice in the public gate, and Sumeru is hidden in the rouge pile."

The whole person, with these two verses, became solemn, standing opposite the bow of the boat, but a bit of a monk pointed out the maze. It's a pity that the voice dissipated, and the pure Buddha's breath also disappeared, and it turned back to the previous drunken and crazy obscene appearance.

It is good to practice in the public gate, and Sumeru is hidden in the rouge pile. Wuxu savored Luo Huan's two sentences, nodded on his face, but was a little disappreciative in his heart: This is the truth, but this Luo Huan Lama, not saying that Sumeru is hidden in the red dust pile, but that Sumeru is hidden in the rouge pile, it seems that he is a lama who likes to participate in Zen.

Who is Luo Huan, he immediately saw the disapproval in Wuxu's heart, and waved his sleeves to the painting boat, and two women with bewitching bodies and foxy faces floated diagonally from the window, standing on Luo Huan's left and right, with affectionate eyebrows.

Luo Huan flipped his palm, took out a pot of fine wine and four mutton fat jade cups from the Sumeru ring, instructed the old shopkeeper to set up the tables and chairs, motioned for the two Feng* sons to sit down with him, and then sat there solemnly, and said to Wuxu, "The poor monk doesn't like to be vulgar, and it is rare to meet the disciple of Senior Brother Duoji tonight, and he will talk about wine at the bow of the boat." ”

Seeing that Luo Huan was so good-looking, Wuxu said so with the name of Dorjee, thinking that it would be difficult to do this tonight, and he didn't want to fall into the name of Dorjee, so he sat opposite Luo Huan with a golden knife, between the two fragrant women.

Luo Huan, after Wuxu sat down, and slowly repeated the two verses he had just said, he waved his right hand slightly and made a gesture of please.

Then I saw a wine fountain spewing out of the wine pot on the table, and when it reached the air, it was divided into four again, and it fell into the jade cup in front of the four people without any difference until it was full.

Wuxu is still using the * roaring heart method, turning a trace of spiritual power into aura, gradually rising from the chest chakra, and then slowly roaring out of the throat chakra, exhaling as a sound, "Rouge is originally made of dust, wash away the white bone view of lead." "But it's a pink skull, and it's an impure view of white bones.

Wuxu said, slightly tucked his abdomen, changed his exhalation to inhalation, and the wine in the cup in front of him turned into a silver light and disappeared in his mouth.

Luo Huan laughed, inhaled the wine in front of him, reached out to hug the woman on the left, and then snuggled up to each other, kissed gently, and crossed the wine with his lips.

After a long period of lingering warmth, Luo Huan and the others sat up straight, facing Wuxu who was red-eared, and chanted, "The white bones are like jade, and the beauty is like wine and the lips are pursed," these two sentences have both the meaning of snuggling and the same thing, but what they said is that after looking at the blank bones, they must not be stubborn and empty, and they must be able to vacuum.

The other woman, obviously very familiar with such a scene, got up and refilled the wine glass in front of Luo Huan and Wuxu.

Wuxu thought quietly for a moment, and looked at the woman who had just poured wine for him, clasped his palms respectfully, and thanked, "I once whipped a famous horse because of drunkenness, for fear of being amorous and tired of beauties." This is the poem of Yu Dafu in later generations, which is borrowed by Wu Xu, saying that there is a vacuum, and it cannot be contaminated with cause and effect at will, and even tired and misleading oneself. Wu Xuan said this, but he lowered his head and frowned, and no longer drank the wine in front of him.

The woman saw Wuxu clasping her palms together and thanking her, and at first she smiled at Wuxu without saying a word, until she finished listening to Wuxu's two poems, but her face was displeased, and she brushed her sleeves sideways.

Luo Huan, seeing this, took the woman's hand and whispered in her ear, the woman turned her anger into joy, and said to Wuxu, "The face of the mutton fat jade cup is gradually red, and the tears of the Crescent Moon Cold Palace are long. But it was through the realization of the void that the bow of the boat sang in a low voice, "The crescent moon in the sky is like a hook. The people who miss are in tears" and other lyrics, reflecting Wuxu's flushed face at this moment, making fun of Wuxu turned out to be an amorous seed, but he was pretending to be here.

When Wuxu heard it, it was as if he had been caught by someone, and he secretly broke it in public, and his face was really pink. Na Luo Huan, pointing at Wuxu, laughed, "Don't eat the toast, do you want to eat the penalty wine?" The two women also hid their faces and laughed on the side.

Wu thought to himself, but he couldn't be frightened, as if he really had something, after thinking for a while, he reached out again and raised the mutton fat jade cup, and Luo Huan drank it all in one go. Then he patted the table gently, looked around, looked up at the night sky, and chanted, "The beauty of vanilla is detached, and the moon weeps and thinks about Fahua." ”

These two sentences are obscure, and those who have not had a similar experience of enlightenment and know the "Myoho-renge-kyo" cannot understand them. In Qu Yuan's "Lisao", he compares a beauty to a gentleman and uses vanilla to prove the comparison in his lyrics, and then he uses the "Myoho-renge-kyo" in the world to enter the world with the great cause of "compassion for all living beings and desire to teach the Dharma" to justify his moon and weeping.

Na Luo Huan, but he understood, clasped his palms slightly, and chanted loudly, "Once you enter the world, you must respond to the color, and you can live with joy." "It is true that since the World-Honored One has entered this earthly world with great karma, he should borrow color from color, touch the Dharma with color, sound, fragrance, and touch, and use the Dharma, and speak expediently for everyone to facilitate the Dharma, so that among all sentient beings, those who are lustful, those who are good at sound, those who like incense, those who smoke the smell, those who feel it, and those who seek the Dharma, can see, hear, and receive the Dharma and enjoy great joy that they have never had.

The woman who was just held in Luo Huan's arms and drank wine with her lips took a deep sip of the wine in the cup in front of Luo Huan at this moment, like a soft snake, wrapped around Luo Huan's body, tilted her head and stuck out her tongue, and the wine made a light red mist, with a faint body fragrance, floating towards Wuxu.

Wuxu put his palms together, did not dodge, did not be frightened, and said with a smile, "I deserve to be my daughter red, and the little monk Wuxu is not worried." Wuxu inherited Luo Huan's meaning, and in the face of this woman's very provocative wine, he greeted him with his palms, but jokingly called him the daughter of Jiangnan wine, and borrowed the famous sentence of "young ambition is not sorrowful" in later generations, saying that he has realized the void, and he is not afraid of being shocked or worried in the face of the world's stunning beauty.

That's right

The bright moon sends acacia for thousands of miles, and the beauty is close to spitting wine red.

As soon as you enter the world, you must respond to the color, and the little monk will not be worried.