After a night of running and a half-day journey, Li Moru and others finally came to Yangzhou, because Chen Yuanshan and others had to continue to go north, and then send things to Chuzhou, so Li Moru separated from them outside Yangzhou City.

It is the spring of March, and Li Moru's longing for Yangzhou is because of the sentence that Mr. Mo recited: 'The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and two points of scoundrels are Yangzhou.' So I've always wanted to see how beautiful the night in Yangzhou is.

After walking into Yangzhou City, he found an inn, he asked the guy to feed his horse, and then got a general understanding of the beautiful scenery and food of Yangzhou, and the guy also told Li Moru some fine wine by the way.

Since drinking that wine with Zhang Fugui, Li Moru has never touched wine, and the feeling of waking up drunk is too uncomfortable, and he woke up the next morning, dizzy and accompanied by a headache.

Since then, Li Moru has really stayed away from wine.

Li Moru's stomach was empty, so he said, "Little Er, why don't you come to the cooked beef pad first!"

The guy smiled and said, "Guest officer, aren't you joking? You don't know that you don't know how to eat beef, even killing cattle is also a violation of the laws of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Li Moru smiled embarrassedly: "Of course it's a joke, you can go faster, I'm really a little unbearable." ”

Xiao Er first served Li Moru a bowl of dust-free soup and a small cake, so that he could satisfy his hunger first, and the meal would come later.

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, the dish was served, and the store also gave him a pot of yellow orange wine for him to taste slowly.

Li Moru didn't pay attention when he ordered, and he was a little embarrassed when he served the food, he actually ordered so much, how could one person eat five dishes.

A plate of steamed sea bass, a plate of braised pork ribs, a basket of pork stuffed buns, half a roast duck and shrimp and fish belly soup.

However, Li Moru didn't think about it so much, after all, his amount of food was not small, don't look at him as thin, but because of his martial arts, he couldn't eat anything......

He sandwiched a piece of pork ribs, added a chopsticks of fish meat, took a roast duck leg, and the mouth of the food was full of oil, the man came over to pour him wine, and after pouring a full cup, Li Moru hurriedly said: "Man, I'm bothering you, but I don't eat wine." ”

The guy said: "Guest officer, look at your dress, you should be a person in the rivers and lakes, there is no one who does not eat and drink, and the guest officer does not dislike the small shop?"

The guy introduced Li Moru with great interest: "And this yellow orange wine is different from ordinary wine, it is made from fruits, the guest officer can rest assured, this small pot, even ordinary children will not get drunk, let alone you, the guest officer?"

Li Moru also heard of this kind of wine for the first time, and looking at the color of the wine, he was very curious, and he couldn't really eat a glass.

Just when Li Moru was about to pick up the wine glass, an old man covered in patches came at some point, although his hair was tied with a headband, it was loose and abnormal, but his face was neat, and his limbs were clean, and he didn't look like a beggar.

Li Moru was even more strange that he didn't see clearly when the old monk came, he thought that maybe the old monk was in a corner of this inn when he was eating, and then heard that he had been refusing to eat and drink, so he came.

Li Moru would think this way because of his next move.

I only heard him say: "Amitabha, since the donor doesn't eat it, I will do it for the old monk." ”

Saying that, the wine glass in Li Moru's hand had already reached his hand, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Good wine, good wine, but the glass is too small, guy, change the bowl." ”

The guy glanced at Li Moru, and Li Moru asked, "Are you a monk?"

The old man smiled: "Why, can't you see it? ”

Li Moru laughed, "Man, let's change the jar of wine for a big bowl, I want to see what this monk looks like when he is drunk." ”

Li Moru looked at the old man in front of him repeatedly, the old man looked about fifty or sixty years old, his hair was loose and informal, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a monk.

Li Moru asked again: "I said old man, you are really a monk? I have seen monks, they are all bald, and there are robes and bowls, the most important thing is that they quit drinking, you say these things, you take which one? You dare to say that you are a monk, you cheat to eat and drink, you even say that you are a monk, you are not afraid of people saying about you?"

The old man smiled and said: "In the words of the world, if there is a Buddha in the heart and no Buddha in the mouth, is it not a monk? Besides, who stipulates that a monk must shave his head?"

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks on the table and began to eat the meat, not at all.

"Shaving your head is just a formality, and the three thousand troubles are just the troubles that people think they are, if you are sincere to the Buddha, why should you stick to the form? I thought that the benefactor was a discerning person, but it turned out to be the same as those ordinary people, it was really bad, very bad, and it affected the taste of wine. ”

At this time, the man brought a jar and two bowls, and poured a bowl for each of them.

The yellow wine slowly flowed down from the jar, and the old monk drooled while looking at it, and sighed: "Good wine, good wine, wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and if you don't know the true taste of this, how can you distinguish the authenticity of this?"

The old monk took the bowl and drank it all, shouting happily.

The more Li Moru looked at this person, the more interesting he felt, and the most important thing was that he kept calling himself a monk, which made Li Moru even more curious.

The old monk's every move completely broke Li Moru's understanding of monks, it seems that such people are no different from laypeople, on the contrary, he feels that such people are more vulgar than laypeople, but this person has a mouthful of a benefactor, a mouthful of a poor monk.

Li Moru asked: "Isn't it true that the Buddhists do not kill and abstain from meat? How do I feel that you have violated all the precepts of the Buddhists? ”

The old monk smiled and said: "The Buddha said: color is emptiness, and emptiness is color." If you are too attached to appearances, it is often difficult to detach, and the donor is a smart person, so why should he be attached to these appearances?"

Li Moru smiled: "In that case, monk, you eat me and drink mine, you should always tell me your name!"

The old monk smiled and said: "The poor monk's Dharma is empty, all living beings are me, I am all sentient beings, I am in the same phase with all sentient beings, and I am in the same phase as all sentient beings." So the poor monk gave himself such a Dharma name, how about it, doesn't it sound much better than the monks in those temples?"

Li Moru smiled and said nothing, poured a glass of wine into his cup, sandwiched a chopsticks of fish meat, and then drank the wine in the cup.

The old monk smiled and said: "Donor, don't drink more because of the sweetness of the wine, don't drink it because the wine is bitter, there are thousands of tastes in the world, if you don't come out, you must taste it slowly." ”

Li Moru nodded, although he didn't like monks, but somehow, the monk in front of him who completely subverted his cognition made him feel very comfortable getting along, and what he said, he always felt like that Huiyang Daoist, very meaningful.

There is no feeling of being pure and lacking desires and far away from the world when the monks in the temple next to the Luoyan Pagoda that I met in the past are pure and have few desires, far away from the world.

He picked up his wine glass and said to the old monk, "Come, master, I will toast you." ”

The old monk smiled and said: "Donor, you are the first person to call me a master, and you are indeed a fellow practitioner, gratifying, gratifying." ”

Li Moru clinked glasses with him and said: "Don't, I just like you as a person, I'm not one of your kindred spirits, I don't like Buddhism." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Look, this is not a fellow practitioner? I don't like it either." ”

Li Moru sandwiched a bun, and while eating, the soup in the bun flowed to his mouth, and he said: "Old monk, aren't you kidding, don't you like Buddhism and still take a bite of an old monk and a mouthful of Buddha?"

The old monk smiled and said, "If there is hate, there is love, and there is no hate, and there is no hate, so I have no hate, so how can I have love?" So I said that I don't like the Buddha because I have never hated him, so I am the same as you at this point. ”

Li Moru said with a smile: "I feel that you are the doctrine of Taoism, Taoism says that the world knows that beauty is beautiful, evil has been, everyone knows that good is good, and what is not good is good." This sentence of yours is the doctrine of Taoism, master, I see you, you are on the wrong path. ”

The old monk smiled and said, "What is a Buddha? What is the Tao? Childe, do you really know it? Do they really know it themselves?"

Li Moru stopped talking, he didn't know how to answer this old monk's question.

In about half an hour, the table was already a mess, all the wine and meat buns were swept away, and the old monk also burped contentedly, seeing that his face was already seven points drunk, and Li Moru was already three points drunk.

Li Moru originally thought that he would be more generous to the old monk to find a room in the inn, but the old monk refused, he said, Lao He ate the son's wine and food, originally to see that the son could not finish eating, to rub a charity, the son kindly gave the old monk a jar of wine, the old monk I am already content, the son wants to travel far away, or leave some coils for himself, the old monk I will say goodbye.

Saying that, he walked towards the door leisurely, and when he left, Li Moru didn't know if he was enchanted or something, and asked, "Old monk, can we still meet?"

The old monk turned his head and said with a smile: "Childe and I have a fate, and there will be more opportunities to meet in the future, so I won't disturb Childe's rest, and I will leave the old monk." ”

Li Moru was a little tired, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes, and when he looked out of the door again, the old monk was gone.

Under the old locust tree, an old man in rags lay in the shade of the tree and chirped: "Good wine, really good wine." ”

Li Moru went upstairs while he was still sober, and sure enough, as the guy said, he drank a pot of wine, and there was nothing, but he was in a daze for a long time, and he quickly eased up, and he didn't have the headache like the last time he was drunk.

Li Moru fell asleep in the room, thinking that at night, he must go out and take a good look at what Mr. Mo said, 'The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou.'" What a sight.

Li Moru forgot that Mr. Mo said whose poem it was, and he didn't bother to care, anyway, it came out of Mr. Mo's mouth.