In the Wen'an Temple of Dongxuan Lake, a kind old man with kind eyebrows and good intentions, is sitting on the futon, there are 26 ancient Buddhas in the temple, and the Wen'an Temple that often takes the number of 27 is somewhat unreasonable.

Although the ancient Buddhas have different expressions, there are angry eyes and round eyes to make a big anger, and there are also warm smiles to make all sentient beings like a purifier, and the most incredible thing is that the twenty-sixth Buddha statue, carrying a wine jug, and a piece of meat in his hand, make a big feast.

But all of them are lifelike, making people feel solemn and solemn at a glance, and can't help but bow down devoutly.

The old man sitting on the futon, with a long beard reaching the ground, did not have the impression that the old monk had words in his mouth, a mouthful of Buddhist scriptures, but closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, and single-mindedly beat the wooden fish, quite a posture that was as immobile as a mountain.

This is exactly what Wen'an Temple is famous for, and it is not worthy of the name of the monk without need.

It is said that there is no need, but it is inevitable that people can't help but scold when they see it, don't they all say that their family members don't talk about it? Obviously, this bald donkey old monk has grown beards to the ground, and he still dares to say that he is not ashamed to say that he does not need a monk. However, because Wen'an Temple is a well-known pure land of Buddhism in the area of Dongxuan Lake, there are no gentlemen who dare to come and do nonsense.

At this time, a little monk jumped to the meditation room with a bright smile, but when he walked to the door, he saw his abbot meditating deeply, and immediately had a solemn expression, and did not take the initiative to disturb, but quietly waited outside the gatehouse. The old monk doesn't stop, and the little monk doesn't enter.

But after about half an hour, the little monk was a little drowsy, shook his head, and only then did he notice that the sound of the wooden fish had stopped. So the little monk, who couldn't wait to tell the master the good news, tiptoed through the crack in the door to look into the room, only to see that his abbot had already fallen asleep soundly by the Buddha statue, and was a little annoyed.

The little monk pushed the door of the house and woke up the abbot who had not woken up from a big dream. The old monk woke up half-asleep and half-awakened, and when he saw his apprentice's displeasure, he immediately looked serious, and then knocked on the wooden fish with his hand, and said something in his mouth.

"Master, don't pretend, you just slept comfortably. The little monk looked at his own master and couldn't help but wonder, how could such a master be rumored to bear relics. Master said today that he wanted to participate in Zen meditation and let himself have an epiphany, so that he could talk about Buddhism with those literati.

The old monk was sitting on his lap and spitting out Buddhist words. Just one sentence: "I dream like this." ”

The little monk looked incredulous, but he didn't say anything, he just grabbed the conversation and said, "Master, I have copied the Lotus Sutra a hundred times that you asked me to copy a hundred times. But Rulai doesn't seem to want to see me. The little monk said, looked up at the twenty-six ancient Buddhas, and was a little lost.

"When you have done that, you will copy it a hundred more times. "The old monk seems to be a master of the Tao and understands the truth of Buddhism.

"But what you said was that I had copied the Lotus Sutra a hundred times, and that we monks didn't speak. The little monk was puzzled.

The monk brushed his beard lightly and said with a smile: "If you have a beard, if you come to the Buddhist scriptures, you should use the handwriting to figure out the traces of the Buddha, and if you don't see it a hundred times, then copy it a hundred times." Sincerely, the gold and stone are open. ”

The little monk named Yousu scratched his chin and asked a little puzzled: "Last time, Master, you said that I picked up a hundred loads of water, which can be seen as Rulai, but I have picked for ten years, and the water I have picked is innumerable, but I have not seen Rulai." Now I won't have to copy Buddhist scriptures for ten years, so how young will I be before I can see it. ”

The old monk who was debunked did not blush at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Master has picked up a thousand loads of water, copied Buddhist scriptures a thousand times, asked a thousand people, and has been asked by a thousand people, and now he can meet Rulai in his dreams." ”

"How long does the master say hello to Rulai in a dream, and let the Buddha also come to my dream to tell me the truth of Buddhism. The little monk looked expectant, blinking at his master.

There is no need for the monk to bury his head in the chanting of Buddhist scriptures and beat the wooden fish.

Seeing this, the little monk also brought a futon, sat beside the monk, and then beat the wooden fish like an old monk.

"Master, in a few days, take the Zen road to participate in Zen, and the Deng Bixing literati who wrote the pen in Dongxuan Lake will also come, and tomorrow he will come to our Buddhism, burn incense and pray for blessings, I hope Master you will burn incense for him, I heard that you will give a lot of silver. ”

"Yes, our Buddhists are not greedy or hateful, you still need to meditate and practice, how can you come to see you like this?" The old monk looked at his nose and nose and heart, and had a sense of indifference to fame and fortune.

The wooden fish in the little monk's hand hung in the air, and then asked suspiciously: "But, Master, you obviously wrote down all the incense money given by the donor in a small book, and the incense money given to us by the great literati of Deng Bixing last year can be described as a lot of money, I remember that you were sleeping with that small book, and you couldn't stop smiling." ”

The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and then there was a knocking sound that was crisper than that of the wooden fish.

"Meditation and meditation, the mind is still visible. The old monk said majestically, and the beard that followed his chin hung like a waterfall.

The little monk next to him pressed his head with both hands, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he said aggrievedly: "Well, Master." ”

Three hundred steps east of Dongxuan Lake, there is a small town, named Wenzhong Town, there is a downtown full of flowers, Jiang Chengzi and Lu Wenping walked along the downtown area, the strange things in Wenzhong Town do not lose the Xuanguo Shu capital, many local people make the woodworking carving, but let the two dizzy.

The clamor of the people walked through the streets, and the guests who entered and exited the pavilions were polite. From time to time, a few broken words came from the building, and nine times out of ten it was the words spoken by the monk who did not need to be in Wen'an Temple, and the voice was so loud that it made people feel a little false.

Lu Wenping had little interest in these kitsch things, but Jiang Chengzi was happy to walk through street after street.

But after a few turns, Lu Wenping was exhausted, and the little doctor still ran around like a chicken, looking at these strange things along the street.

There is an inconspicuous stall among these small stalls, the stall is not large, barely half of the normal stall, and there is no need to think about it, the owner of this stall is not less crowded by the surrounding vendors.

And the owner of the stall is a little girl who is not as conspicuous as the stall, and the girl wears a coarse cloth and short brown, but it does not provoke a feeling of pity. However, he clumsily inserted strings of sugar gourds into small wooden stakes made of straw, and while the action was ridiculous, he also showed a trace of imperceptible stubbornness.

Originally, the sugar gourd that was famous in Shudu was also a rare object in this area, not valuable, but at least able to make a living.

But since the outbreak of the plague in Suping City a few months ago, the sugar gourd, which was originally well-known in this territory, has also been falsely uttered some unrealistic words, so that this business, which has a good reputation but is not highly profitable, has taken a sharp turn.

Jiang Chengzi swayed around, and when he saw the sugar gourd on the stall in the distance, he seemed to have finally found his favorite object, with a bright smile on his face, and happily pulled Lu Wenping, who was already bored next to him, to take three steps and two steps to the stall. tightened his nose, as if he had smelled the sweetness of the sugar gourd hidden in his heart.

"How much is a string?" Jiang Chengzi asked with a smile to the inconspicuous little girl in front of him.

When the little girl saw that there was finally business coming to her door, she hurriedly turned the wooden stick in her hand and tried her best to show the good-looking sugar gourds to the guests. Maybe he was stupid, but he stammered and said, "Three... A string of pennies. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Chengzi, who has been careful since he was a child, opened his mouth wide, and then said righteously: "Little girl, three dollars are too expensive. This sugar gourd is only a penny in our Shudu, and even if you pick the worst one, it can be better than your crooked melon and cracked jujube-like sugar gourd. ”

Even when he said it, he was still a little indignant, and he felt in his heart how could such a black-hearted trader shout such a high price?

The little girl had only heard that the speaker was speaking in a foreign accent, and she mustered up the courage to shout a high price for a penny and a string of sugar gourds. At this time, he was ruthlessly exposed by Jiang Chengzi, and some of his faces were red. didn't dare to refute anything, only dared to say on the side: "The appearance is a little worse, but it's sweet." In the end, as if he was afraid that he would let the guests leave because the price was too high, he whispered: "Actually... A string of two pennies is fine. ”

"Okay, just three pennies. Suddenly, a muffled voice came to break the deadlock.

It turned out that Lu Wenping, who had been idle and bored, actually shamelessly did the "first cut and then play" thing, holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand, and stuffing an unknown number of pieces in his mouth.

Jiang Chengzi suddenly felt that he wanted to cry without tears, and because the sour scholar often boasted in his ear that he was an old Jianghu, he couldn't think of an old Jianghu who couldn't even kill for a price.

The sour scholar who didn't dare to fart indiscriminately since he beat Jiang Chengzi and practiced swordsmanship just smiled embarrassedly, then gave a thumbs up and said to the little girl: "The little girl is right, it is indeed quite sweet, and such a sincere little girl will not lie to others and raise a high price." ”

Jiang Chengzi glanced at Lu Wenping with hatred, and was about to tell Lu Wenping that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive, and every penny has to be used on the blade.

This is also the second master of the family to teach themselves, the last time he gave to the beggar, and later learned from the second master that the beggar was originally a big spender of money, and then regretted a little, so he restrained his sympathy that he could not hide.

After hesitating for a while, looking at the bright sugar gourd and Lu Wenping's gobbling up, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva before finally making up his mind.

Sanwen is Sanwen, and the master bought it.

But the effort to give the money dragged on very slowly, but he took out the twelve cents unhurriedly, counted them one by one, counted them back and forth twice, and then was satisfied to put the twelve cents on the little girl's stall, and then said quite atmosphericly: "Come to four strings." The skewer that the man next to him ate is not mine, he gives it himself. ”

After hearing this, Lu Wenping next to him was suddenly stingy by Jiang Chengzi, who was so stingy

And Jiang Chengzi playfully looked at the poor and white sour scholar, and slowly ate the sugar gourd one by one, quite leisurely and self-satisfied.

After all, along the way, Wang Jingdao was in charge of money, and when Jiang Chengzi stopped flooding in Xianjiang County, he had some money left over to see a doctor and treat people. Although Lu Wenping can also make some money by means of flies and dogs on weekdays, his style of acting like a thousand dollars is scattered and comes back, which often makes him live a leisurely life sometimes, and sometimes he can only eat enough.

The little girl saw that the eldest brother who had spoken for herself was in an embarrassing situation, so she hurriedly said: "The sugar gourd that the eldest brother ate just now was picked up by falling on the ground, and he didn't need money." ”

Jiang Chengzi didn't speak, but his face changed from excited to boring.

"Little girl, smart!" Lu Wenping gently touched the little girl's head, then pinched a sugar gourd in his hand, used two fingers to exert force, and then wrote eight big characters on the stall with the sugar gourd

"In this way, you can taste the sweetness of Buddha. ”

Jiang Chengzi looked disdainful, others don't know, can he not know? This sour scholar will not be able to do anything other than sell his worthless ink, and now he does not learn to learn from the gentleman Wen Xing in the sage book, but has learned to play tricks.

But it didn't destroy Lu Wenping's solemn expression, he just took out another three pennies from his arms and put it on the stall, then glanced at Lu Wenping with disgust, and persuaded the little girl kindly: "He doesn't know anything, he will be greedy for cheap, don't think he is a good person." Then he turned and left.

And the little girl is stunned to look at the words on the stall, this kind of handwriting she has seen, once Wen'an Temple to Wen Hui Zen, the town has a famous pen power of the great literati Deng Bixing pen words are exactly the same, I heard that it is the land of Gyeonggi surnamed Han Wen Mo Kui self-created Korean style. Although the little girl couldn't read it, she vaguely felt that the big brother should write better.

Because there is a Wen'an Temple, and let Wenxuan Town continue to write and ink, this kind of thing on the text and ink will of course be touted by the locals, otherwise it would not be enough to hear some people pretending to chant verses just now along the street.

And this is not inferior to Deng Pen's vigorous pen power in the wood, and within an hour, someone will smash the pot and sell iron to buy this wooden board and enshrine it in their own home hall!

Before the little girl could accept the copper coin, a man with a stubble on his face second only to Wang Jingdao rushed to this stall in anger, and his facial features seemed to be collapsed by the anger and squeezed together, so that the hideous expression was perfectly connected with his raunchy appearance.

The visitor didn't speak, but just slapped the already fragile stall to pieces. Before the copper coins on the table could react, they rolled down everywhere.