I took away the package that couldn't have been simpler, and the blood hairpin, which she called plum blossom interceding...

I walked all the way through the mountain temple, and all kinds of cold words passed through the chamber one by one with the gradually soft spring breeze...

"Gujuan Zen teacher and student are eccentric and withdrawn, just one of his disciples... This son was abolished, but it also abolished the ancient scroll Zen master, the Buddha Hall

is already weak in the mountain temple, and I am afraid that it will be a slump at this time, and I will no longer have the slightest right to speak in the future..."

"The vegetable garden is like a cold palace, enlighten Zen and contemplate it, don't even think about it in this life... It's just a matter of living a life..."

There are also some kind and neutral discussions, although the tone is regrettable, but it can only be whispering...

The vegetable garden is two miles southeast of the foot of the mountain temple, and the first-class fertile land is not 800 acres, and it is never leased to the poor tenants around the mountain temple.

Relying only on the low-level monks of the mountain temple to harvest and sow seeds, it is inevitable that the surrounding people's grievances will boil and they will be treacherous...

A dilapidated thatched hut stands among the evergreen fruits and vegetables of the four seasons, like a drunken old and weak, sick and disabled, and it will fall down in a daze

It's all four walls, and it's hard to get to the spring, or how can this house survive the winter...

I slowly began to put it together, and after a few days, I gradually became an ordinary farmer...

Although it is extremely simple, it is also happy to be free and clean, but I can no longer hear the old guy chanting at night, and it is even more rainy in the spring.

The mood has been uneven for a long time...

But during the day, he talked and laughed with the low-level monks who grew vegetables in the mountain temple, stole vegetables and drank wine and ate meat with the neighbors, and by the way, he received a little kickback and then changed

Order wine and meat, eat and drink openly, enjoy your place, and live happily...

"Little monk, the big monk who watched the vegetable garden before you can pour down the weeping poplars, what about you?"

"Don't hide it from all the heroes, if you say that you put the weeping poplar, I can choke on the one-eyed old Zhang and the lame old Huang who always steal vegetables and chickens in the neighboring villages. ”

The crowd laughed when they heard this, and their contempt was even greater...

"So you beat me, you steal, and I eat kickbacks. ”

Everyone was suddenly and tacitly...

Since then, the wine has been estimated, the dog has been touched, and the aroma has lingered...

But where are the impermeable walls, let alone the dilapidated thatched huts?

I ate alone, and the low-end monks dared to be angry and did not dare to speak. But I can't stand the mouth and the teeth of the people, the lips and teeth bump and gossip,

It's inevitable...

As soon as the wolves left, the tigers came again...

Several law enforcement monks from the Wufo Hall also came to rub the oil, openly and secretly saying that they like to eat dog meat, and they regularly come to my "enlightenment"

Ichiba...

It's an old rule, but as far as I know, the previous monk was not so easy to mess with. If you want to steal vegetables and blackmail food, it doesn't matter if it's nearby

Splash skin is still a monk in the mountain temple, you have to take a dung bath to clean your body first, and then say, the 20 or so big dung pits on the edge of the field are full all year round...

No way, who made our bodies weak, and the knife handle was still in the hands of others, so we could only accept it with a smile, and insert our hands into our sleeves, one

The deputy is well-behaved.

The world at the foot of the mountain is a small world that can no longer be small, but it is strange...

There is everything in the market...

What could I have expected this when I didn't go out of the mountain?

It seems that the old guy used to give me more than that...

He will still come, and he is no longer willing to drink a few sips of the half-pot of wine he brought, and the meat that goes down to the wine has been replaced with salted beans, where is the past

The background and heroism of eating meat on his back, and he is already as bright as he is under a sloppy clothes...

I don't need to say it, I know...

He didn't help me dredge up my business, but it could only be Jingwei reclamation, and I couldn't go back to the mountain temple...

But old guy, you don't have to search for money in the future. This time for me, wine... I've got enough... Meat... I'm enough...

He'll still come, just less and less...

The next day, I received a message that several law enforcement monks from the Wufo Hall wanted to come to "realize the gluttony"

I didn't dare to slack off, got up early to stew the dog meat in the casserole, went to the neighboring village to fill the wine gourd, stood in front of the firewood, and lowered my eyebrows

Eyes, waiting for a few senior brothers to come and realize their greed...

Gradually, I bored to pick up the "plum blossom intercession" through the noon daylight, as if I saw a blood-colored sunset...

I don't know when, I found that several senior brothers were already standing beside me, looking at me curiously...

"If you want me to say that my junior brother has a great Zen machine, he should be happy in time, so happy... The Buddha should be like this, when I am born, everything will support me, and after death

I nourish all things. ”

"It's not like I wait for nothing to do hard labor and sit in hard meditation at night. ”

"Hey, what is the junior brother holding in his hand, look at this style, isn't it a woman's hairpin?"

"Sent by a beautiful woman..."

I replied with a smile and respectfully, with a hint of happiness in it, this expression was absolutely annoying to others...

The monks were secretly envious, couldn't help shaking their heads and smiling bitterly, looking for the aroma of wine and meat and leaving the house...

Looking at the air-dried bones in the corner of the house that were too lazy to destroy the corpses, and the smooth jujube wine gourd hanging on the wall, I couldn't help it

They all sighed secretly. If the mind is not enlightened, this vegetable garden is really a good errand...

What's more, even the brain makes up a picture, the night breeze is murmuring, the moonlight is slightly warm, the small stove is hot and drinking wine and stewed meat, and the neighboring village is handsome

The little widow pounded her legs and pinched her shoulders, watched me gently and gradually take a nap, and then pulled off the hairpin and scratched my bald head mischievously

On the Scar Ring...

These days, it's really a goddamn fairy...

The monks sat down, a few glasses of wine went down, and the story couldn't be hidden...

A few people who were still very cramped at the beginning have already begun to feast, pushing cups and changing lamps, telling strange stories, and arguing loudly.

But it also has some fun...

It turns out that drinking alcohol can make people so happy, I've never seen it...

As for those who drink more and more reticent, either they really drink too much...

Or maybe you've been through too much and don't know where to start...

And it's sad and unbearable...

The old guy is not like that, he never said ...

However, there is no such person in this group of law enforcement monks...

So wine likes people with stories, and people with stories like wine.

Did the wine pour him, or did he drink it, it was meaningless...

The old guy said: "The monk lives the world and takes the dream as a donkey, why let himself be unsatisfactory... If I am the abbot, I will build one in the mountain temple

Wine pond meat forest..."

"Senior brother, have you heard? Gujuan Zen Master Manshan Temple lobbied for you, and the good objects that have been passed down from generation to generation in the Buddhist hall are almost gone... He thought

Let you go back to the ancient Buddha Pavilion to enlighten Zen and seek thoughts, but whoever the abbot of Guhai tries to persuade him, he just doesn't spit out..."

"Of course, the abbot of Guhai can't spit out, I heard that Yi Buddha is enlightened day and night under the cannibalistic Buddha, and the twelve bodhisattva vows of the Wufo Hall are personally clothed

world, even birds can't fly in, and people are broken... It's really a one-person Buddha cultivator, and we are all with guests."

After a few people drank a little wine, they spat out the truth and complained all over the world...

"What qualifications do people have? Born in the Lotus World, we can't even count as dog tail grass, what are you complaining about?"

"If you really don't know if there are miracles like this mountain temple, you can still be a law enforcement monk with peace of mind, and slowly mix into a great monk... Monk... gold

Just ring... Bodhisattva vows... First... Abbot... But you know, although you can be willing... Just a little bit, and always being alone by Buddha

Occupy... But there's really no way, who let the family dominate the coquettishness of the younger generation of the mountain temple..."

Thinking of this, several people couldn't help but be even more disheartened.

"It's really better for my junior brother to have fun here alone..."

"What the senior brothers said is extreme..."

I replied with a smile, and the bamboo chopsticks in my hand couldn't help but speed up, and I sandwiched the fragrant dog meat in the clay pot into the bowl one by one for the senior brothers

Village...

The wine gourd was empty early, I gritted my teeth, ruthlessly slapped open a mud seal, and slowly poured the instantly fragrant amber wine one by one

The jar is very old, the glaze is mottled and dotted, and it seems to have been put for many years, but an inverted square vinegar word is brand new and seems that the ink has not dried, with

out of place...

I was going to honor the old fellow, but it would be a waste to give them anyone to drink...

"Brother Yixin... Senior brother was confused just now, but I didn't have time to ask you..."

After a full cup, the senior brother who was a little older asked mysteriously, and his tone was still very unpredictable...

"Senior brother, please ask, if you know everything..."

"The hairpin... The younger brother is a lover monk? I heard that it is true that the uncovered conference is molesting the female benefactor in public

Gone?"

"This..."

I still know everything, but this question also made me speechless, but fortunately, the older brother didn't delve into it, because of his purpose

Not there.

"Senior brother has never been to the Qinglou?"

He continued to ask in a low voice, his expression had an indescribable obscene taste, intriguing...

"Back to Senior Brother, I haven't been there yet... But I've always wanted to go, but I don't know where to start..."

"That's good to say, before the poor monk became a monk, he was also a swordsman in Mobei, he went south and north, and he killed as many girls as prostitutes... You bring it well

Money, senior brother can take you with you..."

He smiled, his eyes seemed to have been squeezed into a peach blossom shape, and he was waiting for me here...

"But the title deeds of the Qinglou houses in nearby Jinyun City are all from the mountain temple, and it is not allowed to accept the monks of the mountain temple, which has been mentioned in the precepts, is it

Senior brother doesn't know?"

"Shut up! When I went back to the mountain temple to change my clothes and bring a felt hat, I said that there was a flower thief to chase and ask for the waist card of the mountain temple

Do you not come home at night?"

A sharp-tongued senior brother was scolded by him for being out of place, and he was greatly disappointed...

Although the rest of the senior brothers have reached the age of blood and qi to dry firewood, it is estimated that both men and women are not as good as at home

The house is small for a few years old children...

The only swordsman who claims to have walked through the south and the north is estimated to be a poor and destitute, relying on a broken iron piece to swagger and deceive Xibei goods, the most

Later, my livelihood became a problem, and I had to be a monk and wait for death...

"Senior brother, this method is wonderful, then tell me how to prostitute the girl, I heard that the woman is fragrant, is it better than the dog meat in this casserole."

Incense?"

"Of course, the prostitute girl is drinking with the girl, it should be... That's right."

The sharp-tongued senior brother swore to answer first, and by the way, he slapped his chest with a bang, where was the rest of the eyes

There is also confusion, the light flashes, and it is clear in an instant...

Curiosity and desire are born like mushrooms after rain, but I don't know where to vent...

The Mobei swordsman was stunned for a moment, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything...

But their eyes are looking at me like a lamb to the slaughter...

A few people put down the wine bowl, moved as they said, and went back to the mountain temple to change their clothes...

Only I secretly touched a few small pieces of loose silver coins, sullen...