After finishing the meal, Li Si went down the mountain again and came back with two jars of wine and some meat. He rarely drinks alcohol in Qianjialou, but now that this alcohol addiction is coming up again, he drinks a little more. Speaking of which, he was really disrespectful, and he actually drank and ate meat in the pure place of Buddhism, but fortunately, the old monk didn't care about him.

In the middle of the night, the Shuhu Nu did not let the old monk cook, but went to the kitchen to cook a few side dishes by herself. It can be seen that she has really learned a lot during this time.

The monk ate some hastily, then sat back on the Buddha hall and continued to knock on the fish and chant the scriptures.

Li Si took advantage of the wine to sit in front of the hall with the Shuhu Girl, chatting while eating, and stayed until nightfall.

The Shuhu girl doesn't like to drink, so she just drank a little.

Li Si drank too much, and he didn't use his internal qi to eliminate the strength of the wine, and he was already a little drunk.

After drinking half of the wine, the Shuhu Nu got up and left, packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and left Li Si alone to continue drinking there.

"The green mountains are the same, and the bright moon is empty. ”

"Wine is exhausted, absurd, absurd, tomorrow, and troubled. ”

I don't know how long I drank it, Li Si held an empty bowl and sat in front of the hall talking nonsense.

The old monk turned his head, glanced at the man, shook his head, and was too lazy to care.

The Shuhu Girl walked over, took a coat and draped it over Li Si and said.

"It's late, go back to the house, don't catch a cold. ”

Li Si didn't refuse, his wine has always been good, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't mind getting drunk.

In addition to talking nonsense, even if he is drunk, he will not make trouble.

"Hmmm······" It should be drunk and blushing, Li Si put down the bowl, leaned against the railing, and responded drunkly.

The Shuhu Nu sighed softly, turned around and nodded to the old monk, then leaned over and picked up Li Siheng and sent him to the backyard.

I don't know if it's because of the light work, Shuhu Nu feels that Li Si's body is very light, so light that it seems that when a gust of wind blows, he will float away. It is impossible to grasp it or touch it.

Li Si's mouth was still humming, muttering some incomprehensible nonsense in a low voice, and the Shuhu Girl sent him all the way back to the room.

The room was a little dark and there was no light. Because of the orientation, the moonlight can't shine in, only a little afterglow, spread by the window.

The Shuhu Girl put Li Si on the bed, but at this time, Li Si suddenly said aloud.

"Swallow ······"

This is the name of his wife in his last life, called Jiang Yanzhi.

The Tiger Girl's hands trembled, and she could tell that it was a woman's name.

But she still continued to spread out the quilt and covered Li Si's body.

Standing on the edge of the bed, she looked at Li Si with her eyes down, and after a long time, she sat down, reached out and patted him on the chest, and answered softly.

"Well, I'm here. ”

I don't know if I can really hear it, Li Si's face showed a smile, but he smiled a little dimly, with a little regret and guilt.

"I'm sorry ······" He said this with a deep exhaustion in his words.

"It's fine. The Tiger Girl smiled lightly and lowered her eyes in response.

"Blame me for not taking care of your own things, so I told you to steal them. ”

With that, she leaned down, tapped her lips lightly on Li Si's forehead, and then got up and left the room.

Next to the bed, the moonlight is still faint, the evening breeze is gusting, and no one speaks.

······

The next morning, Li Si got up early, he didn't know why, he was drunk yesterday, but he inexplicably felt that he slept well.

When he had nothing to do, he went to the back mountain, cut a few suitable bamboos, and sat in the yard making bamboo flutes.

The old monk who passed away sat under the dead tree in the courtyard that he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, plucked the rosary in his hand, and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

Li Si should indeed be very idle, while drilling holes in the bamboo in his hand, he asked the old monk with a smile.

"I said monk Yuandu, what kind of scriptures are you usually reciting. ”

Li Si is a rotten wood, this old monk has long said. He has lived with the old monk for so many years, and has been influenced by Buddhism every day, but he still has no Buddha nature, and even he is mostly absent-minded about Buddhist things. In the Buddhist scriptures, apart from the Sutra of Past Lives, there is nothing that he can listen to.

Under the old tree, the old monk flicked his fingers with the rosary, and half-ranging, he should have opened his eyes helplessly and replied to Li Si.

"Mahaprajnaparamita Heart Sutra. ”

"Oh, I thought you'd read something deeper. Li Si sat under the eaves of the courtyard, lowered his head and blew off the debris on the bamboo and wood, compared it left and right, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued to drill the next hole with the stick in his hand.

The old monk sighed, only felt that it was a waste of time to talk to Li Si about Buddhism, so he re-picked up the rosary in his hand and said lightly.

"There is no such thing as a profound or non-profound Buddhist scripture, if the mind is accessible, then it will be enlightened, and if the thoughts are complex, it will not be understood. ”

He didn't care if Li Si could listen to it or not, anyway, if he talked too much, Li Si wouldn't listen.

He knows a lot about this child he raised since he was a child. The mind is detached, there are knots, obsessed with the appearance of things, although they can be enlightened, but they are willing to be obsessed with it, and they are not the seedlings of cultivating Buddhism at all. Or to put it in an abusive sentence, Li Si is simply an idiot and has no relationship with the Buddha.

I heard that Yuan Nian also wanted to introduce him to Shaolin Temple, hmph, when an idiot meets an idiot, a fool meets a fool, if the Buddhists are all such people, it should be over.

"That's it. ”

Li Si responded without a ride, and sure enough, he didn't listen.

But then, his eyes moved again, and he looked at the monk with a smile and said.

"But isn't this sutra a scripture that purifies the mind and calms down the mind and keeps reciting and driving away evil spirits? How old monk, you are so old, and you still have mixed thoughts. Tell me quickly, do you have a crush on which teacher?"

“······”

The old monk didn't speak, he only felt that a green tendon on his forehead seemed to jump, it is undeniable that Li Si has never fallen since he was a child when it comes to kung fu that makes people angry.

But a monk is a monk after all, and after reciting a few words of the Heart Sutra silently, he suppressed the anger in his heart again, and continued to say to Li Si calmly.

"Don't talk about that. Speaking of which, Master Li, I heard that recently, your martial arts have made progress again?"

"Well, yes, what's wrong?" Li Si still lowered his head and fiddled with the bamboo flute, not yet sensing the approaching danger.

"It's nothing, I just think that it is really not easy for Master Li Shi to have such a cultivation at such an age. ”

The old monk said with a smile, his eyes closed lightly, and he looked like a high-ranking monk, with a wide robe and big sleeves, and a compassionate face.

"Why don't we practice later?"

"Okay. Li Si subconsciously responded.

Then, his hand was already there, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.

At this time, he seemed to realize what he had just promised.

"Goo. Swallowing his saliva unconsciously, Li Si raised his head stiffly and looked at the old monk.

"What, what we said just now, don't we count them?"

"No, it doesn't. ”

The old monk also rarely said a common saying, and when he smiled, he became more "kind".