The twelfth episode of the past and the enlightened monk (17) Fahai took some coarse grain bread from his arms and handed it to Xiaoqingdao: "Eat it to satisfy your hunger and wrap your stomach." ”

Seeing that the bread was rough and cold, Xiao Qing couldn't help frowning, slapped Fahai's palm away and said, "Is this kind of coarse grain rough food eaten by people?"

Fahai said angrily: "You demon is harming the world, and you still want to eat the delicacies of the mountains and the sea?"

Although Xiaoqing is a maid on the surface of Baohetang, she is actually no different from a young lady. Although there are no strange food and delicacies on weekdays, there are fish and meat, where have you eaten such cold cakes and coarse things? Look at tonight, thousands of homes are brightly lit, the lanterns are brilliant, the streets are crowded, singing and laughing, and Ruili Qianhui paints the city and dyes the alleys. Everyone is happy to reunite, only they were kidnapped by this monk, life and death are uncertain, thinking of the green snake sorrow here, thinking: If the mother is still there, Qing'er will not be bullied by this wicked person. Jie Yingyu's tears poured out like a spring, and she couldn't cry for a while! Causing passers-by to look sideways, some good deeds laughed loudly: "How did this sister let this monk bully? Why don't we wait to comfort my sister?" If Xiaoqing's temper can tolerate the apprentice's play in normal times, but now that she is sad in her heart, she has no time to take care of anything else.

Fahai Pingsu subdued demons and eliminated demons, but he had never encountered such a situation, you must know that most of those mountain spirits and ghosts are ugly, and the crimes are extremely evil, and there is such a charming woman as Xiaoqing, not to mention that although the green snake is willful and reckless, but there is no great evil, seeing her tearful eyes, she gently cried how she was ruthless and ruthless, bullied her, and was at a loss for a while, and after a long time hesitated and said: "Don't cry the demon, if you don't like a piece of bread, forget if you don't eat it, what do you do when you cry?"

Xiaoqing wiped her tears, glared at him and said, "Today's Lantern Festival, everyone else is happy to buy lamps to enjoy the picturesque and beautiful scenery, only I want to be caught and killed by you, how can I not cry?"

Fahai sighed and said: "The poor monk saw that you had a little wisdom root, and planned to lead you to Jinshan Temple to practice well, and he had no intention of harming you." ”

Xiaoqing became anxious when she heard this, and pointed to Fahai and said: "The girl likes to wander in the red dust, and there is a reason to force people to become monks in this world?

Fahai said: "The demon is obsessed with not realizing it, and it is necessary to break the idea of red dust, and practice with the chanting of the poor monk and Buddha, so that he can be enlightened, get rid of the sea of suffering, and finally step on the other side." “

Xiaoqing couldn't help but shudder, and thought to herself: With this monk eating fasting and chanting Buddha all day long, it is not that I will never see my sister again! No, I have to think of a way to escape! I saw her grinning and Bai Meisheng: "Monk, the girl has just figured it out, and it is a wonderful thing to practice with you, but Xiaoqing's belly is unbearable hunger, although your bread is a wonderful grain, but it is very cold and hard, how can I eat?"

Seeing her teary eyes and very sad, Fahai's heart softened, and he secretly thought: I am afraid that she will suffer a lot when she arrives at the ancient temple and Buddhist hall with such a lively and active temperament, so what does it matter if she follows her wishes at this time? So he put his hands together and said: "If you speak without lies, the poor monk will depend on you." ”

Xiaoqing happily pulled Fahai to the bustling streets and alleys, shouting: "The monk wants to invite me to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas!"

Lin'an is a big city in Hangzhou, with high-rise buildings and shops like clouds and foggy mountains, scattered and scattered, row upon row. At this time, the blue waves of the West Lake in the distance flow slowly, the water sings like the sheng flute chanting, one after another, into the ears to fill the heart, all the veins are open, the liver is soothed, and the heart is suddenly open.

Xiaoqing pointed to the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, entered the clouds and painted buildings, and said with a phantom glow in the sky: "Although the fireworks in the world are fleeting, they also have the beauty of being difficult to give up.

Fahai looked up at the night sky, saw the fireworks brilliant, colorful, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, colorful brilliance reflected in the sky, flowing light and broken colors fell like rain, and the ancient city was dyed in all eyes in an instant, looking at it from afar like a fairy in the sea, and the light was magnificent.

The monk couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart: If I hadn't become a monk, I would probably have coveted the prosperity of this world, and the red dust was rolling, right?