Chapter 106

If you are a mother-in-law, you will give birth to cubs, and if you are a monk, you will chant scriptures.

No matter how young the mother-in-law is, she will always grow up, and she will be able to give birth to cubs when she grows up, and no matter how young the monk is, she will also chant scriptures.

The little monk was chattering, Xu Xiaoxian followed him all the way out of the backyard, and he didn't care if his ears were calloused, but he listened a lot and remembered less.

The Buddhist scriptures are the same as the Taoist ancestor Li Erzhenren's "Tao Te Ching", which talks about a big truth, a big truth, a big truth, so big that not everyone can understand the big truth.

Xu Xiaoxian doesn't understand other people's truths, and he doesn't want to understand them.

Just like the old Taoist Li Daniu said in his childhood, the road must be walked by himself to recognize, the truth must be understood by himself, and the belly of the little lady must be climbed by himself to get it.

The night is getting deeper.

Leaving only countless loneliness and darkness in the shameless, entangled.

The little monk came out of the backyard, out of the 'Zhiwei Building', looked back at the restaurant that was still brightly lit, and didn't know where he wanted to go, he no longer muttered the truth, but muttered:

"My tears remained, irrigating the soft grass below, and I wonder if the next year will bloom with memories and sorrows. ”

A change in style!

The little bald head doesn't make a big sense and becomes lyrical?

Xu Xiaoxian was dumbfounded when she heard this, trying to make her expression less stiff.

The big-eyed little monk squinted and smiled, and somewhere he found a golden booklet and opened it.

The young monk of Pushan used his eyes to take a closer look.

Lines of beautiful small characters, sprinkled on the back of the paper.

The font is supple, soft and bone-like, proud as a tiger and a dead bone, quite a famous style.

There are nearly sixty percent of the style of the book saint Wang Xizhi.

The person who writes is extraordinary.

Xu Xiaoxian has been learning calligraphy since childhood, practicing calligraphy, and his heart is moved, and he subconsciously touches the booklet.

The big-eyed little monk simply stuffed the golden pamphlet into the hands of the young monk of Baopu Mountain.

In the eye, it is a line of clear sentences, but when you really read it, there is a kind of thrilling surprise.

'The April sunshine of the Yuan Lantern Temple is warm and intoxicating, I don't want to do anything, I don't want to think about anything, everything can be thrown out of the clouds. Even if the old abbot's nagging is in the ear, he can go in the left ear and out the right ear.

Isn't it just to let the most handsome little monk in the temple grow up to be a man in advance!

Sitting alone in the forest of the stupa and looking at the place where these old bald donkeys who recite sutras and fasting all day long will instantly let their troubles go away, let go of their sorrows, forget their burdens, and shirk their responsibilities.

At this time, the old lady can quietly bask in the sun, hang her head, freely enjoy the vitality in the sun, close her eyes like a child and enjoy a moment of leisure.

If there is wine, then it is the right time.

It's a pity that the old wine outside the temple is mixed with water, which is not delicious. I really want to tear off the third leg of the old lady man in the wine shop, chop it up and feed it to the dogs. ’

'If,

You can also hear the soothing sound of the piano, drink the mellow fragrant tea, and everything will become full and rich.

If you can find a green lawn, with your head resting on your hands, reclining on the lawn, looking up at the sky, birds soaring, clouds walking, and the sun swaying, poetry will quietly burst out in your mind.

And you won't hear those damned bald donkeys, chanting to death, day after day. ’

Life is a song, singing the rhythm and melody of life, but unfortunately this is a monk's temple, and they are all fake men who can't be men, and they are boring.

Life is a road, extending the footprints and hopes of life, but unfortunately this is the Round Lamp Temple, this is the Round Lamp Temple, this is the damn Round Lamp Temple, helpless.

Life is a glass of wine, full of the mellow and sorrowful life of life, but unfortunately this is a Buddhist treasure, if you can't beat the old abbot's old bald donkey, you can't teach the little monk how to be a real man, boring.

Life is a mess of hemp, intertwined with the troubles and joys of life, life is a painting, depicting the red and green of life experience, life is a fire, burning with the longing and dreams of life.

Eh, I really want to strangle him and let him die as soon as possible......

Eh, if he doesn't die, how can he die......

If he doesn't die, how can I leave?

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The more Xu Xiaoxian flipped down, the more jaw-dropping he became, full of some meat words, some crazy words, and some crazy feelings.

Obviously, this is the Round Lantern Temple, which fell from the sky with a five-stemmed lotus, stayed in the Round Lantern Temple for decades, ate wine and drank meat and thought about men, helped the little monk break various precepts, and was pregnant for 17 years, giving birth to a little living Buddha woman, the 'Lotus Bodhisattva' wrote.

But how can this crazy woman give birth to a little Buddha, and how can she be called the Buddha's mother 'Lotus Bodhisattva'?

When she appeared, there was a genuine Buddhist work "Baode Dream Pearl" in the world, and she also had a big heart in front of the statue of the Buddha who lit the lamp, and made the feat of "covering the mud with cloth,......

All of this is incredible, no one can say anything.

It's like the Buddhist saying, 'The Buddha said: Don't say, don't say'.

Xu Xiaoxian sighed, closed the golden booklet, and handed it back to the little monk, not knowing what to say.

"Little Taoist, do you think my mother's literary style is good? The abbot said yes! The uncle and brother in the temple, even the old soup man who swept the courtyard patted his chest and said yes!" The little monk pouted, touched his head without an inch of grass, smiled, and said without any embarrassment.

Xu Xiaoxian rolled his eyes, his head was full of a woman eating wine and meat in the monk's temple, holding her chest and waist crossed, and teasing the old monk with her waist straight, and said helplessly: "The old abbot of the Yuandeng Temple has said that it is okay, that is really good." ”

"Little Taoist, let's go drink and eat meat first, and then talk about a deal. ”

I don't know if it's the thick-skinned to the earth-shattering, but it's also honest and honest, the big-eyed little monk who is known as the little living Buddha in Zhongzhou, smiled even more, nodded to the monk Pushan, instantly held his hand, and smiled and returned to the 'Zhiwei Building'.

Xu Xiaoxian broke free of the big-eyed little monk's hand and said with a smile: "What can the little master and Xiaodao trade with?"

The big-eyed little monk touched his neck, took off a sandalwood Buddha bead, and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, tomorrow you will climb the eighth floor of the 'Ruyi Building', I will help you change a 'three-pointed dragon beard' left in the Linglong pen wash by the former Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi, how about it?"

Xu Xiaoxian smiled.

How does this little bald head in front of him know that he is going to the eighth floor of the 'Ruyi Building' tomorrow?

Could it be that he is really the reincarnation of the Buddha, who has known for 5,000 years and 300 years?

The big-eyed little monk saw a trace of expression fluctuation in the eyebrows and eyes of the young monk hugging Pushan, and said softly: "My mother said that the eyebrows of ordinary eyebrow strokes are not good-looking.

In the world, only the 'three-pointed dragon whiskers' left in the exquisite brush wash by the former Confucian tycoon Wang Daozi can draw a good eyebrow line.

My mother said that if you use the 'three-pointed dragon whiskers' to dip the eyebrow powder, first brush from the eyebrow peak to the eyebrow tail, and then use the remaining powder to brush the eyebrows, the color of the eyebrows should be lighter than the eyebrow peak and the eyebrow tail, so that it will look comfortable and three-dimensional.

will reflect her national color and natural fragrance. ”

The big-eyed little monk in front of him came tens of thousands of miles away, could it be that he really wanted to help his mother's 'Lotus Bodhisattva' take the 'three-pointed dragon beard' as an eyebrow pencil?

The young monk of Baopu Mountain frowned.

The big-eyed little monk said: "Little Taoist, my mother is beautiful! If the eyebrows are painted more beautifully, I am afraid that the old abbot will not be able to hold it, and he will not read the scriptures."

Moreover, my mother said that I want to double cultivate with you. ”

Moment.

The corners of the young monk's mouth twitched.