The shower is at the beginning of the break, the mountains are clear and the water is clear, the ancient temple is full of green, the green pine is dripping, the mist lingers, the Sanskrit incense is slightly smoked, the wooden fish is steady, and the Sanskrit sound is sung. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A monk whose clothes were washed white was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, "Huh~Huh", he held the long pole of yellow bamboo with both hands, and every time he cleaned it looked very serious, like copying the calligraphy on the ground. The fallen leaves on the ground stuck to the bluestone floor, and sometimes it took three or four sweeps to bring it up, but he was not in a hurry, sweeping it one at a time.

"Xiyun, Master is looking for you. Out of the main hall came an old monk in his fifties, with a kind face, a tall figure, and very strong muscles and bones.

The sweeping monk raised his head, and it turned out to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he was handsome, with picturesque eyebrows, dark and clear eyes, and full of joy.

"Okay, Senior Brother Huiru. The young monk put the broom down.

The old monk smiled lightly, stepped down the three steps, took the broom, and swept it up.

In the main hall, there is only a statue of Buddha, on the right side of the ground futon sits a monk, drooping old, full of wrinkles, his left hand stands in front of him, his right hand smoothly beats the wooden fish, his eyes are slightly closed, the mouth is lightly recited, the treasure is solemn.

The young monk folded his hands and bowed, "Master, I'm here." ”

The old monk put down the mallet, his eyes were slightly open, and he was as deep as the sea, "Xiyun, it's time for you to go down the mountain." ”

The young monk was slightly stunned, "What are you going down the mountain for?"

The old monk said: "It doesn't matter what you want, do whatever you want, do nothing and do everything." ”

The young monk scratched the back of his head, "Master, I don't understand. ”

The old monk smiled slightly, "It's okay if you don't understand, you go straight down the mountain, and you will naturally understand when you should understand." ”

"Then can you not go down the mountain?" Xiyun grew up in the temple since he was a child, and he has never come down the mountain, so he can't help but feel a little worried in his heart.

The old monk looked straight and didn't say "it's okay".

Xiyun knew that it was a foregone conclusion when he saw Master's expression, but he thought about it and said, "Master, when can I come back?" Although he has never gone down the mountain, he doesn't know whether the mountain is good or bad, but everything in the temple on the mountain, every day to fetch water and sweep the floor, turn over a bunch of vegetables in the backyard, watch the clouds gather and disperse, listen to the wind and wind, but he loves it very much.

The old monk picked up the wooden fish mallet and knocked on Xiyun's blue and gray head, "You kid." Apparently read through his mind.

"Ouch. ”

"It doesn't matter when, you'll know when it's time to come back. The old monk finished speaking and closed his eyes.

You know? That's good. Regardless of whether the old monk could see it or not, Xiyun still bowed respectfully, and then happily withdrew.

Back in the backyard, he climbed the tall and stout longan tree.

There was a bird's nest on a horizontal branch, and there were three yellow velvet chicklings in the nest chirping, and they were not afraid to see Xiyun reaching out, but rushed to peck him first.

Xiyun smiled slightly, and said softly: "I'm going down the mountain, I'll come back to see you in a few days, and grow up quickly." He had a good idea in his heart, and the master said, "It doesn't matter when," and then you're welcome.

Xiyun stood at the gate of the mountain for a while, in front of him is a winding stone steps, the road is lush and green, behind him is the old temple gate, the holes on both sides are open, there is a wooden plaque on the door, writing the three words "Kuji Temple". The wood color is similar to the ink color, which is not easy to identify.

"I went. Muttering in a low voice, Xiyun thought in his heart: "Don't leave, it turns out that this is the case." "Don't look back, go down the mountain.

In the main hall, the wooden fish tuk tuk, Huiru and the master sit opposite each other and chant Buddha.

Huiru suddenly put down the mallet and opened her eyes, "Master, I forgot to ask the little junior brother to bring some silver." ”

The old Zen master continued to beat the wooden fish without opening his eyes, "That's okay, it's okay to get food." ”

"But the little junior brother didn't even bring a bowl. ”

The old Zen master's hand paused, "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and it doesn't hurt to be hungry." He continued to beat the wooden fish.

Huiru was stunned for a while, the little junior brother had never gone down the mountain, and he didn't know anything about the world, so he was afraid that it would be very harmful.

The red sun hangs in the west, the bright glow is gorgeous, and the sky is wide and wide.

Red Sleeves yawned and opened the two doors, ready to open, looked up to the west, and suddenly lifted his spirits, only to see that under the afterglow of the setting sun, a slender and tall figure strode along the street.

Red Sleeves was flushed with red on his face, his eyes widened wider and wider, and he unconsciously held his breath. The man got closer and closer, revealing a bald head in the light, his red sleeves and chest were stuffy, and he almost vomited blood, "Go, it's a monk!"

This monk is none other than Xiyun. He had strong feet, and he galloped all the way down the mountain, startled the monkeys and squirrels all over the mountain, and when he came down the mountain, he saw that the farmland was vertical and horizontal, green and lush, and there were several farmhouses, and the smoke curled up, and the dogs chased the chickens, which was very interesting.

When he was in the mountains, he saw a small town in the west, and after wandering through the countryside for a while, he set out to walk in the direction of the town. The town still has to go, lest the master can't answer a word when he asks after returning to the mountain, it will be bad.

High up in the hills, the town seemed so close that he almost made himself foolish until sunset.

Red Sleeves turned around and was about to enter the door, but he looked back at the bald head again, and then he got closer, and he could see it clearly, and he couldn't help but shout in his heart, "What a handsome monk." Seeing him in the dust, his eyes rolled, and he beckoned and shouted, "Hey, little monk, are you thirsty?"

"Uh-huh. Xiyun nodded again and again, can you not be thirsty? This is really a long time walking, not a drop of water.

"Are you hungry?"

"Uh-huh. ”

Red Sleeves was funny in his heart, this monk was so stupid, teasing him. He smiled and said, "Come on, we have a lot of good wine and good food here." ”

Xiyun was immediately overjoyed, and was worried that he didn't know where to drink water and eat, so he walked to the door, looked up, and said in his heart: "This place is called 'Drunken Red Mansion', and this name is a bit elegant." ”

"Donor?" Xiyun stepped closer and called cautiously. Although Kuji Temple is located on the top of Baizhang Mountain, the terrain is steep, but there are also occasional pious pilgrims ascending to worship the Buddha, so Xiyun also knows how to call others "donors".

"Ahh Red Sleeves exclaimed, and couldn't help but blush. It turned out that she was a little stupid when she saw Xiyun getting closer and closer, her face was like the moon, and her eyes were like stars.

Red sleeves was at a loss, at first he just wanted to tease the little monk, but at this time, he saw that his eyes were black and white, like a child, but he couldn't bear it. "Eh, little monk, do you know what this place is?"

Xiyun said suspiciously, "Drunken Red Mansion?"

"Yes. Do you know what the Drunken Red House is?"

"Huh?" Xiyun clasped his forehead, "Didn't you ask me if I was thirsty or hungry......?"

Red Sleeves suspected that the little monk was pretending to be stupid, but when he looked closely at his eyes, he felt that he was not pretending. Forget it, just send him away. Unexpectedly, someone next to him suddenly said: "Hey, the monk also came to visit the Qinglou." ”

Red Sleeves turned his head to look at it, it turned out that the young master of the Chen family came with a servant escort, and hurriedly greeted him, "Young Master Chen is here, please inside, please inside, this monk is in the wrong place." ”

The Chen family is the largest landlord in the town, Young Master Chen is in his early twenties, his facial features are also upright, his face is slightly fat, but his belly is very big, and he is wearing a black and gold robe and pullover, which looks very magnificent. He smiled and pinched the little face with red sleeves, and said, "The longer the little red sleeves are, the more beautiful they are, when will Grandma let you accompany the guest?"

Red Sleeves laughed.

Young Master Chen glanced at Xiyun and said, "Little monk, what are you doing here?"

Xiyun said: "I'm hungry and thirsty. ”

Young Master Chen laughed, turned his head and said to the guards behind him, "This monk is really interesting. ”

The men laughed along and said, "Funny, funny." ”

At this time, many townspeople also came to this drunken red mansion, and when they saw Xiyun, they were all amused, and they all said: "Interesting." ”

Young Master Chen thought about it, smiled, and said, "Little monk, how about I invite you to dinner?" As he spoke, he held Xiyun's left hand and brought it in.

Red Sleeves hurriedly stopped, "Young Master Chen, I can't help it, he is a monk." ”

Xiyun didn't understand, what happened to the monk?

Young Master Chen was in a hurry, so he couldn't let others stop him, brushed away his red sleeves, and scolded: "Stinky girl, don't be nosy." ”

The red sleeves stumbled and almost fell, but he was held by a hand behind him, and it turned out to be the monk.

Xiyun frowned and looked at Young Master Chen, "Why are you pushing her?"

Young Master Chen was stunned, when did this monk go over there, but he laughed, "It's okay, it's okay, little red sleeves, good wine and good food are ready quickly, chicken, duck and fish, there is no less." ”

Many guests rushed to coax, "Hurry up and prepare, hurry up and prepare, don't slack off the little master." ”

Xiyun and Young Master Chen sat at a table in the middle, but they felt strange, and the people next to them all looked at this with a smile.

The dishes come up one by one, sweet and sour carp, sauce elbow, salt and pepper shrimp, white chopped chicken, big roast duck, stir-fried pork belly, fragrant.

Xiyun looked embarrassed.

Young Master Chen looked at him for a long time, and the people next to him also looked playful. Go to the Qinglou, eat wine and meat, what a monk!

Young Master Chen raised his eyebrows, "Eat, you're welcome." ”

Xiyun frowned slightly, hesitating and not moving his chopsticks.

Young Master Chen's expression was cold, "What's the matter, don't give me the face of the surname Chen!"

The faces of the people next to him changed, Young Master Chen is here to be windy and rainy, and if he offends him, there is absolutely no good fruit to eat.

Xiyun said: "It turns out that your surname is Chen. ”

The person next to him was stunned, could it be that the two didn't know each other?

At this time, Red Sleeves hurriedly came up with a bowl of white rice, which was covered with a few green vegetable leaves and a piece of tofu.

Xiyun was overjoyed, "This is exactly what I usually eat." ”

"Smack"

Young Master Chen waved his hand, and before Xiyun could catch it, the bowl of food was knocked to the ground.

Red Sleeves was glared at by Young Master Chen, and hurriedly stepped back.

Xiyun frowned and said, "Why did you knock over this good bowl of rice?"

Young Master Chen shouted: "Little monk, you can sit and eat the big fish and meat on this table, and you can only eat the green vegetables and tofu on the ground, you can only eat it on your stomach, you can choose it yourself." ”

Xiyun didn't seem to hear it, pulled out a chair, squatted down, picked up the rice and greens and put them back in the bowl, and carefully picked up each grain of rice.

The people next to him looked at each other, couldn't make a sound, and their hearts were a little shaken, and they secretly thought: This monk is young, but he can bend down and pick up food in front of everyone, but it is commendable.

Young Master Chen's face was ugly, and when he saw that Xiyun had picked up the last grain of rice, he was about to stand up with the rice bowl, and shouted, "Lying on his stomach!" A guard next to him immediately stepped forward and pressed his right hand down on Xiyun's shoulder.

Xiyun's shoulders were heavy, and he half-leaned over.