Chapter 299

Deep in the backyard of Guocheng temple, the quiet meditation room is covered with winter snow. There is a small mud stove with taro cooked in the pot, emitting a faint food smell.

Zen son was sitting on the couch, reading through an oil lamp.

He held two volumes of books in his hand, one was a collection of poems by the emperor and the other was a half garden food list.

I don't know how he can watch two books with different contents at the same time, or why he needs lighting.

Zen Zi suddenly felt something and looked up at the oil lamp.

The next moment, the oil lamp was cut perfectly, and a tiny lamp flower suddenly burst out on the long twist.

Although tiny, it is still beautiful and moving.

"Tiannv scattered flowers?"

Zen Zi was in a slightly different mood and thought, which martial uncle came out of the Tallinn to preach to his disciples?

He has a very high rank in Zen. Not to mention Guocheng temple, even if he looks at the 72 ancient temples facing the sky on the mainland, only a few people are qualified to be his martial uncles.

He suddenly thought of the letter written by Zhao Layue, and felt that it should be the direction of the vegetable garden. His expression changed slightly, so he called monk Du hai to the meditation room.

In Guocheng temple, except him, only the monk crossing the sea, the chief of the law hall, knows the origin of Liu's ten years old.

"Go to the vegetable garden yourself..."

Zen Zi thought for a moment and said, "don't disturb that little guy."

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When Liu was ten years old, he went out of the house and saw Xiao He standing in the cold wind in a single jacket, staring at the pile of cabbage in the corner of the wall and asked, "what's the matter?"

Xiao he saw that he woke up and said uneasily, "Yan Fu hasn't come to pick up vegetables for three days."

Liu was ten years old and asked, "how many days have I been settled?"

Xiao He said, "three days."

For the great virtuous monks of Zen, it is normal to settle for a long time or a short time.

Liu was silent at the age of ten.

A few days ago, all his mind was in the interpretation of the Scriptures, so he didn't pay attention to many things. In retrospect, he naturally knew that it was wrong.

Even if this is Guocheng temple, the factotum in the kitchen can't have such profound Buddhist knowledge.

Yan Fu could not be a real worker, so who is he?

"When I was a child, I often followed my grandmother to listen to the master's Buddhist sutra stories. In those stories, eminent monks often turned into old women to enlighten the lost world."

Xiao He was uncertain and said, "could that... Be an eminent monk in the temple?"

When Liu was ten years old, he also read many similar Buddhist stories. He thought that if it was true, Zen would treat himself very well and was very moved.

To prove it, he left the garden and went to the temple.

The front yard of Guocheng Temple often contacts with people, and visits are not forbidden. Moreover, the Zhike monk knows that he is a farmer in the vegetable garden, so naturally he has not been stopped.

When Liu was ten years old, he went through many temples to the stove room. He found that it was very cold today. He murmured, "what's the matter?"

A fat monk sweeping the floor said, "it's Chinese New Year today."

Liu was ten years old and asked, "is the big monk celebrating the new year?"

The fat monk said angrily, "of course we are, but those Kitchen helpers are going to celebrate the New Year!"

There was a faint sound of firecrackers outside the temple. It was thought that the tenant workers were drinking.

When Liu was ten years old, he thought he was different from Xiao He. Yan Fu just went back for the new year and asked.

The fat monk wanted to drive him with a broom and said, "go! We don't have this person here. Why are you playing with me? "

Liu shisui thought so.

Thinking of the senior monk of Guocheng temple's Secret care for himself, he would not be angry because of the fat monk's rudeness. He smiled and said, "master, don't be angry."

The fat monk said angrily, "if butcher Zhang is dead, you also have pork to eat, but what about us? I can only eat the leftover steamed bread of last night! How can we not grieve! "

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Back in the garden, Liu shisui was preparing to tell Xiao He that she had prepared some delicious food for the new year.

One plate is the lightest boiled vegetable leaves, not even a drop of soy sauce, but a small plate of spicy tofu milk beside it.

There is a big bowl with the most greasy braised pig hooves. It should be the best soy sauce. The sugar is also cooked very well. The color is perfect. I want to be more delicious.

There is also a pot of pickled cabbage mutton vermicelli soup, yellow yellow, white white.

The best thing to see is shredded red oil tripe, sprinkled with dozens of scallions, which looks extremely attractive.

Liu likes to eat scallions when he is ten years old. His favorite food is scallion mixed with tofu.

Monks had better eat light.

Childe didn't say this to him. He learned it secretly.

Before living with him, Xiao He was already a rice friend. Naturally, he knew his preferences. He was not disappointed to see him sitting directly in front of tofu. He carefully rolled up his sleeves and was ready to pick up the whole pig's hoof bladder in the bowl with his hand and eat it happily.

When Liu was ten years old, he motioned her to wait a moment and turned into the kitchen.

Xiao He was a little surprised. He held up his hands and didn't know whether to put them down first or just wait.

A moment later, when Liu was ten years old, he came out of the kitchen, put two sets of dishes and chopsticks on the table, picked up the wine pot and filled two small cups.

Xiao he understood what he meant, quickly helped to straighten the chopsticks, and asked if he wanted to serve a meal.

Liu shisui told them to have two drinks before eating.

Xiao He responded with a good voice and deliberately made his voice crisp and charming, just to make him feel better.

Then he began to eat vegetables and drink. Liu and Xiaohe often put vegetables in two bowls at the age of ten.

After several times, Xiao He finally couldn't help asking, "I know this must be Mr. Yan, so this..."

Liu said at the age of ten, "he is the grandson of the West."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little low.

The two continued to eat with their heads down.

The room was quiet for a long time.

I don't know if Mr. Yan and Xi wangsun have eaten these dishes.

Xiao He ate very delicately. He didn't even hold the pig's hoof in his hand. He poked it slowly with chopsticks.

The atmosphere is a little depressing. It doesn't look like the new year at all.

She looked up at Liu ten years old and wanted to say something to make him happy.

Every festival, we must miss our relatives.

In Xiaohe's opinion, Liu should miss Jing Jiu when he was ten years old and deliberately said, "I don't know how Shenmo peak spent today."

"Well... The young master is not celebrating the new year."

When Liu was ten years old, he remembered clearly that when he was celebrating the new year in the village, Jing Jiu thought everything was very novel.

It was obviously his first contact with such a thing.

He seldom thinks about well nine, because well nine must be very good. Just as he doesn't worry about his parents, his parents have always been in good health and have a good meal.

The sound of firecrackers in the distance sounded again, and the night was coming.

When Liu was ten years old, he thought of the senior master whose pseudonym was Yin Fu, and suddenly missed him. He didn't know when he would meet again.

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In the most remote part of the law Hall of Guocheng temple, there is a retreat room called Baishan.

Yin San and Xuanyin sat on a futon in monk's clothes, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside the temple and looking at each other, they all felt a little bored.

I don't know why they didn't leave Guocheng temple, but disguised as monks in the temple and hid here.

"In order to teach him to read scriptures, he was almost found. Real man, why do you bother?"

Xuanyin looked at him and said.

Yin San smiled and didn't explain anything.

He has been a good teacher all his life.

He is the most outstanding teacher in the spiritual world. He taught three Tongtian by himself, and all of them betrayed him.

He has not taught anyone anything for many years. It is inevitable that he misses it. Reason is defeated by sensibility again, so he has lectured these days.

Or this is Liu shisui's chance with him.

It's a pity that the Buddhist Scripture Liu learned at the age of ten is about emptiness, and what he wants to learn is birth and death.

There is a black bronze Buddha statue in the Baishan room, holding all kinds of magic instruments, with a solemn and powerful breath.

If ordinary people look at this Buddha statue, they will naturally feel awe. Yin San and Xuanyin ancestors naturally don't feel this way.

There are no offerings in front of the Buddha, only three bowls of water.

The bowl was made of some kind of skull inlaid with silver, giving off a mysterious smell.

The night gradually deepened, the sound of firecrackers sounded again, and then the distant bell sounded.

Guocheng temple does not celebrate the new year, but the monk rings the bell every day, which announces the arrival of the new year.

Yin San opened her eyes, got up and walked to the Buddha.

Xuanyin ancestor followed.

The bell kept ringing.

That's the sound of time.

Yin San said with emotion, "the past is like this."

Old Xuanyin was sad and said, "so he didn't give up day and night."

Yin San said, "you must be happy."

With these words, he took up the water bowl and drank it.

Water splashed on the skirt.

Like wine.

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(Zetian Ji also wrote two dialogues with similar meanings, which were said by Qiushan Jun and Chen Changsheng.

Day and night these four words are my QQ signature in recent years.

In the past two years, I often think about some things, although I know that Sang Sang must be laughing at that time.

Qiushan and Changsheng are young, but Yin San is old.

The three words he said are the answers I can think of now. I hope more answers will appear in the future.)

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