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Chapter 957 The world laughs at me as crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through!

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    "Don't forget the purpose of our trip, the matter of morality, we have our own opinions."

    After finishing speaking, he looked at the young monk's table again.

    At this moment, the waiter downstairs came up with a bowl of steaming plain noodles, and gently placed the noodles in front of the young monk.

    "Master, take it easy!"

    "Thank you."

    The young monk slightly made a series, and then began to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the fine noodles in the bowl.

    But then he frowned slightly, because the existence of the bamboo hat seemed to be inconvenient, so in the eyes of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva and Kongkongzang Bodhisattva, the young monk slowly took off the bamboo hat on his head and put it down gently.  on the table.

    A very handsome face appeared in the eyes of Mahasthama and Kongkongzang Bodhisattva.

    This young monk's temperament is extremely dusty, with a clean head and a smile all the time. He is not like the compassion of ordinary Buddhas, but he is more holy and sage.

    However, the moment Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva and Xukongzang Bodhisattva saw clearly the appearance of the young monk, Qiqi's body trembled uncontrollably.

    "Golden cicada?"

    Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva exclaimed in surprise, causing the eighteen arhats to look at them one after another, and all of them changed their colors when they saw it.

    At the same time, there were messy footsteps on the stairs again.

    "Why are there no seats?"

    ?But the drunken young man also went upstairs for some reason, his drunken eyes were blurred, he staggered, twirled his fingers, and finally walked to the young monk's place with a drunken smile.

    "I'll just say it! Isn't there another place here."

    The drunk young man stumbled to the table and almost fell down, but finally sat down.

    He looked at the young monk, but he didn't look at him very much, and he didn't show any strange expression, he just looked at the noodles in the young monk's bowl.

    "Nice noodles."

    The young man lay on the table, sniffed the aroma of noodles in the air with his nose vigorously, and then yelled indistinctly downstairs.

    "Xiao Er, serve me a bowl of noodles too!"

    Fortunately, the mistress also came up at this time, holding a bottle of bamboo leaf green in his hand and placed it on the young man's table, at the same time he just heard the young man's request.

    "Okay! Wait a minute, officer!"

    The shop clerk quickly went downstairs with a towel on.

    At this time, the young man also opened the green bamboo leaf wine jar in front of him, sniffed it vigorously, and praised it again and again.

    "Good wine is strong enough!"

    The young man's bewildered and drunken eyes lit up, but he said to the young monk, "I invite you to drink."

    "I do not drink!"

    The young monk continued to eat his noodles.

    The young man shook his head, and muttered: "Don't monks drink alcohol? They say they can see through the world of mortals, but can this world of mortals see through?"

    No one made a sound, but everyone was attracted by this strange young man, including the people from Taoism and Taixue who were present.

    "What do you think? Master."

    The young man asked the young monk.

    The young monk did not speak, and continued to eat the noodles in the bowl, slowly.

    "It seems that you don't know either! Or do you mean you can't see through yourself?"

    The young man seemed to be talking to himself.

    At this time, one of the Eighteen Arhats couldn't see it anymore.

    "Daoji, don't you feel ashamed that you are so indulgent? Do you have the face to face my Buddha?"

    "What? Is this person a Zen monk?"

    At this time, even Taoists were surprised. Although they were skeptical looking at the young man's appearance, this was the eighteen arhats of Zen Buddhism speaking, so it is impossible to be fake.

    The Confucian people were also attracted, and they all looked over.

    Among all the people present, there were few people who had seen Ji Dian. At that time, Ji Dian was really dressed in rags, but his Buddha nature was profound.

    However, although the young man in front of him is quite destitute and sloppy, his loose long hair and handsome appearance are more like a down-and-out scholar. If Eighteen Arhats can't help but remind them, everyone will think this is a frustrated man.  Too educated.

    "Indulgence? If conforming to our heart is also considered indulgence, then who do we live for? Rules? Or principles? Life should be happy, death should be calm, life must be free! What do you think?"

    The young man said to the young monk.

    Ha ha ha ha"The young man is drunk and composed, and his behavior seems to be crazy.

    "It's a bunch of nonsense, I think you have fallen into a magic barrier!!"

    At this time, even Da Shizhi couldn't bear it anymore, and uttered angrily.

    "You're drunk." Crouching Tiger Arhat said.

    The young man shook his head.

    "Drunk? Hahahaha the so-called appearance is born from the heart, you see that I am drunk, so you are drunk."

    "you!!"

    Eighteen Arhats looked angry.

    "Sure enough, this person has been called a dizzy man. What does he say if he is not drunk?"

    The speaker was a young man who was a Taoist.

    "Shut up."

    An old man in Taoism glanced at Daoji lightly, and said to the disciples in the Taoism.

    "yes!"

    The Taoist young man immediately shut up.

    "The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through. The world thinks I'm drunk, but I see the world with drunk eyes"

    The drunken young man took a big gulp of his wine and put the wine jar down heavily.  "Happy! Happy!!"

    Xia Shang stood in the crowd of Taixue, because of the drunken young man, he was already unable to study the collection of poems in his hand.

    At this moment, when I heard the drunken young man talking wildly, I was taken aback for a moment.

    "This person seems to be insane and drunk, but there seems to be a mystery in his words, and there is a meaning of Buddha Zen. Who is he?"

    At this moment, the young monk finally finished eating the fine noodles in the bowl.

    "Are you really not going to drink?"

    The drunken young man held the wine jar and placed it heavily in front of the young monk, and said drunkenly.

    The young monk put down the bowl and chopsticks at this moment, and neatly placed the chopsticks in his hand on the empty bowl.

    He raised his head, stared calmly at the drunk young man, and after a while, he spoke softly.

    "I owe you for breaking your Buddha's heart."

    "I drank this glass of wine, after that, you and I will not owe each other."

    "There is no cause and effect anymore."

    After finishing speaking, the young monk glanced at the drunk young man lightly, then lifted the wine jar in front of him, and the wine fell into the young monk's mouth straightly like a waterfall like a thin line.

    One sip is one jar, one drink is all.

    "well!!"

    The drunken young people kept clapping their hands, seeming very happy.

    boom!

    Great Strength Bodhisattva slammed his palm on the table in front of him, and the table immediately cracked, spreading from a crack to the entire table, but the strange thing was that the table was cracked but not broken, broken but not collapsed.

    "Junior brother, restrain your anger."

    However, Bodhisattva Xukongzang appeared to be much calmer than Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta.

    "Hmph! Let's go!!"

    The Great Strength Bodhisattva left with a group of eighteen arhats in anger. For him, staying here is simply an insult to himself and a blasphemy against Zen.

    Simply out of sight and out of sight, the most important thing is that you are afraid that you will kill yourself.

    "Alas" Bodhisattva Kongkongzang sighed heavily, with a painful expression on his face, before leaving, he took a deep look at the young monk and the drunk young man.

    Li Xiuyuan, son of the golden cicada.

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