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Mongolia Chapter 72: The Meat and Wine Monk

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    Wuqing County is less than a hundred miles away from the capital and has a population of less than 100,000. It is an authentic small county. After the completion of Tianjin New Town, the place gradually became lively because it is a transportation hub connecting the capital and Tianjin, and there is also a majestic building here.  This temple was built under the decree of Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, and was built in the 10th year of Yongle.

    There are five entrances in front and back of the temple. When you enter the temple, you will face the Shanmen Hall, the Jialan Hall on the left, the Zhuanlun Hall on the right, the Pilu Hall and the Maitreya Buddha Hall in the middle, and the Mahavira Hall at the third entrance. There is also the Great Dharma Hall.  , Sutra Pavilion, Bell Tower, Living Room, Zen Room, Zhaitang, Dormitory, Release Pond and other Buddhist buildings, these buildings form a large-scale and orderly temple complex.

    Once this temple was built, it became a famous scenic spot around the capital.  Although there are many temples near the capital, only Longfu Temple was built by the emperor's decree and was designated as the Royal Incense Court. Buddhist emperors, concubines, royal family members, etc. came to offer incense only to this temple.  Because of this reason, Longfu Temple is also very popular with incense. There are dignitaries from the capital, traffickers and lackeys nearby, plus pilgrims who come to offer incense, and the population is dense.

    After more than a hundred years of expansion and renovation, the temple is now filled with towering ancient trees, refreshing and quiet; there are many temples and strong incense!

    The temple market formed in the square in front of the temple is also very large, and its bustling and bustling is no less than Qipan Street in the capital.  On every ninth and tenth day of the month, shacks are set up everywhere in the square in front of the temple, and merchants from around Wuqing County come here to sell food. In addition to department stores, food, antiques and entertainment, there are also flower markets, bird markets, etc.

    Although the outside of the temple is lively, there is a different scene inside. The bells echo in the temple for a long time, the monks in the temple are banging wooden fish, the Prime Minister is solemnly reciting scriptures, and the incense candles offered by the visitors are rising.  The mist of green smoke seems to have given the cassocks of the masters in the temple a layer of sacred brilliance, and the solemnity and solemnity of the Buddhist Zen forest are faintly growing.  All the pilgrims held their breath and walked quietly in this century-old temple.  Believers who were deeply devout to the gods and Buddhas in the sky bowed down in front of the Buddha statue, offered a stick of incense to the Bodhisattva, left some alms, and then left quietly.

    Suddenly, dozens of burly men walked in, carrying long bundles in their hands, like other people. When they saw so many Buddhist believers in the hall, they frowned at the same time. The leader stood on the steps with his hands upside down.  Go up and tell the person behind you, "Send someone to block the door and not let anyone in. Send some people into the hall and drive them out!"

    Everyone behind him bowed and sang "Yes, sir!" in unison.

    The sturdy men simultaneously untied one end of the long baggage in their hands, which looked like the handle of a long knife. For some reason, the blade was not untied. Some big men walked to the door to stop the pilgrims who were about to come in, while others entered  In the main hall, people shouted loudly, "This is the end of today's incense offering. All pilgrims should go out!"

    There was chaos in the main hall. The monks who were chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish looked at the tall men blankly. Obviously, this situation had never happened since the temple was built.  The pilgrims were even more excited. However, although some pilgrims were willing to go up and argue, they saw the menacing looks of those people, and they all carried knives. It seemed that they were either gangsters or wealthy slaves from some noble house in the capital, especially  It was the look in the eyes of those big men that made people feel chilly from the very core, and the pilgrims were reluctantly driven away.

    "How can this pure place of Buddhism allow you to be so presumptuous!"

    The leaders of the big men frowned, and when they looked up, a young monk with fine features walked up to him and asked him loudly.

    He looked at the monk carefully and saw that although he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had a majestic appearance and dignified demeanor, and he had the air of an eminent monk. He did not want to be rude. He bowed slightly and said, "I don't know what the master has to say."  ?¡±

    "I don't have any advice? I just want to ask you, why do you drive all the donors out?"

    When the leader heard that the monk spoke so rudely, he frowned even more and glared at the monk with sharp eyes. However, the young monk was fearless and stared at the leader, and their eyes collided in the air.  There was a series of sparks. The leader's eyes were full of murderous intent, but the little monk's eyes were full of fearlessness. After a moment of stalemate, the leader thought of his mission today and couldn't help but want to look away, but his inherent pride stopped him.  When he did this, his heart became even more furious.

    He was not an ordinary person. He had great power and could decide the life and death of many people at will. He resisted the urge to call someone to take down this monk who dared to be so stubborn in front of him. He took a deep breath.  Then he slowly spat it out, and although the anger in his heart was blazing, his tone became lighter, "Master, my wife and the old woman are coming to offer incense. They are of extremely high status and are women, soThere are many people with mixed eyesight. If there is a collision, these servants like us may die without redemption!  So it¡¯s better to ask Master to make it easier for you!  "

    "Before the Buddha, all living beings are equal. Everyone who comes to our Longfu Temple is a person who is devout to the Buddha. We will not look down on you because of your high status, nor will we turn you away because of your low status.  !¡±

    The little monk spoke back firmly. After hearing this, the leader's eyes shone with light. He pulled out his sword with a loud sound and slashed at him.

    All the pilgrims screamed, but the leader steadily stopped the knife on the young monk's forehead without cutting it. The leader narrowed his eyes slightly and said gloomily, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I will kill you."  It's as easy as crushing an ant."

    I don¡¯t know where the young monk¡¯s courage came from. Facing the cold knife shining in the sun, he didn¡¯t even blink. ¡°You are going to kill me today, and I am saying the same thing! You are not welcome in Longfu Temple!¡±

    "You don't know whether to live or die!" He reached forward with his hand, grabbed the collar of the young monk, and put the blade of the knife on his neck. "Say it again!"

    "Stop!"

    A tall woman walked in quickly, unbuttoned her neck collar with a movement of her fingers, her shoulders shook, and the silk cloak worth a thousand gold slipped down, revealing the tight-fitting arrow suit underneath. Behind her, a woman in the same well-dressed clothes quickly stepped forward to grab it.  He held the cloak that was about to fall to the ground in his hands.

    Seeing the woman come in, all the burly men standing around with swords bowed, looking extremely respectful.  "lady!"

    When the woman saw the situation in the temple, she frowned and said, "Don't be rude!"

    "Yes, madam!" The leader glared at the young monk and slowly loosened his collar.

    The tall woman clasped her fists at the young monk and said, "Master, forgive me. The people below don't understand the rules. Please forgive me for any offensive words! I'm here to apologize to the master!" The woman's clear voice was refreshing.

    The young monk looked at the words and deeds of the tall woman. Not only did he take a few more glances, he had grown up in Longfu Temple since he was a child. He had seen a lot of businessmen coming from the north and south, so his eyes were naturally very poisonous. He could see ordinary people with just a glance.  In terms of identity, for example, the burly man holding the sword just now must be an official figure. Looking at the faintly exposed scabbard, it actually looks like a Xiuchun knife. Could it be a Jin Yiwei?  But the identity of the girl in front of her is full of contradictions. She looks like a martial artist in her dress, but looks like a royal family member in her demeanor. This is really unbelievable.

    Although the young monk¡¯s guess was not correct, it was almost the same.  The leader was none other than the Jin Yiwei who was sent by Li Xiang to escort Zhang Qingying and the Queen Mother Zhang out of the capital to pay homage to the Buddha. He was responsible for the execution of Qian Ning, and the tall woman was naturally Zhang Qingying.

    Although Zhang Qingying¡¯s words were polite, the young monk refused to let them go: ¡°Ask them to move away, and don¡¯t stop others from offering incense and entering the Buddha!¡±

    Zhang Qingying was not worried, she just smiled faintly, "You must obey the master's words!" As she said this, she waved to Qian Ning and others, "You all retreat outside the hall and wait!"

    "Yes, ma'am!"

    Qian Ning and others had just retreated to the door when a beautiful middle-aged woman walked in with the support of two maids. "Old Madam!" Qian Ning and others bowed in unison again.

    That middle-aged beautiful woman is naturally Queen Zhang. Although she is only forty years old this year, she went out to worship Buddha. Zhang Qingying was called Madam by her servants, so she had to be called Old Madam.

    "Qingying, why does it take so long?"

    "Mom, there was a little misunderstanding here, and the child has already taken care of it." Zhang Qingying said with a smile on her face.

    Along the way, because the two of them spent more time in contact, Empress Zhang gradually got to know this daughter-in-law with the same surname. Zhang Qingying was kind-hearted and straightforward. She showed her thoughts on her face and never hid it.  This was really valuable to Empress Zhang who had been fighting for favor in the harem all her life, so gradually, Empress Zhang fell in love with this daughter-in-law.

    Zhang Qingying had never had a mother since she was a child. If Empress Zhang behaved a little better to her, she would naturally become more submissive to Empress Zhang. On the way, she served Empress Zhang as her own mother. As time went by, the relationship between the two gradually improved.  Get in harmony.

    At this time, an old monk walked out of the main hall, with a kind face and kind eyes. When he saw Queen Zhang, he was stunned for a moment, then took two steps to greet her, "Amitabha, Your Majesty female donor, the poor monk is polite!"

    "Abbot Huikong, the Ai family has not been here for several years. How is your health?"

    "Thank you for your concern, female benefactor!" Abbot Huikong didn't expect that Queen Zhang came to Longfu Temple wearing common people's clothes. Naturally, he didn't know that Queen Zhang didn't want to alarm the local government, especially the ministers in the court. In ancient times, the royal family traveled  There are many rules and they are extremely complicated, but the noble ladies in the palace want to be alone.?Traveling is almost impossible. Basically, we accompany the emperor on cruises.

    Queen Zhang walked to Abbot Huikong and lowered her voice and said, "The Ai family left the palace secretly this time just to pray for my prince. I hope the abbot will not make any announcement!"

    "The poor monk knows it." Abbot Huikong said to the young monk, "Zhixing, go and clean some clean dining halls in the back!"

    The young monk looked at Queen Zhang in surprise. He had grown up here, and Queen Zhang had accompanied Emperor Hongzhi to Longfu Temple several times. He had seen her in person, and he naturally recognized Queen Zhang's identity at a glance.  "Yes, master!" Zhixing accepted the order in a low voice. Before turning around, he looked at Zhang Qingying with equally surprised eyes. Could this woman be the current queen?

    "May the emperor be in the land of paradise in the west, and the Buddha will come before you to bless our Ming Dynasty with abundant grains and prosperous livestock; may our Ming Dynasty have good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people! May the emperor be in good health and be free from disasters" Empress Zhang whispered in front of the Buddha statue.  After praying three times, she slowly stood up, and behind her came the clear voice of Abbot Huikong.

    "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and survived all the hardships, Relic. Color is not different from emptiness. Emptiness is not different from color. Color is emptiness. Emptiness is color. The same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness. Relic  , all dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing, so there is no color in the air, no feelings, thoughts, actions, consciousness, no eyes, ears, mouth, nose, tongue, body and mind"

    At this time, Zhang Qingying also clasped her hands together, knelt in front of the Buddha statue, closed her eyes and prayed silently in her heart, "May the Buddha forgive my husband's crime of killing. Those things were not what he wanted to do in his heart, and he had no choice If the Buddha really wanted to  Blame, I, Zhang Qingying, am willing to bear all the sins of my husband"

    In the night sky, a bright moon shone in the ancient temple of Longfu Temple. After finally coming out of the palace, Zhang Qingying naturally did not want to sit in the Zen room. She led Qu Hong to wander around the temple.

    Wandering around, I came to a pavilion, where there was a big stone table. Sitting beside the stone table was a young monk wearing a blue robe, with his head shaved and his hands clasped together, very pious.  He looked at the stone table, still muttering something in his mouth.

    Zhang Qingying walked over and took a look. Isn¡¯t this the intellectual monk from the daytime?  Just listen to that wisdom whose face is filled with compassion and whose treasures are solemn.

    "Namo Amitaba, Dattagada, Dade can overwhelm him, Amilidu, Bawei, Amilida, Siyubawe, Amilida, Vigolandi, Amilida, Wei  Golanda, Gamini, Gacaina, Gedi, Gali, Sivaha.¡±

    "Little monk, what are you doing?" Zhang Qingying couldn't help but be curious.

    "Recite the mantra of rebirth!"

    "Rebirth mantra? Who are you trying to save?" Zhang Qingying looked around.

    "Two of them!" Zhixing pointed to the two packages on the table.

    Only then did Zhang Qingying find two oil paper bags on the stone table, which smelled faintly of soy sauce.

    Zhixing slowly opened the two oil paper bags. One contained smoked chicken, and the other contained soy pig trotters, both of which were cut.

    Zhang Qingying was stunned and speechless. Qu Hong behind her smiled, "Are you a fair-weather monk?"

    Zhixing ignored Qu Hong¡¯s ridicule and very elegantly broke off a chicken leg and put it into his mouth. He took a bite of the chicken and nodded while eating, apparently very satisfied with the taste.  After he quickly finished a chicken leg, he took another half of a pig's trotter and said while eating.

    "You can live your whole life freely, so why bother to restrict yourself with these rules and regulations!"

    Now even Zhang Qingying couldn¡¯t help laughing out loud, ¡°Little monk, aren¡¯t you allowed to eat meat?¡±

    "Then what should we monks eat?" Zhixing asked.

    ¡°Of course I¡¯ll eat some rice and vegetables. I remember you can also eat tofu¡±

    "Then why can't monks eat meat?"

    Zhang Qingying thought for a while, "Well I guess the monks are not allowed to kill."

    "Where does white rice come from? It comes from rice. But who said that rice is lifeless and eating it is not considered killing?"

    Zhang Qingying was immediately speechless by the argument. After a while, she smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I know you are just quibbling. My husband often does this too. He always talks about things with some fallacious reasoning and asks you to argue."  It¡¯s indiscernible. How do you say that sentence? Oh Now that I think about it, it¡¯s a sophistry"

    Zhi Xing wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeve and nodded slightly to Zhang Qingying, "Your husband is also a wonderful man!"

    When she heard someone praising Li Dong, Zhang Qingying wanted to be humble, but she immediately realized that Li Dong was also a wonderful person, wasn't she just praising him as a wonderful person?  She pointed at Zhixing angrily, "YouI still don¡¯t know.  .  .  "

    Zhang Qingying suddenly heard a woman crying from the backyard. She immediately stopped talking, wondering who was crying.

    Apparently the wise monk also heard the cry, and sighed with sadness on his face, "Amitabha," Then he closed his eyes and recited some unknown scriptures.  After reading a few words, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a cunning look in his eyes, and looked at Zhang Qingying with some joy.

    "The female donor saved a life and built a seven-level pagoda. Her merits are immeasurable."
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