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Volume 4: Burning Immortal Valley 117. A young monk came from the west

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    ps: I will continue working on the second update.  .  .  .  .  The little monk's forehead was shining brightly, and his eyes were dark and bright, shining brighter than the stars in the sky. He was only four feet tall and was neatly dressed in a white cassock. He held a string of rosary beads in his right hand.  He held a copper-colored alms bowl in his left hand, with an honest expression.  When the young monk first went out, he carried a metal Zen staff, but later he couldn't bear the hunger, so he sat in a restaurant and had a big meal. After eating, he remembered that he didn't have any money. After thinking about it, he thought about what he had with him.  The hardware Zen staff was a good thing, so the young monk gave it to the shopkeeper as cooking money.  The shopkeeper was delighted when he saw the young monk. Surprisingly, he didn't let the waiter storm off with a cold face. He happily accepted the hardware Zen staff and didn't attack the young monk with evil intentions, although he didn't see the hardware as a Zen staff.  What kind of material is it made of, but it is estimated to be worth a lot of money, especially since my mother-in-law keeps chanting about Bodhisattva all day long, so she showed kindness and found a lot of gold and silver ingots from the young monk, and used them as incense money to worship Buddha in the temple.  .  The young monk was called "little master" several times by the shopkeeper, and he was respectfully sent out of the restaurant. The waiter looked at his shopkeeper's behavior this time well, it was a bit abnormal. When the young monk left, he had to remind him a few words. As soon as he opened his mouth  Over there, he was kicked far away by the shopkeeper. He sat on the ground for a long time without getting up.  The little monk had money, his little face bloomed like a sunflower, and he kept talking all the way. He was holding either a candied haws, a candied man, or a chicken leg or something, and the food in the alms bowl was still meaty.  I'm not hungry, and I've gained some weight.  Of course, the young monk was too young. The master said that he could not drink yet. Drinking would be too much trouble. Besides, the young monk drank wine once, but it was so spicy that he almost vomited it all out. But when he thought that that glass of wine was worth a lot of money, the young monk  The monk thought that the master had always been frugal and the cassocks he wore were all patched, so he refrained from spitting out the wine and swallowed it slowly.  "Food and wine have passed through the intestines, but they remain in the heart of the Buddha." This is a saying that the master who was drunk all day long kept saying. The young monk didn't understand it before he came down the mountain, but he understood it later.  There are many temple thieves in the Western Region of the entire world of cultivation. If you draw a map and point out the location of the temples, the map will be so densely packed that it looks like ants crawling on it. However, most of the temples in the Western Region are not separated into different families. Most of them belong to the Little Bright Holy Land.  There are many miracles in places where some holy monks are practicing hard now or in the past.  The little monk had not been to many temples along the way, and he was not very happy to enter the temple. The big monks looked respectful to him and shouted to him one after another. However, the food was too bad when eating, so he didn't  It's better to feed yourself something good than to eat well on the mountain. Although the cooking by the master is also quite unpalatable, at least you can eat some meat or something. The great monks in these temples always make themselves eat cabbage and the like.  , there is no oily smell at all, the little monk is not used to eating it.  Slowly leaving the Western Regions, there were fewer temples, but the money on the young monk's body was slowly running out, and the young monk was quite distressed about this.  Finally, the young monk remembered that he was a monk. How could a monk give money when he ate? It was called alms when a monk ate. Of course, this was all taught by the master. The master said that he had gone down the mountain once in the past and had never given money for meals.  Of course, the places where the young monk went to beg for alms were mostly big restaurants and hotels. After wandering around the door, the young monk handed over his alms bowl and said, "Young monk comes to beg for alms. If you give alms, you will be rewarded in the next life." These words come from a person.  When the cute little monk with red lips said this, many waiters in restaurants were stunned and couldn't get angry. They all took the alms bowl and filled it with delicious food, and the little monk would raise it.  With a smile on his face, he took the alms bowl and replied with a smile: "The donor is kind-hearted and will be rewarded generously." Later, the young monk went to a restaurant to ask for alms. The waiter led the young monk to the lobby and said, "Master, please wait a moment," and then  I went to the kitchen to serve some food to the little monk.  There were many different religions and factions in the restaurant, discussing one after another that a demon had appeared in the east recently, and that demon was very powerful in killing people. As a result, things became more and more troublesome, and many people had already ran away.  "Monks are merciful." The young monk did not recite the Buddha's name. This was what the master said. When he saw the master on the mountain reciting the Buddha's name, he recited it along with it. As a result, the master slapped him on the forehead and told him to say it.  fart.  The little monk remembers whether to eat or not, and he recited it several times later, but no matter whether the master was around or not, as long as he thought about it, he would slap him on the forehead. The slap made the little monk burst into tears. The master couldn't hit him at all.  It's not light, it hurts.  After being beaten a few more times, the little monk knew not to chant the Buddha's name. Of course, the master had never chanted the Buddha's name. In the words of the master, there was no need to get close to the bald man. Although the little monk didn't know who the bald man was, he listened to the master.  If you say you don¡¯t miss it, we won¡¯t.  The little monk doesn¡¯t know howWhen it comes to fighting, my master didn't teach me any skills when I was in the mountains. He only taught me how to eat, such as being a beggar's chicken. This is what my master is best at. My uncle has taught me a lot of things, but  The young monk kept talking about food, so he didn't remember it.  A demon appeared in the east. The little monk remembered that when he was going down the mountain, the master asked him what he was going down to do. Seeing his uncle standing on the side, the little monk honestly said that he was going down the mountain to slay the demon, but the master slapped him without saying a word.  He landed on his forehead and said, "Fuck your grandma!"  The little monk suddenly frowned. If he didn't say this, his uncle would have spanked him. The uncle's big butt was not like the master's slap on the head. The one used was wicker, and it always hurt when slapped on the butt.  Of course, a good monk cannot suffer the immediate loss, so the young monk changed his mind and said that he would go down the mountain to eat big meat and drink big wine.  The master then smiled happily, touched his head with his big hand and said, "This is my disciple." Of course that night, the master spanked him again with a wicker stick, which made the young monk very distressed.  Before going down the mountain, the master and the disciple squatted on the ground and had a long talk. The master monk felt that when his disciple went out, he had to make some arrangements. Of course, he just made the arrangements verbally.  "Apprentice, please be careful when going down the mountain. The master will explain the situation at the bottom of the mountain today so that you can be mentally prepared in advance. Don't go blind after going down the mountain. The foot of the mountain is not as good as the mountain. If something happens, the master can still take care of you  " The little monk thought that the master was talking nonsense again. You were nowhere to be seen when I was spanked by my uncle. How dare you say that you are taking care of me?  Of course, the young monk still knows that respecting teachers and respecting Taoism. At most, he only criticizes one or two words in his heart, but he dare not say it out loud. Uncle Master's ears are very good, and he has whispered these two words to Uncle Master several times.  I didn't even hear it clearly, so my uncle caught me and beat me severely that night. I was so miserable that I howled in the middle of the night.  After doing this several times, the young monk will know what words can be said out loud and what words can only be muttered in his heart.  "There is a kind of dominatrix at the foot of the mountain. You have to be careful. Master, I was invincible in the world with a pair of fists, but in the end I was forced by the dominatrix to go back to the mountain and suffer" When the great monk said this, he sighed, as if he was really doing it back then.  was beaten up.  "Master, you can't beat the dominatrix?" the young monk asked curiously.  "No way! Although the dominatrix is ??powerful, the master is even more powerful. What can I tell you? It's not that the master can't do it, but that dominatrix is ??too powerful. It's not that the master can't beat her, but he can't beat her" The great monk  Gave some explanation.  "Master cannot defeat the hag Yaksha." The young monk kept it in his heart.  The two masters and apprentices were squatting on the mountain in an inelegant posture, looking like they were squatting in a pit to drop bombs. A few years ago, the great abbot of the mountain was willing to come and sit on the back mountain, but later he was not willing to come. The great abbot has a distinguished status, and every time  When I deigned to come, I didn't even have a place to sit. I could only squat down and talk to the great monk for a few words, but the great monk was not willing to listen. This made the great abbot of Qianshan feel so embarrassed that he stopped coming because of shame.  "This is what the monk in the front mountain prepared for you. It's worthless at first glance, but no matter how you say it, it's the bald man's intention. When you go down the mountain to the front mountain, say hello and let the bald man be okay.  Come and sit down, don¡¯t tell me, I really miss the bald head after not seeing the master for so long, and the aunt from the Bodhisattva Courtyard, who held you and breastfed you when you were a child, so she has been kind to you in your upbringing. This is a big deal  Well, of course the master has raised you all these years and made you fat and white" The big monk went off topic while talking, but the little monk was used to it. After the big monk finished talking for a long time, he nodded and said: "  I'm going to see my senior brother. Do you want to bring some gifts or something? " "Bring some. I still have a few taels of silver. Go to the foot of the mountain and buy some fruit and take it with you. Don't bring it with you like last time.  "That's a lot of pounds of pork. Besides, your senior brother is a vegetarian and doesn't eat meat. Next time you have some meat, bring it to the master, and he will make braised pork for you." When talking about the embarrassing thing the little monk did last time, the big monk looked a bit sinister.  .  "Okay." The little monk nodded.  "That's all I have to say. Don't let yourself suffer when you go down the mountain. If you're hungry, just sell this Zen staff. It's not suitable for you to hold." The great monk glanced at the mountain in front of him that had been worshiped for who knows how many years.  He was wearing a metal Zen staff. Looking at the height of the little monk, this Zen staff was a bit tall, two or three heads taller than the young monk. Seeing that it didn¡¯t match the young monk, he said something casually.  When the young monk went down the mountain, he dragged his Zen staff. The alms bowl and beads were placed in the baggage on his back. The two senior monks stood on the mountain and watched the young monk leave with difficulty.  "My suggestion just now is good, isn't it? This Zen staff looks very laborious." The great monk scratched his head and said.  The great monk stood silently in front of him, the three most precious treasures of Buddhism.?I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a good thing or a bad thing to be taken down the mountain like this.
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