The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 16: East, West, South, North
Chapter 16 East, West, South and North
Update time: 2013-03-27
The two religions of Buddhism and Taoism have been arguing for thousands of years. It is like forming a big quagmire. The sages of the two religions in the past can not avoid the vulgarity. After several rounds of smashing, there are few people who can be recognized by later generations to be able to get out of the silt without getting stained. For nearly a hundred years, a monk in white clothes who travels to the west has been out of Buddhism. Secondly, the embarrassment of the Buddha at the bottom. It is a pity that the epiphany said that after this world, it was a huge impact on the monks in white clothes and the two Buddhist temples. This tall monk once said with a smile that the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is like two old farmers in the village grabbing water to irrigate the fields. The water source is the same, but after all, the amount of water is so much. The family’s crops will be better harvested. If you fight for water, naturally you have to bump your mouth first. If you can’t persuade the other side, then you can’t use your fists. It’s really impossible. Whoever has a good relationship with the pavilion will let the official with weapons in hand. kill.
Naturally, while the white-clothed monks laughed at themselves, they also insinuated that the Taoist Dragon Tiger Mountain was close to the court and was favored by the emperor. From the imperial palace down to the rivers and lakes and markets, he initiated as many as six extermination campaigns in history. In the past two times, the white-clothed monk fought alone on the golden dome of the Taoist ancestral garden with more than a dozen great Taoist real people. They all won by similar means of killing one thousand enemies and hurting oneself eight hundred. One party won a big victory and will suffer countless criticisms afterwards. Only this monk in white clothes who never said everything won staggering. Even the arrogant old gods of Longhushan just smiled bitterly, without too much grudge, these In Nian, however, some real people outside of Longhushan often quoted the principles of Buddhism, writings criticized against Buddhism, and went to Liangchan Temple to find the theory of monks in white clothes. How to ask, I didn't talk about it.
Two bald monks, one big and one small, are basking in the sun outside the thatched hut on the back mountain of the Liangchan Temple. It’s too close to the forbidden forest of steles, there are few visitors, and there is no smell of incense in the temple that is so strong that it can’t hide the nose. There is a vegetable garden and chicken coop behind the hut, and there are two peach blossoms in front of them. Jiangtao was planted when the daughter of a middle-aged monk was born. Later, he did not know where he kidnapped a little idiot, Wu Nanbei, and replanted a weeping peach tree. The back mountain was shaded, the peach tree grew slowly, and the branches were sparse. At this moment, the branches are green and the small flowers are far from plump.
Every year for two children’s birthdays, the stupid nanny in the north and south will carry a kitchen knife, drag the two children born on the same day and the same year to the peach tree, and carve marks according to their height. Earlier, Li Dongxi was a girl and developed early. , She sprints fast, every birthday is as happy as a siskin, chirping non-stop, and constantly touching the little bald head in the north and south, making fun of him as a short winter melon. Unfortunately, Feng Shui takes turns, when she steps into a girl, When he became a teenager, Li Dongxi was not unhappy. Now Wu Nanbei is taller than her, which makes Miss Li a little melancholy. In the future, if the stupid Nanbei grows so tall as her father, wouldn't it be necessary to touch her on tiptoe? Holding his head?
The little monk does not need to teach the Scriptures today, and tomorrow will replace the master to the Lotus Golden Summit of Longhu Mountain. Stage fright, He just asked depressed: "Master, tomorrow I will go to Longhu Mountain to quarrel with them, why are there Taoist priests coming up the mountain to talk to you."
The white-clothed monk was lying on a wicker chair, stroking his bald head, and saw his wife walking out of the hut to wash her clothes, and said firmly: "Up and down the mountain, I know that your teacher is good at hand, come here to eat."
The little monk is really stupid. He said sincerely, "Huh? So, why did you carry your wife yesterday and said that the plate of spring-biting green chives had too much salt. Ask me for water. I think the saltiness is moderate. However, these Taoist priests are too accustomed. Although the visitors are guests, the master and his wife have cooked a table of food, and they have eaten the food, and they have to fight with you. They screamed in their ears, led them to the back of the house and asked them to take their fists to talk about the truth, then scolded the master and beat the master. In the end, the master had to smile and say that ours is not, alas, this world."
The white-clothed monk's shoulder was screwed viciously by the woman. What is King Kong's invincibility? This bald-headed uncle frowned and his face was pitiful. When the daughter-in-law holding the basin walked away with a cold hum, he lightly patted the stupid apprentice on the head, stared at the smoke, and did not say aloud to reprimand the little monk for lack of eyesight.
Stupid north and south scratching his head, indeed, as Dongxi has always said, it is very slippery and not slippery, like a wooden fish. The little monk sighed and said, "Master, can I do it? When the quarrel is lost, if the old abbot doesn't even send us the copper, then the teacher will definitely blame me."
The most exhausted middle-aged monk said irresponsibly: "The old abbot said you can do it, can you say it will do?"
The little monk hesitated: "Well, it’s not good, right? The old abbot saw that someone didn’t say good things. The great monk from Tianzhu who came to Tianzhu six months ago said he wanted to build a temple. The old abbot agreed without saying a word. Abbot Huixian, who had been greedy for many years, was so angry. Also, a month ago, Uncle Falin said that he would return to the vulgar and be a monk. He would go to the mountain to be a butcher who drinks and eats meat. Such a big one. In fact, the old abbot just smiled and said to do it. Also, the eight-year-old Junior Brother Yong Fa ran to the old abbot’s meditation room two days ago and said he would urinate there if he didn’t give sugar. The old abbot agreed differently. ."
The white-clothed monk gave a quiet voice and asked, "If things say you can do it, can you do it?"
Stupid Nanbei's eyes lit up, and he grinned and said with a silly smile: "I think it's OK."
The white-clothed monk didn't get angry and said: "Then what are you talking about, you go and see how things are going to help you organize your bags, my girl has never treated me like this, I am upset when I see you, go and go."
The little monk muttered: "Master, you won't go down the mountain for a long journey."
Seeing the master staring, Ben Nan Bei hurriedly lifted his **** from the small bench, spread his feet and ran to the simple thatched hut. When trotting, he wore the monk's robe that was so cleanly cleaned by his wife and his two wide cuffs. Slowly and precariously, without causing dust.
The white-clothed monk closed his eyes and lazily said: "Master has walked tens of thousands of miles in one trip, and he has walked the whole life."
There are three rooms in the hut. The room in the north and south is right next to Li Dongxi. Except for a bed, a table, a stool, a blue lamp, and a few Buddhist scriptures on the table, there are no extra objects in the hut. The mess of pots and pans in Master and Master’s room, and the scattered beloved things in Li Dongxi’s boudoir, are in stark contrast. Li Xixi sat on a narrow wooden bed with neatly stacked quilts, and tossed a simple linen bag. In fact, there were only a few changes of clothes, but she stuffed some copper coins and broken silver that she asked for from her mother. , Half of them bought Buddhist scriptures for Ben Nanbei, and others asked him to go down the mountain to buy some cheap rouge gouache, genius and beauty novels, and small carved makeup boxes. She was worried about whether the money was enough to spend, she wrinkled small. The brow, that expression is exactly the same as her father. Wu Nanbei couldn't make a sound when he saw it, but just hid in joy.
"Hey, stupid north and south, Xu Fengnian gave me this red sandalwood rosary. You take it. He said that you have to be prudent to walk the rivers and lakes. Ah, it was not for you."
"Master will be unhappy when he sees it. You usually don't even touch him. Master has already written hundreds of dollars in the ledger for His Royal Highness."
"Death to North and South, then do you want to?!"
"Yes!"
"When you go out, you should save some money, you know? The money in the package, um, if you don’t have enough money for books, then buy less rouge gouache. Anyway, you’re stupid and don’t know how to bargain. I must be slaughtered. Anyway, the rouge at the foot of the mountain is also good."
"Oh."
"Stupid Nanbei, don't tell me oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, these money is half and half, and it's OK. You are not allowed to buy me rouge gouache with all the money, remember?!"
"Oh."
"Oh, you big-headed ghost! Also, I asked Dad to pick and fry some tea for you. When you get to Longhu Mountain, you can give more gifts and smiles when you see people. If our monks go out, they have to follow me. Dad is the same, with great tolerance. But if you are beaten by someone, don’t be stubborn and run home quickly, Dad and I
Say, let him help you out! "
"Go, I know the importance."
"One more thing, don't forget. If you meet Xu Fengnian, please remember to tell him to come to our house."
"Definitely."
"When Xu Fengnian goes up the mountain, will you help my father or Xu Fengnian?"
"Help you."
"You say it again!"
"Help Xu Fengnian."
"This is pretty much the same."
The white-clothed monk lay on a wicker chair, listening to the little jokes in the house, and for no reason remembered a kind of noodle tea that I had eaten in the alleys of the capital many years ago in the winter. It is very good for raising people. It is made of finely ground crop millet. The noodle tea is hot and shook gently, and then it ripples in a small porcelain bowl. The eating method is also very particular. You have to drink with your mouth close to the edge of the bowl, wandering around the small bowl. In this way, the mouth is hot without burning the tongue, the noodle tea in the bowl will not become cold early, and the internal organs will not be warm. Under the eaves of the streets and lanes are covered with ice awl, but drinking such a bowl of noodle tea will warm the body and the heart. Of course, what made him feel the warmest in the cold was a woman sitting next to him, maybe not so good-looking, not too big-minded, a little savage, but in the vast world, in the vast crowd, a huge capital, tens of thousands of people. Ten thousand people, he did not see His Majesty the Emperor, did not see the Princely Prince, he saw her alone. Since he has more to worship the Buddha than many people in the world, he has a clear heart and is worthy of the shaved three thousand trouble threads. He only felt that he could not bear those respectful eyes and regarded him as a god, so he blushed a little when he drank noodle tea with her and when she paid for the bill.
Chai, rice, oil, salt, coarse tea and light rice, very good.
The daughter-in-law said that there are too many shameless women in that capital, and he is not allowed to go anymore.
The white-clothed monk smiled, opened his eyes and looked at the sky in the sky, and said to himself: "I'm old."
The woman drying clothes has the tips of her ears and said angrily: "Which little vixen is not ashamed to hook you up?"
The unusually tall monk hurriedly got up, ran to help dry the clothes, and said with a smile: "Daughter-in-law, I will come and I will come."
Li Zixi, who had finished his luggage, stood at the door, looking at the parents who were in love with each other, thinking about his mother sleeping and snoring loudly. He didn't have a sleep phase, and the father who was kicked out of bed could be a little bit in three days. Don't mind, the little girl is a little sad, will Xu Fengnian like a girl like herself?
The little girl has red eyes, and the corners of her mouth are full of girlish sorrows, "Stupid north and south, I know you will go down the mountain and you won't meet Xu Fengnian."
The little monk panicked, "Then I get off Longhu Mountain, don't go home yet, go to Beiliang to find His Royal Highness, okay?"
Li Shishi burst into laughter, and rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I am a heroine, I don't care about this!"
The little monk laughed stupidly.
The monk in white clothes shook his head and sighed, how could he accept such a stupid disciple.
The woman smiled knowingly: "It's better for North and South to be like you."
That night, the little monk dumb Nan Bei slept peacefully as always. On the contrary, Li, who had nothing to do with her, turned over and over, unable to fall asleep, and barely fell asleep until late.
In the early morning, a hundred-year-old monk with a very high seniority came to the Houshan hut personally to greet a Zen monk to the Daxiong Hall, headed by the old abbot with snow-like beard and hair, and some old folks in the monastery. They all came out on a special trip. At least three or four hundred big bald heads in cassocks gathered in the square, not to mention the many little novice monks with small bald heads hiding in the distance to join in the fun. It is a rare occasion in ten years. If Li Xi saw this scene, she wouldn't have to roll her eyes and tired. When she was a child, she still liked to listen to monks chanting and counting how many bald heads there were. But years, months, months, days and days, it's not an interesting thing. Fortunately, the girl Li Zi slept late, and Lai hadn't gotten up yet. The white-clothed monk and the little monk Wu Nanbei did not dare to wake her up. This girl with the ideal of being a heroine got up very angry, and she was the little monk’s wife. I didn't dare to touch the mold easily, not to mention that a family of four was the most innocent mentor and apprentice. Moreover, Wu Nanbei was afraid that he would not bear it when he saw it, and would make a joke or be angry when he saw it.
The sea of people separates automatically.
The little monk with clear eyes and the lazy monk in white walk side by side.
The old abbot, who is known for his good old man, smiled and walked down the steps, saw the little monk, and liked it with his heart.
While the old abbot was about to talk, he saw that the crowds that had been close together separated again, and when he looked up, he saw a little girl who was the biggest in the two temples came running, and she was crying while she was running?
Stupid Nanbei Shimao stopped at the edge of the square, looking helpless.
The girl ran up to the idiot little monk who grew up with her father and childhood sweetheart. She cried all the way, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she ran into a sudden fall. Her body was covered with a lot of dust. She clung to the little monk's robes. In the corner, heartbroken: "Stupid North and South, I have a nightmare!"
Rao is that the big bald heads present are all well-known and powerful monks. At this time, they all laughed kindly.
The white-clothed monk and the old abbot looked at each other and sighed in unison.
Li Dongxi clung to the little monk's robes, for fear that once he let go, he would no longer be able to grasp this robes, and would never see this stupid Nanbei who was righteously thought to be together forever. She was heartbroken and choked. Said: "I dreamed that you were dead and became a Buddha. You said you were going to the west, and you don't care about me anymore!"
"I call you Wu Nanbei~IndoMTL.com~ I said I won't call you stupid Nanbei, I also said that I asked you to call me plums and things, but you just ignored me and left!"
"North and South, I dreamed that you were standing under Beiliang City. I stood on the top of the city and could only look at you. In front of you were densely packed terrifying cavalry. I didn’t know there were hundreds of thousands, but you said, Da, Rong Xiaoseng only erected a benevolent stele for Li’s inch in front of Beiliang City, and then the bad guys shot arrows all at once, and they didn’t charge, just pour a wave of arrows on your head! You! First, the blood bleeds and the whole robes are red. Then you sit down and chant the scriptures with your head down, and the blood becomes golden! Then you become a Buddha. Dad said that this is the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows and vajra glaring. You become With the Buddha, you will never see me again!"
"Stupid Nanbei, I don't need rouge gouache, don't you die, okay?"
The girl spoke intermittently, and the pear blossoms brought rain.
Talking to the old monks about the scriptures and the Fa, the young monk who has a goddess dispersing flowers and nodding her head, probably because of the sadness of distressed things, he also started to cry.
The monks in the square are terrifying!
I was overwhelmed.
The old abbot narrowed his eyelids and looked at the white-clothed monk lightly. The latter smiled and said, "It's okay, if my apprentice doesn't go to Longhu Mountain, I'll go, Master, can you?"
The old abbot smiled slightly, but this time it should have been reasonable, but this time he nodded unexpectedly: "Yes."
The little monk, stupid, straightened his robes from the north to the south, with his hands folded, facing the old abbot of the Daxiong Hall high above the back, he lowered his head and whispered: "If the little monk can really become a Buddha, he doesn't want to become a Buddha anymore. ."