I am immortal

Previously, they were still watching the confrontation between the monk in gray and the fortune teller, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. I don't know if they were hurt by the monk's words or were angry for other reasons. They poured the medicinal soup in their hands. They all threw themselves at the monk. Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up from the bricks, spread out her hands, stopped these people, and shouted:

"Ah, here, everyone, please calm down."

"calm down……"

"Don't hurt anyone, and don't throw away the medicine. We collected it with great difficulty."

"Ah ah, I can't stop it, Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi..."

"Uncle Qi, he stepped on my toes!"

The young Taoist lowered his eyes and tied the [Shi Wuwei Seal] on his hands.

Sweep the surroundings with the clarity of your own soul, and imprint the hearts of others with my heart.

But the young man felt it at this moment.

The remaining true feelings in the hearts of these furious, extremely angry people are not [anger].

But [fear].

[Afraid] Knowing the truth, or fearing that in fact, I can’t get everything I want by making offerings to the Buddha. The monk broke the beautiful world that everyone weaved, so [very shocked and angry], using anger to cover up the truest truth, maybe even myself Undetected subtle emotions.

Qi Wuhuo's spirit changed, and the emotions in everyone's hearts were diluted, and tranquility returned.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin, who was trying hard to support the others, suddenly felt that the front was loose. Everyone no longer had the angrily rushing forward strength before. They looked at each other, and after a while, they were all dispersed. The medicine shed suddenly changed. It felt empty, which was in stark contrast to the previous quarrel. Some non-Buddhist people went to get cleaner clothes and asked the monk to change into them. The latter thanked him and took them with both hands.

Still helping to treat others.

His expression and posture have not changed at all.

The young Taoist was doing acupuncture for others, without looking at the monk, but just asked: "Master, is this something you feel?"

The monk in gray clothes brought the medicine and said gently: "Buddhist teachings are spread throughout the world through the thirteen meridians, but... there are many attachments and troubles. Not everyone can cut off the five aggregates and eight sufferings. They must all have their own differences. Desires and desires exist, and by practicing the method, you will be able to look inside yourself to a certain extent and maintain peace, but there will definitely be subtle desires."

“So we use [self-indulgent] activities to contemplate these desires.”

With a hint of a smile, he said: "In fact, [Zi Xun] not only looks at oneself, but also looks at the desires in other people's hearts."

"The one who has achieved this is [Hexin Tong]. On that day, everyone did not hide it, and saw each other's moods and desires, and then talked with a smile, criticized, helped others, and let others help themselves. I discovered distracting thoughts that I was not aware of to help me practice, and even made fun of each other, or laughed at myself about my own problems, and everyone laughed in the end.”

"this is very good."

"But later on, Buddhism spread more and more widely, and there were more and more people."

"Everyone has subtle desires, and the desires are no more than a wisp. But the more people there are, the more these subtle desires gather, like undercurrents, like whirlpools, which will eventually pull the entire river... It will not be pure, but at this time, The monks who noticed this wanted to stop it, but it was already too late. There are always those who want to recruit more disciples."

"If the master can't be liberated, how far can the disciple's cultivation reach? Of course, he can't be pure either. If he keeps reincarnating like this, the problem is getting bigger and bigger, but it's like a rolling stone falling from the top of a mountain. Its momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and it can no longer be stopped. "

"There is nothing wrong with practicing the Dharma, but if the Dharma is taught to people and people gather to form a sect, and there are sects in the sect, it is no longer the Dharma."

After the monk finished cooking the medicine, he staggered up and left to say goodbye. Finally, he sighed with compassion:

"Buddha, World Honored One Tathagata."

"Where are you?"

"Only you can break this situation."

The young Taoist priest Ming Xin and Qi Wuhuo were packing the medicine stove. It was already sunset. The young Taoist priest was carrying the medicine basket woven from bamboo. He watched the monk go away and said, "He is feeling very uncomfortable. It must be..." Have you ever seen those [from what]? It’s just like me. After eating the sweet pastries, I can’t eat the steamed buns anymore.”

"So he should be more miserable and persistent than others, right?"

The young Taoist nodded and said, "Does Mingxin know what he is talking about?"

The little Taoist priest nodded and said, "I know."

"If there are too many people, there will be a lot of troubles."

He took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by the young Taoist before and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sun was setting.

There was no need to see other people, so just step by step, the cloud shoes stepped into the small puddle, splashing up a handful of shallow water splashes.

The water splash is beautiful in the sunset.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin jumped up and down the puddle and said: "As far as I know, although there are big Taoist temples, there are also many Taoist temples with only three or five people in them. The monk temple is the reverse of ours, and there are many There are only a few people in the monk temple, but those who do this are ridiculed as [wild Zen] and have no Dharma lineage."

"There are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of monks in many monk temples. If there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, not everyone can get it. If you can't get one at one time, there will be nothing. It will be a little sad every time, if the person who gets the sweet-scented osmanthus cake praises you in front of you every time - "

"Ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so sweet, ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious!"

"Then you must want to take out something and give it to this guy."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin held his hands in his hands, gritted his teeth and waved, and then said seriously:

"So there will be a quarrel, and then there will be a fuss. In the end, everyone is fighting to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Those who have eaten the sweet-scented osmanthus cake want to eat it again next time."

"If you can't eat it, please contact other people and ask us to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake together next time."

"No one likes reading books anymore."

"So in the end, it will become a place that exists only for eating osmanthus cakes. No one will read the scriptures that were gathered together in the first place. So is this a monk temple for studying scriptures? Or is it a rush to eat osmanthus cakes? Where is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake temple? It has changed its appearance, so is that why the great monk feels uncomfortable?"

“He’s the kind of guy who wants to get back to the way he was in the beginning, just looking at the scriptures.”

"It's so difficult."

"There is also a place like this inside the Daomen."

"It's not good to have too many people. An old Taoist priest is better than a young Taoist priest. I will also find a young Taoist priest in the future."

The little Taoist muttered.

The young Taoist thought of Huang Liang Yimeng's incident, stretched out his hand and touched the little Taoist's head, and said, "That's a good idea."

"What else do you want to eat today? Uncle Master bought it for you."

Then the little Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's good!"

I jumped a little higher and stepped into a puddle. A lot of water splashed out. The hem of my Taoist robe got wet. The unfinished osmanthus cake in my hand was stained by the rain, so I was upset. Then he couldn't help but laugh, pulled Qi Wuhuo's sleeves, and said: "Uncle, Master, look carefully, I just stepped on such a big splash."

"Am I awesome?!"

The young Taoist couldn't help but chuckle.

"sharp!"

The two young Taoist priests walked forward and bought some things needed for the Taoist temple, and bought candied haws for the little Taoist priest.

Qi Wuhuo picked medicinal materials from the mountains and sold them, so although he was not well off, he still had money to buy some food.

Then the little Taoist priest became happy again.

When I was young, it always seemed like this.

The young Taoist thought.

He himself is the same.

After the two of them finished shopping, it was getting dark, but when they went back, the young prince was actually waiting for them there. He lit two oil lamps and sat on the bricks, supporting his chin with one hand. In a daze, when he saw the two Taoists, he smiled, jumped down, patted the soil, and said: "You two, please let me wait. Come on, come on, the food is ready."

"But it's just the meat porridge left over today."

"Please don't dislike it, both of you."

He invited Qi Wuhu and Mingxin to sit down and brought out the meat porridge with hot shredded ginger sprinkled on top.

There is also a side of cold shepherd's purse. This kind of spring green vegetable is available at this time, but it is more generous than ordinary meat. Blanch the shepherd's purse, chop it, mix it with the diced tofu, and add fine ginger. Crushed and mixed with sesame paste and vinegar, it has a refreshing taste and is best eaten with porridge. There is only an ordinary porridge shed around it, with wooden boards to block the wind. Although the land of Zhongzhou is not as cold as the northernmost, it is also cold in winter. Feel good.

It was a brass stove.

Served with a smile and made small talk.

But every three or five sentences, you must say "Sister", "Sister". The young Taoist's mind was as clear as a flat lake and he didn't care. But the little Taoist was different. After finishing his mouthful of porridge, his eyes rolled. He turned around and asked curiously: "Well, Erlang, you are the second eldest child in the family, so your sister is the eldest sister?"

"Then what other people call me is [aunt]?"

The young prince said: "According to custom, it should be called this."

At this time, it was customary to call the men in the family by the rank of eldest son, and the women by the rank of eldest daughter. There was no mistake in calling them, so they had the elegance of Sanlang, or Gongsun Auntie. This was the case for those with the surname Gongsun, and the eldest daughter in the family. It means that most people meet strangers on the road and want to strike up a conversation, but they don’t know their name or their family ranking.

He had no choice but to say: "Mr. Lang."

If you are a more frivolous woman in Pingkangfang, you can call out: "Kiss me, young man, and stay here."

Or when men with oily hair and pink faces talk to girls on the roadside, they often start with these words:

"Young lady, you have some free time today."

It's all like this. It's not a big mistake to call him this by a little Taoist priest.

But the young prince just frowned and said, "But I always feel that when you call my sister like that, it's just tacky."

"How can I call my sister the same as others?"

Ming Xin said: "Then what kind of person is your sister?"

The young prince looked at the two Taoists warily. There were chestnuts that had just grown in winter in his hand, and he threw them into the stove. There was a crackling sound. He hesitated for a moment, and looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him with suspicion and vigilance. He said: "You guys in Lianyang Temple have a lot of rules. You can't get married, right?"

Ming Xin nodded repeatedly: "The path is from Lian Yang Temple."

"The ancestor learned from Lu Zu and the rules are very strict."

"Ha, then it'll be fine."

So the young prince felt relieved and became enthusiastic, saying: "My sister is the most beautiful and smartest person in the world. She is really beautiful and unparalleled. She is just the sister of the Cui family. We can compare with each other in appearance, but Sister Cui is really too fierce, unlike her who is smart and calm..."

It seems rare for a young prince to find a safe partner to show off his sister.

The little Taoist ate the meat porridge Mingxin, his eyes widening.

oh oh.

That's it, that's it.

This guy is indeed a little guy who only knows how to follow his sister.

She looks older than me, but not as mature as me.

The little Taoist thought proudly.

Licking his lips, he recalled the candied haws that Uncle Qi had just bought for him. It was so delicious.

But the young prince couldn't help but said: "It's a pity that although my sister is good in many ways, she has the highest demands on me. Every day, she wants me to be a great master who is unparalleled in the world." For the goal, no matter what, if you want to be like this, what happened to me when you were young, ah, it’s too tiring, too tiring.”

The little Taoist priest's eyes widened.

It can be seen that although the young prince is speaking bitterly, his face is full of pride. He is clearly showing off that his sister is strict with him and showing off that he has such talents.

So the little Taoist priest was unconvinced and said: "Me, me!"

"My master always wants me to compete with Uncle Qi!"

The young prince saw the young Taoist next to him and said, "The Taoist is certainly very good!"

He raised his chin slightly and said, "But, my sister said, that Master is the number one person inside and outside the court!"

"The unparalleled great master and master in the world!"

The little Taoist priest said: "But the master also said that the master's uncle is taking the most difficult and best path. He has all three talents. Even those Taoist priests with great reputations but innate talents cannot compare with the foundation of the master's uncle. The master's uncle In the future, he will be called a real person, enough to establish a sect!"

The young prince put his palms on the table and said:

"My sister said that if that master studies politics and literature, he is expected to be the best in the world."

"If he concentrates on playing the piano, he can also make the most beautiful woman in the world bow to him."

This latter sentence was added by himself.

Young people always think that this is how they look like celebrities.

The little Taoist's mind is dull.

Look at Uncle Qi next to him.

After thinking about it, if my uncle goes to play the piano and is surrounded by a bunch of beauties, he will probably play the piano quietly and ignore those beauties as if they are nothing, right?

But people like Uncle Master seem to be liked by many beauties, ugh!

In that case, who is the beauty...

Then he could only say: "The food cooked by my uncle is very delicious."

"He can also treat illnesses and save people."

The young prince said: "Treat diseases and save people..."

He sighed and said: "If you can have such thoughts, you are already a first-rate celebrity."

He scratched his head and laughed at himself: "Ah, why are we fighting over each other?"

The little Taoist priest said seriously: "Yes, why are you fighting for it?"

"You are obviously very tired. Master is too strong."

"It's very tiring, and my uncle is also very good."

The young prince, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, stared at the little Taoist priest, and both of them laughed.

The young Taoist next to him had quiet eyes, just sitting in front of the stove and looking at the roasted chestnuts in the stove seriously.

There was a crackle, crackle, crackle, and several chestnuts that had been thrown in popped out from the stove. The chestnuts cracked their shells. The young Taoist man put the ripe chestnuts in his hands, tossed them back and forth, blew on them to cool them, and then peeled them open. Throwing the skin into his mouth, it tasted extremely sweet. He noticed the gazes of Ming Xin and the young prince, and smiled slightly: "Want to eat roasted chestnuts?"

Both of them felt that the argument was so boring, and they felt dejected.

The young Taoist opened his palms and separated the ripe chestnuts.

The prince muttered: "I haven't eaten anything..."

He grabbed the chestnut from the young Taoist's palm, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

In winter, when no one is at night, eating like this is not a delicacy, but it is a rare youthful pleasure.

After eating the chestnuts, it was still all night, so the young Taoist picked up the little Taoist with a round belly, said goodbye and left. The sky was full of stars, covered with night dew. There were also hills in the city, and he went up to the mountains to have a look. The young prince looked at him with faint eyes. Zhang, his smile subdued, said: "A monk has a romantic nature. Those two are very powerful. They should be able to become true cultivators."

He stretched himself and said, "I'm back."

So there was a voice in the dark night that responded.

He got up and walked back leisurely, took a stroll in the car, and walked for about three times while burning incense. He just stopped in front of the big house where he entered and exited three times. After getting down, he changed his clothes, rinsed his mouth with tea, and removed the After eating the peculiar smell of meat porridge, ginger and ribbon, I breathed at the subordinate next to me several times to make sure that there was no foreign smell in my mouth, and then I opened the door with a smile on my face:

"I'm back."

"Sister Qiongyu."