Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

Chapter 108: There is no scripture in the temple, and the white night changes

In the bushes of the wasteland, camels called desert boats lie half-lying on the ground and chew gently, and the bells around their necks gently shake.

On the side is the meat covered by tarpaulins, and the ice cubes are constantly melting, gradually leaving a pool of water stains on the ground.

Meng Yuan held his breath after approaching, and instead of lifting the tarpaulin, he picked up a vegetable leaf from the side.

"Huh~" A camel stretched out its head and twisted its thick lips, Meng Yuan handed it the vegetable leaf, and suddenly swallowed his tongue into his stomach.

Maybe it's too tired to rush, or the guards of the night watch are asleep, Meng Yuan took the white horse and prepared to leave quietly, Ahan Temple is not far away, and he doesn't have to go with it.

Without the sandstorm and the black wind, the deserted sky here is exceptionally clear, and few stars loom.

Under the starry night, the white-clothed monk held a whisk and led the horse.

After leaving the caravan, Meng Yuan did not encounter anything strange again, but occasionally some little ghosts thought it was a dinner delivered to the door, and were educated by Meng Yuan with Buddhism.

Early in the morning, the bad weather finally improved.

Meng Yuan saw that a Buddhist temple on the ridge in the distance seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, shining, red walls and green tiles, and old trees were jagged, and it was indeed an ancient temple.

Then he hurried and went all the way to the mountain gate.

I heard a flood of sound in all directions.

While! While! While!

The morning bell and the twilight drum, this is the bell in the monastery, and the monks get up.

Sure enough, after a while, he saw the temple door being slowly pushed open, and a Shami was taken aback when he saw Meng Yuan.

He stepped forward and asked, "Senior Brother Fa, where did you come from?" Is it a hanging order or a member of the temple? "

Meng Yuan returned the salute: "The poor monk's law is a wonderful evil, he came from the Guanyin Monastery in the South China Sea, and traveled thousands of miles to the treasure side, but to seek the law." "

When Xiao Shami heard that Meng Yuan had actually traveled thousands of miles to seek the Dharma, he immediately became awe-struck and hurriedly said, "Please Senior Brother stay for a while, and wait for the disciple Master Yuming, the abbot." "

"There is Law."

Not long after that little Shami entered, he saw the mountain gate wide open, and a group of monks dressed in yellow came out in two columns, and several respected old monks led their disciples out to greet them.

Such a grand but flattering person.

I saw a monk with a somewhat thin figure, towering cheekbones, and a majestic face, wearing a robe and holding a tin staff, and stepped forward and said to Meng Yuan: "Good, poor monk Yuanhai, I am the abbot of Ahan Temple, and the wonderful evil Zen master has come to sincerity to heaven and earth, please enter the temple." "

"I have seen the abbot of Yuanhai, and there are senior brothers and brothers of Lao."

Meng Yuan thanked him one by one, and then entered the Ahan Temple surrounded by all the monks, the abbot and elders sat down one after another, and some disciples offered clear tea and lit sandalwood, full of Zen.

Abbot Yuanhai asked, "I don't know what method the Miao Evil Zen Master is seeking?" "

Meng Yuan took a sip of clear tea to moisten his mouth and replied, "The disciple once had a master to teach the Lotus Duer Heart Sutra method, but the master once said that if you want the golden pill and the future methods to be in the Ahan Temple, so I hereby come to the door to seek a look." "

Yuanhai suddenly shook his head and said, "The poor monk has practiced here for more than two hundred years, and he has never heard of this method. "

Then he said, "Have you junior brothers ever had an impression?" "

The monks all pondered, and then shook their heads.

Oh? No!

This abbot of Yuanhai is a complete cultivator of the Jindan Realm, and he is also the abbot of the monastery, if he is not lying, could it be that he has already been lost?

A monk asked, "I wonder who the master of Zen is?" Why is it said that there is a practice method of the Lotus Heart Sutra in my temple? "

"I Master Huiming."

"Wise characters? That is already Master's generation, and now most of them have passed away, could it be that my temple ancestors are still alive? "

This was a big event for Ahan Temple, and then Yuanhai ordered all the monks to go to the temple and look up for the monks of the Huizi generation.

There is indeed one named Huiming, but the ancestor has passed away, and the relics left behind are still enshrined in the stupa.

After finally checking, no corresponding person was found, and the monk in charge of the Tibetan scripture pavilion also said that there were no three methods: the Lotus Heart Sutra, the Great Impure Void Sutra, and the Closed Mouth Zen Sutra.

"Miao Evil Zen Master came from afar, the heart of seeking the Dharma is sincere, the poor monk will take you to the teacher, he has lived in the monastery for more than nine hundred years, if it is really the method of my Ahan Monastery, he should know."

More than nine hundred years?

This is really an old antique, and according to what Meng Yuan knows, the Yuan Infant Realm can probably only live for a thousand years before it will die, unless there is a life-extending miracle medicine, it cannot be extended.

The Jindan Realm can live for five hundred years, and as for foundation building, it can live for about two hundred years.

Abbot Yuanhai led him outside a separate hall and asked Meng Yuan to wait for the time being, while he went in to report.

After a while, he motioned for Meng Yuan to enter.

After entering the hall, a twilight suddenly enveloped, as if the vitality of this hall was draining, and the grass and trees entered the frost winter season, and began to wither and decay.

In the innermost secret room, an old monk with a very thin figure, like a child, but with white hair and dry skin, was sitting on a futon and closing his eyes.

"This is the poor monk master, the clear space of the Dharma."

Meng Yuan bowed with his palms together, "It is really offensive for the little monk to visit Elder Clearance and rashly disturb the elder's cultivation. "

When the Clearance Elder heard this, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were very clear and bright, and he smiled: "I have listened to Yuanhai and you say the reason, but there is really nothing you want in my temple, which disappoints you." "

Meng Yuan said, "If not, the fate of the little monk has not arrived, and I beg the elder to let me live in the monastery for a few days, and I will not go this way in vain." "

"Of course, but Master Ling is really a person in my temple?"

"My master once said that he had heard sermons in the temple of Ahan."

"In this way, Master Ling is not necessarily a monk in my monastery, or maybe Master Ling is bad." So is the abbot of Yuanhai.

Meng Yuan did not argue, since the old monk said that it should indeed be here, but for some reason the people in the temple forgot or did not know.

After Meng Yuan came out, a monk arranged a meditation room for him to rest, and he planned to live in the monastery for a few days, and if he couldn't find it, as he said, fate had not arrived, and then he would go back.

At noon, because he missed lunch because he and the host visited the clear space, a monk brought fasting rice, all vegetarian, but he did not eat it, and put it all into the palm of the Buddha country.

In the evening, a monk knocked on his door.

"Senior brother, does your white horse tethered in front of the mountain gate need to be led to the backyard, beware of wild beast attacks." Some monks came to inquire.

Meng Yuan said, "I came, that horse recognizes life, ordinary people are difficult to approach." "

Then he went out all the way to the mountain gate to prepare to lead the horse, and then a camel bell sounded, and a camel caravan was slowly coming on the mountain road.

The disciple who was sweeping in front of the mountain gate shouted: "The materials in the temple have arrived, all the senior brothers have come to help, go and ask the abbot." "

After a while, a large group of monks walked out again, and Meng Yuan hurriedly dodged to the side so as not to block the way.

I saw that the treasurer of the caravan asked his subordinates to stop the camel and step forward to talk to the abbot of Yuanhai, and when he saw Meng Yuan on the side, he immediately smiled and said: "Congratulations to the little master for achieving his wish!" "

Meng Yuan smiled and nodded, "Congratulations to Qi Treasurer for the safe delivery." "

At this time, a monk came to report: "Master, all kinds of vegetables, oil and grain have been checked. "

"Okay, tell the disciples to move out, Master Qi, and rest in the temple tonight."

Qi Treasurer nodded and smiled: "Well, your temple's fasting rice is really evocative." "

The disciples of Ahan Temple moved all kinds of materials into the temple, and Meng Yuan also led the horse to the backyard and returned to the Zen room, constantly thinking about the strangeness of this caravan.

One to carry meat, one to carry vegetables, last night according to the location, the camel caravan carrying a lot of meat should have arrived early, but the result was the opposite.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A drum sound resounded in the temple, and at the same time there was a knock outside Meng Yuan's door.

"Senior brother, break your fast."

"Okay, the poor monk will come."

Meng Yuan shook his head, only feeling a little tired, and the sky had completely darkened after opening the door.

Seeing this, the monk stretched out his hand and said, "Senior brother, please follow me." "

"Good."

Then he lowered his head to lead the way ahead, while Meng Yuan followed him all the way to the dining hall.

"Senior brother, it's inside, you must be full."

Meng Yuan frowned slightly, and then walked into the dining hall, only to see a group of monks holding bowls and basins in front of them, all eating quietly, no one spoke, only the sound of chaotic chewing.

And he also saw clearly what was in that bowl, meat! It's all meat!

It is as large as braised pork, with a bright red color and fatty aroma, which is almost appetizing.

"Zen Master, this is specially instructed by the abbot to keep for you." The fireworker monk brought him a basin of meat and handed it to him.

Meng Yuan scanned all over the dining hall, and saw that all the monks were immersed in the meal, their faces were full of madness, and he came to the corner with a rice bowl, where an acquaintance was sitting.

It is precisely the Qi treasurer of the caravan.

Meng Yuan came to him and sat down: "Qi treasurer." "

"Oh, the little master is here, eat quickly, this stew made by Ahan Temple is really a must, people can't stop eating, if it weren't for my wives and concubines, I would want to become a monk here."

"Last night, the poor monk begged for the law and did not say goodbye, but now I think it is a little inappropriate, since the Qi treasurer likes the poor monk so much, this bowl will also be eaten for you."

Meng Yuan handed him the meat in front of him, and his words were also tentative.

"Hey, what's that, the little master is a real monk, not us laymen, but if you don't eat, you will be hungry at night, I advise the little master to eat some."

Meng Yuan shook his head and said, "The poor monk is indeed not hungry, and he is too full for lunch. "

Qi Treasurer licked his lips: "Okay, then I'm not respectful." "

Then he took Meng Yuan's rice bowl, poured it into his own bowl and ate it in a big mouthful, seeing him like that, he couldn't wait to swallow his tongue.

After a while, many monks put their dishes and chopsticks neatly on the dining table after eating, and left the dining hall in an orderly manner, but they all glanced at Meng Yuan thoughtfully before leaving.

And Qi Treasurer also finished eating, put the bowls and chopsticks with Meng Yuan and walked out of the dining hall.

Immediately found that the two of them had a zen room next to each other, and they walked together.

The entire Ahan Temple had fallen into darkness, and this dark night made Meng Yuan feel a little uncomfortable and unnatural.

It's as if someone covered your head with a black plastic bag on this dark night.

It seems that after nightfall, the entire Ahanji Temple is full of some kind of weirdness.

Not long after, the two returned to the Zen room, and when they arrived, the Qi treasurer said unintentionally: "Little master, it seems that you are not allowed to go out at night in the temple." "

"Okay, the poor monk knows, thanks for informing."

"Where, I didn't know at first."

After entering the meditation room, Meng Yuan took out the dust and held it in his hand, sitting on the futon and constantly thinking about the strange things in this temple.

When he was in the Zhou family, the Tai Sui Shenjun reminded him that he could not eat meat, or even look and smell it, but he still saw it in the dining hall today.

Since the other party reminded him like this, there must be some kind of taboo, which must be very dangerous for him, which made Meng Yuan cheer up.

At the same time, Meng Yuan also had some conjectures in his heart, during the day, the monks of Ahan Temple did not know the Lotus Duer Heart Sutra, the Great Impure Void Sutra, etc., what about the night?

Will the abbot of the Round Sea at night, the Elder of Clear Sky, know?

However, he did not act rashly, anyway, he would live for a few days, and saw that the taboo consequences of meat had not yet appeared, and it was not appropriate to offend the rest for the time being.

Then he sat on the futon and practiced, and the golden wheel of merit lit up in the back of his head, illuminating the entire meditation room very brightly, but of course, there was nothing in the eyes of those who were plagued by sin.

And in the middle of the night, Meng Yuan was suddenly awakened by an extreme hunger, which made him withdraw from meditation.

This terrifying hunger came so fiercely that it was almost out of his consciousness, instinctively wanting to manipulate his body to go out to find food, but the door had been opened by him at some point.

And now what he longs for most is... Meat! The smell of meat in the dining hall.

Fortunately, he sobered up in time, and when Meng Yuan was about to close the door, he suddenly put an arm on the door.

I saw that several monks from Ahan Monastery actually touched his window at some point, sniffing like wild beasts at this moment, and saw that the door suddenly opened, and suddenly rushed over one by one.

"Nothing? Why no one? "A monk looked crazy and angry, and the room was empty, so why did the door open?

"Must be hiding somewhere, everyone look for it, I'm so hungry!"

"Yes, yes, under the bed, in the closet, on the beam..."

It's just that the monks rummaged through the entire room but couldn't find Meng Yuan, and finally they could only leave disappointed.

But in fact, Meng Yuan has always stood in the middle.

It's just that the hunger in his belly is getting stronger and stronger, and he constantly wants to seize control of his body and go out to find 'food'.

After seeing those monks leave, Meng Yuan closed the door and immediately took out a bowl of fasting rice from the Buddha Kingdom in his palm.

At this time, because he missed lunch, the monk in the monastery sent it, he was not hungry at that time, and he was a little hesitant, so he kept it.

And when this bowl of vegetarian food appeared, Meng Yuan could clearly feel that his body seemed to be resisting, and it didn't want to eat this thing, but meat.

But Meng Yuan would not get used to it, and with his strong will and heart, it was impossible for him to be controlled by this ignorant desire.

When he opened his mouth, he ate the vegetarian food in one bite, and the hunger quickly disappeared.

(End of chapter)