Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3682

[Chapter 3682 The ideal single beam country]

And listen to the old monk proudly say: “The old man’s master said that the name is a mark, no matter what it is called, as long as others know it. Even if I am the Buddha Tathagata, the old man praises Amitabha Buddha, that is what the old man should call me Buddha. , is also normal, the worst thing is that the old man does not speak, and there is a silent recitation in his heart, that is not an exaggeration! And my Buddhist precepts are that the old monk is fundamentally different from the old man who farmed before. Only if these rules are adhered to, the old man is a monk. , otherwise the old man is not a monk!”

“Namo Maitreya honors the Buddha!” Xiao Hua couldn’t help but proclaim the Buddha’s name, nodded and said, “The old master said very much, Xiaosheng is a little persistent.”

“Oh?” The old monk naturally couldn’t hear any difference, but Fairy Jing was a little stunned, and looked at Xiao Hua very strangely. She had never heard of the name of the “Nanwu Maitreya Buddha”.

“What do you want to ask, little master?” The old monk raised his finger regretfully, took a deep sniff in front of his nose, raised his hand to pull up a few grasses from the ground, and put the rhizome on some hair while talking. Chewing in the yellow teeth, a wisp of grass green juice seeped out from the rhizomes, sending out a fragrance.

Xiao Hua looked at the familiar movements of the old monk and said with a smile: “Xiaosheng has been to many places and has seen many monks. Those monks are different from the old master, they wear clean robes and cassocks, holding wooden fish and rosary beads. , The most important thing is that they hold pockets, they don’t farm, they beg for alms every day, and they ask people to give alms. So when I see the old master, Xiaosheng thinks it is very strange, is it possible that this monk in Shanliang is different from the other places?”

The old monk scratched his head and said with a wry smile, “Young master, this has turned the old man down. The old man had never seen any monks before. Later, there was Chenghui Temple in Centipede Mountain, and there were monks in Chenghui Temple. From that day on, the monk is going to farm, the old man has never seen a monk who does not work, and the old man can’t answer you.”

Xiao Hua thought for a moment, then smiled: “Master Chonghong doesn’t know, but after a while, Xiaosheng goes to visit the abbot of Chenghui Temple to ask. The master can tell Xiaosheng why you are living a good life, but you have to become a monk and become a monk. ?”

“Have a good life?” The old monk Chonghong blinked his eyes and looked at Xiao Huadao, “Which eye of the young master saw that the old man had a good life before? What’s wrong with the old man becoming a monk?”

Xiao Hua didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and said, “It’s still Xiaosheng’s fault, Xiaosheng always feels that the monks in the temple are lonely and lonely. ?”

“Hehe, that’s what the young master and the little lady thought.” The old monk Chonghong said with a smile, “The little man has a little lady to warm the quilt, so naturally he doesn’t need to become a monk. The old man is different…”

Fairy Jing couldn’t help blushing again, and lowered her head slightly. She really didn’t understand why Xiao Hua was so interested in such a vulgar old farmer!

Immediately, the old monk Chonghong told the reason why he wanted to become a monk. The experience of the old monk can be considered complicated. When he was young, he was a good laborer in the village, but his family was poor and could not marry a daughter-in-law. Later, a woman who fled to Shanliang from another country passed by and stayed in his home. But later, there was war in the frontier of Shanliang State, and this area became the territory of other countries. People in the village were either killed or fled. The old monk’s family was separated during the escape. When the old monk returned here, it was already a human being. No, the old monk stayed in the village in order to wait for the separated family. The family did not wait, but the years have come. Although the old monk can farm the land and make a living, it is not easy to live alone. In desperation, the old monk found Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge, donated his paddy fields to the temple, and even became a monk, eating and drinking in the temple every day, and farming the fields of the temple every day. Life is also taken care of by the young monks of the temple, which is much better than before.

After listening to the words of the old monk Chonghong, Xiao Hua’s brows were a little wrinkled. It would be wrong to say that the Chenghui Temple occupied the fertile land of the villagers and became private property. After all, the old monk Chonghong was voluntary, and the old monk Chonghong said it clearly. , There are many others who look like him. These old monks donated their land to the temple voluntarily. These old monks such as Chonghong can’t finish the cultivation by themselves, while there are strong and strong men and young monks farming in the temple. These old monks are usually inedible except for the meat and fish, and there is no shortage of other vegetables, and even some silver and copper coins. send it down. Not only that, there are monks in Chenghui Temple who urge old monks such as Chonghong to recite sutras every day. Even if these old monks don’t know the words, the monks will recite the words one by one, and let these old monks follow along. The monks’ usual homework is also Necessary, of course, the time for these homework may be much less than in ordinary temples.

When Xiao Hua heard old monk Chonghong talk about Chenghui Temple, there are not only old monks like them, but also some orphans who have been taken in by orphans, who have been novice since childhood; If there is any difficulty, they always come to Chenghui Temple to find monks to solve it. Xiao Hua couldn’t help turning his head to look at Fairy Jing, and said in a low voice, “The old are supported, the young are taught, the poor are dependent, and the poor are not able to help, and the widows, loneliness, and the sick are all supported??”

Although Fairy Jing is not a Confucianist, she is in charge of a country, and she has heard about it, and she nodded slightly: “Young Master said very much, the national teacher of Shanliang Kingdom… It’s not easy!”

“Yeah, after listening to Master Chonghong’s words, Xiaosheng has the urge to see this Buddhist master.” Xiao Hua also laughed, and then asked old monk Chonghong, “Master, you know Xiao Jian?”

“Xiao Jian?” The old monk was taken aback and shook his head slightly, “Which village is he descended from?”

“Hehe, Xiao Jian is not a descendant, he is the lord of your Shanliang Kingdom…” Xiao Hua smiled and explained, “Do you know this person?”

“It turns out that the person who gave birth to a son without a dick is called Xiao Jian!” When the old monk Chonghong heard it, he clenched his teeth and shouted, “Of course the old man knew about this man! If this man hadn’t lost the cockfight bet, the old man’s village would have been lost. How could it be seized by a neighboring country? If soldiers from a neighboring country hadn’t come over, how could the old man’s home… be gone? So… it turns out that this damn tortoise son is called Xiao Jian! It’s so cheap! Grandma’s, the old man can’t wait Eat his flesh and drink his blood…”

“Namo Maitreya honors the Buddha!” Xiao Hua said hurriedly, “Master has committed too many oral precepts today, be careful that the Buddha is angry.”

“Hmph, even if the Buddha is angry, the old man has to scold him well!” When the old monk Chonghong heard this, he was not angry, “I was so good in Shanliangguo, when the old man was young, the whole village was full of anger. The surrounding villages are all excellent, but it is because of this son of a bitch that the villagers around Centipede Ridge have been ruined. Alas, if it weren’t for the monks from Chenghui Temple, I still don’t know what it is now. What will it be like!”

“Oh!” Hearing this, Xiao Hua’s heart moved, and he suddenly asked, “Does the old master know who is the current ruler of Shanliang Kingdom?”

“Who is the love!” The old monk Chonghong waved his hands angrily, “They beat me, I beat you, it has nothing to do with the old man, the old man just wants to live.”

“Haha, so there have been no wars in the past ten years or so?” Xiao Hua asked again.

“Of course not!” Old monk Chonghong said with a smile, “With the Buddha in my country of Shanliang, how could there be wars?”

“It makes sense!” Xiao Hua smiled, got up and said, “Master Chonghong, do you always have time to take Xiaosheng to visit the abbot of Chenghui Temple?”

“Of course, of course…” The old monk Chonghong hurriedly stood up. He raised his right hand very habitually, and wanted to knock on the stone below him, but unfortunately this time he knocked in vain. The old monk was a little embarrassed and said with a smile, “Ah, it’s hard to change the habits of many years! But as Master said, as long as there is a Buddha in the heart, all habits can be changed.”

“It should be! This is naturally also blessed by the Buddha.” Xiao Hua replied with a smile.

“Let’s go, young master, please follow the old man to the Centipede Ridge. The abbot of Chenghui Temple likes learned people the most. I remember that many scholars came to the temple before.” Although the old monk Chonghong is not young, he can walk like a fly. Walking fast on the mountain road, talking while walking.

Although the Centipede Ridge is said to be a mountain, it should actually be called a ridge. It is not high in itself, but this ridge is quite large and stretches for a long time. Like a centipede, it gives birth to many hillsides.

In addition to the common trees on Centipede Ridge, a lot of fruit trees are also planted, and these fruit trees form a forest, one by one. The places where fruit trees do not grow are sometimes melon orchards, sometimes wheat fields, and occasionally a row of bean seedlings can be seen. There are also some monks in these places, some old, some young, and some melon orchards are guarded by bare-headed little novices.

Like Chonghong, these monks, big and small, all had smiles on their faces. Maybe they couldn’t say Amitabha Buddha, maybe they didn’t have clean robes, but when they saw Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing, they all folded their hands and saluted with a smile. The end is to make Xiao Hua look happy.

“Chonghong…” Seeing that a huge temple not far away covered the mountains, the monks’ houses large and small were hidden among the relaxed green cypresses, and a somewhat rough voice came from the mountain road, “You are not working in the fields. What are you running back for? Are you hungry?”

Xiao Hua looked up, but saw a thin middle-aged monk wearing a moon-white monk’s robe. The monk’s robe looked extremely worn, but the shabbyness of the monk’s robe was inferior to the monk’s sad face. Not a lot.

“Master…” As soon as the old monk Chonghong saw this person, he immediately stopped and said respectfully with his hands clasped together, “This disciple has just been working in the field, and just happened to meet these two donors who came to seek Chenghui Temple. The disciple is afraid that they will touch the wrong place. Bring them up.”