Opening Sign to Shaolin Abbot

　　 Feeling the people around him, the old man turned around and was immediately surprised when he saw the extraordinary bearing and the compassionate Xuanxin.

　　 quickly got up and asked, "Master, what can I do to find the old man?"

　　 dressed in gorgeous brocade robes, holding a noble nine-ringed tin rod, holding the profound heart of the purple and gold bowl, and said: "Old man, I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the name is profound heart."

　　 "Go down the mountain today to alms, and ask for your alms."

　　 The Xuanxin at this moment, the Buddha's light permeates the sea of ​​consciousness.

　　 Seeing that Xuan Xin just finished speaking, the short street vendor selling cooking cakes on the street, and the owner selling Yangchun noodles were all staring.

　　 looked at Xuan Xin with incredible eyes.

　　 They didn't expect that Xuan Xin walked over and was looking for this dead old man to give alms.

　　 Even Xuan Yuan behind Xuan Xin watched this scene in disbelief.

　　Pedestrians coming and going noticed this scene, they all stopped to watch and cast curious eyes.

　　 "You let me give you a favor?"

　　 The seriously ill old man looked at the sacred Xuanxin, his eyes were filled with doubts and surprises.

　　 can't believe my ears.

　　 "Master, the old man is suffering from a bad disease, and he is dying."

　　 "No one cares about me, how can I give you anything?"

　　 The old man’s eyes were full of sincerity, and he couldn’t help but burst into tears, saying, “I just want to give, and there’s nothing to give.”

　　 "My house, my field, my food, all my things are given to those in need."

　　 "I'm going to die soon, there is nothing left. If I still have something, then I will give it to you."

　　 "But... what should I do? I don't have anything to give to you. What I have now is what others don't want..."

　　 The old man looked sad, looked around, looked around, and said helplessly: "I only have this bowl of sour and smelly rice soup, alas..."

　　 "You are a monk, I'm really sorry, I really can't help you..."

　　Because there is nothing to donate to such Taoist monks like Xuan Xin.

　　 The old man was ashamed, but Xuan Xin was moved by the sincerity and kindness he showed.

　　 "Donor, I hope you can give me this bowl of rice soup."

　　 Xuanxin looked sincerely, glanced at the rice soup in the small broken bowl and said.

　　 The Xuanxin at this time, the light of Buddha is permeating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

　　 had an epiphany.

　　 As soon as Xuan Xin finished saying this, the pedestrians onlookers exploded...

　　 "This monk, is he crazy?"

　　 "You go down the mountain to make alms, I will give you cooking cakes for free, but don't you come to ask for a bowl of rotten and smelly rice soup for cooking cakes?"

　　 The short man who sells biscuits couldn't help but said angrily.

　　 He sells biscuits, he can't make a lot of money a day, and he just barely makes ends meet.

　　 Out of respect for Xuanxin, he will give you cooking cakes for free.

　　Unexpectedly, you don't appreciate it, you buy it and ask the dead old man to drink the sour and smelly rice soup.

　　 "Yes, I was kind enough to give him a bowl of plain noodles, but he didn't take care of it, so he turned around and ran to the dead old man for a bowl of rice soup."

　　 "Who does this monk look down on?"

　　 The boss who sells Yangchun noodles feels that Xuanxin looks down on him.

　　 If you don’t eat cooking cakes, if you don’t eat a bowl of noodles, you have to come to find a dead old man and ask for a bowl of sour and smelly rice soup?

　　 You just don’t know what is good or bad.

　　 "This monk, isn't he crazy?"

　　 "That is, when I look at the grandeur, I thought it was some kind of monk."

　　 "Haha, he wants this dead old man to give him sour and smelly rice soup?"

　　 "Is my brain broken? Isn't the monk afraid that this dead old man will spread the disease to him?"

　　 "The monk of the Shaolin Temple in Shaoshi Mountain is a small temple in the wild. Is this monk worthy of being called a high monk?"

　　 "This monk is sick, this old man is dying with a bad disease, and he ran over to ask someone for a bowl of rice soup?"

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　　 The pedestrians who stopped and watched on the street were all talking and even sneering at them.

　　 speaks of contempt or disdain.

　　 means that he cannot understand what Xuan Xin did.

　　 Not only pedestrians cannot understand, even Xuan Yuan on the side is dumbfounded.

　　 He didn't even think about it, what is the abbot's junior brother doing?

　　 "Abbot, there are many big families in the town, we don't need to be here for alms..."

　　 Facing the street, more and more people pointed and pointed, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

　　 There are many wealthy merchants in this town, and there are even a lot of big dogs. In Xuan Yuan's view, it is based on the temperament and tolerance of Xuan Xin.

　　 There is also advanced Dharma.

　　 With this outfit, even if Shaolin Temple is just a small temple in the wild.

　　 It is easy to find a big dog family and beg some money.

　　 Why did you come and ask a dying old man to drink the sour and smelly rice soup?

　　 All kinds of criticisms in the face of people's pointing and pointing.

　　 shows disdain or contempt.

　　Xuanxin clasped his hands together, unaffected, the light of Buddha filled the consciousness, and a sincere smile appeared on the beautiful face.

　　 He really realized it.

　　What is the richest person in spirit?

　　 What is blessing?

　　Xuanxin looked at the old man and said sincerely: "Donor, I still hope that you can give me your rice soup."

　　 The old man looked at Xuanxin with incredible eyes and asked, "Do you really want it?"

　　 Xuan Xin nodded affirmatively.

　　 The stinky old man, who was covered with abscesses, trembled very hard to lift his small broken bowl.

　　Xuanxin bowed, and handed over his noble Zijin bowl.

　　 The old man poured the sour and smelly rice soup from the small broken bowl into Xuanxin's purple golden bowl.

　　Xuanxin picked up the purple golden bowl and slowly drank the sour and smelly rice soup...

　　 The street was crowded with pedestrians. Seeing Xuanyin with the beautiful facial features and a supernatural manner sipping rice soup, the disgust and contempt in the eyes of everyone was even more...

　　 I covered my mouth and nose and felt sick. How can I drink such rice soup?

　　 "Abbot..."

　　 Xuan Yuan directly behind him was stupid.

　　 This little brother abbot, he is the reincarnation of the Buddha, Shaolin’s hope is the living Buddha.

　　 The first time I went down the mountain to alms, I found a seriously ill, stinking old man who wanted a bowl of sour and stinky rice soup?

　　 and really drank it in public!

That is why ah? Why do you want to do this? What's wrong with the abbot's junior brother?

　　 can't understand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is very confused, he can't understand what Xuanxin did.

　　 Seeing Xuan Xin drinking the sour and smelly rice soup not only burst into tears.

"Grandmaster…"

　　 Seeing Xuan Xin really drank the rice soup, the old man looked at Xuan Xin in disbelief.

　　 "Thank you for the donor!"

　　 "This bowl of rice soup is your best thing and also your most precious thing."

　　 "If you are willing to give to me, it shows that you have a heart to help others. You are the richest person in spirit."

　　 "The Buddha will bless you, you are already a seeker."

　　 Xuan Xin realized it, and after speaking to the old man with a sincere expression on his face, he turned and handed the purple golden bowl to Xuan Yuan.

　　 Xuan Xin didn't finish drinking the sour and smelly rice soup, but left a sip for Xuan Yuan.

　　 "Abbot..."

　　Xuanyuan's mind was blank, and the whole person was already stupid there.

　　 "Drink it."

　　 Xuan Xin handed the purple gold bowl to Xuan Yuan in a faint way.

"what?"

　　 "Abbot...this...this..."

　　 took the purple golden bowl from Xuan Xin, and saw that there was still some rice soup left in it.

　　 Xuan Yuan looked bewildered and at a loss.

　　 "Drink."

　　 Xuan Xin just stared at Xuan Yuan in a daze.

　　 In the purple golden bowl, most of the rice soup has been drunk by Xuan Xin, and all that is left is just a sip.

　　 looked at Xuan Xin's mysterious eyes as deep as the night sky.

　　 Xuan Yuan trembled all over at this moment.

　　 After stunned for three or four seconds, he held up the purple golden bowl and bite the bullet and drank the remaining rice soup in one gulp.