That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

Ever since Si Huai was placed in Minghua Temple to practice with Lingjun in an upright manner, he would lock him in the house twice a day, either to read and copy scriptures in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, or to meditate in the meditation room. Or locked in the Arhat Pavilion to fight with the twelve bronze men, or thrown on the plum blossom pile in the back mountain to practice light kung fu...

In short, when the pilgrims came to the temple with great fanfare and prepared to see the true face of the dragon, they often waited for three to five days but failed to see them. If Si Huai was released just in time, the pilgrims would be happy For several days, I felt that I had good luck, and I was much richer when I added sesame oil.

Years are slow in the mountains of the capital. Although Minghua Temple is built on the mountainside, it is full of incense, which inevitably has some secular atmosphere. Accompanied by the daily morning bells and evening drums, a year has passed quietly.

In the past year, Si Huai's cultivation has improved a lot, and he has been able to hide the dragon horns and scales on his body, completely transforming into a human form.

One day, Si Huai excitedly ran out of the Sutra Pavilion, repeating in his heart several Buddhist principles he had realized after reading the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra", and wanted to ask Lingjun for praise.

After bouncing around for a while, he suddenly felt that such a violent movement would knock out the aura in his mind, so he quickly changed into a peaceful walking posture, and asked Lingjun where Lingjun was from a young monk with a ghostly expression. kitchen.

There is no food in the temple after noon, and the sun is going down at this moment, and there is no one in the kitchen. Si Huai saw the figure busy in front of the boiler from the window, so he jumped in through the window and called out: "Ling Juan!"

The man turned his face slightly, and fell silent.

Speaking of Lingjun, he was only a young monk in his twenties, but he called the abbot a senior brother, and he also had the title bestowed by the emperor himself. He had a very high status in the courtyard, and he was a figure in the generation of uncles and ancestors.

Although Si Huai practiced alongside him, he wasn't regarded as his teacher. He didn't know how to define his address. Sometimes he called "Master" like an ordinary monk, and sometimes he called him "Master" and "Master" respectfully. ", sometimes call "Master Lingjun" rigorously, and call him by his Dharma name casually or in private when there is no one else.

Lingjun had already heard it a lot, but Si Huai's cat heart was lifted by him, and he leaned forward on tiptoes, and inadvertently forgot what he had memorized all the way.

A monk of this generation and level of cultivation should sit in the main hall filled with cigarettes and explain scriptures and Buddhist principles, instead of cooking and eating in this room smoked by soot, but he is not only doing it, but also doing it in style.

A handful of thin noodles were dropped into the boiling pot. Lingjun turned his head and looked out the window. He took out two eggs from the wide sleeves of his robe and knocked them into the pot. float up.

He turned around and met his boss Si Huai who was staring at the pot eagerly, sighed and shook his head, scooped the noodles from the pot into a bowl, then dug in his sleeve for a while, and took out a paper bag that leaked oil , slowly opened it, and solemnly put a few pieces of dried beef that had run out of oil into the noodle bowl, and handed it to Si Huai with both hands, and asked with a smile, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

"Ah? What day? Hmm...September [-]th, it's not a day for offering incense and fasting..." Si Huai looked at him inexplicably, wondering if the monk had been lecturing for too long and was confused?Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked some nonsensical questions and served him a bowl of noodles.

"On September 49 last year, after [-] days of praying for rain at the Lotus Terrace of the Huguo Temple, the divine dragon manifested and rained, and turned into a handsome young man. I don't know if a god's birthday is passed, but a human being celebrates a birthday every year. , for good luck. Since you turned into a human form on the sixteenth day, it can also be counted as your birthday."

"Birthday..." Si Huai murmured. He had heard this word mentioned by the pilgrims in the past, but he couldn't remember the day when he got out of the shell, and he never thought about it. Such a day is a little strange at first mention.

Lingjun took a few steps to the small wooden table, freed up one hand and piled all the things on the table aside, leaving a space for the noodle bowl, and placed a pair of chopsticks, beckoning him to come over.

Si Huai walked over obediently, looked down at the eggs and meat in the bowl, did not immediately sit down and lift up the chopsticks, turned to look at Lingjun, and asked, "Where did you get the meat?"

The young boy has grown a lot taller this year. Lingjun is eight feet long, and is a full head taller among the monks. Last year, Si Huai only reached his shoulders and arms. Standing in front of him now After passing the chin, the immaturity on the face has faded a lot, there is still a faint greenness between the delicate eyebrows, and the voice that has not completely changed has a unique hoarseness.

Lingjun's eyes lingered over the red mole on his eyelids when he drooped his eyelids, but he didn't look away in a hurry, and replied calmly: "I asked for it from the pilgrims, don't you always clamor to eat meat? I'll give you a meal on your birthday. Speaking of which, I don't know how old you are?"

"I can't remember the age. I just remember that after I came to the Huai River, I devoted myself to practicing under the water. It took hundreds of years to transform from a snake into a dragon. But the body of the dragon was too big to scare people, so I continued to shrink into a small dragon. The appearance of a snake nests at the bottom of the water. You should have practiced for hundreds of years from Jiaohualong, who knows that there was a severe drought, but not only did I not get dried up in the sun, but I also met you, the holy monk. It’s not perfect, at least it’s going through the catastrophe of ascension and became a dragon that can soar among the clouds.”

After finishing speaking, Si Huai counted with his fingers seriously, and added: "Although I am young in form, I am probably older than your Minghua Temple."

"Eat quickly, the noodles are getting cold." Lingjun pulled the long chair a little farther, and changed the subject perfunctorily.It's not that he has never transformed a monster, but it is the first time he has transformed a dragon that has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Although the age is clearly there, he still can't quite compare the fifteen or sixteen year old boy in front of him. Those old seniors who have been dead for many years are put together.

The scent of noodles mixed with the aroma of oil and meat wafted happily in the air, Si Huai swallowed the saliva in his mouth, squatted down on the chair very disoriented, and put a chopstick in his mouth.

Lingjun is a monk who doesn't touch the spring water. He really doesn't have much talent in cooking, but it's not bad. Xiangzui felt that this bowl of so-called longevity noodles was surprisingly delicious.

"Si Huai." Sitting beside him, Lingjun twirled the string of beads in his hand, and when he saw that he drank up all the noodle soup in the bowl, he called him.

"In a few days, I will go to the Huguo Temple to give lectures again. You can go with me. I heard that there is a flood in the upper reaches of the Huai River. After the lecture, I just took a detour to take a look. If you want, we can go south or Going north, even though the drought has passed for a year, the people in some places are still living in dire straits..."

"Did the abbot tell you to take me away?" Si Huai rested his chopsticks lightly on the edge of the bowl, and turned to look at him. "You don't need to tell me, I know. I'm not a monk. I don't read the morning class well, I don't copy the scriptures well, and I disturb others' cultivation all day long. The most important thing is that I am here to offer incense. Although there are many people, but the heart is not sincere enough."

Si Huai is a simple-minded person, but not stupid in mind, even if he hangs himself out as a signboard to attract pilgrims, the master abbot will not like him much.Those who worship the Buddha can bow down anywhere, and traveling thousands of miles to Minghua Temple is not so much worshiping the Buddha as worshiping the dragon.

It's not the first time the abbot mentioned it to Lingjun, but he didn't know how to speak, so he took this opportunity to take him out for a walk to experience.

Originally thought that he would be unhappy knowing that the abbot wanted him to leave, but Si Huai picked up a chopstick and twirled it with his fingertips, whirling like a sharp blade, and chopped the chopstick into a stick in two or three strokes With a thin bamboo stick, the handsome young man blinked at him while picking his teeth, and asked, "When are we leaving?"

"Not urgent……"

"Then let's go tomorrow, start early so as not to miss the journey."

After Si Huai said these few words, he almost jumped up from his chair and rushed to the door, disappearing without a trace.

Looking at the direction where he disappeared, Lingjun sat silently beside the table for a while, then swallowed all the comforting words she had thought of, and walked slowly back to the monk's dormitory.

Most of the monks of certain ranks in the monastery live in independent single rooms, and Lingjun is no exception.When Si Huai first came to Minghua Temple, he was honored as a distinguished guest and lived in the guest house. Unexpectedly, after sleeping for a few days, he rolled up the quilt and put him on a bed in his room. He stayed there for a whole year.

At this time, the anti-customer was standing on the bed with his trousers rolled up, and two bags had already been placed under his feet.

"I even packed my things. It seems like I've been thinking about going out for a long time?" Lingjun glanced at him without reprimanding him. Gu Zi opened the cabinet beside him and took out the Zen staff leaning on the wall of the cabinet.

Si Huai recognized that Zen stick, and it was thanks to this Zen stick that he was able to carry those things all the way back from Kyoto last year, but after returning, he wiped it hastily and put it in the cabinet, and never took it out again.

I heard from an old monk who had stayed in the temple for some years that the Zen stick was left to him by Lingjun's master Master Liao Jing, but the jade ring inside had another origin.

Lingjun was only 15 years old when he first emerged.At that time, there was a place full of monsters. Seeing the children in the city being kidnapped one by one, many monks and eminent monks had no choice but to be picked up by the wandering monk Lingjun in the end.

At that time, Lingjun went to the monster's cave alone. After beheading the monster with his own hands, he couldn't bear to see him die, so he tried to save his soul. In order to be grateful, the monster refined his own blood into a green jade ring and gave it to him as a gift. To Lingjun.

After returning to the temple, Master Liao Jing praised him very much, and gave him the Zen stick that he used with him as a gift.The jade ring was lacking, and the Zen stick was free, so they fit together perfectly, so he spent a whole year, pouring half of his cultivation into the jade ring, embedded the jade ring in the center of the Zen stick, and then tempered it with karmic fire. On the 49th, it became what it is now, called: Bijue Chan Staff.

Later, Master Liaojing passed away, and he rarely stayed in the temple. He traveled all over the world, taught Buddhism, and eliminated demons. The current emperor knows his merits and virtues.

The monk wearing a purple cassock and holding a Bijue Zen staff looks much better than his current slovenly appearance.

Si Huai's mind was filled with the appearance he saw last year. As he thought about it, he went through his mind for a while, but it came to another sentence, "Lay monks all have personal weapons, and you also have a Zen staff. Why didn't I?"

"Weapons have to be forged. Melt your own flesh and blood into the weapon, and it will be your weapon alone." Lingjun patted the edge of the bed to make him sit down, and asked him calmly, "What kind of weapon do you want? "

"I don't need any magic weapon, just a sword. A Zen stick and stick are not suitable for me. The knife and ax are too heavy. Although the sword is used by many people, it is more elegant and light. It is most suitable for a handsome young man like me."

Lingjun stared at his face for a while, then silently closed his eyes and began to twist his Buddhist beads, silently thinking about which monk in the temple taught him this kind of nonsense.

"Lingjun." Si Huai sat next to him restlessly, his legs with rolled up trousers were slumped and dangling, he felt bored after shaking for a while, so he simply turned up and lay on his back on the bed.

"Lingjun, I heard that in addition to the name given by the parents, people also have a character, but is it true?"

"You've heard quite a lot." Lingjun didn't stop the movement of his hands, and said slowly: "That's true. Usually, the characters are taken by yourself when you are an adult, and there are also elders or people with good reputation when you are young. Words, this is not too much fuss."

"In this case, you gave me a name, why don't you give me another word? It's my birthday gift."

Lingjun slowly opened his eyes to look at him, the bead string in his hand just touched the Buddha's head and stopped, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking.

After a while, he said: "The Huai River is the river of people's livelihood. If boats can be sailed on the Huai River, the weather will be smooth and the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe. How about choosing the word 'Qi Zhou'?"

"Qi Zhou? Qi Zhou..." Si Huai repeated it several times, and the more he read it, the more joy he felt in his heart. A carp stiffened and rolled over from the bed. He smiled and folded his hands and bowed, "Thank you, Master, for the word!"

The author has something to say: Is it because fewer people read this subject?The author feels a coolness from head to toe, how about waving his little paw?I almost lost confidence in writing T^T