Poor monks do not break the precepts

Xuji was close to Xusheng when he was young, but he was infected with the bad habit of enjoying happiness in Buddhism. Every year in the cold winter, he likes to run to the withered grass hut, and as his master, the master of misery closes his eyes and never asks Harsh, others in the temple will not care too much, the only one who is dissatisfied and nagging is the owner of the withered grass hut.

The cold north wind howls, the sky is dull like snow is about to come, last night it was frosty and cold.The beginning of winter is just over, the autumn rain in Jishi Mountain has just stopped, and the winter snow is coming, and the snow is flying all over the sky for several days, making it more and more freezing.

The thatched hut was warmed by the charcoal fire, Xu Ji only wore a thin monk's robe, and copied the ancient scriptures quietly, he found that Xu Sheng's expression was depressed, and he was often in a trance, he wondered: "Why are you always out of your mind recently?"

Xu Sheng looked at the sparse trees in the forest, half-hanging yellow and green, resting his chin in meditation, lazily refusing to answer.Xu Ji had never seen Xu Sheng like this before, so he would not let it go so easily, and teased with a smile: "Brother mentioned you a few days ago, and also said that you are very abnormal, you who never go to the temple for morning classes, recently They often run to the temple."

"I'm a Shaolin disciple, so why would it be abnormal to go to the temple?" Xu Sheng walked to the desk while speaking, dipped a little cinnabar on his pen, and drew a few words in the scriptures copied by Xu Ji, "There are so many typos, don't you be afraid of profaning?" Buddha?"

"Sincerely, the Buddha will not blame you." Xu Ji wrote for a long time, shaking his neck from side to side to relax, "If it's you, you must have moved Fanxin, right?"

Xu Sheng took out the scissors in the drawer, carefully trimmed the white tooth pine on the flower stand, and replied leisurely: "It doesn't matter whether I have moved Fanxin or not, you guys have acquired the six senses, wouldn't you be laughing at fifty steps?"

Xu Ji stayed in the withered grass hut for half a day, and in the afternoon there was still something to do in the temple, so he packed up his brush and ink booth as usual, and said calmly, "Master and the abbot often teach us to care about our fellow disciples, and I do what I say. Besides, Advise my younger brother not to go astray, there is nothing wrong."

"Then I care about my friends, how can I be moved?"

Xuji always liked to open up his explanations, and said with a slightly serious expression: "Shuiwu Palace is a demon cult after all, you are free to make friends with its palace lord. But senior brother still wants to advise you to keep a little distance, after all, in the world now It's not peaceful."

"What's the matter? Since when did you wake up, your gaze became so superficial." Xu Sheng glanced out of the half-closed window of the Zen room with a deep smile, and then stared directly at Xu Ji's eyes, "Although Shui Wu Gong was ruled by the martial arts I hate it, but they have done treacherous and evil things. Just because they behave differently from the righteous way of the Central Plains, they are regarded as crooked. Don't you think that this is because the martial arts of the Central Plains are not kind and their tolerance is too small?"

Xu Ji was noncommittal to Xu Sheng's point of view, so he said with a smile: "Aren't you also a righteous person in martial arts."

After hearing this, Xu Sheng put down the scissors in his hand, quickly waved his hands and said: "I'm just a monk who cultivates purely, I don't dare to think highly of myself."

"A monk of Zhongzong Xu's generation, the name of a wonderful monk known to everyone in the world, how can it be so easy for you to let go of your identity."

Hearing the word Miaoseng, Xu Sheng couldn't help but frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "I don't know who gave me another name. I really have nothing to do, and it brings a lot of trouble to people."

After Xu Ji finished teasing Xu Sheng, counting the time, it's about time to go back to the temple to do some chores.After Xu Ji sent Xu Ji away, Xu Sheng called him who was sweeping the rules in the front hall to his side, and asked him to go to the back mountain to invite the guests.The woman behind Zigui is heroic and heroic, not counting the men in the rivers and lakes. The fine lines at the corners of the eyes have shown the traces of the years. Although she is over forty, she still has the charm. Wearing an ivory white belt, the clothes are very simple, and there is a hint of Yonghua faintly.

Xu Sheng and the woman looked at each other for a while, and when he was about to speak politely, a clear and beautiful child's voice sounded like the jingle of ice springs, "Women are not allowed to come to Shaolin Holy Land. I shouldn't come, but I have to. If there is something abrupt , Master Xusheng, please forgive me."

Seeing the resolute woman in front of him, Xu Sheng smiled faintly, turned sideways to make way, "Mr. Ji, please come inside."

Having heard of Mr. Jishi's name for a long time, Xu Sheng certainly knows how difficult she is to deal with, with sharp eyes and quick actions, she should be irresistible.The legendary figure of martial arts stood in front of him, and Xu Sheng carefully sized Ji Yintong up, without any timidity, when he suddenly encountered a strong enemy, he was even more excited in his bones.

Mr. Ji felt Xu Sheng's undisguised eyes, and didn't feel annoyed. He stepped into the thatched hut, and slowly scanned the room with his mouth slightly raised, before finally fixing his eyes on Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng thought about it for a while, and boldly brought Mr. Ji into the tea room.Mr. Ji followed behind Xu Sheng, obviously he couldn't see the expression of his predecessors, but he seemed to see through Xu Sheng's expression and thoughts completely, such a bold act, he gradually admired Xu Sheng.

"I'm not used to drinking tea. Master Xusheng, do you have any scented tablets?" Mr. Ji's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and the charm revealed to dilute the majesty and heroism of the owner of the village.Out of the corner of her eye, she fixed on the tea pot where Xu Sheng's fingers rested just now, and she saw Xu Sheng open the lid of the tea pot, and took out some incense flakes.

Xu Sheng pushed the fragrant tea in front of Mr. Ji, and said indifferently: "Mr. Ji and Master are Wangnian friends, and this young monk is Mr. Ji's junior. I really don't deserve the word "Master". Please ask Mr. Ji to call the little monk by his dharma name." .”

Mr. Ji understood the master's point in Xu Sheng's mouth, smiled and nodded, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and the fragrance immediately lingered on his teeth and cheeks, "It's so fragrant tea, where did you buy this flower fragrance piece?"

"It's made by the little monk." Xu Sheng took out a copper key from his pocket and gave it to Zi Gui, "Go to the cabinet and get a bag of incense tablets."

"If your master knows that I take your things, he will definitely run on me."

Xu Sheng carefully touched another tea pot in the small cabinet with his fingertips, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "When Mr. Huai came, he brought a bag of silver needles from Yueshan, but the monk didn't have time to return the gift. It just so happens that no one around the monk likes to drink tea. It's a pity to keep the fragrant tea, Mr. Ji, please don't be polite." After exchanging greetings, the room suddenly fell silent, and the four eyes met each other as if it was a temptation of a master's tricks, Xu Sheng smiled suddenly, and said straight to the point: "I don't know why Mr. Ji came to the Cottage today?"

Mr. Ji smiled kindly and said: "You are Xiao'er Mingmo's friend, so don't be humble in front of me." After thinking for a while, he said: "I heard my nephew Deen mentioned you, and I heard the third sibling say a few days ago I remember you saving her. So I came to thank you."

"No way, the poor monk can't bear Mr. Ji's deep thanks." Xu Sheng seemed flattered, and hurriedly said: "The poor monk just happened to pass by, and since he saw someone in trouble, he should help him. I never thought that I would have such a predestined relationship with the Hermitage Villa .”

Mr. Ji blew the light smoke from the mouth of the cup, and looked at Xu Sheng's quiet face from time to time, trying to find a trace of calculation, "Listen to Ming Mo, it was you who cured his childhood illness. As a mother, you should personally cure him." Thank you for coming to the door. However, I have never heard your master mention that you are good at medicine, so I am a little surprised."

Xu Sheng replied generously: "The poor monk is not talented. He accidentally pulled out the deficiency disease that was deeply rooted in Mr. Huai's body, but he did not cure Mr. Huai's old disease. Speaking of this, I hope Mr. Ji will forgive the poor monk for not taking good care of him. , making Mr. Huai suddenly suffer from a hidden illness, and it will take a few days for him to heal."

Mr. Ji knew about it in the biography, he shook his head lightly without any intention of blaming him, and sighed: "My son was born weak, and his good eyes were broken because of childhood illness. Shu, this matter has nothing to do with you, thanks to your careful care, otherwise he would not be able to take care of him so quickly."

"In the end it is because the poor monk got sick, and the poor monk cannot escape the blame."

Eyes are the most unbelievable thing. Mr. Ji noticed the guilt looming in Xu Sheng's eyes. Everyone in the world knows that a wonderful monk with an indifferent temper would reveal his true temperament for his son. Mr. Ji couldn't help feeling more attached to Xu Sheng Good impression.Taking a brief look around the furnishings in the room, there are complete sets of piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, elegantly furnished, like an academy, Mr. Ji smiled and said: "When you were very young, Xuan Kong once said that you are a martial arts prodigy, why are you not as good as your senior brothers now? "

Whether it was caring or probing, or both, Xu Sheng couldn't figure it out, but he behaved as usual, and said with a light smile: "It's probably because I'm lazy and not focused on learning martial arts, and I failed Master's expectations."

Mr. Ji didn't take Xu Sheng's words seriously, and said with a smile: "Learning martial arts is just to strengthen your body, and the second is to protect yourself and help others. There is no difference between high and low. Your master's greatest expectation is that you can live a safe life. As for martial arts attainments, Everyone has their own good luck, if you really don’t like it, no one will force you.”

What he said was heart-to-heart, Xu Sheng looked at Mr. Ji speechlessly, and immediately understood why Huai Mingmo's temperament was like this, the person in front of him was obviously full of doubts about him, but his words were full of sincerity, how could a mother be like a son without a son .

Xu Sheng saw through Mr. Ji's thoughts about him at a glance, and he concealed it better and better. He said with a calm smile: "The poor monk will remember Mr. Ji's enlightenment. By the way, is Mr. Ji going to live in the temple tonight? The poor monk has to let Zi Gui Go to the temple and report."

"No need." Mr. Ji explained: "I think you know what happened in the martial arts recently. I have to go to Dongzong to find out what happened, so I won't stay in the temple."

"Okay, when I go to the temple tomorrow, the poor monk will talk to the master and the abbot."

Mr. Ji sat cross-legged, nodded his head and said: "I heard that the Fragrant Pirates visited Shaolin Temple at night, there must have been a conflict, but was anyone injured?"

"The Fragrant Pirate doesn't seem to have any intention of conflicting with the people in the temple. After she broke into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and was found, she escaped." Xu Sheng handed a plate of snacks on the table to Zigui who was grumbling, and chattered again. Yan: "Brother Xu Wu fought against the incense thief at the gate of the temple. I heard from Zifa that the two fought only a few moves before the incense thief slipped away. However, the poor monk did not discuss this matter with Senior Brother Xu Wu afterwards. The specifics are unclear.”

Experts never need to ask bluntly, just a look, a mistake in tone, can see the opponent's mind.Mr. Ji has traveled all over the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has seen countless good and evil in martial arts. He thought he knew people well, but he had no way to deal with Xu Sheng.

Mr. Ji's straight shoulders were slightly slumped, his brows and eyes were soft and smiling like a crescent moon, and in his innocent smile, Xusheng glimpsed a trace of well-hidden disappointment. "Since I'm fine, I'm relieved."

Seeing that Mr. Ji was acting like this, Xu Sheng hurriedly smiled to keep the guests.Although Mr. Ji couldn't see through Xu Sheng's disguise, he could still discern the polite words of the other party, so he found an excuse to leave.Xu Sheng personally accompanied Mr. Ji to the small forest in the back mountain, until he was sure that Mr. Ji was gone, then he relaxed his expression like a sculpture of ice.

Zigui looked at Xu Sheng who was in a daze, and lightly pulled the cuff of Yue Bai's monk's clothes, "Master, do you really like this female benefactor?"

"I like her son, and I like her son." Xu Sheng raised his head and looked into the distance, with envy and tiredness in his voice, "They are all good people."

Zigui held Xusheng's hand, his chubby face was pressed against the back of Xusheng's hanging hand, and he spoke with a childish voice unique to children, and he smiled innocently, "Master is also very good."

"The back mountain is windy, let's go back."

In the next few days, no one came to visit the withered grass hut. The cold wind became stronger, and the north wind blew silver millet like white pear petals, which floated for two days and two nights, gradually covering all the stones leading to Wuwang Cliff. The stairs seem to want to isolate the withered grass cottage from the world.The mountain road is difficult, and Xu Sheng doesn't allow Zigui to go up and down the mountain to get food every day, and the master and apprentice can't starve to death on the mountain, so he will go to the temple every two days.

On this day, the withered thatched hut isolated in the barren mountains and snow welcomed a rare guest. This person was dressed in plain hemp white monk clothes, covered with wrinkles, as if telling the traces of the passage of time.It has been more than [-] years since I entered the temple to practice in adversity. It was only in the year when I entered the temple that I came to Wuwangya, and I didn't want to go back to the old place. The change is so great.The monk's robe fluttered in the wind, and Kuanzu lightly tapped the copper ring twice. After a while, Zigui heard the sound and opened the door from the inside.

Zigui stared blankly at the tall figure in front of him, a strange yet familiar guest, until the snow that covered Misery's shoulders fell, Zigui suddenly felt chills, flinched smartly, and said dully: "Uncle Taishi... "

"Is there a void in it?"

Zi Gui said truthfully: "Master is in the room." After he said that, he didn't mean to give way, he turned around and looked around the room several times at a loss, seeming to be in a dilemma.

Suffering stood upright in the wind and snow, his back was not bent because of the wind and snow, his hands were caged in the long sleeves of the monk's robe, and he kept flipping one hundred and eight Buddhist beads, his face was full of pain. His expression was as if the Jade Buddha didn't see his arrogance, his lips were tightly shut, and he didn't even open his mouth to urge Zigui to get out of the way.

It is against the rules to let the elders stand outside the house and wait quietly. Besides, it is a day full of wind and snow. People who live in vain are people who are uneasy about the world. Everyone in the temple knows, and the suffering is Shaolin who has practiced for decades. An eminent monk, let alone care about it in general.

The door of the withered grass hut could not be closed, and Zigui could not leave the misery behind to enter the house alone to keep warm, so he had to stand by the door to suffer from the cold. Before long, his lips were purple from the cold, his cheeks were flushed, and his white teeth were chattering uncontrollably.After about half a cup of tea, an order came slowly from the room: "Uncle, please come in."

The author has something to say:

Xu Sheng: I miss him the next day I can't see him...

Huai Mingmo: You didn’t send me off in person, so angry

Author: Don't sprinkle dog food on me, hiccup~