[Sui and Tang Dynasties] The benefactor, the poor monk is a monk

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Title: [Sui and Tang Dynasties] Donor, the poor monk is a monk

Author: Clock outside the building

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Jian San Sui and Tang Wen.The protagonist only has three sword skills.

He violated both the alcohol and meat abstinences, except for the amnesia monk who did not want to commit a lust, but ended up being violated.

#Poor monk just amnesia not mentally retarded series#

Who is Mr. CP?

Donor, the poor monk is a monk, so you must not violate the precepts of lust.

The main attack or the main receiver?

... Donor, the poor monk is an offense even if he doesn't break the lust precept!

Content tags: Historical Drama System Traveling Through Time and Space Jianghu Enmity

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tanzong┃Supporting roles: Temple members, Li Shimin, Li Jiancheng┃Others: Sui and Tang Dynasties, Sword Three

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☆, the poor monk lost his memory

Tan Zong sat on the futon with some deep thoughts, he closed his eyes and was thinking.Not thinking about Buddhism, nor thinking about martial arts, but simply thinking about who I am.

When Tan Zong opened his eyes, he held a stick tightly in his hand and refused to let go no matter what.And his head hurt for a while, he just glanced at the blue sky in a trance, then passed out again, and when he woke up, he was already lying in the temple.

He lost his memory, and even the name "Tanzong" was told to him by others.

However, he didn't feel familiar with the name at all, and when he looked at the four-foot-nine-inch stick that he refused to let go of for the rest of his life, the word "burning wood" jumped out of his first reaction.

Something doesn't seem right.

The monk who rescued him said that he was hit on the head in order to get the stick, which caused memory loss.

Seeing him like this, Abbot Zhicao just said: "Amitabha, everything is empty."

Although he has some insights, he still feels that something is not right.

It's like "traversing", yes, it's "traversing"!Tan Zong suddenly opened his eyes, a little excited.

Opening his eyes, staring at the dark gray wall in front of him, Tan Zong suddenly couldn't turn his head: What is "traveling"?

"Squealing—" a twelve or thirteen-year-old monk opened the door and came in. "Master, I brought some cakes. By the way, my brother cooked some porridge for you, and I brought it too."

Tan Zong touched his slippery head, but said nothing.

Seeing the little monk put down his things, Tan Zong glanced at himself a few times, and finally couldn't help but said: "I still have a lot of things that I can't remember. Your name is Jueyuan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tanzong could feel the very obvious cold aura coming from the little monk. =口=Young man, have you been possessed by something?The background is completely black!I want to swallow the whole person!

However, Jue Yuan's tone was unexpectedly the same as when he entered the door: "Yes. I have already brought the things. The abbot said that today he will take Master around Shaolin Temple and Baigu Temple. Jue Yuan still has to talk to Master Ming Song today. Learn to identify herbs, master remember to eat."

Tan Zong saw the little apprentice whose background had been blackened enough to drip ink and slammed out the door, touched his bald head again: hey, he is still a master.Amnesia made her unable to recognize her apprentice, so it was no wonder that her apprentice was angry.

Monks are vegetarians.Facing a big bowl of porridge and some cakes on the table, Tan Zong stood up silently, ready to eat.I always feel that I am not a vegetarian, and there are too many things that are wrong.

The rice is very fragrant, and so are the cakes.I don't even have a shallot, and I don't know how to make such delicious porridge and cakes.

Tan Zong, who was about to continue sitting in meditation, subconsciously raised his hand and touched his head for the third time.No hair, bald, really clean-shaven.

Meditate.

Sit still, sit still.

Many monks who came to see him chattered a lot at the beginning, but unfortunately at that time he only felt a pain in his head and didn't write down much at all.I just feel that there are a lot of monks wearing the same clothes and a lot of shiny heads.

He has no hair, he is worthy of being a monk, he is worthy of being a monk of Shaolin Temple.

Now he managed to memorize some people's names, tsk tsk, there are hundreds of monks, and the dharma names only have two words, some of them even sound similar, it would be good if he could remember a few key people.Maybe it's easier to remember from Jueyi to Juebai.

Ah, speaking of it, the peace I got now still depends on Ming Song and the abbot.

Once the mind is good, it is easy to think wildly.Tan Zong hugged his stick, stared blankly at the wall, thinking about this and that for several days.Of course, the consequence of this is to be taught a lesson by Ming Song.

Tapping the hut rhythmically, as soon as Abbot Zhicao walked in, he saw Tanzong in "Facing the Wall and Thinking of Mistakes" and the stick in his hand.

Tan Zong turned his head and saw the abbot Zhicao all in blue.

Tan Zong's eyes unconsciously glanced at the abbot's head. Hearing Zhi Cao's light cough, he realized that the abbot of Shaolin Temple had already arrived in his room, and was going to take him to visit Shaolin Temple and Baigu Temple in person.

The abbot didn’t say much, but greeted Tan Zong very often: “I haven’t understood the temple well after amnesia. Let me take you for a walk. After all, you are the master of Baigu Temple. By the way, these days, Ming Song He and Jueyuan are helping you manage it, since you have almost recovered, you can consider returning."

"I've lost my memory." Tan Zong was heartbroken, feeling that his soul was about to go out of his body.

The abbot smiled kindly: "No problem, no problem. You can practice martial arts again, and you can learn Buddhism again. Fortune and misfortune depend on you. You should learn to look forward."

Tanzong, who was completely blocked to death, felt even more congested, so he had to silently follow his abbot and visit the entire Shaolin Temple and Baigu Temple.

The abbot didn't walk fast, and his tone was gentle: "Bogu Temple and Shaolin Temple have nothing special. There are Buddhist halls, martial arts training grounds, and kitchens. Most of the harvested wheat is put in Baigu Temple. By the way, To the east is the martial arts training ground, and the wheat is usually sunned.”

Tan Zong looked around for a while, then shook his head unconsciously: "Oh, I'm just responsible for leading them to guard the food?"

Abbot: "...that's not wrong..."

Tan Zong thought deeply for a while, and decided to tell the abbot all his thoughts, he had an unexpected sense of trust in the abbot, which may be the reason why the abbot was able to become the abbot.

Tan Zong let out a deep breath: "Abbot, I always feel that many places are wrong."

The abbot was puzzled: "It doesn't feel right?"

Tan Zong nodded: "I feel that the Buddha statues should be more resplendent, that the temples should be more magnificent, that the way of practicing martial arts is not only about boxing and kicking, but even that I am not me."

The abbot seemed to be stunned for a while, and he recovered after a while: "...the eye of the sky?"

"Huh?" This time it was Tan Zong's turn to be puzzled.

The great abbot took a deep look at Tanzong and shook his head: "Maybe everything you think is wrong may be right."

Xuan, I don't quite understand.Tanzong reluctantly tightened his hand holding the stick: "If the abbot doesn't explain clearly, I will be a little at a loss."

Lord Abbot smiled: "Amnesia is not a bad thing. If you feel something is wrong, then go in the right direction."

Tan Zong glanced at Lord Abbot's head, thinking about it, he didn't feel very good: "...grow hair?"

Master Abbot: "...This can be considered again."

Tanzong thought about it again: "...Oh, and I always feel that I eat meat."

Lord Abbot: "...This is a violation of the precept."

Tan Zong looked quietly at the abbot: "...drinking?"

Lord Abbot: "...It is also a violation of the precepts."

Tanzong finally said seriously: "...Actually, I don't think I'm a monk."

Lord Abbot: "...Some things should be considered, and then considered."

The author has something to say:

In order to prevent those who don’t read the copy from asking questions again, a friendly reminder: This article is the main focus.

Notes on the popular version: Liaofang: A single room in a monastery.

Small theater as always:

Tanzong: [heart-stuck] As a temple master with amnesia, I am under a lot of pressure.

Jueyuan: [Blackening] As a forgotten apprentice, I feel more pressure.

Ming Song: [Smiling] As a monk who is good at seeing doctors, I feel a lot of pressure.

Abbot: [Harmony] Have you recited the scriptures today?Who is absent from morning class?Have you harvested the wheat in the training ground?Are you still under pressure?Come, read this sutra fifty times more.

☆, the poor monk practiced martial arts

Since he intends to return and continue to be his own temple master, he must first recover his martial arts.

The world is in dire straits, and Shaolin Temple can no longer hold on to this world of freedom with just fists and kicks.For their own safety, Shaolin Temple began to pick up sticks and practice stick techniques, so as to better protect themselves, defend Shaolin Temple, and keep this quiet place.

As the master of Baigu Temple, Tanzong has superb martial arts skills and has always been a leading figure.At this moment, he has lost his memory, and he has completely forgotten all his martial arts and Buddhism, so he can't help feeling a little uneasy from time to time.

As if hypnotized, Tan Zong meditated countless times in his heart: I am the man who is the master of Baigu Temple!No matter what, practice martial arts well!

After praising his wit, Tan Zong rushed into the crowd, dragged away the sweaty Jueyuan who had just finished his morning class, and prepared to learn how to be a master of martial arts.Disciples are all taught by the master, and they can always help a little.

Baigu Temple is not far from Shaolin Temple and is a subordinate temple of Shaolin Temple.The newly built wooden piles in the courtyard are neatly arranged on one side of the square, waiting for monks practicing martial arts at any time.

Shooing away a group of young monks who were poking around and trying to watch, Tan Zong walked to a wooden stake.

Burning wood is the cause of Tanzong's amnesia, and it is also a weapon that Tanzong cannot give up.The red stick body is so delicate that it doesn't look like a weapon.But for Tanzong at this moment, this is the only thing he can rely on.

Tan Zong took the burning wood with the stick and pointed it at the stake for a while, a flash in his mind, his hands unconsciously staggered and began to shake the burning wood.The tiger's mouth is facing the tiger's mouth, and the stick sticks and wraps around.Due to the high speed, the entire burning stick left countless afterimages in the air.

One hit, two hits, three hits... down chop.

The hand on the stake broke at the sound.

Looking at the stake with astonishment, and then at the burning wood in his hand, Tan Zong couldn't escape from the shock at all.

Jue Yuan, who was in charge of "guarding" his amnesia master, widened his eyes, and seemed to feel that his master was extremely powerful this time, and the rapid rain of stick attacks made him move forward, thinking I want to sigh that "good fortune and misfortune depend on each other".

Tan Zong picked up the stake on the ground, took a look at it, and finally handed it to his immature but wise little apprentice with a blank expression: "It was gnawed by ants, not me."

……Ha ha……

Jue Yuan, who had swallowed the words just now, stared with dead fish eyes: "...Master, you shouldn't face the wooden stake when practicing the stick technique. The wooden stake is used to practice fist and kick kung fu. In addition, monks don't lie , The wooden stakes and the sticks in the temple are all specially made, which cannot be damaged by ants."

...Would the apprentices of other people's families expose their masters too!Tan Zong, who was weeping in his heart, expressed——Happy!

Seeing his master squatting in the corner to draw circles, Jue Yuan bulged his cheeks, and finally stepped forward to grab his master's arhat robe awkwardly: "Master, practicing martial arts is not a one-time thing. Also, the moves just now are very powerful."

Tan Zong turned his head in surprise: "Really? I think I used to know the moves just now. Have I taught you? Maybe I will remember something."

"Master is my refuge teacher. However, I haven't seen Master's move just now." Jue Yuan turned his head away, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and his tone was a bit subtle.

"Refuge teacher?" the squatting Tan Zong asked doubtfully.

Jue Yuan curled his lips and explained: "Master shaved me, so Master is my refuge master. And Master Ming Song is my refuge master."

Well, Jue Yuan is only twelve or thirteen years old after all.

Tan Zong, who was originally squatting, suddenly changed his posture and sat cross-legged towards Jue Yuan: "Jue Yuan, do you mind my amnesia?"

Jueyuan didn't look directly at Tanzong, but his tone calmed down: "No."

Tan Zong grabbed Jue Yuan's robe and pulled him down: "Hey, sit down." Seeing that Jue Yuan staggered and quickly adjusted his posture, Tan Zong touched him in satisfaction. Jue Yuan's head, "What are children doing so awkwardly?"

With a "snap", Jue Yuan opened his master's hand, and glared angrily, "I'm so awkward! It's the master, you lost your memory, you don't even remember your own apprentice!"

Tan Zong narrowed his eyes and poked Jueyuan's waist with a burning wood: "Hey, do you still have any memory of what happened before Jueyuan converted to Buddhism?"

Jueyuan: "...don't remember."

Tanzong nodded with satisfaction: "I also lost my memory, we are worthy of being masters and apprentices."

Jueyuan removed the burning stick with his hands, gnashed his teeth and emphasized word by word: "I, when, when, three, years old."

Tanzong said that the wind was so strong that he didn't hear it, and continued to ask with a smile: "Does Jueyuan want to know about the past?"

Jueyuan nodded and shook his head: "I want to know, but it doesn't matter if I don't know."

Tan Zong: "Well, I also want to know what happened before I lost my memory. I don't know anything, it's hard to be the master of Baigu Temple. If Jueyuan is still awkward at this time, you are always unwilling to face me. Wouldn't it be more difficult for me to recover my memory?"

Jue Yuan subconsciously put his fingers to his mouth and gnawed, puffing out his baby-fat face, just like a little hamster.He thought for a long time, and finally met Tan Zong's eyes: "Master, let me help you recover your memory."

Tanzong's tense heart finally eased: "Great, let's recall the martial arts just now. My first move is called Purdue Sifang, do you have any memory?"

Jueyuan, who was finally honest, shook his head: "Master, this may be a new move you came up with, and memory loss may not be a bad thing for Master."

Tanzong followed suit and shook his head: "I don't think it's my new idea, my instinct tells me it's not."

Jue Yuan frowned slightly: "But there is no such move in the temple. Master, do you remember other moves?"

Tan Zong touched his chin, thought deeply for a while, and then clapped his hands as if awakened: "I don't remember."

"..." Jueyuan got up silently, and glanced at his master Sensen, "Master, I think you not only lost your memory, but you may also have broken your brain."

Tan Zong stretched out his hand to save innocent people: "Disciple, I feel that I can save you once more. Don't give up!"

Jueyuan didn't turn his head to leave, leaving only one sentence: "Master, it's better to practice martial arts by yourself. Master Ming Song, I will discuss with him when to start learning Buddhist principles with master."

Tan Zong didn't get up, but raised his voice and asked, "Disciple, are you going to learn with me?"

It's a pity that this time, Jue Yuan didn't even reply, and left without hesitation.

Tan Zong let go of his crossed legs and fell to the ground with a smile on his face.Memory loss is not terrible, what is terrible is not being able to integrate into the surrounding environment.Although the sense of disobedience is so strong, the kindness exuded by the people around can really calm my restless heart.

The author has something to say: Comments on the popular edition: Refuge teacher: Master who helps shave; Religion teacher: Master who teaches.

small theater:

Tan Zong: (*￣︶￣)y It’s really nice to have an apprentice~

Jue Yuan: ▼_▼

Tan Zong: (*￣︶￣) y, little apprentice, don’t be blind, you are still young [Huh!

Jueyuan: ▼_▼ This person is probably sick.

Tan Zong: ▼_▼... I think I can still save it.

☆, the poor monk is dueling

In this war-torn era, Shaolin Temple, which owns a large area of ​​land, gave up part of the land to the common people for farming, and only charged a little rent as a sign of meaning.In times of famine, Shaolin Temple will even serve porridge in Baigu Temple.

As a matter of course, the people nearby have a certain amount of respect for every monk in Shaolin Temple.Except for the common people near the monastery, even the people in the monastery did not look at Ming Song with reverence.

Ming Song is the monk with the most superb medical skills in the temple. He always has a strong smell of herbs on his body. He likes to put a slight smile on his face, like a living bodhisattva who can move.

Everyone is born, grows old, gets sick and dies.The suffering rescuer Ming Song, although smiling at the moment, really wanted to throw the person in front of him out of the room.

Tan Zong's eyes flicked to Jueyuan secretly, but he and Ming Song's little apprentice completely ignored him.

Cover your face and cry bitterly.After the fifth watch, I was dragged inhumanely to endorse the book, and I was so tired.The little apprentice ignored me, feeling very tired.

Looking left and right, he felt that no one could come to rescue him, so he raised his hand silently, with a mournful face: "I can't recite it, I don't understand it, I can't even remember the words. Ming Song, do you want to repeat it again?"

The perennial gentle smile on Ming Song's face is almost unstoppable: "Who thought you had good qualifications back then? It's been three hours, and you haven't even written down a single volume."

Tan Zong coughed lightly: "I am old and my memory is not good. You should also be more considerate."

"..." Ming Song let out a deep breath of understanding for your apprentice, "I still need to collect herbs today, Jue Yuan, you..."

"I went to gather medicine with Master Mingsong." Jue Yuan did not hesitate to abandon his family and take refuge in Master.

Covering his face and weeping bitterly, the apprentice is no longer willing to play happily.

Ming Song looked at Tan Zong's look of "abandoned life has nothing to love", the corners of his eyes twitched: "I will find Senior Brother Hui Yu. I think only Senior Brother Hui Jun can teach you well."

Since Jueyuan agreed to help Tan Zong restore his memory, he explained with dead fish eyes at this moment: "Uncle Hui Jue is very skilled in martial arts, so he also undertakes a lot of things in the temple, so he didn't come to see Master very much. Master Hui Ju Uncle and Master worshiped the same Master back then, so he should be more familiar with Master than us."

Tan Zong, who regained his anger in seconds, continued to raise his hand: "Oh, by the way, the abbot said that I have other apprentices, who are they?"

Jueyuan: "Daoguang, Sengman, Sengfeng, etc. Master, since you have almost recovered, go to the kitchen to eat by yourself. You will meet them."

"...Can you teach me how to memorize hundreds of monks in a short time? Oh, and match the face with the name." Recalling that when he first woke up, the world was full of the same arhat robes and bald heads, Tan Zong felt that his soul was about to come out of his body.

Ming Song smiled: "Okay, memorize what I just said first. If you memorize a lot, you can memorize it quickly."

... Hey, the soul has officially come out of the body.

Jueyuan, who left Tan Zong and went to collect medicine with Ming Song, suddenly thought of something: "Is it really okay for Master Hui to help? After all, Master Tan Zong has no memory at all now, and he hasn't had a deep understanding of the precepts yet." Take it easy."

Ming Song tilted his head and smiled: "Does it matter? Shaolin Temple accepts a wide range of disciples, there is one exception and there are two exceptions, there is not much difference."

Jueyuan subconsciously put his finger to his mouth again, trying to bite, but Ming Song moved it away: "You should change this habit."

"It's a habit anyway, it doesn't matter if you change it or not." Jue Yuan turned his head in embarrassment, but exposed his red ears to his master Ming Song.

Ming Song smiled even more, but didn't speak again.The topic has thus been shifted.

Shaolin Temple accepts a wide range of disciples, but they don't carefully select them, at most they just check if they have a Buddhist affinity.The Buddha's heart sees the Buddha, and the devil's heart sees the devil.Shaolin Temple always accepts defectors with a tolerant attitude.

But these, the current Tan sect is still not clear.It was only when he met the legendary Brother Hui Ju that he realized that not all monks are the same.

What does a monk do in a day?Nothing more than doing odd jobs, practicing martial arts and studying Buddhism.Endorsement turned out to be my weakness!Being thrown back into the room, Tan Zong looked at Yun Juan Yun Shu outside the window at a 45-degree angle.I heard that I used to be both civil and military, how could I be reduced to such a point now.

It must be all the wood burning fault!

Steady footsteps came from outside the house, Tan Zong looked towards the door of his hut.

Hui Jue was very energetic, and pushed the door straight in: "Yo, long time no see. I have put down a lot of disciples to guide you, poor little brother with amnesia."

Tan Zong, who has excellent physical fitness and excellent sense of smell, widened his eyes in astonishment, and looked directly at the monk who suddenly appeared: "...Hey?!!! Brother?!!"

Hui Ju raised his eyebrows: "Are you thinking of me, or are you surprised?"

Tan Zong, who was so surprised that he could no longer speak normally, expressed intermittently: "Temple master, uh, I mean the abbot, yes, he said, um, drinking alcohol is a violation of the precepts!"

Hui Ju, who smelled of alcohol all over his body, pulled out the wine bag from his waist and put it to his mouth, and took a long gulp without hesitation: "Oh, it's a violation of the precept. Do you want to drink?"

Tan Zong's gaze moved with the wine bag, and he swallowed silently: "Why can you drink even if you break the precept?"

Shaking the wine bag that still had half a bag of wine left, Hui Jue hummed: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept it in his heart. Why do you care about so many rules?"

"...Come here!" I haven't smelled meat for a long time, and I haven't tasted wine for a long time.Impressed instantly!

But at this moment, Hui Ju twitched his mouth, put the wine bag away, pointed at the burning wood of Tanzong, and said: "Fight with me, if you win, drink as you please."

...=mouth=hey? !

After the time for a cup of tea, in the martial arts arena, Hui Yu and Tan Zong stood on both sides with a stick each.

The afternoon sun is not dazzling, but it still shines brightly on the heads of the rows of monks next to it.

The head is reflective, hey!Why do you come to watch? Hey!Don't poke your head, heads that only differ in size look the same to everyone!

A fat monk shouted from it: "Master, come on! Even if you lose your memory, you still have to beat Master!"

In view of the fact that there were too many people, Tan Zong swallowed the "I surrender" that was on the verge of escape, and immediately said solemnly: "I will. Let you see my new move."

"Wow!!" The group of monks who were watching made a commotion, and immediately called for friends, and immediately attracted more monks, and the number of monks increased exponentially in an instant.

...I regret being a teacher... Which monk called me just now!As a teacher, I will definitely remember you deeply!

Hui Yu didn't regret it regardless of the empress Tanzong, with a playful smile, he took another sip of wine, threw the wine bag aside, and the body holding the stick suddenly seemed to have no bones.

"Wow!!" The monks watching were amazed again.It is indeed a duel between the strongest monks in Shaolin Temple!

Although the boneless Huiju was stumbling around, his strength did not weaken at all. After shaking and shaking, he took the stick and directly slashed towards Tanzong.

Tan Zong raised his hand subconsciously and blocked Hui Ju's attack with burning wood, but just this one made his hands numb.

...Brother, did you eat vigorous spinach, brother!

Something sprang into Tan Zong's mind, who staggered back two steps, but he quickly forgot it.Because Hui Ju didn't give him time to let his thoughts wander, he turned around, threw the stick out like a knife, and attacked Tan Zong from the side.

Instinct one block!Tan Zong had just breathed a sigh of relief, but was sent to the edge of the martial arts field by Hui Jue like a cat playing a mouse one after another.

The surrounding monks were so nervous that no one spoke.

Tan Zong was finally forced to the point where he could no longer retreat, and his brain was completely immersed in the fighting.

Released in the defensive style, Tan Zong swept Liuhe and directly drew a big circle, forcing Huiju to a certain distance.

Hui Ju's eyes changed at this moment, but his rhythm was not disturbed by Tanzong at all.

Tan Zong seemed to have completely immersed himself in his own world, and he could feel the waves of warmth all over his body. He used the defensive style again, and the next step was to use the Pudu Sifang for the first time when he was practicing martial arts.

Hui Ju, who couldn't get close, seemed to be even more drunk at the moment, every movement of his hand and foot, every movement happened to be able to block Tanzong's offensive.

The onlookers didn't even dare to swallow their saliva, for fear of disturbing the two people fighting in the arena.

"Pa--", "Pa--" the sound of the stick became more and more urgent, and Hui Jue was unexpectedly taken away by the rhythm of Tanzong at this moment.

"What are you all doing here?" A cold voice came from the outside of the training ground, "Stay away, I want to see who dares to make such a big commotion."

As soon as they heard the sound, the many monks who had been onlookers immediately dispersed and gave up their positions.

The competition in the arena hadn't stopped yet, but when they saw that it was Hui Ji and Tan Zong, the visitor's face darkened a lot in an instant, and he immediately stopped sternly: "Stop it—"

The lingering sound lingered.Tan Zong was out of state instantly, Hui Ju also returned to normal, and took back his stick.

The person turned around with a dark face: "You two follow me, I need an explanation."

The author has something to say:

Note on the popular version: Zen is generally passed on orally, and Shaolin Temple is the ancestral home of Zen.

Hui Yu: -_,- My appearance was really cool and crazy.

Tan Zong: =Brother, don’t patronize to fight with me, you still have to take me to endorse, take me to pretend and take me to fly!

Hui Ju: -_-The wine is gone, I'll go find some wine, goodbye!

Tanzong: =dish=! ! !

☆, the poor monk drank

Pu Hui is the supervisor of the temple, and at this moment he was flicking the Buddhist beads in his hand, his face seemed so dark that ink could drip.

Hui Jue stood aside with a meaningless face, but even though he wasn't worried, he still stood up straight and didn't dare to relax a bit.

Tan Zong, who had been tricked and hadn't had a drink yet, straightened his face, but didn't dare to speak first.

Pu Hui's face was not angry and prestige at all, with a hint of murderous intent, not to mention that he is still angry now: "Hui Yu, when Ming Song gave the words, he clearly said that he wanted you to familiarize himself with Buddhism and recite Zen Buddhism. Jing. Why do you fight on the training ground?"

Rubbing his wine bag with his fingers, Hui Ju resisted the urge to drink, and replied: "There is no memory of the past, the body will remember it for him. Martial arts are the best to recover. After recovering martial arts, maybe all the memories It's all recovered."

The words are good, but Puhui is not so easy to be fooled by. He glared at Huijun angrily: "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning. If you have the energy, go to the kitchen to chop firewood for me."

When Pu Hui looked at Tan Zong again, his face softened a bit: "Tan Zong, don't be impatient when practicing martial arts. Your martial arts foundation is there, and it won't have much impact. You learn from Hui Yu first, and in the temple You can also copy some Buddhist scriptures for enlightenment, the most important thing is enlightenment."

Seeing Tan Zong nodded, Pu Hui also nodded in peace of mind, and then glared at Hui Jun again with a straight face: "You have been allowed to break the alcohol prohibition in the monastery, so you also restrain yourself, and there will be another time ,snort."

Seeing Pu Hui throwing his sleeves away, both Tan Zong and Hui Jue heaved a sigh of relief.

A fat head sneaked out: "Master, uncle, are you all right?"

Tan Zong heard this familiar voice and turned his head to look.

A fat monk who was twice the size of an ordinary monk tried to shrink himself and looked towards him.

"Seng Feng, you take Seng Man to do your own business. Your master will leave it to me." Hui Ju waved at the fat monk, gesturing him to leave.

The fat monk narrowed his eyes and said with a naive smile, "Okay, master, try to recover your memory! We are all waiting!"

Tan Zong nodded with a smile.

The fat monk who got the reaction rubbed his hands and ran away quickly.

Hui Ju sat down cross-legged: "It was your apprentice Seng Feng just now, and he was easy to recognize. I don't think anyone in the monastery can be fatter than him. I really don't know how he grew so fat in these days without oil and water. of."

Tan Zong agreed: "He is a flexible fat man."

"Let's not talk about him, let's talk about you first." The corners of Hui Ju's lips curled up, "We are both monks, but I obviously have more chores than you. Whether it is practicing Zen or practicing martial arts, you have already surpassed me. , and now it has been reduced to amnesia, and I need to teach it."

Tan Zong touched his head: "I don't know how I lost my memory. They told me that it was because of burning sticks, but no one could tell me what happened at that time."

"The god stick fell from the sky and chose you." Hui Ju teased, and touched his wine bag again.

Tan Zong laughed and said: "Burning wood is not a magic stick, and I don't know what to do."

Hui Yu gestured to Tan Zong for his wine bag, and said with a smile, "Yes, you can just be yourself. If you can, I hope I will also lose my memory, and I won't be disturbed by the world."

"Even if you break the precept, you still have to drink. Brother is a person with a past." Tan Zong looked at the wine bag.

Hui Ju took a big gulp of himself: "Yes. My beloved woman and my family were all persecuted to death by this war-torn dynasty. And I can only be a coward in this temple."

Tanzong was a little speechless.

Hui Yu smiled at Tan Zong: "Sooner or later, I will end everything and return to the temple. It is also because of my insincerity that I am punished for practicing Zen and will never be able to compare with you."

Tanzong, who has no memory, can't understand Huiju's hatred, but he can understand the helplessness that only him is left in the world.

Shaolin Temple is the people who are at a loss, their only belonging is their most sincere belief.

Seeing the change in Tan Zong's eyes, Hui Jue smiled even more: "Do you want to drink? The abbot just told me that you want to break the precept."

Tan Zong stared at the wine bag, hesitating.

Hui Yu handed the wine bag to Tan Zong: "There are many monks in the temple who obey the rules, but there are also many who don't. Now you don't have enough Buddha heart, just like those guys who just converted."

Tanzong held the wine bag, as if he was asking himself, or Huijun: "Buddha's heart? My heart is not sincere."

Hui Jue turned to another place, no longer looking at Tanzong: "Junior brother, since you have lost your memory, you should find the purpose of your own existence and your goal again. It is meaningless whether you break the precept or not. You now Your heart is less sincere than mine."

Tan Zong laughed suddenly when he heard it, and took a sip with a wine bag: "Ahem... Senior Brother, you are right. Now for me, it is not the point whether I keep the precepts or not. The point is, what do I want to do? What to do. If I can't find a reason to convert, I'll consider returning to secular life."

Hui Yumo: "...Hey, I didn't say I want you to return to vulgarity, I just want you to convert to Buddhism physically and mentally..."

Tan Zong: "...Then you still encourage me to drink?"

Hui Jue: "...Anyway, I have relapsed, so it would be nice to have one more to accompany me."

Tan Zong: "...==#Let's fight again."

Hui Ju: "...you want to punish for copying scriptures?"

Pu Hui's face instantly appeared in front of Tanzong's eyes, and he shook his head violently: "I don't want to."

Hui Yu received the wine bag and tapped Tan Zong on the head: "Come on, now put your head on for me. I will start to teach you Zen. By the way, have they taught you all the precepts?"

Tan Zong sneered: "I told you... 250 precepts, I can't remember them at all."

Hui Jue followed with a smile: "Follow everyone and you will be familiar with the 250 precepts. There are actually not so many rules in the monastery now. The world is chaotic outside, and the monks in the monastery can still abide by the basic rules. It is already very good." gone."

Tan Zong, who had just broken the alcohol prohibition, nodded slightly: "Actually, I want to eat meat more than to drink alcohol. I guess many monks want to eat meat as much as I do. But this is a violation of the meat prohibition." From waking up to now, the porridge and side dishes are cleared every day, and the poor monk can't afford to be hurt!

"Meat?" Hui Yu sneered, "Even eating a scallion is a violation of the precepts. The Buddha is in the heart, and the precepts are only for a restraint."

Tan Zong looked at Hui Ju and said nothing.

Hui Yu paused for a moment: "Without experience, there is no comprehension. I hope you can break through and then stand up."

Tanzong: "...is this word used like this?"

Hui Ju waved his hand: "It's not important. Come on, I'll start giving you a lecture."

Although Hui Jue expressed that his heart was insincere, Hui Jue's eyes were as serious as he was in the martial arts training ground when he was talking about Zen, so serious that he lost himself.

"The so-called Zen does not establish words, teach outsiders, directly point to people's hearts, and become a Buddha by seeing one's nature. This is the essence of Zen. What's the use of keeping the precepts when you have a calm mind, and what's the use of practicing Zen when you walk straight. That's what I meant just now..."

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Supervisor: A monk who helps the abbot manage the temple.

Small five meats: Vegetable dishes are divided into small and small five meats, and small five meats refer to irritating plants such as leeks, garlic, and onions.Eating it is considered a violation of the meat precept.

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Tan Zong: (-﹃-) I really want to eat meat, eat meat, eat meat, eat meat, I really want to eat meat