The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 21
Daoran was strolling along the road with a big basket on his back. After passing the steamed stuffed bun shop, he didn't see many food sellers along the way. At most, there was someone on the side of the road selling sesame seed cakes and candies.

You cannot see the slaughter of livestock with your own eyes, and eating it is not considered a breach of the precept.

It's a pity that there is no means of chilling in this era, and the livestock are slaughtered in the early morning, and they are sold out before dawn, otherwise the meat will stink by noon.

Now that the sun is rising, it may not be easy to find meat that is not clean.Daoran gave up his mind, if he had time to steal a wild dog to satisfy his hunger that day, he should be able to break the meat precept.

But food still needs to be eaten. Daoran is now a practitioner, and his appetite is much larger than before. A meat bun is not very hungry at all, and even a vegetarian can eat a table.

As he walked, Daoran saw a five-story building at the end of the avenue. On the plaque was written the magnificent "Sanzang Tower" in three big characters. Even in broad daylight, red lanterns were lit.

Daoran once heard a story that in ancient times, there were two rich merchants fighting for wealth, that is, they would light up the lights in the whole house day and night, until one of them could no longer hold on.

You know, this candle oil is not cheap, and ordinary people go to bed directly when it gets dark because they can't afford lights.

The Sanzang Tower is actually lit with lanterns in broad daylight. If today is not a special day, it means that the lanterns are kept on day and night. This is a blatant show of wealth.

I remember that the widow grandson said that the Sanzang Tower likes to help people from the Buddhist sect the most. It is such a magnificent place that you need to see it.

Daoran quickened his pace and walked towards the Sanzang Tower.

When he arrived at the front of the building, Dao Ran discovered another special feature of the five-storey building - the extremely high floors.

Although there are only five floors, it is higher than the seven-story pagoda of Jinshan Temple, and it occupies a very large area. It is not like an ordinary restaurant, but more like a small manor.

Moreover, the Sanzang Tower is backed by the West Lake and facing the Broken Bridge to the south, which is the most scenic area in Hangzhou City.

"The boss of Sanzang Tower is by no means an ordinary person." Dao Ran thought to himself.

When he arrived at the door of the Sanzang Tower, before Daoran could speak, the welcoming servant had already walked over in small steps, and said cordially and enthusiastically, "Master, welcome to the Sanzang Tower."

The boy smiled sincerely, without any impatience, and he didn't care about Daoran's old monk's robe that was stained by the wind and dust, and even thoughtfully wanted to help him carry the big basket behind his back.

Just as he raised his hand, the boy's expression froze.

Because he found that the bamboo basket didn't move at all when he made a move.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you benefactor, I can carry it by myself."

The little servant hurriedly withdrew his hands, and said respectfully to Daoran: "It's a villain who doesn't know the importance, master please."

Daoran was led into the gate, and there was a lively scene in front of him.

In the hall, dozens of Eight Immortals tables were almost full, scattered around the huge Buddha statue in the middle.

This Buddha statue is no more than two feet high. It is carved from sandalwood. It wears a Pilu crown on its head, a brocade cassock on its body, and holds a tin staff with nine rings in its hand.Compared with the dull color, no matter the material or handwork, it looks so high-profile and luxurious.

But this one is not the usual statue of Sakyamuni, but a standing statue of Zhan Tan Gongde Buddha.

No wonder it is called Sanzang Tower, and it is Sanzang Master who is enshrined in it.

Speaking of Journey to the West, although Mahayana Buddhism failed to protect the Tang Dynasty forever, and failed to save all living beings in the world, Buddhism is indeed much more prosperous than before.

Master Sanzang has gone through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to obtain the scriptures. It is only natural that people worship this kind of merit.

It's just that Daoran felt that the Sanzang Building was too luxurious.

According to the rules of the Sanzang Building, monks are all distinguished guests, so Dao Ran did not sit in the hall, but was directly taken to the private seat on the second floor.

To his surprise, there were not many monks in this place.

On the entire second floor, only two monks can be seen eating vegetarian food.

With so little eating and drinking, the monks in Hangzhou City have a bit of a high moral level.

Although Sanzanglou surprised Daoran a lot, Daoran was still very firm in his goal, let's talk about it first.

Daoran said to the boy who led the way: "Almsgiver, I came from Jinshan Temple in Yongzhou. I heard that the Sanzang Tower has opened the door of convenience. Can you make some fasting meals?"

"Master, don't worry, monks from all over the world will be free of board and lodging when they come to Sanzang Tower." The young man said proudly.

"Free board and lodging? Is there no time limit?" Daoran asked.

"Of course, Master can live as long as he wants, and he can eat whatever he wants."

Great boss!
Daoran has a good impression of the owner of the Sanzang Building. In his previous life, he also wanted to be such a generous person, but it was a pity that he was not close.

"Since that's the case, I'm bothering you, please fill this table first." Daoran said.

The boy was taken aback when he heard this: "One table?"

The table in the private room on the second floor is much larger than the Eight Immortals table, and it can accommodate ten people. This table is full, can it fit?

This little monk looks so good-looking, how can he speak without thinking?

But the shopkeeper said that all the monks in the world are the nobles of Sanzang Tower, anyway, they don’t need to spend their own money, just one table for one table.

The delicious vegetarian dishes were served, and the entire table was quickly filled.

Daoran was not polite, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The taste is quite good, better than that of Jinshan Temple, but it lacks a little freshness.

The vegetarian food at Jinshan Temple is bland and tasteless, but the raw materials seem to be unusual. The monks at Jinshan Temple all eat so that their waists are round and their bodies are strong, and almost no one will get sick.

Although the vegetarian food in Sanzanglou tastes good, it lacks that refreshing atmosphere.

Although there is a fly in the ointment, Dao Ran is still very happy to eat, after all, it does not cost money, and it still tastes delicious.

Just after taking a few mouthfuls, a Buddha's cry came from beside him: "Amitabha, this junior brother, do you know that among the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, the word greed is the first of the three poisons."

Daoran raised his head, and saw a handsome monk looking at him seriously, it was the one sitting beside him just now.

Daoran was only thinking about filling his stomach just now, but he didn't pay attention to this person. He didn't expect to come over to strike up a conversation suddenly, and he opened his mouth with a harsh tone of accusation.

Daoran clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, what the brother taught is that the monk has been taught."

【If your mouth is wrong, you violate the precept of lying. 】

[Your monk talent is activated, you gain taste +1. 】

Well, the flavor level of the vegetarian food in the mouth is more distinct, not a loss.

After Daoran answered, he didn't look at the handsome monk again, and continued to eat his vegetarian meal.

The handsome monk's face changed, and he felt a sense of panic in his heart.

What he said just now was to accuse Daoran of ordering a bunch of vegetarian food indiscriminately, and wasting food for nothing if he couldn't finish it. He clearly felt that Sanzanglou's vegetarian food didn't require money and he was greedy for more. This is a taboo in Buddhism.

For the monk, the effect of these words is equivalent to pointing his nose and scolding his mother. Who would have thought that Daoran not only didn't mean to distinguish, but accepted it calmly.

This made the handsome monk feel that his punch in the air had no effect at all, and his efforts were completely wasted.

But these people have already admitted their mistakes, and he didn't know how to continue questioning for a while.

After a while, the handsome monk asked unwillingly: "The poor monk's name is Shenxiu, and his teacher is the abbot of Lingyin Temple, Zen Master Daoji. I don't know where the younger brother came from?"

(End of this chapter)