City Marshal

Another vibrant morning.

The monks in Haide Temple always get up early, which naturally drives businesses and pilgrims to get up early to get what they need. Therefore, before six o’clock in Haide Temple, there are already many people walking around. Bubai believes that more pilgrims will rise up to watch the sunrise.

Although Master Holy Wrath has died like a dog, the most indispensable thing in this world is manpower, not to mention a person in charge like Hyde Temple, so on the seventh day of Master Holy Wrath's death, Hyde Temple has a new Hosted, the entire temple is operating as usual.

Lian Bubai came to the main hall early to burn a stick of incense, and generously donated a huge sum of money to the temple, and then left the mountain gate as if he had fulfilled his heart, and turned to the eating alley where he met Chutian in the past. I want to revisit my hometown and feel the joy and mood of that year.

The wheelchair slid slowly on the bluestone slab with an inaudible sound.

Things are, but people are not wrong!

The environment of the food street has not changed, and there are happy hawkers wearing water shoes and roasting vegetarian chickens, middle-aged women carrying homemade sweet lamb, middle-aged couples selling noodles, and fat bosses...they Their lives are ordinary and healthy, just like their people.

"Although the tourists are different, they are all there."

Lian Bubai, who has always had an amazing memory, looked at the crowds of people around him, and looked at their simple, smiling faces in the light, and suddenly felt an indescribable envy in his heart. Busy vendors were also watching. In his eyes, he envied him for his leisure, but also felt a little sympathy.

It's a pity that such an elegant and extraordinary son has disabled legs!Maybe it was because the sky was too dark, or maybe it was because Lian Bubai was so emaciated, no one recognized that this was Lian Bubai, Taiwan's number one young man who fell from heaven to hell.

Bitter, strong.

Although the burden on the shoulders of these pawns and traders is heavy, who can compare to the burden he once carried? When he is unloaded, his burden will never be let go.

Unless die!

Lian Bubai walked slowly in the alley, he was the same as Chutian back then, he longed for a bowl of very hot noodles, he wanted to use the hot noodle soup to warm his heart, and this was tantamount to letting the relationship between himself and Chutian The grievances came to an end, so he looked around the alley looking for the former fat boss.

His eyes quickly fell on the small noodle stall in the middle of the alley, and he couldn't help smiling. The fat boss was still there, and he was yelling at the passing diners at the moment, and Lian Bubai slightly tilted his head to his subordinates: "In such a cold and rainy day, How nice would it be to have a bowl of warm noodles? Let's go and eat noodles."

The corner of the subordinate's mouth twitched: "My lord, shall we go back and eat?"

Since Lie Yi's dark night attack against Lian Bubai, the number of bodyguards around the latter has increased a lot, but everyone can feel that even Bubai's heart is ashamed, and they all know that under the general trend, no matter how much protection is, it will be of little value after all. Therefore, the guards of the Lian family became more careful.

Lian Bubai didn't seem to hear what he said, and muttered to himself: "Well, put more green onions and peppers."

Then he asked his subordinates to push the wheelchair and walked towards the noodle stall in the middle, and Lian Bubai quickly sat down beside the dilapidated but clean table, with a rare gentle smile on his face, rubbing his hands towards the noodle stall that weighed more than two hundred catties but still smiling haha The fat boss shouted: "Boss, a bowl of noodles, add more spicy!"

The fat boss responded boldly: "Okay, wait a minute, come!"

When the lid was removed, the steam rose like fog.

The fat noodle seller uses two long bamboo chopsticks to pick up the boiling noodles in the pot and put them in a big bowl with seasonings. When he uses these two long chopsticks, it is better than a surgeon. Their scalpels must be proficient and quick, which makes Lian Bubai look more interesting.

The hot noodles came up quickly, with the same ingredients as before, vegetarian pig ears, sliced ​​vegetarian chicken slices, vegetarian ham slices, shiitake mushrooms and bean curd sticks. Pickles, soy sauce, sesame paste, and five green vegetables.

The feeling was so beautiful that even Invincible's appetite instantly widened.

He couldn't wait to take the bowl and chopsticks, took a deep breath and picked it up. His desire to finish this bowl of noodles became stronger than anything else, but just after taking two bites, he saw a monk walking over , with an undisguised smell of alcohol on his body.

The fat boss smiled and asked, "Master, are you here?"

The monk also smiled leisurely: "I'm coming!"

"same as usual?"

"same as usual!"

The monk quickly held a bowl of vegetarian noodles in his hand, with only a few green vegetables floating on it, he touched his stomach and walked towards Lian Bubai, the guards of Lian's family wanted to step forward to stop him, but Lian Bubai stopped him, and then he saw When the monk stood in front of him, he showed a bright smile: "Benefactor, can I borrow a seat?"

Lian Bubai nodded lightly: "Master, whatever you want!"

He had a vague feeling that he had seen this monk before. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that the latter was a crazy monk from Hyde Monastery. With a glance: "Lord Lian, why are you free to come here to eat noodles today?"

Lian Bubai laughed: "Master knows me?"

"Of course I do."

The crazy monk raised a very clean smile, and put a mouthful of noodles into his mouth: "Even the benefactor has been donating to Haide Temple these years, so that Haide Temple can spread Buddhism far and wide, and at the same time build bridges and roads to benefit orphaned children. It has already caught the eyes of the old monk, how can I not recognize it?"

Lian Bubai sighed: "Things outside of money and wealth are just like fame and fortune."

"If you keep it, you can't take it away. Why don't you get rid of the people Enze needs?"

The crazy monk looked at his sincere expression, and stopped his busy chopsticks: "If even the benefactor had such kind thoughts, it would definitely be good news for the people of Taiwan, and there would be fewer disputes in the world, but no matter what. Well, the Buddha will write down a sum for the merits of even the donor."

Lian Bubai smiled faintly: "Master, how much suffering or happiness are all sentient beings?"

The mad monk's face was suddenly as calm as water, and he looked down at the clear noodle soup: "The sun and the moon like white rats eat away at the lives of the world, and the lives of people are diminished day by day. The sentient beings like prisoners of death are obsessed with sweet pleasures in the world. Facing the impermanent The pain is unknowing, and I get used to it.”

"If a person is content, he will be happy; if a person is greedy, he will suffer a lot!"

Lian Bubai was taken aback, and nodded: "What the master said is true!"

He looked around at the busy but happy crowd, especially the grinning look of the fat boss, and felt endless emotion in his heart. Even though he was so downcast that what he had now was something that the fat boss and the others had struggled for a lifetime, why they were happy while he was as green as green? What about bitter bitter gourd juice?

Desire, desire!

Lian Bubai smiled wryly: "If there is an afterlife, I'd rather be a noodle seller."

The mad monk let out a burst of hearty laughter, catching his epiphany from Lian Bubai's expression, but sighed in addition to his approval: "It's a pity that this world pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and the bad fate of the past always needs to be made up and repaid, otherwise the good will be repaid." Good will be rewarded for evil, and evil will be rewarded for evil.”

Lian Bubai smiled playfully: "If the master has something to say!"

The crazy monk didn't directly answer Lian Bubai's question, but lowered his head and took a sip of the noodle soup, and then put all the noodles into his mouth. After the whole bowl became empty, he clapped his hands and stood up, with a touch of mystery in his words : "Benefactor Lian, do you still remember the lark?"

After the words fell, the crazy monk saluted and left.

Lian Bubai's face was blank at first, then his body shook, he thought of the lark, the lump of flesh and blood, a smile flashed across his surprised but relieved face, he didn't expect that the crazy monk would kill him for all the atrocities he committed that day. It fell into his eyes, so he remembered that thousand-year-old saying...

If you don’t know, you can’t do it yourself!

Heaven, never dead!