I Am Immortal

  Chapter 112 My sister said that there is a wife who is unparalleled in the world

I was still watching the grey-clothed monk and the fortune-teller confront each other before, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. I don't know if they were stung by the monk's words, or because of other reasons, the many people who were furious took the medicinal soup in their hands. They all splashed on the monk, Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up from the bricks, spread his hands, stopped these people, and shouted:

   "Ah, here, everyone, please calm down."

"calm down…"

   "Don't hurt people, and don't throw away the medicine, we took it with great difficulty."

   "Ah, I can't stop it, Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi..."

   "Uncle Qi stepped on my toes!"

  The young Taoist lowered his eyes and tied the [Shi Wuwei Seal].

  Sweep the surroundings with the clarity of self, and imprint his heart with my heart.

  But the boy at this moment felt it.

  The remaining true feelings in the hearts of these furious, extremely angry people are not 【anger】.

  It's 【Fear】.

[Fear] Knowing the truth, or fearing that I can’t get everything I desire by offering to the Buddha. The monk broke the beautiful world we woven, so [extremely shocked and angry], using anger to cover the most real, maybe even myself Subtle emotions you didn't notice.

  Qi Wuhuo's spirituality passed by, and the emotions in everyone's hearts were diluted and tranquility was restored.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin, who was trying to support and stop others, suddenly felt that the front was loosened, and everyone lost the strength to charge forward angrily. They looked at each other, and after a while, they were all dispersed. It became empty, which was in stark contrast to the previous quarrel. Some non-Buddhist people went to get some cleaner clothes and asked the monk to change them. The latter thanked him and took them with both hands.

   Still helping to continue treating other people.

  His expression and posture have not changed in the slightest.

  The young Taoist practiced needles for others, and instead of looking at the monk, he just asked, "Master, did you feel it?"

The gray-clothed monk brought the medicine and said gently: "The Dharma of Buddhism is widely spread to the world through the thirteen veins, but...a lot of attachments, a lot of troubles, not everyone can cut off the five aggregates and eight sufferings, they must have their own. Desires and longings exist, and practicing Dharma will allow you to contemplate yourself to a certain extent and maintain peace, but there must be subtle desires.”

   "So we will use the activities of [self-indulgence] to contemplate these desires."

  He said with a slight smile: "Actually [Zizi] not only looks at oneself, but also looks at the desires in other people's hearts."

"The one who has achieved this step is [He Xintong]. On that day, everyone did not hide it, and looked at each other to see if there was any confusion and desire in the other's state of mind, and then talked with a smile, commented, helped others, and let others help themselves Discover distracting thoughts that I didn't realize to help practice, and even joked, teased each other, or laughed at my own problems, and finally everyone laughed."

"this is very good."

   "But later, Buddhism spread more and more widely, and there were more and more people."

"Everyone has subtle desires, desires are but a strand, but the more people there are, the more these subtle desires gather, like an undercurrent, like a vortex, and eventually pull the whole river... and it will not be pure, but at this time, I feel The monks who have come to this point want to stop it, but it is too late, there will always be those who want to earn more disciples."

"The master can't be liberated, how much can the apprentice's cultivation level reach? Naturally, he can't be pure. If the reincarnation continues, the problem will expand, but it will fall like a rolling stone from the top of the mountain. The momentum will be greater and it will be impossible to stop. "

   "There is nothing wrong with practicing the Dharma, but if the Dharma is passed on to people, and people gather into a sect, and there are sects in the sect, then it is not the Dharma."

  The monk finished decocting the medicine, staggered up and left, and finally he sighed pitifully:

   "Buddha, World Honored One."

   "Where are you?"

   "Only you can solve this situation."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin and Qi Wuhuo cleaned up the medicine stove. It was already sunset time. The little Taoist priest carried the medicine basket woven from bamboo and watched the monk go away. Have you ever seen something [from what]? It’s like me, after I’ve eaten sweet cakes, I can’t even eat steamed buns.”

   "So he should be more uncomfortable and persistent than others?"

  The young Taoist nodded and said, "Does Mingxin know what he is talking about?"

  The little Taoist priest nodded brightly and said, "I know."

   "If there are too many people, there will be a lot of troubles."

  He took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake given by the young Taoist before, and stuffed it in his mouth.

  The sun is setting.

   You don’t need to see other people, so just once, the cloud shoes step on the small puddle, splashing a handful of shallow water splashes.

  The water splash looks beautiful in the sunset.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin jumped up and down on the puddle, and said: "As far as I know, although there are large Taoist temples, there are also many Taoist temples with only three or five people in them. The monk temple is reversed from ours, and there are many There are only a few people in the monk's temple, but this kind of people are ridiculed as "wild Zen" and have no Dharma line."

"In many monk temples, there are dozens, hundreds, and even thousands of monks. If there is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it must not be shared by everyone. If you don't get it at one time, there is nothing. It will be a little sad every time, if the person who gets the sweet-scented osmanthus cake still praises you in front of you—”

   "Ah, osmanthus cake is so sweet, ah, osmanthus cake is delicious!"

   "Then you definitely want to take out something for this guy."

  The little Taoist clasped his hands brightly, gritted his teeth and waved, and then said solemnly:

   "So there will be quarrels, and then there will be quarrels, and in the end everyone is scrambling to eat osmanthus cake."

   "Those who have eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake want to eat it again next time."

   "If you can't eat it, contact other people and say that we will grab sweet-scented osmanthus cake next time."

   "No one likes to read scrolls."

"So in the end, it will become a place that exists only to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. The scriptures gathered at the beginning are no longer read. So is this a monk temple for studying scriptures? Or is it rushing to eat sweet-scented osmanthus What about the sweet-scented osmanthus cake temple? It’s all changed, so that’s why the great monk is suffering, right?”

   "He's the kind of person who wants to go back to the scripture-only look at the beginning."

   "It's so difficult."

   "There is a place like this in Daomen too."

   "It's not good if there are too many people. It's better to be an old Taoist priest or a young Taoist priest. I will also find a young Taoist priest in the future."

  The little Taoist muttered.

  The young Taoist thought about Huang Liang Yimeng, reached out his hand and touched the little Taoist's head, and said, "That's a good point."

   "What else do you want to eat today? Uncle Shi will buy it for you."

  Then the little Taoist priest's eyes lit up, "Alright!"

I jumped a little higher, stepped on the puddle, splashed a lot of water, the hem of the Taoist robe was wet, and the unfinished sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my hand was dirty by the rain, so I was annoyed Then, he couldn't help laughing, pulled Lacy Wuhuo's cuff, and said: "Master, Shishu, look, I just stepped on such a big splash."

   "Am I amazing?!"

  The young Taoist couldn't help but chuckled.

"sharp!"

  Two young Taoist priests went forward and bought some things needed in the Taoist temple, and bought candied haws for the little Taoist priest.

  Qi Wuhuo picked medicinal materials from the mountains and sold them, so although he was not rich, he still had money to buy some food.

  So the little Taoist became happy again.

  When I was young, it always seemed to be the case.

  The young Taoist thought to himself.

   Himself, and so did Ben.

After the two of them finished shopping, the sky was getting dark, but when they went back, the young county king was actually waiting for them there, lit two oil lamps, sat on the pile of bricks, and propped his chin with one hand In a daze, when he saw the two Taoists, he smiled, jumped down, patted the soil, and said, "You two, please keep me waiting. Come, come, the food is ready."

   "However, it's just the meat porridge left over from today."

   "Please don't be disgusted, both of you."

  He invited Qi Wuhuo and Ming Xin to sit down, and brought out meat porridge with warm shredded **** sprinkled on top.

There is also a cold shepherd's purse, this kind of spring green vegetable is available at this time, which is more generous than ordinary meat. Blanch the shepherd's purse, chop it, mix well with dried tofu, add fine **** Crushed, mixed with sesame sauce and vinegar, the taste is refreshing, and it is most suitable for porridge. There are only ordinary porridge sheds around, with wooden boards to block the wind. Although the land of Zhongzhou is not as cold as the northernmost, it is not cold in winter. feel good.

   is a brass stove.

  Laughing and entertaining while chatting.

But every three or five sentences, I must say [姐姐], [姐姐], the young Taoist mind is as clear as a flat lake, and he doesn't care, but the little Taoist is different, he finished his porridge, his eyes rolled Turning around, he asked curiously: "Well, Erlang, you are the second child in your family, so your sister is the eldest sister?"

   "The other person's address, should it be [Auntie]?"

  The young prince said: "According to the custom, it should be called like this."

At this time, it is customary to call the man in the family by the rank of Jia Lang, and the woman by the rank of Jia Niang, and there is no mistake in calling her, so she has the nickname Sanlang, or Gongsun Da Niang, both of which are the same. Meaning, but most people meet strangers on the road and want to strike up a conversation, but they don't know their name or their ranking in their family.

   So he had no choice but to say, "Lang Jun."

  If it is a frivolous woman in Pingkangfang, you can call: "Kiss Xiaolangjun and stop."

   Or when men with greasy hair and pink noodles strike up girls on the side of the road, they often start with this sentence:

   "Little lady is free today."

  It’s all like this, it’s called a little Taoist priest, but there is no big mistake.

  But the young county king just frowned, and said: "But I always feel that you call me sister like that, which is just tacky."

   "My sister, how can I be called like others?"

   Mingxin said: "Then what kind of person is your sister?"

The young county king looked at the two Taoists vigilantly. He had chestnuts that just came out in winter in his hands, and he threw them into the stove. There was a crackling sound, he hesitated for a while, and looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him suspiciously. Said: "You guys who practice Yangguan have a lot of rules, so you can't get married, right?"

  Ming Xin nodded again and again: "Xiao Dao is from Lianyang Temple."

   "The patriarch learned from Lu Zu, and the rules are very strict."

   "Ha, then nothing will happen."

So the young county king felt relieved, became enthusiastic, and said: "My sister is the most beautiful and intelligent person in the world. She is really beautiful and unparalleled, and she is just the sister of the Cui family. You can compare them a little bit in appearance, but sister Cui is really too fierce, not like my sister, who is smart and calm..."

   It seems that it is rare for the young king of the county to meet a safe object to show off his sister.

  The little Taoist ate the meat porridge in small bites, his eyes widened.

oh oh.

   So it is, so it is.

   This guy is indeed a little guy who only knows how to follow behind his sister.

  It looks obviously older than me, but not as mature as me.

  The little Taoist thought triumphantly.

  Licking his lips, he recalled the candied haws that Uncle Qi bought for himself just now, it was really delicious.

It's just that the young county king couldn't help but said again: "Unfortunately, although my sister is good in every way, she has the highest demands on me. Every day, I have to be a great master who is unparalleled in the world. For the goal, how, how, if so, how did the master do when he was young, ah, too tired, too tired."

  The little Taoist stared wide-eyed.

   It can be seen that although the young county king spoke bitterly, he was full of complacency. He was clearly showing off that his sister was strict with him and that he also had that kind of talent.

  So the little Taoist said unconvinced: "I, I!"

   "My master always asks me to compare with Uncle Qi!"

  The young king of the county saw the young Taoist next to him, and said: "The Taoist is very good!"

  He raised his chin slightly, and said: "However, as my sister said, that master is the number one person inside and outside the court!"

   "Among the world, the unparalleled master, Master!"

The little Taoist said: "But the master also said that the uncle took the most difficult and the best path, and he has all the three talents. Even those famous Taoists who are born with one energy can't compare with the uncle's background. In the future, he will be called a real person, enough to start a sect!"

  The young king pressed his palm on the table and said:

   "My sister said that if the master studies politics and literature, he is expected to be the number one scholar in the world."

   "If you concentrate on playing the piano, you can also make the number one beauty in the world bow down for him."

   This last sentence was added by himself.

  Young people always feel that only in this way can they have the demeanor of a celebrity.

  The little Taoist was dull-minded.

  Looking at Uncle Qi next to him.

  Thinking about the uncle playing the piano, if surrounded by a bunch of beauties, the uncle will probably play the piano quietly and treat those beauties as nothing, right?

  But it seems that there are many beauties like people like Uncle Shi, hey!

  In that case, who is the beauty...

   Then he had no choice but to say: "The meals made by Master Uncle are delicious."

   "It will also cure diseases and save lives."

  The young king of the county said: "Cure the disease and save the patient..."

  He sighed and said: "If you can have such an idea, you are already a first-rate celebrity."

   Scratching his head, he laughed at himself and said, "Ah, why are we fighting for it?"

  The little Taoist was serious: "That's right, why did you start fighting?"

   "Obviously very tired, Master is too strong."

   "It's very tiring, and my uncle is also very good."

  The young king of the county, about fifteen or sixteen years old, glared at the little Taoist priest, and the two of them laughed together.

  The young Taoist next to him had quiet eyes, just sitting in front of the stove intently, watching the roasted chestnuts in the stove seriously.

Crackling, crackling, inside the stove, there were a few bangs, and a few chestnuts thrown in earlier popped out. The chestnuts cracked, and the young Taoist put the ripe chestnuts back and forth in his hands, blowing the air to cool them, and then peeled them open. Throwing the skin into the mouth, the taste was extremely sweet, noticing the eyes of Ming Xin and the young county king, he smiled slightly and said, "Want to eat roasted chestnuts?"

   Both of them felt that the arguing was so boring, and they felt dejected.

  The young Taoist spread his palms and separated the ripe chestnuts.

  The king of the county muttered: "I haven't eaten anything..."

  He grabbed the chestnut from the palm of the young Taoist, threw it into his mouth and chewed.

  No one goes to night in winter, eating like this is not a delicacy, but a rare joy for teenagers.

After eating the chestnuts, it was night, so the young Taoist picked up the little Taoist with a round belly, said goodbye and left, the sky was full of stars, and he was dressed in night dew. Zhang, with a restrained smile, said: "The monks are romantic by nature, those two are very powerful, and they should be able to achieve true cultivation."

   Stretched and said, "I'm back."

  So there were voices responding in the dark night.

He got up and walked back leisurely, strolling and riding in the car. It took about three sticks of incense time before he stopped in front of the big mansion that entered and exited three times. After eating meat porridge and **** ribbon, he took a few breaths at the subordinates next to him to confirm that there was no smell in his mouth, then he opened the door with a smile on his face:

"I'm back."

   "Sister Qiongyu."

  (end of this chapter)