Strongest Wastrel

With the end of my memory, I put the scriptures on the desk and did not get the answer to master's disappearance.

However, in this fragmentary memory, the old man's last words, two key points, make me remember deeply.

First, it should be a Dharma, but it doesn't exist in Yuanshen. There are only soul searching, soul breaking, memory condensing, sound transmitting, wisdom erasing and so on.

Secondly, I thought that it should be a long time ago that the young man could not be compared with Luo Tian at that time?

After thinking about it for a long time, three puzzles formed a cloud of doubts. The disappearance of master for no reason, the loss of divine consciousness, the continuation of life, and the unity of Tao are lingering in my mind.

Finally, abbot Cicheng woke me up, handed me the Scriptures that originally belonged to me, and said, "since this is left to you by my uncle, it's not convenient for us to take it. We just hope that the rest of the Scriptures copied by my uncle will not be handed down to others. After all, this is a treasure."

"That's natural. Don't worry, abbot." I pretended to nod, picked up the Scriptures and put them in my arms. My heart said that these monks are not in the world. How can I know the changes of the external pattern? I have to take out this training Sutra for everyone to practice.

Abbot Cicheng gave a big smile and showed great enthusiasm. He asked me to stay for a few days.

I couldn't bear the enthusiasm, and I had been in the Li family for a long time, so I just agreed to live in the temple for a few days.

..

the next morning.

After eating the fast food of the temple, Liu Ming saw that things had been done, so he took me wandering in Songshan mountain to enjoy the scenery everywhere.

Monk Deshan also wore casual clothes and followed him with a smiling face, as if he was afraid that I would retaliate against him. He tried his best to show himself in front of me. Whenever tourists had to queue up, he immediately embezzled his identity and did not intend to queue up.

But I still go by the rules and line up with a lot of passengers.

Monk Deshan was very impatient, but he didn't dare to urge me. He took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and handed me one. "Little martial uncle, come on, smoke."

I browed a pick, did not take his cigarette, asked: "now the monk can still smoke?"

"Oh, the way of the world, the way of the world. There are so many people here. Virtue and kindness don't smoke. You can smoke, little martial uncle." Monk Deshan smiles awkwardly.

Liu understood him for a moment, and scolded lightly, "a fake monk, what kind of eminent monk do you pretend to be? Fortunately, you wear casual clothes, otherwise the reputation of the temple will be ruined by you."

"Put your cigarettes away. Judging from your various performances, you are not a true Buddhist disciple at all. However, this is a matter of your temple and has nothing to do with me. I will go down the mountain in a few days." I turned my head and continued to line up.

Deshan was more embarrassed by me. He didn't say anything in the whole process and stood in line with me in silence.

After visiting several scenic spots that day, it was evening when I returned to the temple.

Abbot Cicheng prepared a fast meal and invited Liu Ming and I to a table for warm hospitality.

Monk Deshan pretended to be serious, and his mouth smelled of smoke. He did not dare to speak in front of Abbot Cicheng.

Halfway through the meal, abbot Cicheng suddenly put down his chopsticks, looked deeply at monk Deshan and asked, "younger martial brother Deshan, have you broken the precepts?"

"No... No." Monk Deshan is full of guilty.

Abbot Cicheng sighed, "your mind is not right. Elder martial brother, I have been helping you. How can I not see through my accomplishments? Now my little martial uncle is here, and you still do this kind of thing, I really...

I narrowed my eyes and didn't interrupt. I secretly said that Abbot Cicheng was really a cultivator.

Monk Deshan was so scared that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks. He knelt down at the foot of Abbot Cicheng in public and begged for mercy. "Elder martial brother, it's Deshan who broke the precepts. If Deshan admits his mistake, please punish him."

"How many times have I punished you secretly? Do you have a long memory? When you came here, you didn't even have any evidence, so you slandered him for stealing. You also belittled his ancestors' taboo, saying that the dead are the greatest. Is that correct? " Abbot Cicheng was slightly angry.

Monk Deshan did not dare to reply.

Several of the martial brothers around him helped to persuade Abbot Cicheng in unison. They looked very emotional.

As a result, abbot Cicheng still refused and said, "Deshan, you can go down the mountain with the little martial uncle this time. If you follow the little martial uncle, you may correct yourself. The elder martial brother can't help you. Maybe the little martial uncle can."

"No, never. I can't stand it." I was stunned for a moment, and quickly wiped my mouth. I thought abbot, you can't manage yourself. Why do you throw this man to me?

"Little martial uncle, you absolutely can stand it. Why can't you? You are a martial uncle. Deshan is your nephew. As an elder, what's the difficulty for you to put the younger generation in the world to exercise your mind? Besides, young martial uncle, you can come in person on behalf of yinmen. I'm afraid your cultivation is not simple, right? I'm afraid I can't compare with you. " Abbot Cicheng suddenly laughed like an old fox.

I heard the corners of my mouth twitch. Monk Deshan is sixty years old. How can the abbot say that I am an elder? The abbot is absolutely calculating what he wants.Without waiting for me to refuse, the abbot suddenly became serious and scolded: "virtue, kowtow to your martial uncle quickly. The little temple of your elder martial brother can't accommodate you any more. You will follow your martial uncle in the future. You need to be a man of your own nature and change your nonsense character."

Monk Deshan immediately turned around and kowtowed to me without thinking about it.

Where can I afford it? He quickly picked him up, stared at the abbot, and asked, "is this cutting before playing? Abbot, abbot, you didn't send the virtue to watch me. I'm afraid that the training Scripture will be passed on? If you do that, you will not trust me. "

"No, absolutely not. I'm looking at you, martial uncle. You're full of spirit, and you look like an emperor. I saw the sky at night a few days ago, and found that Ziwei emperor star had returned to its original position. I took another hexagram. I came to the conclusion that Ziqi is coming from the East, and there must be a noble man. It must be martial uncle you." Said the abbot.

I don't even believe this. The abbot must be talking nonsense and flattering me.

Then, the abbot coughed, covered up his embarrassment, and said, "uncle, you worry too much. I really can't change my virtue. Take him down the mountain to see the world, so that I can feel at ease."

At ease? Are you lazy?

The abbot is so cunning that he threw the burden of monk Deshan to me.

As soon as I frowned, I refused, "no...

but before I finished, the abbot immediately interrupted, glared at monk Deshan and said," come on, keep kowtowing to your martial uncle. I want to make my own decision, let you turn to him and worship him as a teacher. From now on, you should call master Deshan! "

"Deshan, after going down the mountain, elder martial brother can't take care of you any more. Elder martial brother is thinking for you. Don't let him down. Elder martial uncle is so powerful. I'm really relieved this time. Ha ha ha ha."

"I'd like to follow my elder martial brother's advice. I'm virtuous. I've met my master." After hearing this, monk Deshan kowtowed and called me master.

I'm so green that I can't force people to accept apprentices? Or an apprentice several decades older than me? If this is taken out, who is the apprentice!