The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 27: The dead
Deep in the backyard of the Guocheng Temple, the quiet outside of the Zen room is covered with winter snow. There is a small clay pot inside, and taro is boiled in the pot, which exudes a light smell of food.
Zenzi is sitting on the couch, reading a book by the oil lamp.
He holds two volumes of books in his hands, one is the collection of poems by the first emperor, and the other is the food list of Banyuan.
I don’t know how he can watch two books with completely different content at the same time, or why he still needs lighting.
Chanzi suddenly felt something, and looked up at the oil lamp.
The next moment, the oil lamp was cut to perfection, not short and not long, suddenly a tiny lantern burst out.
Although tiny, it is still beautiful and moving.
”The goddess scattered flowers?”
Chanzi was in a strange mood. Could it be that the uncle master came out from Tallinn to give a lecture to his disciples?
His seniority in Zen Buddhism is extremely high, not to mention Guocheng Temple, but looking at the 72 ancient temples in Chaotian Continent, there are only a few qualified to be his uncle teachers.
He suddenly thought of the letter written by Zhao Layue, and felt that it should be the direction of the vegetable garden, his expression changed slightly, and he summoned the monk crossing the sea to the meditation house.
Apart from him in the Guocheng Temple, only the head of the Law Hall, the monk crossing the sea, knew the origin of Liu Shisui.
“You go to the vegetable garden to see…”
Zenzi thought for a while and said: “Don’t disturb that little guy.”
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Liu Shisui walked out of the house and saw Xiao He wearing a jacket standing in the cold wind, facing the pile of cabbage in the corner, and asked: “What’s the matter?”
Seeing that he woke up, Xiaohe said with some anxiety: “Yin Fu hasn’t come to pick up the food for three days.”
Liu Shisui asked slightly, “How many days have I been in the reservation?”
Xiaohe said: “Three days.”
For the Buddhist monks of Zen Buddhism, the length of time to enter Dhamma is normal.
Liu Shisui was silent.
A few days ago, his entire mind was on interpreting the scriptures, so he didn’t pay attention to many things. Looking back at this time, he naturally knew what was wrong.
Even if this is the Guocheng Temple, the handyman in the stove cannot have such a profound knowledge of Buddhism.
Yin Fu naturally cannot be a real handyman, so who is he?
”When I was a child, I often followed my grandma and listened to the master telling stories about Buddhist scriptures. In those stories, there are often eminent monks incarnate as old women to enlighten the lost world.”
Xiaohe was a little uncertain and said, “Whether that…is the eminent monk in the temple originally?”
Liu Shisui has also read many similar Buddhist sutra stories, thinking that if this is the case, Zenzi will treat himself very well, and I am very touched.
To prove this, he left the vegetable garden and went to the temple.
The front yard of Guocheng Temple often communicates with people, and visits are not prohibited, and the monk knows that he is a farmer in the vegetable garden, so naturally he did not stop him.
Liu Shisui walked through the many halls and came to the kitchen room. He found that this place, which is usually full of heat, was particularly deserted today. He muttered, “What’s the matter?”
A fat monk who sweeps the floor said: “Today is New Year.”
Liu Shisui asked in a daze: “Does the great monk also celebrate the New Year?”
The fat monk said in an angry tone: “Of course we are but, but those who help cook are for the New Year!”
There was a faint sound of firecrackers in the distance outside the temple, thinking it was the tenants who were drinking.
Liu Shisui thought that he and Xiaohe were missing, Yin Fu just went back to celebrate the New Year, so he asked.
The fat monk was holding a broomstick and drove him away, and said, “Go! We don’t have this one here. Why are you playing around with me!”
Liu Shisui thought it was so.
Thinking about the secret care of the senior monk of Guocheng Temple, he would naturally not be angry because of the rudeness of the fat monk, and said with a smile: “Master, don’t get angry.”
The fat monk said annoyed: “You also have pork to eat when Zhang Butcher is dead, but what about us? We can only eat the leftover buns from last night! How can we not be sad!”
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Back in the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was about to tell Xiao He that she would make some delicious food for the New Year, and found that she had already cooked the dishes.
is the lightest boiled cabbage leaves, not even a drop of soy sauce, only a small dish of spicy fermented bean curd is placed next to it.
There is a big bowl with the greasy braised pork knuckles. It should be the best soy sauce, the sugar is also superb, the color is perfect, and I want to make it more delicious.
There is also a pot of sauerkraut and lamb vermicelli soup, yellow and white, and white.
The best thing to look at is the red oil belly shreds, with dozens of chopped green onions sprinkled on it, which looks extremely attractive.
Liu Shisui likes to eat spring onions, but his favorite is tofu mixed with spring onions.
Ascetics are best to eat lighter.
The son of didn’t say this to him, he learned it secretly.
Xiaohe was already a fan before living with him. He naturally knew his preferences, and was not disappointed when he saw him sitting directly in front of the tofu. He carefully rolled up his sleeves and prepared to put the food in the bowl with his hands. The pig’s hoof was picked up and gnawed happily.
Liu Shisui motioned to her to wait a while, turned around and went into the stove room.
Xiaohe was a little surprised.
After a while, Liu Shisui walked out of the stove, put two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and picked up the hip flask to fill the two small cups.
Xiaohe understood what he meant, and hurriedly helped to straighten the chopsticks, and asked if he wanted to serve the rice.
Liu Shisui told them to drink two glasses before eating.
Xiaohe responded with a good voice, and deliberately made his voice more crisp and delicate, just to make him feel better.
Then began to eat vegetables and drink. Liu Shisui and Xiaohe put vegetables in two bowls from time to time.
After several times, Xiaohe finally couldn’t help it, and asked: “I know this must be Mr. Yan, then this…”
Liu Shisui said: “He is the grandson of the Western King.”
The atmosphere suddenly became a little low.
the two continue to bow their heads to eat.
The room was quiet for a long time.
I don’t know if Mr. Yan and Xi Wangsun have eaten these dishes.
Xiaohe eats very delicately, even the pig’s trotters are not held by hand, and he slowly pokes with chopsticks.
The atmosphere is a bit depressing, it doesn’t feel like a Chinese New Year at all.
She raised her head to look at Liu Shisui, thinking about saying something to make him happy.
Every festive season, one must miss relatives.
In Xiaohe’s view, Liu Shisui should miss Jing Jiu a little, and deliberately said: “I don’t know how Shenmofeng lived today.”
“Well… the son is not new year.”
Liu Shisui remembers clearly that when he was celebrating the New Year in the village, Jing Jiu felt that everything was very novel.
Obviously that was his first contact with this kind of thing.
He seldom thinks about Jing Jiu, because Jing Jiu is bound to live well, just as he doesn’t worry about his parents, his parents have always been in good health and eating very fragrantly.
The sound of firecrackers in the distance sounded again, and the night was falling.
Liu Shisui thought of the senior man who had the pseudonym Yin Fu, and suddenly missed him a little. I don’t know when I will see you again.
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In the most remote place of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple, there is a retreat room called Baishan.
Yin San and Xuan Yin ancestors were wearing monk clothes, sitting on the futon, listening to the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the temple, and looking at each other, they felt a little bored.
I don’t know why, they did not leave the Guocheng Temple, but pretended to hide here as monks in the temple.
”In order to teach him to read the scriptures, he was almost discovered, what the **** are you doing, real person.”
Ancestor Xuanyin looked at him and said.
Yin San smiled, without explaining anything.
He’s been a good teacher in his life.
He is the best teacher in the spiritual world. He taught three Tongtians with his own hands, but all betrayed him.
He hasn’t taught anyone or anything for many years. It is inevitable that he misses a little. Once again reason is overcome by emotion, so he has these days of lectures.
Or this is Liu Shisui’s chance with him.
It’s a pity that the Buddhist scripture Liu Shisui studied talked about emptiness, and what he wanted to learn was about birth and death.
There is a black bronze Buddha statue in the white mountain room, holding various kinds of instruments in his hand, and the breath is majestic and majestic.
If ordinary people look at this Buddha statue, they will naturally feel awe. Naturally, Yin San and Xuan Yin ancestors will not feel that way.
There are no offerings in front of the Buddha statue, only three bowls filled with water.
The bowl is made of some kind of skull inlaid with silver, which exudes a mysterious smell.
The night is getting darker, and the sound of firecrackers rang again~IndoMTL.com~ Then there was the sound of distant bells.
Guocheng Temple is not new year, but the monk has to ring the bell every day, and the sound of the bell announces the arrival of the new year.
Yin San opened his eyes, got up and walked to the Buddha.
The ancestor Xuanyin followed.
The bells keep ringing.
That is the sound of time.
Yin San said with emotion: “The dead are like this.”
The ancestor Xuanyin said sadly: “So I don’t want to give up day and night.”
Yin San said: “You must be happy.”
After saying this, he took the water bowl and drank it.
The fresh water was spilled to wet the clothes.
is like wine.
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(The Chancery of the Day also wrote two dialogues with similar meanings, which were said by Qiu Shanjun and Chen Changsheng.
The four words, day and night, are my QQ signatures in recent years.
In the past two years, I often think about certain things, although I know that Sangsang must be laughing at the time.
Qiushan and Changsheng are both young, but Yin San is old.
The three words he said are the answers I can think of now. I hope that more answers will appear in the future. )
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