Chapter 35 The poor monk advises you not to meddle in other people’s business
Ticket fee is 80. The money paid by Wang An.
Entering the temple gate, there is a rather thick bodhi tree in the courtyard, and the temple halls on both sides are antique.
Perhaps because of this point, there were not many pilgrims in the temple, and there were no monks in sight.
“A ticket costs eighty, and it’s much easier to make money than opening a martial arts gym.” Li Xinzhu whispered.
“If your Xingyiquan martial arts gym can be preserved for two hundred years, then I’m afraid the money will come in faster than here.” Wang An said with a smile.
The two men walked straight towards the main hall. In front of the main hall was a large incense burner full of incense ashes. Next to the incense burner is a merit box.
“Do we have to express our gratitude?” Li Xinzhu looked at the merit box.
“Here we come, you have to express how much you want.” Wang An took out ten yuan and put it in.
“You are a little too little, wouldn’t the Buddha blame you?”
“According to what you said, the Buddha will have to punish those who were not released?” Wang An said with a smile. "It's good to have that heart."
Li Xinzhu thought for a while and put twenty yuan in.
“Ten yuan more than 伱.”
Wang An smiled when he heard this.
The two people entered the main hall. The statue of Buddha was just above, with a majestic appearance.
The two of them worshiped Buddha, and Li Xinzhu was still mumbling something.
After coming out of the main hall, the two of them walked around the temple and saw a group of monks doing their homework in the Buddhist temple. They were concentrating on chanting sutras. Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the house.
“Do you think these monks know Kung Fu?” Wang An looked at the monks in the room.
“What kind of effort? The effort of chanting sutras or the effort of cooking.”
“Natural boxing, Buddhist Kung Fu.”
"Here? No, if you want to see Buddhist Kung Fu, you have to go to Zhongyue Faxing Temple. Are you here to see Buddhist Kung Fu?"
“Let’s take a look, maybe there will be something to gain? Maybe we will meet a sweeping monk-like figure.”
“Sweeping monk, have you read too many novels? Let’s find their kitchen first. I can smell the fragrance of vegetarian food.”
Li Xinzhu's nose twitched a few times, and then he followed the scent wafting in the air towards the side hall.
“Hey, something’s wrong, why do I smell the smell of roast chicken?”
“Want to eat roast chicken?”
“It’s not that I want to eat it, but it really tastes like this. Yes, it smells like roast chicken, with a hint of cumin.”
“Huh?” Wang An’s nose moved a few times, and he also smelled the smell of roast chicken with cumin.
"It really is."
Following this smell, the two of them saw a monk in a corner behind the side hall, squatting at the base of the wall, holding a roast chicken and chewing on it until his mouth was full of oil.
“Hey, what are you doing!” Li Xinzhu suddenly roared.
The monk was so frightened that he trembled and threw the roast chicken in his hand into the flower bed nearby. After seeing the two of them clearly, he stood up and clasped his palms together.
“Amitabha, hello, two benefactors.”
“I didn’t expect that a monk like you would hide in a corner and secretly eat roast chicken.”
“What kind of chicken?” the monk asked.
"What kind of chicken? J-i chicken, you just ate roast chicken secretly here. You are a monk, you only eat meat, and you are telling lies?"
“The Way is when wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. Donor, what you see in your eyes is roasted chicken, but there is no roasted chicken in the monk’s eyes. Donor, you are confused.” The monk said seriously.
"Oh my god, you are such a good monk. Even eating roast chicken will make you laugh out loud. As you said, why bother hiding here and sneaking around? Just go directly to the main hall and eat in front of the Buddha. .
The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is sitting in his heart. You think you are Jigong! "
“Oh! The monk is so arrogant. Come on, follow me to see your abbot.” Li Xinzhu stretched out his hand to grab the monk.
"Amitabha, donor, please don't meddle in other people's business. There are also young monks who have been practicing." The monk stepped aside and said seriously.
“Haha, what a coincidence, I’ve practiced before too! Come on, let’s try it.” Li Xinzhu took a step back, made a boxing stance, and then hooked his hands at the monk.
“My Buddha is compassionate, Abbot, why are you here?” The monk suddenly looked behind the two of them.
“Abbot?”
Li Xinzhu and Wang An turned around at the same time, only to find that there was no one behind them. When I turned around again, I saw that the monk had already run four or five meters away.
Move quickly like a rabbit on the run,
“This monk is really dishonest, full of lies, and he runs pretty fast!”
"He has really practiced!" Wang An knew from the monk's figure that he had good skills.
"catch him!"
Li Xinzhu followed.
Being teased over and over again, he decided to catch the monk, have a chat with him, and take him to the temple to talk to the abbot.
Wang An couldn't follow him. Not long after the two men chased him out of the side hall, they saw an old monk in his fifties or sixties not far ahead. They stopped the monk who was eating roast chicken. .
“Junior brother, why do you look so panicked?”
“Brother Abbot, be careful, those two donors are not good-natured!” The monk who stole the roast chicken turned back and pointed at Wang An and Li Xinzhu who were following behind him.
"This monk is the first to complain." Li Xinzhu was stunned after hearing this.
“Why does my junior brother smell like meat?”
“He just hid in the corner and secretly ate roast chicken.” Li Xinzhu shouted after hearing this.
“Brother, that chicken flew from a distance and hit a tree. It died. I saved it.” The young monk said seriously.
“Wo-Ri, such a novel statement, monk, are you just waiting for the chicken to come, right?”
“Amitabha, donor, please pay attention to your words. How can you speak dirty words in a pure place of Buddhism?”
“Monk, are you having double standards?” Li Xinzhu had already started to roll up his sleeves.
“The poor monk didn’t know what the donor meant by this.”
“Come, let me practice with you.”
“Senior brother, please stay back and let me meet the benefactor.” The monk made a posture.
“Junior brother, go copy Buddhist scriptures.” The abbot Zen master said calmly.
“Ah, I’m copying again, can you try another method? I vomited the last time.” The young monk looked embarrassed.
The old monk glared at him.
“Yes.” The monk lowered his head and turned to leave, looking very well-behaved, like a naughty primary school student meeting his teacher.
“Hey, one thing really brings down another thing.”
“It made the two donors laugh.” The abbot Zen Master said with kind eyes.
“It’s not about laughing, it’s about gaining knowledge.” Li Xinzhu said with a smile.
“Master, I have some questions that I would like to ask you.”
“Donor, please speak.”
Wang An then spoke out the Buddhist vocabulary that he didn't quite understand in the ancient book he saw. The abbot explained everything to Wang An.
“Is the donor practicing Buddhist skills?”
“Acquired by chance, not well understood, never able to get started.”
“What a coincidence, my naughty junior brother has practiced martial arts at Faxing Temple for many years. You might as well ask him to come out and explain a thing or two. The donor may gain something. Please come with me.”
“Thank you, Master.”
(End of this chapter)