Chapter 112 My sister said that there is no one who has no equal in this world.

Previously, they were still watching the confrontation between the gray-clothed monk and the fortune teller, but in the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. Whether they were hurt by the monk's words or for other reasons, many people were furious and poured out the medicinal soup in their hands.

They all threw themselves at the monk. Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up from the bricks, spread out her hands, stopped these people, and shouted:

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

"calm down……"

"Don't hurt anyone, and don't throw away the medicine. We collected it with great difficulty."

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

"Uncle Qi, he stepped on my toes!"

The young Taoist lowered his eyes and knotted his hands with the [Shi Wuwei Seal].

Sweep the surroundings with the clarity of your own soul, and imprint the hearts of others with my heart.

But the young man felt it at this moment.

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

But [fear].

【Afraid】Knowing the truth, or fearing that you can’t get everything you want by making offerings to the Buddha. The monk broke the beautiful world that everyone weaved, so 【very shocked and angry】, covering up the truest truth with anger, maybe even yourself

Subtle emotions that were never noticed.

Qi Wuhuo's spirit changed, and the emotions in everyone's hearts were diluted, and tranquility was restored.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin, who was trying hard to hold up the others, suddenly felt a looseness in front of him. Everyone no longer had the angrily rushing forward strength before. They looked at each other in disbelief. After a while, they were all dispersed. The medicine shed suddenly changed.

The place became empty, which was in stark contrast to the previous quarrel. Some non-Buddhist people went to get cleaner clothes and asked the monk to change into them. The latter thanked him and took them with both hands.

Still helping to treat others.

His expression and posture have not changed at all.

The young Taoist performed acupuncture for others without looking at the monk. He just asked, "Is this something the master felt?"

The monk in gray clothes brought the medicine and said gently: "Buddhist methods are spread throughout the world through the thirteen channels, but... there are many attachments and troubles. Not everyone can cut off the five aggregates and eight sufferings. There must be their own differences.

Desires and longings exist, and by practicing the method, you will be able to look inside yourself to a certain extent and maintain peace, but there will definitely be subtle desires."

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

With a hint of a smile, he said: "In fact, [Zi Xun] not only looks at oneself, but also looks at the desires in other people's hearts."

"The one who achieved this step was [telepathy]. On that day, everyone did not hide it, and saw each other's moods and desires, and then talked with a smile, criticized, helped others, and let others help themselves.

I discovered distracting thoughts that I was not aware of to help me practice, and even made fun of each other, or laughed at myself about my own problems, and everyone laughed in the end."

"this is very good."

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

"Everyone has subtle desires, and the desires are no more than a wisp. But the more people there are, the more these subtle desires gather, like undercurrents, like whirlpools, which will eventually pull the entire river... It will not be pure, but at this time,

The monks who noticed this wanted to stop it, but it was already too late. There are always those who want to recruit more disciples."

"If the master cannot be liberated, how far can the disciple's cultivation reach? Of course, he cannot be pure either. If reincarnation continues, the problem becomes more and more swollen, but it is like a rolling stone falling from the top of a mountain. Its momentum is getting bigger and bigger, and it can no longer be stopped.

"

"There is nothing wrong with practicing the Dharma, but if the Dharma is taught to people and people gather to form a sect, and there are sects in the sect, it is no longer the Dharma."

After the monk finished cooking the medicine, he staggered up and left to say goodbye. Finally, he sighed with compassion:

"Buddha, World Honored One Tathagata."

"Where are you?"

"Only you can break this situation."

The young Taoist priests Ming Xin and Qi Wuhuo packed up the medicine stove. It was already sunset. The young Taoist priest, carrying the medicine basket woven from bamboo, watched the monk go away and said, "He is feeling very uncomfortable. He must be."

Have you seen those [from what]? It’s just like me. After eating the sweet pastries, I can’t eat the steamed buns anymore.”

"So he should be more miserable and persistent than others, right?"

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

The little Taoist priest nodded his head 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 into his mouth.

The sun sets.

There was no need to see other people, so I just stepped on the small puddle with my cloud shoes, splashing a handful of shallow water splashes.

The water splash is beautiful in the sunset.

The little Taoist priest Mingxin jumped up and down the puddle and said: "As far as I know, although there are big Taoist temples, there are also many Taoist temples with only three or five people in them. The monk temple is the reverse of ours, and there are many

There are only a few people in the monk temple, but those who do this are ridiculed as [wild Zen] and have no Dharma lineage."

"There are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of monks in many monk temples. If there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, not everyone can get a share. If you can't get one at one time, nothing will happen.

It will be a little sad every time, if the person who gets the sweet-scented osmanthus cake praises you in front of you every time - "

"Ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so sweet, ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious!"

"Then you must want to take out something and give it to this guy."

The little Taoist priest Mingxin held his hands in his hands, gritted his teeth and waved, and then said seriously:

"So there will be a quarrel, and then there will be a fuss. In the end, everyone is scrambling to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

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

"If you can't eat it, please contact other people and ask us to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake together next time."

"No one likes reading books anymore."

"So in the end, it will become a place that only exists for eating sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. No one will read the scriptures that were gathered together at the beginning. So is this a monk temple for studying scriptures? Or are they rushing to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?

Where is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake temple? It has changed its appearance, so that’s why the great monk feels uncomfortable?”

"He's the kind of person who wants to go back to the original way of just reading the scriptures."

"It's so difficult."

"There is also a place like this inside Daomen."

"It's not good to have too many people. An old Taoist priest is better than a young Taoist priest. I will also find a young Taoist priest in the future."

The little Taoist muttered.

The young Taoist thought of Huang Liang Yimeng's incident, stretched out his hand and touched the little Taoist's head, and said, "That's a good idea."

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

Then the little Taoist priest's eyes suddenly lit up, "That's good!"

I jumped a little higher and stepped into a puddle. A lot of water splashed out. The hem of my Taoist robe got wet. The unfinished osmanthus cake in my hand was stained by the rain, so I was upset.

Then he couldn't help but laugh, pulled Qi Wuhuo's sleeves, and said: "Uncle, Master, look at it, I just stepped on such a big splash."

"Am I awesome?!"

The young Taoist couldn't help but chuckle.

"sharp!"

The two young Taoist priests walked forward and bought some things needed for the Taoist temple, and also bought candied haws for the little Taoist priest.

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

Then the little Taoist priest became happy again.

When I was young, it always seemed like this.

The young Taoist thought.

He himself is also like this.

After the two of them finished shopping, it was getting dark, but when they went back, the young prince was actually waiting for them there. He lit two oil lamps and sat on the bricks, supporting 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 let me wait. Come on, come on, the food is ready."

"But it's just the meat porridge left over today."

"Please don't dislike it, you two."

He invited Qi Wuhuo and Mingxin to sit down and brought out meat porridge with hot shredded ginger sprinkled on top.

There is also a side of cold shepherd's purse. This spring green vegetable is available at this time, but it is more generous than ordinary meat. Blanch the shepherd's purse, chop it into pieces, mix it with the diced tofu, and add fine ginger.

Crushed, mixed with sesame paste and vinegar, it has a refreshing taste and is best eaten with porridge. There is only an ordinary porridge shed around it, with wooden boards to block the wind. Although Zhongzhou is not as cold as the northernmost one, it is not cold in winter.

Feel good.
To be continued...