Then I heard the old monk say proudly: "The old man's master said that a name is a mark. No matter what the name is, as long as others know it. Even if it is my Buddha Tathagata, the old man praises Amitabha Buddha, that is the right thing. Even if the old man calls me Buddha, it is normal. The most unhealthy thing. If the old man doesn't speak and recites silently in his heart, it would not be an exaggeration! The precepts of my Buddhists are fundamentally different from those of the old man farming in the past. Only by adhering to these rules can the old man be a monk, otherwise the old man will not be a monk!"

"Namo Maitreya Buddha!" ​​Xiao Hua couldn't help but pronounce the Buddha's name and nodded, "What the master said is so much, and the young student is a little obsessed."

"Oh?" The old monk naturally couldn't hear any difference. But Fairy Jing was a little surprised and looked at Xiao Hua very strangely. She had never heard of the name of "Namo Maitreya Buddha".

"What are you going to ask?" The old monk raised his fingers with some regret, sniffed them deeply in front of his nose, raised his hand and pulled up a few grasses from the ground, and while speaking, he placed the rhizomes in his somewhat yellow teeth and chewed them. Straws of grass-green juice oozed out of the rhizomes, emitting a scent of fragrance.

Xiao Hua looked at the old monk's familiar movements and smiled, "The young master has been to many places and has seen many monks. Those monks are different from the masters. They wear clean monk robes and cassocks, wooden fish and rosary. The most important thing is that they hold their pockets. They don't farm. They beg for alms every day and ask for donations. So when they see the master, the young master felt very strange. Could it be that the monk from Shanliang Kingdom is different from the place next to them?"

The old monk scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "Young Master, this has caused the old man to ask. The old man had never seen any monk before. Later, there was Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge, and there were monks in Chenghui Temple. From the day when the old man saw the monk, the monk had to farm. The old man had never seen a monk who didn't work, and the old man could not answer you."

Xiao Hua thought for a while and said with a smile: "It's okay if Master Chonghong doesn't know. I'll wait for a while to go to the abbot of Chenghui Temple to ask. The master can tell Xiaosheng why you have a good life but you have to become a monk?"

"Good days?" Old Monk Chonghong blinked his eyes and looked at Xiao Hua and said. "Which young man, can you see that the old man had a good life before? What's wrong with the old man becoming a monk?"

Xiao Hua was amused and cried, and said, "It was Xiaosheng's fault. Xiaosheng always felt that the monks who became monks in the temple were all alone and single shadows, which was very boring. They recite scriptures every day and worked hard. There were so many rules and regulations. Where could there be free luck outside the temple?"

"Haha, that's what the young master and the young lady think." Old monk Chonghong said with a smile, "The young master has a young lady who warms the bed. Of course, there is no need to become a monk. But the old man is different..."

Fairy Jing couldn't help blushing again and lowered her head slightly. She really didn't understand why Xiao Hua was so interested in such a vulgar old farmer!

Then the old monk Chonghong told him the reason why he wanted to become a monk. The old monk's experience was complicated. When he was young, he was a good laborer in the village, but his family was poor and could not marry a wife. Later, a woman from another country fled to Shanliang State and stayed at his home. However, there was war on the border of Shanliang State, and this area became a territory of another country. People in the village were either killed or fled. The old monk's family was separated during the escape. When the old monk returned here, things had changed. The old monk's family had changed.

After waiting for the lost family, he stayed in the village. Before the family came, the years came. Although the old monk could farm and live, it was always difficult for him to live alone. If he remarried, he would be older and not easy to find. The old monk had no choice but to find Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge and donated his paddy fields to the temple. He even slaughtered himself as a monk, eating and drinking in the temple every day, and farming on the temple's fields every day. His daily life was also taken care of by young monks in the temple, which was much better than before.

After hearing the words of Mr. Chonghong, Xiao Hua frowned. It would be wrong to say that Chenghui Temple occupied the fertile land of the villagers and became private property. After all, Mr. Chonghong was voluntarily, and Mr. Chonghong made it clear that there were many similar situations to him. These old monks voluntarily donated the land to the temple. The old monks such as Chonghong could not grow these fields themselves, and there were strong young monks and young monks farming in the temple. These old monks usually had no shortage of meat and fish, and there were even some silver and copper coins to send them. Not only that, monks would urge the old monks such as Chonghong to recite scriptures every day. Even if these old monks did not recognize the words, the monks would recite them one by one, and the monks would recite them one by one. The monks were also necessary for ordinary homework. Of course, these homework might be much less time than in ordinary temples.

When Xiao Hua heard Mr. Chonghong talk about the old monk in Chenghui Temple, there were not only old monks like them, but also some orphans were taken in by them and served as novice monks since childhood. Ordinary poor people near Centipede Ridge and those in need came to Chenghui Temple to find monks to solve any difficulties. Xiao Hua couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fairy Jing and whispered: "The elderly have a place to support them, the young have a place to educate them, the poor have a place to support them, and the widows, widows, widows, orphans, and disabled people have a place to support them?"

Although Fairy Jing is not a Confucian scholar, she has also heard of this and nodded slightly: "What the young master said is very much. The national teacher of Shanliang... is not simple!"

"Yes, after hearing Master Chonghong's words, the young student had the urge to see this national master of the Buddhist sect." Xiao Hua also smiled, and then asked the old monk Chonghong again, "Master, do you know Xiao Jian?"

"Xiao Jian?" The old monk was stunned and shook his head slightly, "Which village is he the young man?"

"Haha, Xiao Jian is not a young man, it is the king of your Shan Liang Kingdom..." Xiao Hua smiled and explained, "Do you know this person?"

"So the person who gave birth to a son without anal hole is called Xiao Jian!" When the old monk Chonghong heard this, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Old man knows this man! If this man hadn't lost a cockfight, how could the old man's village be seized by a neighboring country? If it weren't for the soldiers from the neighboring country coming, how could the old man's home be gone? It turned out... It turned out that this damn turtle son is called Xiao Jian! It's so cheap! Grandma, the old man wished he could eat his meat and drink his blood..."

"Namo Maitreya Buddha!" ​​Xiao Hua said hurriedly, "The master has violated too many precepts today. Be careful that the Buddha is angry."

"Hmph, even if the Buddha is angry, the old man will scold him!" When the old monk Chonghong heard this, he was so angry that he was so angry. "I, Shanliang Kingdom, used to be great. When the old man was young, the entire village was also very good, but because of this dog who gave birth to a son without anal, he ruined the villagers near Centipede Ridge. Alas, if it weren't for the monk from Chenghui Temple, I wouldn't know what it would be like now!"

"Oh!" Hearing this, Xiao Hua felt a little moved and suddenly asked, "Does the master know who the king of Shan Liang Kingdom is now?"

"Who is love?" Old monk Chonghong waved his hand angrily, "They hit me, I hit you, they have nothing to do with the old man, the old man just wants to live."

"Haha, there has been no war in the past ten years, right?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"Of course not!" Old monk Chonghong smiled, "With the Buddha in my Shanliang Kingdom, how could there be war?"

"It makes sense!" Xiao Hua smiled and stood up and said, "Master Chonghong, do you have time to take the young student to visit the abbot of Chenghui Temple?"

"Of course, of course..." Old monk Chonghong hurriedly got up, lifting his right hand with a habit, and was about to knock on the stone under him. Unfortunately, he knocked it in vain this time. The old monk was a little embarrassed and smiled, "Oh, it's not easy to change the habits for many years! But what the master said is that as long as there is a Buddha in his heart, all the habits can be changed."

"Of course! This is naturally blessed by the Buddha." Xiao Hua replied with a smile.

"Let's go, please follow the old man to the Centipede Ridge. The abbot of Chenghui Temple likes the most knowledgeable people. I remember that many scholars have come to the temple before." Although the old monk Chonghong was not young, he walked as fast as he could on the mountain road, saying as he walked.

Although Centipede Ridge is a mountain, it should actually be called a ridge. It is not high in itself, but the mountain is quite large and stretches long, just like a centipede, it produces many hillsides.

In addition to common trees, there are also many fruit trees planted on Centipede Ridge. These fruit trees form forests, one by one. Where fruit trees do not grow, sometimes there are melon gardens, sometimes wheat fields, and sometimes you can see rows of bean seedlings. There are also some monks in these places, some old and some young, and some are guarded by little novice monks with bare heads.

These monks, big and small, were smiling like Chonghong, and perhaps they could not say Amitabha Buddha, or perhaps they did not have a clean monk's robe, but when they saw Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing, they both folded their hands together and smiled and bowed, which made Xiao Hua happy to see.

"Chonghong..." Not far away, a huge temple covered the mountains and rivers, and monks' houses of all sizes were hidden among the relaxed green cypresses. A somewhat rough voice came from the mountain road, "Why are you running back from work in the fields? Are you hungry?"

Xiao Hua looked up and saw a thin middle-aged monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe. The monk's robe looked extremely worn, but the torn monk's robe was much inferior to the monk's sad face.

"Master..." As soon as the old monk Chonghong saw this person, he immediately stopped and clasped his hands together and said respectfully, "I just worked in the field and happened to meet these two donors coming to Xunchenghui Temple. The disciple was afraid that they would touch the wrong place, so he brought them up." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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