Chapter 972 Bring My Son

Chapter 972 Bring My Son

Chapter 972 Bring My Son
"Donor Liang, Donor Liang?" The young monk put his hands together and called softly, "Where is the vegetarian meal?"

The dusk was orange-red, and the white clouds spread out like a fluffy coat. Ten-year-old monks lined up in a small group, carrying large food boxes in both hands and puffing out smoke.

After coming out from Abbot Dixian's place, Liang Qu lowered his head, lost in thought.

The young monk took a breath and introduced himself.

"Today's vegetarian meal was prepared by Master Shi Feng. Master Shi Feng is over a hundred years old and rarely cooks for himself. Most of the time, his apprentices do it for him. I don't know why he suddenly felt like it. The abbot specifically asked us to send five servings, enough for fifteen people to share. It was just taken out of the pot and is still warm."

Liang Qu made way for him and said, "Put it in the hall."

"Ok."

The young monks filed into Liangqu and grabbed a "fish tail".

"Have you eaten?"

The young monk shook his head: "Mr. Liang, I have not yet practiced, so I do not need any 'medicine'."

In the past, Buddhism stipulated that monks could only eat once a day and not eat after noon. However, adult monks had to farm and feed themselves. Even if they did not practice martial arts, the workload was still considerable. Thus, there was a tradition of having dinner, called "medicine stone". Medicine stones usually ate porridge, which was also called "evening porridge".

If you practice martial arts, you will be active all day long, alternating between meditation and incense running, which will consume a lot of physical energy. It is not uncommon to eat four or five times a day.

However, this habit still remains for children who have not yet reached adulthood and have entered puberty.

Liang Qufu smiled: "Are you hungry?"

The little monk was embarrassed.

It doesn't matter on weekdays, with a few meals a day, it won't be a big problem after you get used to it. But in May, when the Dharma lectures come, I can't help but be busy running around, which consumes a lot of physical energy and makes me hungry easily.

"Call your friends and sit down to eat together."

The young monk swallowed his saliva and shook his head firmly: "How can that be possible? First of all, it breaks the rules. Secondly, Master Shifeng's vegetarian meals are rare. How can I do nothing for nothing?..."

"I am the ninth Buddha. If I say you can eat, you can eat."

Pushing people into the house.

Liang Qu stepped on the threshold, looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and watched the sunset sink into the sea of ​​clouds, and burst out laughing.

"What are you standing at the door with an idiotic grin on your face?" Long Eying leaned against the screen wall as she stepped into the field of vision with white boots.

"Waiting for me specifically?"

"Who is waiting for you? The lecture is over. I saw you go to look for the master and I felt that something was wrong. How is it? Did you invite him?"

"Please come." Liang Qu held Yu's hand and walked into the house together. "The Hanging Temple also agreed."

"Dream White Fire's method?"

"No, we were just being clever."

"You are really smart."

"Well, it's me."

He and Su Guishan both thought that inviting the old monk was a very arduous and difficult task.

in the end.

Bai said.

Just being clever.

"Master, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, let's eat!" Liang Qu shouted, "Long Yao, call someone, Third Prince, bring bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice."

There were five more little bald heads at the dinner table. After a busy day, their stomachs were empty. They didn't care about the rules and regulations and ate with their mouths full of grease. Taotaokai brought the cooked firewood rice to the table.

Boom!
The cloud board outside the house was knocking.

The young monk who was serving the rice was startled.

The cloud board is a tool for reporting news and gathering people. Without waiting for everyone to call him, the little monk hurriedly put down his bowl and chopsticks and went out.

When they came back, the five people looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Changsong asked, "Little Master, what happened outside?"

The young monk said sadly, "Donor Liang, Master Shifeng has passed away."

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the food on the table, I couldn't help feeling sad.

No one had ever met Master Shi Feng, and they didn't think the so-called vegetarian meal was delicious. Both dishes were heavily salted, not as good as the one prepared by La La. They only felt sad about the act of death itself.

"Things in life are unpredictable..."

"Eat, eat. Eat more today. Don't leave any soup."

Liang Qu greeted everyone, picked up the plate himself, poured the remaining juice into the bowl and mixed it with the rice.

The dishes and chopsticks touch each other again.

Clean and tidy.

When great things are not yet clear, it is like losing one’s parents; when great things are already clear, it is like losing one’s parents.

The lecture was postponed for one day, but everything returned to normal without being affected too much. Zhenxiang lives for 300 years, Yaolong lives for 800 years.

People will always die.

It is a holy place of Buddhism with countless eminent monks.

It is normal for an elderly person to pass away after a month of being here.

Liangqu has been in development for more than seven years.

Seven years is not a short time.

He grew from a boy to a young man, and from a fisherman to the Earl of Xingyi. The same time passed for everyone around him.

Not to mention far away.

Several of the dozen or so village elders in Yixing Town had passed away, so he specially asked Fan Xing to deliver the gifts.

Chen Zhaoan, who is 72 years old and walks steadily and confidently, is now nearly 80 years old. It is time for him to celebrate his birthday this year. The sandalwood cane in his hand used to be majestic and a symbol of authority among the villagers, but now it has only become an aid for walking. It really makes people worry about how many more River God Festivals he can organize.

Chen Qingjiang's father began to cough up phlegm in his throat when he spoke, and whenever he met someone, he always had to clear the phlegm before he could speak.

The generation that witnessed his rise could still joke with him when they met, but decades later, Yixing Town is full of newcomers who were born with Liangqu legends in their ears. What kind of scene will that be?

The years do not live, the seasons flow.

There aren't many feelings about life day by day, but when I look back on something one day, I realize that a long time has passed.

……

The sun is rising.

When I arrived, the snow on the eaves was enough to cover the entire sloping roof. If the floor was not swept, it would cover the entire courtyard. As the ceremony was about to end, the white quilt in the center of the courtyard could hardly cover it.

unconsciously.

It is summer.

Under the lush green Bodhi tree, the little monk serving tea no longer wears a cotton robe, but only two cotton coats underneath.

Crash.

The green tea leaves tumble and float in the boiling water.

The old monk closed the album.

"Do not do evil, practice all good, and purify your mind. This is the teaching of all Buddhas. Everyone, do you still have any confusion in your heart? If not, this lecture will end here."

"Repeat" Liang Qu repeated it again, clearly and distinctly.

No one stood up.

"In this case, the Dharma Assembly is over, and the believers may leave as they please."

"Buddha of Infinite Life."

Taoist Ge from Louguantai was the first to perform the ceremony.

People from all sects stood up to see him off respectfully.

There is no hustle and bustle, no noise, just like a sunny afternoon, cicadas are chirping outside the window, and people with nothing to do wake up from their dreams full of energy.

At this point, the Dharma Assembly, which was originally scheduled to last for 21 days but actually lasted for 32 days, from the end of April to May, came to a successful conclusion.

"Is this the end?"

"It was unexpected."

Everyone in the back row stretched their waists and muscles, and suddenly felt "free from the sea of ​​suffering". Those who understood the situation sipped a pot of fragrant tea, with expressions of being still unsatisfied.

Even if you are not familiar with Buddhist scriptures, after a month of enlightenment, you will have a better understanding of them.

Liang Qu cleaned up the table and turned to call out, "Huai Kong!"

"Donor Liang."

"Our sect plans to stay in Datong Prefecture for two days. You pack up and come back to Pingyang with me first."

"Back to Pingyang?" Huaikong was puzzled.

Liangqu knew that he had to go back to Pingyang before going to the Daxue Mountain, but the interval between them was not just a few days, but more than ten days. He could just wait for the treasure ship to come back and take it with him.

"Meng Baihuo!" Liang Qu put his arm around Huai Kong's shoulders, "Abbot Dixian generously bought you a place and gave me the money, so you have to go back with me first."

"Amitabha." Huaikong understood, "I will pack my bag now."

"Wait for you."

"Master Liang!"

A white tiger leaped out.

"White Tiger King?" The two men paused. Liang Qu looked around, not knowing where this tigress came from. "What can I do for you, White Tiger King?"

"Take my son with you on this trip."

(End of this chapter)