Chapter 972 Take My Son with You

"Donor Liang, donor Liang?" The little shaman clasped his hands together and called softly, "Where is the vegetarian rice?"

The dusk is orange and red, and the white clouds flow across the sky, like a layer of velvet jacket. The little shamans around ten years old lined up in small groups, carrying large food boxes in both hands, and exhaling.

Liangqu, who was trapped in thought, came out of the abbot of Dixian, bowed his head.

Xiaoxiaomi took a breath and introduced it.

"Today's vegetarian meal was written by Master Shi Feng. Master Shi Feng was over a hundred years old and rarely got up the stove himself.

Most of them were the apprentices who were doing it for some reason. The abbot asked us to send five servings, enough for fifteen people to eat together, and it was just out of the pot and it was warm. ”

Liang Qu gave up his origin: "Go in and put it in the hall."

"OK."

The little novice monks entered one after another, and Liangqu grabbed a "fish tail".

"Have you eaten?"

The little novice shook his head: "Donor Liang, he has not practiced yet, so the little monk does not use the 'medicine stone'."

In the past, the Buddhist monks ate one meal a day and did not eat after noon, but adult monks had no choice but to farm and eat by themselves, even if they did not practice martial arts.

The amount of labor is not small, so there is a tradition of supper, called "Medicinal Stone". Eat more porridge in medicine, also known as "Stomach".

If you practice martial arts, you will have activities all day long, meditate and run incense to work hard, and it will be extremely exhausted. It is not uncommon to eat four or five times a day.

However, for children who are underage and enter puberty, this habit is still preserved.

Liang Qufu smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

The little novice monk is ashamed.

It doesn’t matter on weekdays, and I eat a few meals a day. There will be no big problems after getting used to it. Only when I hold a lecture ceremony in May will I inevitably be busy and I will consume a lot of physical strength, which will make me hungry.

"Call your friend and sit down and eat together."

The little shakimi swallowed her saliva and shook her head firmly: "How can that be done? First, it breaks the rules, and second, Master Shifeng's vegetarian meal is rare, it's just in vain, how can it be done---"

"I am the ninth Buddha, and I say I can eat it if I can eat it."

Push the person into the house.

Liangqu stepped on the threshold, looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and saw the sunset sinking into the sea of ​​clouds, and laughed silently.

"Why are you smirking at the door?" The white boots stepped into view, and Long Eying leaned against the shadow wall.

"I'm waiting for me?"

"Who is waiting for you? After the lecture is over, I feel something is wrong when I see you going to look for the master. How about it? Are you here?"

"Please come." Liang Qu held Yu's hand and entered the house together, "Yunkong Temple also agreed."

"How to dream of Baihuo?"

"No, we're smart."

"It's you who are really smart."

"Well, it's me."

When asked for the old monk, he and Su Guishan thought it was so difficult and difficult.

in the end.

Say nothing.

Be smart.

"Master, senior brother, senior sister, have a meal!" Liang Qu shouted, "Long Yao, call someone, the third prince, bring the bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice."

There were five extra bald heads buried in the dinner table. They were busy all day, and their belly was empty. They didn’t care about the rules and regulations. They were full of oil and mouths. The otters opened and brought the cooked firewood rice to the table.

Dong!

The cloud board outside the house rings.

The little novice monk who served the rice was shocked.

Yunban is a tool for reporting things, and is used to gather people. Without waiting for everyone to greet them, the young monk hurriedly put down his bowls and chopsticks and went out.

When they came back, the five looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Changsong asked, "Master, what's wrong with it?"

The little shady monk said sadly: "Donor Liang, Master Shi Feng has passed away."

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the food on the table again, I felt sad unconsciously.

We have never seen Master Shi Feng, and we have never felt that the so-called vegetarian rice is delicious. Both dishes have strong salt flavor.

It is not as accurate as the otter and otters, but it only produces sorrow for the death itself.

“Things of the world are impermanent”

"Eat more today, don't leave any soup."

Liang Qu greeted everyone, picked up the dining plate himself, and poured the remaining vegetable juice into a bowl to bibimbap.

Touch the bowls and chopsticks again.

Completely clean.

A major event is not clear, like a mourning test; a major event is clear, like a mourning test.

The preaching meeting was postponed for one day, and everything returned to normal after that, and it was not affected too much.

The elephant is longevity of three hundred, and the dragon is longevity of eight hundred.

People will always die.

There are countless monks in the holy land of Buddhism.

It is normal for everyone to come for a month, and it is not until the elderly pass away.

Liangqu has grown up for as many as seven years.

Seven years are not short.

He grew up from a young man to a young man, from a fisherman to Xingyibo, and the same time was added to everyone around him.

Don't say it far away.

More than a dozen fellow villagers in Yixing Town had passed away several times. At that time, he asked Fan Xing to give him a gift.

Chen Zhaoan, who is already 72 years old and walks steadily and has a wind, is nearly 80 years old. He is about to celebrate his birthday this year. The sandalwood crutches he once had was majestic and authoritative. Now he has become an assistant for walking, which really makes people worry about him. How many more river god festivals can be held.

Chen Qingjiang's father started to cough up phlegm in his throat when he spoke. When he met the face, he always had to clear the phlegm before he could speak.

The generation who witnessed his rise could still make a few jokes when they met. After decades, Yixing Town was full of newcomers who were born with the legend of Erliangqu. What will happen then?

Time never settles, and the seasons are like flowing.

I don’t have much feelings about my life every day, but I look back on something on a certain day and understand it for a long time.

The sun is getting higher and higher.

When we came, the snow on the eaves could still cover the entire slanted roof without sweeping the floor, and even covering the entire courtyard. As the Dharma Assembly was about to end, the white quilt in the center of the courtyard could not be covered.

unconsciously.

Summer is here.

The lush green bodhi tree, the young monk serving tea no longer wears a cotton robe, but only two cotton coats inside.

Rumble.

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

The old monk closes the book.

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

"Amitabha."

Taoist Master Ge of Louguantai performed the ceremony.

After that, all the sects and schools stood up to pay their respects.

The Dharma Assembly, which was originally scheduled for 21 days but actually lasted 32 days, from the end of April to May, was completely over.

There was no noise, no excitement, like a sunny afternoon, cicadas chirping outside the window, and people with nothing to do woke up with full energy.

"It's so unexpected."

"Is it over?"

The people in the back row all stretched their waists and muscles, and suddenly felt "freed from the sea of ​​suffering". Those who understood it, sipped a pot of fragrant tea, and their faces were full of satisfaction.

Even those who don't understand Buddhist scriptures, after a month of edification, have a better understanding.

"Huaikong!"

"Donor Liang."

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

"Go back to Pingyang?" Huaikong was puzzled.

Before going to Daxue Mountain, Liangqu had to go back to Pingyang first. He knew this, but the interval between them was not a few days, but more than ten days. He could just wait for the treasure ship to come back and catch up.

"Meng Baihuo!" Liang Qu put his arm around Huai Kong's shoulders. "Abbot Dixian was generous enough to buy you a place.

He gave me all the money, so you have to go back with me first."

"Amitabha." Huai Kong understood. "I will pack my bag now."

"Wait for you."

"Master Liang!"

A white tiger leaped out.

"White Tiger King?" The two stopped. 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."