Chapter 1564 The rules in the temple


Chapter 1564 Rules in the Temple

Jiang Cheng smiled without changing his expression and asked: "Master, what do you mean?"

The dark monk who had spoken to Jiang Cheng before was stunned, and then he noticed the gesture. There are two other porridge bowls on the table, these two were brought by another monk.

"Junior Brother Huicong, don't be ridiculous." The swarthy monk scolded with a straight face.

Compared with the dark-skinned monk, this monk named Huicong is much weirder. He is surprisingly thin, dirty all over, and his old monk robe is covered with patches. And he didn't care when he was scolded. He just stood there and grinned, looking like he wasn't smart.

Different from that stupid look, Monk Huicong's eyes were surprisingly bright. He was making clumsy gestures with his hands, "Hey, eat, eat, you guys came together. If you come together, you should... you should be together. Eat, hehe..."

The fat man saw that Monk Huicong's nose was almost dripping into the bowl, and he complained in his heart that he didn't know who the wise man gave Monk Huicong such a dharma name. This is not a pure joke. Where are people?

The swarthy monk was a little embarrassed when he saw this scene, but he still persuaded him in a good voice: "Junior Brother Huicong, the donors are in the west wing and are not here. Don't mess around. You have already used them. fasting meal, Then go outside, and brother will help you practice merit later, okay?”

When he heard the words “cultivate merit”, Monk Huicong frowned, then wiped his nose with his sleeve, picked up the bowl and ran away immediately. Opened, still in the mouth Singing vaguely: "We came together, hey... hehe, not here! Not here!"

Sent away the Huicong monk, the swarthy monk smiled apologetically at Jiang Cheng and the two, clasped his hands, "Right? There are two benefactors here. Although my junior brother looks crazy, he is kind-hearted and has no malicious intent. Even our abbot praises him for his clear eyesight. In time, he will gain great insight and can see the true meaning of the world. "

"All methods are about cultivating the mind, and overcoming tribulations is also about practice. Although Master Huicong is limited by this body, a delicate and pure heart is the most rare thing in the world." Jiang Cheng said sincerely as he watched Master Huicong leave.

“It is really rare for a donor to have such enlightenment.” The dark-skinned monk saluted Jiang Cheng again.

“May I ask the master’s name?” Jiang Cheng said.

“I don’t dare, it’s wisdom but virtue.”

Jiang Cheng nodded with a smile, “It turns out to be Master Huide, I’m rude. I heard Master Huiqing say that we were rescued by a team of people Came to your temple.”

"That's it. At that time, the two donors fell off the cliff. Fortunately, they met another group of donors passing by. I am compassionate and the two donors had this opportunity and their lives should not be cut off." Master Huide clasped his hands together, looking extremely pious, "Amitabha "Buddha, that's so good."

"It seems that I have a destiny with Guibao Temple." Jiang Cheng said with a smile: "Where are the benefactors who saved my life and my friends' lives? Can I go and thank you?"
< br>"The other group of donors live in the west wing, please be kind to me."

After saying this, Master Huide was about to say goodbye and leave, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng: "Master Huide, please stay. Please ask my benefactors Who is he?"

Seeing Huide's slight hesitation, Jiang Cheng smiled naturally: "After all, he saved my life and my brother's, so it is only proper to prepare a suitable gift."

"Gifts..." Monk Huide looked Jiang Cheng up and down. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like he could come up with gifts, nor did the fat man next to him.

But Jiang Cheng didn't care about this. Instead, he pretended to be mysterious and patted his pocket, which contained the mobile phone.

I don’t know if Monk Huide understood it, or if he didn’t care at all. He just nodded and said, "Two donors, please be at ease. Those donors are businessmen passing by and are very kind people. Last night they It was a lot of work to bring the two benefactors to Kengmentou Temple."

"Thank you, Master Huide."

After Huide left, Jiang Cheng slowly sat down. The fat man held the porridge bowl in his hand with a bitter look on his face. It was no exaggeration to say, This is just a handful of grains thrown into a bowl of water, which is so clear that people can be seen in it.

The fat man drank up the "porridge" in two mouthfuls, and then took Jiang Cheng with him to the porridge distribution place to ask for another bowl of porridge. Unexpectedly, he was rejected by the monk who distributed the porridge.

"This little master, just a bowl of clear soup with little water, is not full. Please do me a favor and give each of our brothers a bowl, just this time, okay?" Fatty I hope that I can use sincerity to influence the little monks who share the porridge.

But the young monk seemed to be polite, but in fact there was no room for negotiation. "Two donors, this is the rule of the temple. Each person can only eat one bowl of porridge per fast."

The fat man was not happy when he heard this. Although he was irrational, he still shouted: "You guys are treating each other too differently. You monks can eat whatever you want, but when you come to us, you can only get one bowl per person." ?”

The young monk clasped his hands to the fat man and said, “Please forgive me, donor. This temple has always been poor. Even if we have extra incense and money, we will distribute it to the poor people nearby. Monks don’t lie. Who comes here?” It’s the same in the temple, whether it’s the monks in the temple or the benefactors taking a rest, even if the emperor comes in person, they still eat a bowl of porridge.”

"You..." The fat man was choked to death by the little monk.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng pulled him away, and the two of them put down the empty bowls and walked out of the dining hall. On the way, the fat man kept complaining, saying that the little monk only talked big words, and that even if the emperor came in person, he could only eat a bowl of porridge. , bullshit! If the emperor really comes, the abbot can run out and cook for the emperor himself. If the emperor is in a good mood, he might even be able to reward him with two cups of wine.

Jiang Cheng frowned when he heard this, "Buddhism is a noble place, be careful in your words and deeds."

Hearing this, the fat man's stomach growled again, and his mood became worse and worse, and he shouted: "Why, what I said is wrong?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while, but finally found no reason to refute.

But at the same time, he was more confused about another thing, "Fat man, have you seen what those monks look like?"

The fat man said angrily: "Yes, they are all big and thick." As soon as he finished saying this, the fat man's eyes changed, as if he suddenly He reacted, "Yes, these people drank clear porridge. There were only a few grains of rice in it. How did they grow so strong?"

Recalling the size of the monks in the temple, several of them could match the body shape. He tried his best, but this was not something he could eat with clear soup and little water.

Following the guidance of Master Huide, they finally found the west wing. The scale of the entire temple was larger than expected. It was conservatively estimated that it could accommodate hundreds of people.

Stepping forward, before knocking on the door, the wooden door was opened with a "squeak" sound. The room was relatively dark, with only a red candle burning on the table.

With the faint light, Fatty Jiangcheng saw that there were eight people in the room. In addition to the middle-aged man who opened the door, there were four men and three women.

"What are you doing here?" The middle-aged man blocked the door and frowned. (End of this chapter)

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