Chapter 472 Porridge
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qingzhou’s pot of porridge was finally almost done.
He took a big spoon and scooped out a bowl of porridge leisurely and handed it to Daoyuan: "Master, be careful when holding it. It's hot."
"Haha, I have been a cook all my life. , how can you be afraid of being burned?"
Daoyuan smiled and took the porridge bowl with both hands.
Fu Qingzhou didn't stop, scooped up another bowl and handed it to Yuan Zhen: "You haven't eaten yet, you can also have a bowl."
Yuan Zhen took it with some surprise: "Thank you, donor Fu."
While he was taking the bowl, Daoyuan had already picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip.
"The porridge is a little bland, the heat is average, it's a very common way."
He smacked his lips and asked softly: "What's so special about this bowl of porridge, Donor Fu?"
"Master Mingjian." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "This is a bowl of life-saving porridge."
"Life-saving porridge?" Dao Yuan was startled.
"More than ten years ago, when I was a young child, I lived in the barren mountains, eating hair and drinking blood, and almost died many times."
Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Later, my adoptive father He picked me up when I was dying and took me home... I had been hungry for a long time and was extremely weak, so my father cooked me a bowl of porridge."
Daoyuan looked at me slightly. Dong: "For a child who has not eaten for a long time and whose energy and blood are weak, a bowl of gruel is indeed very suitable."
"Yes, that bowl of porridge saved my life."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "But it was never the bowl of porridge that saved my life, but my father."
" Amitabha... That's good." Daoyuan smiled and said, "It is a great merit that your father saved the donor."
"But my father has been dead for a long time."
Fu Qingzhou's. His eyes became slightly colder: "He died under the Golden Body Pill of Fanyin Temple. From that day on, I never ate the porridge he cooked, and I never had the chance to support him until his death."
Daoyuan was startled.
Yuanzhen sighed softly, lowered his head and sang the Buddha's name softly.
Fu Qingzhou silently scooped a bowl of porridge for himself, held it in his hand, looked at the ripples of rice soup in the bowl, and said slowly: "There are many people who have the same fate as my father. They also I have never been able to drink a bowl of porridge like this again."
As he said that, he looked at Daoyuan: "Master, you have been cooking for decades, but have you ever cooked a meal that saved someone's life?"
“Life-saving meals…”
Dao Yuan's gaze became far-reaching: "The old monk mostly doesn't know whose mouth or belly those meals will end up in after they leave the kitchen. The old monk also doesn't know whether they have saved anyone."
"It turns out that the master doesn't know." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Then, the master doesn't know what Huijue and the others have done, right?"
The cooks and monks in the kitchen were busy, speculating Platefuls of large pots of food and bowls of large pots of rice were brought out. These meals were filled with trays and were carried out of the kitchen one by one on their palms.
Presumably... the dining hall of Jinchan Temple is about to open dinner.
In the kitchen, only Daoyuan, Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen stood still.
Dao Yuan's eyes flashed and he said softly: "The old monk is just a cook. He doesn't know anything about the temple."
"But the master has a gentle and compassionate heart."
Fu Qingzhou smiled Said: "Otherwise, you can't make such touching dishes."
Daoyuan remained silent.
"This junior knows very well why Huijue asked Master to come and compete with me in cooking." Fu Qingzhou added: "Yuanguan, Yuanxiang, and you... are all in a certain field. It is very difficult for me to defeat you, the strongest person I can find. Even if I win, I may not be able to win. I am like walking on a tightrope. If I make a wrong step, my plan will be ruined.”
Daoyuan frowned and still didn't speak.
"But Master, you are different from others... you don't have to obey Huijue, you also have compassion, so I will tell you this."
Fu Qingzhou looked directly at him eyes: "I am making this bowl of porridge to save the lives of countless people in the world."
"Huijue is doing a big thing, a big thing that will cause the world to flow into rivers of blood."
"In the past ten years or so, for this matter, he has harmed and killed many people. Countless men and women have been killed. They died after swallowing the golden elixir, they were skinned, and they were tortured. Refining blood pills..."
"Many years ago, he even brainwashed his junior brother Huixin...I am still not sure who Yuanwu, Yuanxi and Yuanjing were who died in Fanyin Temple. Aren’t they also brainwashed?”
“Are the people who helped him in Jinchan Temple also brainwashed by him?”
“For his so-called path to the realm of selflessness, How many more people will he kill and harm? How many people will lose their parents, children, partners, brothers and sisters because of him?”
“If I can’t come to Master Huikong today, then what will I do? All these things will come to nothing, and Huijue’s plan can continue to be implemented.”
"Master..."
Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Drink this bowl of porridge and tell me, this bowl of porridge...can it save the lives of those poor people?"
Daoyuan's expression Somewhat shocked.
He slowly turned his head, glanced at Yuan Zhen, who was sighing beside him, and then looked at Fu Qingzhou again, looking directly into the young man's eyes.
Finally, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the porridge in his hand that was gradually starting to get cold.
Immediately, he put the bowl to his mouth, raised his head, and slowly drank the bowl of porridge.
Gulu, Gulu, Gulu...
Daoyuan drank slowly.
Fu Qingzhou smiled at Yuan Zhen, with some helplessness and a kind of indifference in his eyes.
The meaning in that look is very clear. I have done everything I can do. At this stage, if it is really difficult to let go, then there is no way.
Then, he raised his head and drank the porridge in the bowl.
Yuanzhen sighed softly, picked up the porridge bowl, and drank all the porridge in the bowl.
Until then, the old monk Daoyuan was still drinking porridge slowly.
After Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen put down their bowls, he finally finished the drink and let out a long "ha". After putting down the hand holding the bowl, there were still a few rice grains and soup juice on his beard.
He didn't wipe it, just smiled: "This bowl of porridge is very sweet."
Fu Qingzhou looked at him and asked: "So, what about Master Bi's stir-fried tofu with vegetables?"
"Alas..."
Daoyuan still had a slight smile on his face, but He let out a long sigh: "Perhaps as the donor said, the old monk only knew how to feed others in his life, but he never thought that besides being hungry, people would still die."
"And many times, A bowl of porridge can save a life."
He put his palms together and said leisurely: "The Buddha said that the karma of all living beings will not be destroyed for a hundred kalpas, and when the causes and conditions come together, their fruits will mature...Old monk. I don’t know whether what the donor just said is true or false, but all dharmas are empty and cause and effect are not empty. The donor can stand here, eat the old monk a plate of food, and give the old monk a bowl of porridge, which makes the old monk suddenly understand. , that is, the relationship between cause and effect.”
"Donor...go ahead. If everything you said is true, let the bowl of porridge that the old monk drank help save countless people."
Dao Yuan suddenly lowered his head and looked deeply at Fu Qingzhou. Bow deeply: "You win."
(End of this chapter)