The heavens start from Maoshan

Zhang Heng threw three oceans on the counter.

"Two foreigners, listen to me, are you running a business, or are you visiting friends?"

The enthusiastic inquiry of the shopkeeper.

"Neither running business nor visiting friends."

Zhang Heng glanced at the lobby, hehe smiled and said, "I am a Taoist priest, he is a monk, I heard that you have a plague mountain here, and the evil spirit is very strong, so let's take a look."

The potential meaning is: we are people outside the square, we are capable of covering the sky, sitting on the ground, and eating the four sides.

"Yo, clumsy eyes, clumsy eyes."

The shopkeeper took two pieces of ocean, and the other piece didn't move: "We are a small place, things are cheap, I'll keep two pieces of ocean, more refunds and less compensation."

Chapter 63: Talking about Zen and Dao with Monk Wuxin in the Nameless Inn

"You just said that on purpose, didn't you?"

Soaked in the tub, the monk Wuxin asked with his feet upside down.

Zhang Heng was noncommittal: "When you go out, it's better to do one less thing. I'm afraid I'm not afraid, but it's troublesome."

If you are out of town, when you hear that your accent is not a local, you will inevitably have dirty things.

Take the example just now. Given the three pieces of ocean, the shopkeeper will definitely not return one piece. Maybe it will not be enough to settle the account tomorrow.

why.

Because your accent is from a foreign country, [-]% of it is a one-shot deal, and you won't hit anyone with your bamboo stick.

Not to mention now, even after 100 years, the grandsons who gang up on the scenic spot will still play like this.

This is not bad.

If you meet someone who has no conscience, get up tomorrow morning and throw the chamber pot.

When I turn around and say that you broke an antique porcelain vase, you dare to ask for a hundred oceans from you when you open your mouth.

If you don't give it, you won't be allowed to leave. This person is unfamiliar, where can you justify it?

"Looking at your age, you are quite old-fashioned about things in the world."

The unintentional monk is somewhat novel.

"Old Daoist, it's because of the loss."

"If you suffer a loss, you will grow a cut. Don't look at my age. In fact, I entered the society very early, and the society really trains people."

Zhang Heng opened the chat box and couldn't help but say a few more words: "When I was in school, I studied through work and study by myself, and I used the vacation time to work on my own to earn some pocket money."

"I remember very clearly that I was 16 years old that year, around the Spring Festival."

"I worked part-time for a grocery store owner, and I agreed when I would go and when he would pay me."

"After 38 days, guess what he said to me?"

"Say I haven't done enough for two months, and I can't post the remaining days."

"He also told me two ways, one is that I will work for another month, he will give me two months, the other is one month, and the remaining few days are extra."

Zhang Heng smiled: "There are really masters in this world!"

The monk Wuxin also laughed. He didn't expect Zhang Heng to have such an experience and asked, "How did you solve it?"

Zhang Heng replied, "I played hard with him. I stabbed a knife on the counter and said something like: Do you stab me twice, or I stab you twice?"

"And then he gave you the money?"

"Well, here it is."

Zhang Heng exhaled: "But I still feel that this breath didn't come out. When I think about it now, I still can't settle down."

After saying that, he looked at Wuxin and said happily: "I was still young at the time. Now, I have to beat him before I leave. This person is hateful."

"How hateful?"

"Later, I have seen many wicked people, but after thinking about it carefully, they are not as hateful as him, which makes my memory so fresh."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he stood up from the bathtub: "Okay, wash it up, put on your clothes and eat. I know you are young, Master. In front of me, I'm sorry to get out of the bathtub first."

"Small?"

"What do you mean!"

The monk Wuxin didn't react at first, and after a while, he scolded: "Niubi, what do you mean, the front of the co-authorship is all nonsense, so just scolded me that this sentence is the real topic, we can't finish it!"

"Being a monk is still so angry!"

Zhang Heng stood outside the bathroom, shook his head and said, "The three poisons of greed, ignorance and hatred are all in one, there is no way to save him."

After a while, the unintentional monk came out with a dark face.

Seeing Zhang Heng sitting at the table, guarding the food at the table, he didn't move at all, he opened his mouth and said, "Niubi, you hurt my heart, this is not the end, I have to find the place and meet you. fight."

"The monk is still so elegant?"

Zhang Heng knew that he was right, and asked, "What are you fighting for? You don't even care about Yue Qiluo. I am Yue Qiluo's defeated general, I'm afraid it's not enough for you to fight, right?"

"Wen Dou!"

Monk Wuxin sat on the stool and stretched out a finger.

"This is... a charade!"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself: "One yuan is back to the beginning? No, this is from Taoism, and the monk is from Buddhism, so he should be dedicated to worshiping Buddha."

After figuring this out, Zhang Heng stretched out three fingers, meaning: "You worship the Buddha wholeheartedly, and I have three pure bodyguards."

"Amazing!"

On the other side, Monk Wuxin was also thinking secretly: "I said he can only eat one bowl of rice, he said he can eat three bowls!"

Thinking of this, Monk Wuxin also made a three gesture, meaning: "I can also eat three bowls."

"three?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly and thought to himself: "This is to say that the past, present, and future, the three Buddhas are in the world, right?

"Interesting, I said three, you said three, this is against me!"

Zhang Heng gestured, meaning: "You have the three Buddhas residing in the world, and I have the blessings of the Big Dipper, the Southern Dipper, the Eastern Dipper, the Western Dipper, and the Central Dipper!"

hiss! !

Monk Wuxin took a deep breath and thought to himself: "I can only eat three bowls of rice at most, can he?? Isn't this a rice bucket?"

Are you going to lose?

Monk Wuxin was not reconciled, and pointed to his heart again, meaning: "Fan, do you believe this?"

"Heart!"

Zhang Heng pondered a little, and his eyes lit up: "This means that the Buddha is in the heart!"

Thinking of what Monk Wuxin was going to say, Zhang Heng knew how to answer, and then pointed his hand to the top of his head, meaning: "There is a blue sky above."

Isn't your Buddha in your heart, but my heaven is in your head.

Is mine bigger than yours.

"oops!"

Monk Wuxin saw it, and it was not bad: "I said that I don't believe that he can eat, but he said that he can swear to God, it seems that I really didn't deceive me."

Thinking of this, Monk Wuxin sighed and said, "It's the little monk who lost. Niubi has such a big appetite."

"Amount of food?"

Zhang Heng was a little confused.

Then I thought, Niubi should point out that the rice with substance should be empty, and the quantity of nothingness should be real.

The monk is relying on his nose and appetite to ask him the truth of the truth.

The monk who was cheated by a good woman first conceded defeat, and then planted mines. Sure enough, a hairless guy can't be trusted.

"Heavenly Venerable is immeasurable."

Zhang Heng recited Tianzun.

It is said: "The Tao is not existence, the Tao is not non-existent, the Tao is not balanced, the Tao is not quantitative, it is neither the other nor the self, it is neither empty nor real, the Tao is not clear, the Tao is not clear, the mystery is also mysterious, and the source of all wonders is the Tao." "

"I am immeasurable."

Seeing Zhang Hengkou reciting the Taoist number, the Wuxin monk naturally refused to show weakness.

Zhang Heng was shocked when he saw it, and thought to himself, "This is a response to my understanding of the Tao, is it the same for Buddha?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng nodded: "The monk is really good at Zen, Qinglian, white lotus and lotus leaf, the three religions have evolved for thousands of years. It is to persuade people to do good.”

After speaking, Zhang Heng was also a little tired, and playing Jifeng was too brain-intensive, and said, "Monk, come, drink, just kidding, I don't have the habit of peeking at men."

Wuxin monk's eyes are faint: "I have it!"

Chapter 64: Sanlang Village

the next day.

Zhang Heng got up very early, ready to buy some things, and then went to the extremely yin place of Plague Mountain to nurture the wounded paper ghost.

It's January, and if this trip is unsurprising, it won't go down the mountain until at least the beginning of spring.

In addition, there is monk Wuxin, so he has to buy a lot of things, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, bedding, stove, chicken, duck, fish, and daily necessities.

"Meat is easy to handle. The three northern provinces are freezing cold. Hanging the meat outside the window will not spoil until next spring."

"Vegetables are difficult. Turnips, cabbage, potatoes, and pickled cabbage are just four things going back and forth. It's basically impossible to eat fresh."

When shopping for groceries, Monk Wuxin also followed, chatting in the back.

Zhang Heng looked at him speechlessly.

When the third aunt found Yue Qiluo's whereabouts, it was time for Monk Wuxin to leave. As soon as he left, Zhang Heng could return to reality at any time, so there was no need to worry about what to eat.

"Buy good things and go quickly. Plague Mountain has been inaccessible in recent years. I don't know how many villages were left. Is there any shelter from the wind and rain? If not, we have to build a thatched hut."

Compared with Miscellaneous Grain, Zhang Heng is more concerned about the situation on Plague Mountain.

In the beginning, Plague Mountain was not called Plague Mountain, but Sanlang Mountain.

It is said that there lived a man named Saburo. Later, more and more people gathered on the mountain, and gradually there was a village.

A hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, there was a plague in Saburo Village, and all the people in the village died very quickly.

Because the death of a villager is not auspicious.

This piece of land has become an inaccessible forbidden area, and even the hunters who go up the mountain to hunt and the herb collectors who gather herbs are unable to avoid this plague mountain.

"The thatched cottage is not easy. As a monk, I have traveled south and north. If I don't learn anything else, I will build a house."

"As long as there are trees and an axe, a thatched hut can be built in three days, and the key point is that it can keep out the wind and rain."

The monk Wuxin said confidently.

As soon as Zhang Heng heard it, this monk was still an all-around player. Fortunately, he was born in the Republic of China, not in modern times.

Otherwise, you can follow Bei Ye, and it is not uncommon to see survival in the wilderness without him.

Jingle Bell...

After getting things sorted, Zhang Heng and the others set off.

They rode eastward in their carriage and finally reached Plague Mountain in the afternoon.

At a glance.

The snow was a foot thick, and there was no sign of movement around, only the footprints of animals.

Look again, there is a village built on the mountain in front, starting from the foot of the mountain and building all the way to the top of the mountain.

After a hundred years, the mountain village has long lost its former appearance.

Every family, some roofs were swept away, leaving only the broken eaves and broken walls.