disguised holy monk

Xuanqing soaked his feet in hot water and stepped on the warm Mrs. Tang, sleeping soundly all night.

The next day, even though they were in Luoxia Temple, the four of them got up early and finished the morning class in their meditation room.

It's just that no one brought the fast until noon.

Wuxin was hungry and growled, and he couldn't take it at first, so he pulled Wuku and whispered: "Let's go, let's go and see if there is anything to eat."

Wuku looked at Xuan Qing who was meditating with his eyes closed - although the master didn't say anything, he must be hungry.

He nodded, got up and followed Wu Xin to the kitchen.

The two asked all the way, and when they reached the kitchen, there was no one there, only a young monk who was carrying a food box and was about to deliver food.

Wuxin's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Little master, we are disciples from Qingchan Temple, may I ask if we get the fast food here?"

The little monk took a look at them, his eyes swept over the white robes of the two, his expression was a little arrogant, he pointed to the grid next to the chopping board behind him, "It's in there, take it yourself."

Wuxin hurriedly expressed his thanks, stepped forward two steps to open the lid, an unpleasant rotten smell hit his nostrils, he was stunned, no matter how poor Qingchan Temple is, white rice and white noodles still taste normal.He glanced at the little monk, a little in disbelief, "You...you eat this for breakfast?"

The little monk was a little impatient, "The monks don't pay attention to food, don't you, a monk, understand? How can you practice if you care so much about what you eat?"

As he spoke, he turned and left, muttering to himself, "A poor monk from a small poor temple, does he still want to eat big fish and big meat?"

"I..." Hearing the words, Wuxin was about to die of anger, he found that he still didn't cultivate well, he didn't have the indifferent demeanor of Master Xuanqing, and he didn't know how to cite Buddhist scriptures casually to kill the other party!How did you get to this place? You are angry everywhere!

Wuku looked cold and remained silent.

Wu Xin sighed, "What should we do now? Do we really want to take these rotten steamed buns back to Master and Uncle?"

Wuku shook his head, glanced around the kitchen, and said coldly, "If they don't give it to you, we'll make it ourselves."

Wu Xin's eyes brightened when he heard the words, Wu Ku's culinary skills are outstanding, and he knew it in Qingchan Temple.

And ever since he realized that Xuanqing ate very little with everyone, he personally prepared Xuanqing's fast meals in the temple.

Wu Ku found the rice jar, took a spoonful of rice, and grabbed some green beans.

After a while, the sticky white rice porridge rolled with small bubbles, and the soft green beans exuded a faint fragrance.

Wuxin swallowed, "Okay, let's go back quickly, master and uncle must be starving."

Wuku nodded, and the two of them packed the porridge and walked back, but they didn't go far when they saw the little monk from before walking over with four or five monks with unkind faces.

They glanced at the things in the hands of the two, and their eyes were full of disdain, "Okay, the monks of Qingchan Temple actually did something like stealing? Come, come with us to see the abbot!"

"Don't frame people!" Wuxin couldn't bear it any longer, he clenched his fists and took two steps forward, but was stopped by Wuku, he pursed his lips, his expression turned cold, obviously very angry, but he still said in a cold voice: " Master said, don't cause trouble."

Wuxin's chest heaved with anger for a moment, and she just stared at the person across from him viciously, "Don't people eat the fast food at Luoxia Temple?"

The man was taken aback by Wuxin before, and seeing him looking aggressive and about to hit someone, he couldn't help but snort, "Go, arrest the two of them and go to see the abbot master!"

A group of people surrounded Wuxin and the two and scuffled them. Wuxin was so angry that she couldn't vent her anger. She couldn't remember Xuan Qing's instructions, so she started fighting with them.Wu Ku's brows darkened, and he wanted to protect the porridge, so he couldn't help being punched a few times.

At this moment, a male voice suddenly sounded——

"stop."

Although it was a gentle voice, it was a bit cold, and the hearts of those who listened trembled.

Hearing this familiar voice, Wu Xin stopped immediately.The monks at Luoxia Temple were also taken aback.

Xuan Qing came slowly in a white monk robe, especially with the posture and strength of an immortal monk from other worlds.

He had heard them go to the kitchen to get food earlier, and if they haven't come back for so long, something must have happened.

Just when he came over, he saw a group of people fighting fiercely.

Wuxin has solid basic skills, and he didn't lose out in sparring with a few monks. Wuku was a bit miserable, his face was bruised and purple, and only the porridge in his hand was well protected.

"Uncle Master."

"Master."

The two lowered their heads because they did something wrong and generally dare not look at him.

The monk of Luoxia Temple also looked at him for a while, feeling guilty and speechless.

"What's going on?" Xuanqing stopped Wu Xin from speaking, and looked at the people in Luoxia Temple, his long eyebrows slightly lowered.

Several people pushed and shoved, and in the end it was the little monk who muttered, "These two little monks from Qingchan Temple ate vegetarian food and were caught by us..."

Unintentionally, he almost blurted out the word "fart", but he was worried about Xuanqing's presence, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Obviously it's you! We came all the way to receive the invitation, and it's fine if there is no big monk to meet us. You don’t even eat vegetarian meals, and you call us thieves even if we cook some porridge ourselves!”

Xuanqing felt helpless, he could probably guess the ins and outs of the matter, although Luoxia Temple's way of treating guests would make people laugh, but it is true that you should not use other people's things without intention.

He took some ointment and rubbed it on Wuxin Wuku, and said: "Buddhist disciples must refrain from anger and anger, and take food without authorization. You two go back and copy the Qingxin Sutra again."

"...Yes." Wuku and Wuxin could naturally see the distress in Xuanqing's eyes when he applied the medicine on them, so even if they were taught a lesson, they only felt guilty and uneasy because they caused trouble again.

After Xuanqing applied the medicine and punished his disciple properly, he looked to the other side.Under his pressure, those few people did not dare to leave and swallowed unconsciously.

At this time, Xuanqing opened the halo of compassion to the extreme, and the dazzling Buddha light around him made these people feel ashamed and dare not look at him at all.

"The Buddha said, the heart has something to live in, and everything is not to live in. It should have nothing to live in, and its heart should be born." Xuanqing looked at them with cold eyebrows, "If a person's heart is always prejudiced and jealous, then you will be Will become such a person, how can I transcend things and practice better?"

With the blessing of the Buddha's heart, they felt that every word of his was like the truth, and every single word was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.

Such a pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything made all their small thoughts have nowhere to hide in front of him.For a moment, I only felt guilty, and even felt a little sad to see the disappointment in those eyes.

A few people were at a loss and flustered, not knowing what to say to explain, and directly admitted their mistake, "Master, we are just...we are wrong..."

"Amitabha." Xuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, twirled the beads and looked at them, his eyes shining like stars, "As monks, you should always cultivate compassion and not be obsessed with comparing with external objects, do you understand?"

"Master, we understand." Several people nodded repeatedly.He is obviously not much older than them, but he is like a teacher who teaches earnestly, which makes people unconsciously feel reverence in their hearts.

Xuan Qing's brows stretched slightly, "That's good. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There's nothing good about it. You should copy the scriptures when you go back."

"What the master said is true." Several people responded with guilt and apology.

Only the little monk was slightly unconvinced, raised his head and said, "You are not from Luoxia Temple, why should you punish us?"

Xuan Qing was stunned, then looked at him with a slight smile, "Do you think copying scriptures is a punishment?"

Seeing the other party pursed his lips in acquiescence, Xuanqing sighed slightly, and said softly: "The Buddhist scriptures are pure in heart, you are still young, and memorizing the Buddhist scriptures can help you get rid of karma, and use the correct view of Buddhism to get rid of prejudice."

At this time, there was a smile on his lips, and there was light in his eyes. He looked so much like the Buddha who saved all living beings in the Buddhist scriptures, which made the little monk speechless for a moment.

Xuan Qing secretly sighed that the aura of compassion is really useful!Wear it, you are the most beautiful Buddha boy!

at this time--

"well said."

The deep male voice was like melting ice, attracting everyone's attention.

The young monk not far away looked about 26 or [-] years old, with cold and arrogant eyes like Ling Xuehanmei.He was wearing a tea-brown monk's robe with a red cassock, and the jade cassock ring glistened in the sun.