MTL - Cultivating From Obtaining Experience-Chapter 35 The poor monk advises you not to meddle in your own business

  Chapter 35 The poor monk advises you not to meddle in your own business

   Tickets are eighty. Wang An paid for it.

   Entering the gate of the temple, there is a rather thick bodhi tree in the courtyard, and the temple halls on both sides are antique.

  Perhaps because of this point, there are not many pilgrims in the temple, and there are no monks in sight.

   "A ticket is 80 yuan, which is much easier to earn than opening a martial arts gym." Li Xinzhu said in a low voice.

   "If your Xingyiquan martial arts hall can be preserved for two hundred years, then I'm afraid it will be faster to get money than here." Wang An said with a smile.

   The two walked straight towards the main hall. In front of the main hall was a large incense burner, which was full of incense ash. Next to the incense burner is a merit box.

   "Should we show it?" Li Xinzhu looked at the merit box.

   "Here we come, you have to show it." Wang An took out ten yuan and put it in.

   "You are a bit small, will the Buddha blame you?"

   "According to what you said, the Buddha will have to punish those who have not been released?" Wang An said with a smile. "It's good to have that heart."

  Li Xinzhu thought about it and put twenty yuan in it.

   "Ten yuan more than you."

  Wang An smiled when he heard this.

   Two people entered the main hall, and the statue of Buddha was just on top, and the treasure was solemn.

  The two worshiped Buddha, and Li Hsinchu was still chanting something.

   Coming out of the main hall, the two wandered around the temple and saw a group of monks doing their homework in the Buddhist hall. They were concentrating on chanting sutras. Sanskrit sounds burst out from the room.

   "Do you think these monks know kung fu?" Wang An looked at the monks in the room.

   "What kind of kung fu, the kung fu of chanting scriptures, or the kung fu of cooking."

   "Natural boxing, Buddhist Kung Fu."

   "Here? No, you have to go to Zhongyue Faxing Temple if you want to see Buddhist Kungfu. You came here to experience Buddhist Kungfu?"

   "Come and see, maybe there will be something to gain? Maybe you will meet a figure like a sweeping monk."

   "Still sweeping the floor, have you read too many novels? Let's find their kitchen first. I can smell the aroma of vegetarian food."

  Li Xinzhu's nose twitched a few times, and then followed the scent in the air towards the side hall.

   "Hey, something is wrong, why do I smell a roast chicken?"

   "Want to eat roast chicken?"

   "It's not that I want to eat it, it really has this taste, yes, it tastes like roast chicken, and there is also a smell of cumin."

   "Huh?" Wang An moved his nose a few times, and he also smelled a smell of roast chicken and cumin.

"It really is."

   Following this smell, the two of them saw a monk in a corner at the back of the hall, squatting at the foot of the wall, holding a roast chicken and gnawing on it until his mouth was dripping with oil.

   "Hey, what are you doing!" Li Xinzhu suddenly roared.

  The monk trembled in fright, and threw the roast chicken in his hand into the flower bed beside him. After seeing the two of them clearly, he stood up and clasped his palms together.

   "Amitabha, the two benefactors are good."

   "I didn't expect you, a monk, to hide in a corner and secretly eat roast chicken."

   "What chicken?" The monk asked back.

   "What chicken? J-i chicken, you just ate roast chicken here. You are a monk, so it's okay to eat meat, and you're still lying?"

   "There is a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart. What you see in your eyes is roast chicken, but you don't see roast chicken in your eyes. Donor, you are delusional." The monk said seriously.

   "Damn it, you monk is so good at talking, eating a roast chicken will make you talk about it, it's really like what you said, why hide here and sneak around, go directly to the main hall, and eat it in front of the Buddha.

  The wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sat in his heart. You thought you were Jigong! "

   "Amitabha, the poor monk is telling the truth, the little monk doesn't have roast chicken in his eyes, and besides, what the little monk does is none of your business?"

   "Oh! The monk is quite arrogant, come on, come with me to meet your abbot." Li Xinzhu stretched out his hand to grab the monk.

   "Amitabha, donator, please don't meddle in other people's business, there are even monks who have practiced before." The monk stepped aside and said seriously.

   "Haha, coincidence, I have practiced too! Come on, let's try." Li Xinzhu took a step back, made a fist fight, and then hooked his hands at the monk.

   "My Buddha is merciful, abbot, why are you here?" The monk suddenly looked behind the two of them.

   "Abbot?"

   Li Xinzhu and Wang An turned their heads at the same time, only to find that there was no one behind them. Looking back, the monk had already run four or five meters away.

   Moves swiftly like a rabbit,

   "This monk is really dishonest, full of lies, and runs quite fast!"

   "He has really practiced!" Looking at the figure of the monk, Wang An knew that he had kung fu.

"catch him!"

   Li Xinzhu followed.

   Actually being teased by one person over and over again, he decided to grab the monk and have a good chat with him, and by the way, he took him to the abbot of this temple and said.

  Wang An had no choice but to follow behind him. Not long after the two of them chased out from the side hall, they saw an old monk in his fifties and sixties not far ahead, and stopped him beside the monk who was stealing roast chicken.

   "Junior Brother, why do you look flustered?"

   "Brother Abbot, be careful, those two benefactors are not kind!" The monk who ate the roast chicken turned his head and pointed at Wang An and Li Xinzhu who were following behind him.

   "This monk actually sued the villain first." Li Xinzhu was stunned after hearing this.

   "Why does Junior Brother have a meaty smell?"

   "He just hid in the corner and ate roast chicken secretly." Li Xinzhu shouted upon hearing this.

   "Brother, that chicken flew from a distance, hit a tree, and died. I was saving it." The young monk said seriously.

   "Wo-ri, such a novel statement, monk, are you just waiting on the sidelines?"

   "Amitabha, benefactor, please pay attention to your words. How can you speak filthy words in the pure place of Buddhism?"

   "Monk, are you a double standard?" Li Xinzhu has already started to roll up his sleeves.

   "The poor monk doesn't know what the benefactor means."

   "Come on, let me practice with you."

   "Brother, stand back and let me meet this benefactor." The monk put on a posture.

   "Brother, go and copy Buddhist scriptures." The abbot Zen Master said calmly.

   "Ah, copying again, can you change another method, I vomited last time copying." The young monk looked embarrassed.

  The old monk glared at him.

   "Yes." The monk bowed his head and turned to leave, looking very cute, like a mischievous elementary school student meeting a teacher.

   "Hey, it really is one thing down one thing."

   "It made the two benefactors laugh." The abbot Zen master looked kindly.

   "It's not a joke, it's gaining insight." Li Xinzhu said with a smile.

   "Master, I have some questions to ask."

   "The benefactor, please speak."

  Wang An then said the Buddhist vocabulary that he didn't quite understand in the ancient book he saw. The abbot explained to Wang An one by one.

   "Could the benefactor be practicing Buddhist exercises?"

  "Accessed by accident, not well understood, still unable to get started."

   "Coincidentally, my naughty younger brother has been practicing martial arts in Faxing Temple for many years. You might as well let him come out and explain a few things. The benefactor may gain something, please come with me."

   "Thank you, Master."

  (end of this chapter)