"Donor Liang, donor Liang?" The little shaman clasped his hands together and called softly, "Where is the vegetarian rice?"

The twilight is orange and red, and the white clouds flow down the ground, like a layer of fluffy jacket. Little chauvins around ten years old are lined up in small groups, carrying large food boxes in both hands, urging and spitting out fog.

Liangqu, who was trapped in thought, came out of the abbot of Dixian, bowed his head.

Introduction to the little shaman taking a breath.

"Today's vegetarian meal was written by Master Shi Feng. Master Shi Feng was over 100 years old and rarely got the stove in person.

Most of them were the apprentices who were doing it for some reason. The abbot asked us to send five servings to 15 people. They were just out of the pot and it was warm."

Liang Qu gave up his origin: "Go in and put it in the hall."

"OK."

The little novice monks entered one after another, and Liangqu grabbed a "fish tail".

"Have you eaten?"

The little novice shook his head: "Donor Liang, he has not practiced yet, so the little monk does not use the 'medicine stone'."

In the past, the Buddhist monks ate one meal a day, but did not eat after noon. However, adult monks had no choice but to farm and eat by themselves, even if they did not practice martial arts,

The amount of labor is not small, so there is a tradition of supper, called "Medicinal Stone". Eat more porridge, also known as "Stomach".

If you practice martial arts, you will have activities, meditate, and work hard all day, and your physical strength will be greatly exhausted. It is not uncommon to have four or five meals a day.

However, for children who are underage and enter puberty, this habit remains.

Liang Qufu smiled: "Are you hungry?"

The little novice monk is ashamed.

It doesn’t matter on weekdays, and you will not have too many meals a day. After getting used to it, you will not have too many problems. Only when you come to hold a lecture ceremony in May, you will inevitably be busy and consume a lot of physical strength, which will make you hungry.

"Call your friend and sit down and eat together."

The little shakimi swallowed her saliva and shook her head firmly: "How can that be done? First, it breaks the rules, and second, Master Shifeng's vegetarian meal is rare, it's just for nothing, how can it be done--"

"I am the ninth Buddha, and I say I can eat it if I can eat it."

Push the person into the house.

Liangqu stepped on the threshold, looked at the sky with his hands behind his back, and saw the sunset sinking into the sea of ​​clouds, and laughed silently.

"Why are you smirking at the door?" The white boots stepped into view, and Long Eying leaned against the shadow wall.

"I'm waiting for me?"

"Who is waiting for you? After the lecture is over, I will feel something is wrong when I see you going to look for the master. How about it? Are you please? "

"Please come." Liang Qu took Yu's hand and entered the house together, "Yunkong Temple also agreed."

"How to dream of Baihuo?"

"No, we're smart."

"It's you who are really smart."

"Yeah, it's me."

When asking for the old monk, he and Su Guishan thought it was so difficult and difficult.

in the end.

Say nothing.

Be smart.

"Master, senior brother, senior sister, have a meal!" Liang Qu shouted, "Long Yao, call for someone to go, the third prince, bring the bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice."

There were five extra bald heads buried in the dinner table. They were busy all day, and their belly was empty. They were not careful about the rules and regulations, and they were full of oil. The otters opened and brought the cooked firewood rice to the table.

Dong!

The cloud board outside the house rings.

The little novice monk who served the rice was shocked.

Yunban is a tool for reporting things, which is used to gather people. Without waiting for everyone to greet them, the young monk hurriedly put down his bowls and chopsticks and went out.

When they came back, the five people looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Changsong asked, "Master, what's wrong with it?"

The little shaman said sadly: "Donor Liang, Master Shi Feng has passed away."

Everyone was stunned.

When I looked at the food on the table again, I felt sad unconsciously.

We have never seen Master Shi Feng before. We have never felt that the so-called vegetarian rice is delicious, and both dishes have strong salt flavor.

It is not as accurate as the otter and otters, but only the sorrow of death itself.

"Things of the world are impermanent"

"Eat more today, don't leave any soup."

Liang Qu greeted everyone, picked up the dining plate himself, poured the remaining vegetable juice into a bowl of rice.

Touch the bowls and chopsticks again.

Completely clean.

A major event is not clear, like a mourning test; a major event is clear, like a mourning test.

The preaching meeting was postponed for one day, and everything returned to normal after that, and was not affected too much.

The elephant life is three hundred, and the dragon life is eight hundred.

People will always die.

There are countless monks in the holy land of Buddhism.

It is normal for everyone to come for a month, and it is not until the elderly pass away.

Liangqu has grown up for as many as seven years.

Seven years are not short.

He grew up from a young man to a young man, from a fisherman to Xingyibo, and the same time was added to everyone around him.

Don't say far away.

More than a dozen fellow villagers in Yixing Town had passed away several times. At that time, he asked Fan Xing to send Baipin.

Chen Zhaoan, who is 72 years old, is nearly eighty years old, and is about to celebrate his birthday this year. The sandalwood crutches he once had was majestic and authoritative. Now he has become an assistant for walking, which really makes people worry about him.

How many more river god festivals can be held.

Chen Qingjiang's father started to cough up phlegm in his throat when he spoke. When he met the face, he always had to clear the phlegm before he could speak.

The generation who witnessed his rise could still make a few jokes when they met. After decades, Yixing Town is full of newcomers who were born with the legend of Erliangqu. What will happen then?

Time flies, and the seasons are like flowing.

I don’t have much feelings about my life every day, but I look back on something on a certain day and understand it for a long time.

The sun is getting higher and higher.

When we came, the snow on the eaves could still cover the entire slanted roof without sweeping the floor, and even covering the entire courtyard. As the ceremony was about to end, the white quilt in the center of the courtyard could not be covered.

unconsciously.

Summer is here.

The lush green Bodhi tree, the little novice monk who served tea no longer wore a cotton robe, but only wore two cotton robes inside.

Crazy.

The green tea leaves flip and float in boiling water.

The old monk closed the album.

"Don't do evil, do good, and purify your own mind. This is all Buddhist teachings. Do you have any questions in your mind? If there is nothing, the preaching session will end here."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Taoist Ge from Louguantai held a ceremony.

After that, all sects and sects stood up to salute.

The original twenty-one day, but the actual thirty-two day, the Dharma Assembly from the end of April to May was completely over.

There is no noise or bustle, like a sunny afternoon, cicadas chirping outside the window, and the people who are fine awaken in full spirit.

"Catched off guard."

"Is this over?"

Everyone in the back row stretched their waists, muscles and bones, and suddenly felt "free from the sea of ​​suffering". If someone who understood it, he would taste a pot of fragrant tea, but his face was still unsatisfied.

Even if a person who does not understand Buddhist scriptures will have a little more understanding after a month of cultivation.

"Welcome to the sky!"

"Donor Liang."

"Our master is going to stay in Datong Mansion for two days. You pack up your things and go back to Pingyang with me first."

"Return to Pingyang?" Huaikong was puzzled.

He knew about it when he went to Qianliangqu, Daxue Mountain, but the interval was not a few days, or ten days. Dake waited for the treasure ship to come back and went up the way.

"Dream Baihuo!" Liang Qu hugged Huaikong's shoulders, "Abbot Dixian is generous and bought you a place,

I have given all the money, so you have to go back with me first.”

"Amitabha." Huaikong knew it, "The little monk packed his bags."

"Wait for you."

"Mr. Liang!"

A white tiger jumped out step by step.

"The White Tiger King?" The two stopped and Liang Qu looked around, wondering where the tigress came out. "What's the point of doing with the White Tiger King?"
Chapter completed!