Deep in the backyard of Guocheng Temple, the quiet Zen room outside is covered with winter snow. There is a small mud stove inside. Taro is boiled in the pot, exuding a faint food fragrance.

The Zen master sat on the couch and was reading a book under the oil lamp.

He held two volumes of books, one was the collection of poems of the late emperor and the other was the food list of half a garden.

I don’t know how he could watch two books with completely different contents at the same time, nor why he still needs lighting.

Zenzi suddenly felt something and looked up at the oil lamp.

The next moment, the oil lamp was cut to perfection, and a slight lamp suddenly burst out from the short and long twist.

Although it is subtle, it is still beautiful and touching.

"The goddess scatters flowers?"

Zenzi was in a slight mood and thought, was it that the uncle who came out of the pagoda to preach to his disciples?

He has a very high seniority in Zen Buddhism. Not to mention Guocheng Temple, even if he looks at the 72 ancient temples in Chaotian Continent, there are only a few who are qualified to be his uncles.

He suddenly thought of the letter Zhao Layue wrote, and he sensed that it should be the direction of the vegetable garden. His expression changed slightly and he summoned the monk from the sea to the meditation room.

In Guocheng Temple, the only leader of the Law Hall, Duhai Monk, knew Liu Shisui's origin.

"You go to the vegetable garden for a look..."

Zenzi thought for a while and said, "Don't alarm that little guy."

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Liu Shishui walked out of the house and saw Xiaohe standing in the cold wind in a single jacket, staring blankly at the pile of cabbage in the corner of the wall, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that he woke up, Xiaohe said uneasyly: "Yin Fu hasn't come to pick up vegetables for three days."

Liu Shisui asked slightly stunned: "How many days have I been in a state of meditation?"

Xiaohe said: "Three days."

For the great Zen monks, it is normal for a long and short time to enter into meditation.

Liu Shisui was silent.

A few days ago, all his mind was being interpreted, so he didn't pay attention to many things. When he recalled it, he naturally knew that something was wrong.

Even if this is Guocheng Temple, the servants in the kitchen cannot have such profound Buddhist knowledge.

Of course, Yin Fu cannot be a real servile servant, so who is he?

"When I was a child, I often followed my grandma to tell stories about Buddhist scriptures. In those stories, monks often transformed into old women to enlighten the lost people."

Xiaohe said with some uncertainty: "Would that... be the monk in the temple?"

Liu Shisui has also read many similar Buddhist stories, thinking that if this is true, the Zen master would treat him very well, and he was very moved.

To prove this, he left the vegetable garden and went to the temple.

The front yard of Guocheng Temple often interacts with the world, and it is not prohibited to visit. Moreover, the monk who knows that he is a farmer in the vegetable garden, so he naturally does not stop him.

Liu Shishui walked through the numerous halls and came to the kitchen. He found that the place where he was usually hot was very deserted today. He murmured: "What's wrong?"

A fat monk who swept the floor said, "It's New Year today."

Liu Shisui asked slightly stunned: "Does the monk celebrate the New Year?"

The fat monk said angrily: "Of course we are not, but those chefs are going to celebrate the New Year!"

There was a faint sound of firecrackers in the distance outside the temple. It was thought that the tenants were drinking.

Liu Shisui thought that she and Xiaohe had a bad idea, and Yin Fu just went back to celebrate the New Year, so he asked.

The fat monk took a broom and wanted to drive him away, saying, "Go and go! There is no such person here, why are you playing with me?"

Liu Shisui thought it was true.

Thinking of the secret care of the monks of Guocheng Temple, he naturally would not get angry because of the fat monk's rudeness. He smiled and said, "Master, don't be angry."

The fat monk said annoyedly: "If you die, butcher Zhang also has pork, but what about us? We can only eat the leftover steamed buns from last night! How can we not be sad!"

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Back at the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was about to tell Xiaohe that she would celebrate the New Year today and make some delicious food, but she found that she had prepared the dishes.

One plate was the lightest white cabbage leaves, and didn't even put a drop of soy sauce, and only a small plate of spicy fermented tofu next to it.

There is a large bowl with the most greasy braised pork trotters. It should be the best soy sauce. The sugar is also cooked very well, the color is extremely perfect, and it is more delicious.

There is also a pot of pickled cabbage mutton vermicelli soup, yellow and white.

The best one is red oily belly, with dozens of chopped green onion sprinkled on it, which looks extremely attractive.

Liu Shisui likes to eat onions very much, but her favorite food is to eat onions and tofu.

The most delicious and lightest ones for monks are.

The young master had never said this to him, he learned it secretly.

Before living with him, Xiaohe was already a friend, so she naturally knew his preferences. She was not disappointed when she saw him sitting directly in front of the tofu. She carefully rolled up her sleeves and prepared to pick up the entire pig's trotter in the bowl with her hands and chew it happily.

Liu Shisui signaled her to wait a while and turned around and entered the kitchen.

Xiaohe was a little surprised. She raised her hands and didn't know if she should put them down first, or just wait.

After a while, Liu Shishui walked out of the kitchen, put two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and picked up the wine pot and filled the two small cups.

Xiao He understood what he meant, quickly helped to put the chopsticks in order, and asked if he wanted to serve the rice.

Liu Shisui said that they would drink two drinks before eating.

Xiaohe responded, deliberately making the sound clearer and more charming, and wanted to make him feel better.

Then he started eating and drinking. Liu Shishui and Xiaohe picked up food in two bowls from time to time.

After several times, Xiao He finally couldn't help it and asked, "I know this person must be Mr. Yan, then this person..."

Liu Shisui said, "He is the grandson of the Western Prince."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little low.

The two continued to bow their heads and eat.

The house was quiet for a long time.

I don’t know if Mr. Yan and Xi Wangsun had these dishes.

Xiaohe was very flirting with food, and she didn't even hold the pig's trotters in her hands, and she slowly poked them with chopsticks.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, not like the New Year.

She looked up at Liu Shisui, thinking about saying something to make him happy.

During festivals, I will definitely miss my family.

In Xiaohe's opinion, Liu Shisui should have missed Jing Jiu a little and said deliberately: "I don't know how Shenmofeng lived today."

"Well... the young master is still young."

Liu Shisui remembers it very clearly. When he was celebrating the New Year in the village, Jing Jiu felt that everything was very novel.

It was obvious that was his first time in contact with such a thing.

He rarely thinks of Jing Jiu because Jing Jiu must have lived a good life, just like he is not worried about his parents. His parents have always been in good health and have a good meal.

The sound of firecrackers in the distance sounded again, and the night fell.

Liu Shisui remembered the senior master with the pseudonym Yin Fu, and suddenly missed him a little, not knowing when he would be destined to see him again.

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The most remote place in Guocheng Temple Law Hall is a reclining room called Baishan.

Yin San and Xuanyin Ancestor were wearing monk's robes and sat on the cushion. Listening to the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the temple, they looked at each other and felt a little bored.

For some reason, they did not leave Guocheng Temple, but disguised themselves as monks in the temple to hide here.

"I was almost discovered in order to teach him to read the Bible. Why are you doing this?"

Xuanyin Ancestor looked at him and said.

Yin San smiled, but didn't explain anything.

He has suffered from being a good teacher for the rest of his life.

He is the most outstanding teacher in the world of cultivation. He taught three of them with his own hands, but he betrayed him.

He hasn't taught anyone anything for many years, so he can't help but miss it. His reason was defeated by emotion again, so he gave lectures these days.

Or this is the opportunity between Liu Shisui and him.

It is a bit regrettable that the Buddhist scripture that Liu Shisui learned talks about emptiness and color, while what he wants to learn is birth and death.
To be continued...