When the old Taoist priest saw Jiang Xiaoyu smelling the fragrance of fish, he couldn't bear to say, "Master Kongming, have you ever eaten fish when you were a child? Whether it was cooked or smoked?"

"Amitabha! Those who practice Buddha will not be contaminated with the mortal world, and will achieve twice the result with half the effort. I have been obeying the rules and precepts since I was a child, and my Buddha's actions will naturally be more pure." The old monk responded.

"Hahaha... How can we follow the rules when things are impermanent?" The old Taoist priest shook his head and stroked his beard and smiled.

"Amitabha! Qingkong, why are you confused by Taoism and Buddha?" Kong Ming responded with a sigh.

Kong Ming was unhappy, Taoist Qing Kong shook his head and sighed: "It's because I am too talkative."

"It seems like fish meat, does the little monk eat it if he wants to eat it? It's not interesting to be a monk, but it's better to be a Taoist priest. Taoist priests can eat meat, drink alcohol! They can get married." Feng Xier looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and pinched a piece of fish meat, tear apart a piece of shredded meat into her mouth, enjoying the temptation.

Jiang Xiaoyu worked hard to pick up the rice in the bowl. Although the rice in his mouth was sweet, the moon could not resist the temptation of fish, and his saliva stuck to the bottom of the bowl.

Why can't he eat? Jiang Xiaoyu tried his best to control his desires.

"Amitabha! Buddha is Buddha, and Tao is Tao. Although Buddha is originally Tao, Tao is not Buddha. Fishermen, Buddha does not eat meat to respect the equality of sentient beings. Whether it is fish, dragon, insect, tiger, leopard, they all have the right to live in this world, and no one has the right to die.

Only by practicing Buddha without desire can one be born into Buddha lotus and become an immortal.

A clean Buddha emerges from the mud like a lotus without any stain! All things are not invaded, and they will kill evil and avoid giving way." Kong Ming taught in succession.

"Amitabha!" Jiang Xiaoyu put down his bowls and chopsticks and made a noise.

He was full and had no desire for fish! He believed that what the master said was right.

Taoist Qingkong did not interrupt. He seemed to be a poor monk who could not even satisfy his desire to speak and be a Buddhist practitioner! As the master of the young monk, Mingkong naturally had to learn Buddhism and abide by the rules and precepts.

Kong Ming stood up and folded his hands together: "This time I will leave the monk for ten years before I can come out of the mountain. You have a ten-year agreement with me. When that time comes, my naughty disciple will experience the world.

At that time, your and my friends will arrange another game to explore the world!”

"For my grandson, I should do this. Buddha practices the Dharma of Responsibility! The Dharma of Responsibility is naturally only the word "Dharma of Responsibility". Then you and I will observe it calmly." Qing Kong replied with a caress.

"Good, good! Let's go." Kong Ming called his disciple and turned around.

Jiang Xiaoyu stood up and followed Kong Ming! The old Taoist priest Qing Kong and Feng Xier who stepped out of the bamboo house were sent to the yard.

Kong Ming took Jiang Xiaoyu without stopping and walked towards the thatched house at the foot of Qingya Villa! Leave the backs of Taoist Qingkong and Feng Xier gradually drifting away.

An old monk held a little monk, and the old monk held hands and answered the monk's questions again and again and again, asking about the Buddha.

"Jiang Yu'er... I'll see you again in ten years! Xi'er doesn't want you to practice Buddhism..." Feng Xi'er shouted as she looked at Jiang Xiaoyu's back as she was about to disappear.

‘Amitabha…’ The noise of the Kongming Buddha echoed in the air.

The Buddha's name Xia Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't hear Feng Xier's shouting, he just asked: "Master Feng Xier is a woman, is a woman a woman a color? Is this the lust precept that the Buddha said?"

"Yuaner, color is emptiness is color." Kong Ming responded.

At the gate of Qingya Villa, Qingkong looked at Feng Xier and felt distressed! The little monk who "color is emptiness, emptiness is color" was a bad fate that he didn't want to see.

"Oh..." Qing Kong sighed deeply with a stroke of his beard.

The thatched cottages at the foot of the mountain are stretched out, and courtyards are outlined by the courtyard walls made of adobe mud. The mountains and forests are sparsely populated. There is only one family thatched yard outlined by the adobe walls. It can be gathered in more than ten steps, and it is extremely rare in all two or three families.

This is the mountain village house, which stretches through the entire mountain range! Only by setting up a market in every ten miles can you see a lively place.

There is a market five miles below the foot of Yazhi Xiaoyuan, which is the closest trading place to Foyin Mountain! Kong Ming and Xiaoyu stepped on the road to the lively market.

People were rushing, and the hawking sounds were endless! Fruits and vegetables, knitted linen, thick mats, shoes, gold and silver jewelry were all placed on both sides of the streets.

It was already sunset, and there were still endless pedestrians in the market! The wine shop was filled with diners.

"Master Kongming!"

The first old woman selling vegetables that Kong Ming, who had just stepped into the market, met with the first vegetable stall owner, clasped her hands at Kong Ming.

"Amitabha!" Kong Ming responded with his hands folded.

"I just picked cabbage, and I know that Master is here today, I have one! I also have some food for vegetarian food in the evening." The old woman in the vegetable stall picked up a green, fresh cabbage that was not stained with soil and handed it over.

"Thank you, donor! The Buddha's heart seal is ninety-nine and eighty-one steps in the market, and I am in power." Kong Ming reached out to take the clean and fresh cabbage and told me.

"Thank you, Master!" The old woman in the vegetable stall responded with her hands folded, with an unconcealable joy.

The Buddha Heart Seal in the market is where Mingkong sets up medical stalls. The entire street market takes 81 steps from the east and west from the east to the east. It sets up a stall tent with the Buddha Seal Apricot and Yellow Flag, which is where Kong Ming treats the villagers.

Kong Ming is proficient in medical skills and healing villagers for free! But he also does not refuse gifts and alms from villagers.

Kong Ming left the old woman's stall and walked straight forward by all the stalls! The vendors and stall owners would get up and fold their hands to greet him.

Kong Ming kept chanting: "Amitabha!"

Whether it is a hawker stall owner or a villager who goes to market to trade, they will stretch out their Buddha's palm and chant: "Amitabha!" when they meet Kongming, they will stretch out their Buddha's palm and chant: "Amitabha!"

Jiang Xiaoyu followed his master and walked with his hands folded in his arms.

In the eyes of the villagers in the market, this little monk is becoming more and more delicate and cute. From the time when Mingkong first carried the little monk eight years ago, he was still a baby who could only cry.

The stall owners of the villagers here have delivered meals to the young monks! Eight years have passed since infancy to the sensible children now.

Jiang Xiaoyu knew every person here. As long as I can remember, some of them are still here, and some have never been here again.

Jiang Xiaoyu heard from Master that he was a truly clean monk and the disciple closest to Buddha! The Buddha practiced good deeds because the fisherman grew up eating food of all virtues.

Jiang Xiaoyu followed his master into a white tent. There were only two futons made of bamboo, one big and one small, and a pot, and a bunch of dry firewood that Jiang Xiaoyu could not burn since he could remember.

Jiang Xiaoyu put down the basket full of herbs and sat cross-legged with his master, folded his hands and closed his eyes.

At night, the market began to calm down. At this time, villagers were already queuing outside the medical shed! They were all waiting with painful expressions.

"Amitabha……"

An old monk Kong Ming reached out to see a cushion appeared in front of him, and opened his eyes and looked at the first patient in front of him. The old woman who delivered cabbage.
Chapter completed!