Chapter 3682

The old monk proudly said, "This old man's master said that the title is a mark. No matter what the title is, it's fine as long as others know it.

Even if it's Buddha, this old man should praise Amitabha. It's normal for this old man to call him Buddha. At the very least, this old man doesn't open his mouth. It's not wrong for this old man to say it in his heart!

But the precepts of Buddhism are that this old monk is fundamentally different from the old farmer. Only by abiding by these rules can this old man be a monk. Otherwise, this old man isn't a monk! "

"Namo Maitreya Buddha!"

Xiao Hua couldn't help but recite the name of Buddha. He nodded and said, "Old master is right. This young man is a bit stubborn."

"Oh?"

The old monk naturally couldn't hear the difference, but Fairy Jing was a bit stunned. She looked at Xiao Hua strangely. She had never heard the name of "Namo Maitreya Buddha" before.

"Young master, what do you want to ask?"

The old monk regretfully raised his finger and sniffed deeply a few times. He lifted his hand and pulled out a few blades of grass from the ground. While speaking, he put the roots in front of his yellowed teeth and chewed. Strands of grass green juice seeped out from the roots, emitting a wave of fragrance.

Xiao Hua looked at the old monk's somewhat familiar actions and said with a smile, "This young man has been to many places and seen many monks.

Those monks are different from old master. They wear clean monk robes and kasayas. They hold wooden fish and prayer beads. The most important thing is that they hold bags. They don't farm. They beg alms every day and ask people to give them alms.

So when I saw old master, this young man felt very strange. Could it be that the monks of Dan Liang are different from other places? "

The old monk scratched his head and said with a bitter smile, "Young master, you've stumped this old man.

In the past, this old man had never seen any monks. Later, Chenghui Temple appeared in Centipede Ridge and then there were monks in Chenghui Temple. Since the day this old man saw monks, monks have to farm. This old man has never seen a monk who doesn't work. This old man can't answer you. "

Xiao Hua thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Master Chonghong, it's fine if you don't know. In a while, this young man will pay a visit to Chenghui Temple's abbot and ask.

Then can master tell this young man why you didn't live a good life and insist on becoming a monk? "

"Why are we having such peaceful days?"

The old monk Chong Hong blinked his eyes, looked at Xiao Hua and said, "Little Gongzi, which eyes of yours saw that this old man was living a good life before?

What's wrong with me becoming a monk? "

Xiao Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's still my fault. I've always felt that monks who leave home in the temple are all lonely lamps and shadows. It's very boring. Chanting sutras every day is tiring, and there are so many rules and precepts. How can it compare to being outside the temple?"

"Haha, that's what the Young Master and Young Lady think."

The old monk Chong Hong said with a smile, "Young Master has a wife to warm his bed. Naturally, he doesn't need to become a monk.

But I'm different … "

Fairy Jing couldn't help but blush and lower her head.

She really didn't understand why Xiao Hua was so interested in such a vulgar old farmer!

Chong Hong then explained the reason why he wanted to become a monk.

The old monk's experience could be considered complicated. When he was young, he was considered a good laborer in the village. However, his family was poor and he couldn't find a wife. Later on, a woman from another country who fled to the Chaliang country passed by and stayed in his home.

However, later on, there was war at the border of the Chaliang country. This area became the territory of another country. The people in the village were either killed or fled. The old monk's family was separated during the flight. When the old monk returned, everything had changed. In order to wait for his lost family, the old monk stayed in the village.

His family didn't come, but time came.

Although the old monk could farm and make a living, it wasn't easy to live alone. If he married again, he would be too old and wouldn't be easy to find.

Helpless, the old monk found the Chenghui Temple in Centipede Ridge and donated his paddy field to the temple. He even shaved his head and became a monk. Every day, he ate and drank in the temple and farmed the temple's fields. His daily life was taken care of by the young monks of the temple. It was much better than before.

Hearing Chong Hong's words, Xiao Hua frowned. It wasn't right to say that the Chenghui Temple took over the villagers' fields and turned it into their private property. After all, Chong Hong volunteered. Moreover, Chong Hong said very clearly that there were many other old monks who were in a similar situation. These old monks all volunteered to donate their fields to the temple.

Chong Hong and the other old monks were not able to grow all of these crops by themselves, but there were strong and healthy young monks in the temple. Usually, these old monks could not eat meat or fish, but they did not lack any other vegetables. They even had some silver and copper coins distributed to them.

Not only that, there were monks in the Chenghui Temple urging Chong Hong and the other old monks to chant sutras every day. Even if these old monks couldn't read, the monks would recite the sutras line by line and let these old monks chant along. The monks' usual homework was also necessary. Of course, the time for this homework might be much less than in ordinary temples.

When Xiao Hua heard the old monk Chong Hong talk about Chenghui Temple, not only were there old monks like them, there were also some orphans who had been acolytes since they were young. Normally, the poor people around Centipede Ridge and those who had difficulties would come to Chenghui Temple to find a monk to solve their problems.

Xiao Hua couldn't help but turn to look at Fairy Jing and whisper, "The old are taken care of, the young are taught, the poor have support, the widows, widows, lonely, and disabled are all taken care of?"

Although Fairy Jing wasn't a Confucian cultivator, she was in charge of a country and had heard of this. She nodded slightly, "You're right. The state teacher of the Single Liang Country … isn't simple!"

"Yes, after hearing Master Chong Hong's words, I have an urge to meet this Buddhist state teacher."

Xiao Hua said with a smile. He then asked Old Monk Chong Hong, "Old Master, do you know Xiao Jian?"

"Xiao Jian?" The old monk was stunned and shook his head slightly, "Which village is he from?"

"Haha, Xiao Jian isn't a young man. He's the previous king of your Single Liang Country …" Xiao Hua smiled and explained, "Do you know this person?"

"So the person who gave birth to a son without a d * ck is called Xiao Jian!" Chong Hong gnashed his teeth and shouted, "Of course I know this person!

If this person didn't lose a cockfight, how could my village be seized by the neighboring country?

If the neighboring country's soldiers didn't come, how could my home … be gone?

So … so this damn son of a b * tch is called Xiao Jian!

He's really despicable!

Damn it, I can't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood … "

"Namo Maitreya Buddha!" Xiao Hua hurriedly said, "Master, you've broken too many rules today. Be careful not to anger Buddha."

"Hmph, even if Buddha is angry, I'll still scold him!"

When the old monk Chong Hong heard this, he was furious. "My Dan Liang country used to be so good. When I was young, the whole village and the surrounding villages were very good. But because of this bastard who gave birth to a son without a d * ck, the villagers around Centipede Ridge were ruined.

Sigh, if it wasn't for the monks of Chenghui Temple, I don't know what would happen now! "

"Oh!"

Hearing that, Xiao Hua's heart moved and he suddenly asked, "Then master, do you know who the king of Single Liang Country is now?"

"I don't care who it is!"

Chong Hong waved his hand angrily and said, "They beat me and I beat you. It has nothing to do with me. I just want to live my life."

"Haha, then there haven't been any wars in the past ten years, right?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"Of course not!" Chong Hong smiled and said, "With Buddha in my Single Liang Country, how could there be wars?"

"That makes sense!"

Xiao Hua smiled and stood up, saying, "Master Chong Hong, do you have time to bring me to visit the abbot of Chenghui Temple?"

"Of course, of course …" Chong Hong hurriedly stood up and raised his right hand habitually to knock on the stone below him. Unfortunately, he knocked on empty air this time.

The old monk was a little embarrassed and said with a smile, "Sigh, it's a habit of many years. It's not easy to change!

But master said it well, as long as you have Buddha in your heart, all habits can be changed. "

"Probably!

Of course, it's also because of Buddha's blessings. "Xiao Hua replied with a smile.

"Let's go, young master, please follow me to Centipede Ridge. The abbot of Chenghui Temple likes knowledgeable people the most. I remember that many scholars came to the temple in the past."

Although the old monk, Chong Hong, was not young, he walked as if he was flying. He walked very quickly on the mountain path, talking as he walked.

Although Centipede Ridge was called a mountain, it should be called a ridge. It wasn't high, but the ridge was quite big and extended for a long time. It was like a centipede with many hillsides.

In addition to the common trees on Centipede Ridge, there were also many fruit trees. These fruit trees formed a forest.

Where there were no fruit trees, sometimes there were melon gardens, sometimes there were wheat fields, and occasionally there were rows of bean sprouts.

There were also some monks in these places. Some were old, some were young, and some were guarded by bald novice monks.

These monks, like Chong Hong, all had smiles on their faces. Perhaps they couldn't say Amitabha, or perhaps they didn't have clean monk robes, but when they saw Xiao Hua and Fairy Jing, they all put their palms together and smiled as they saluted, making Xiao Hua happy.

"Chong Hong …" Not far away, there was an enormous temple that covered the entire mountain ridge. Large and small monks' residences were covered in green cypress trees. A somewhat rough voice came from the mountain path, "Why didn't you work in the fields and come back?

Are you hungry? "

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked over. He saw a thin and small middle-aged monk wearing a moon-white monk robe. The robe looked extremely shabby, but the shabbiness of the monk's robe paled in comparison to the monk's distressed expression.

"Master …" Chong Hong saw this person and immediately stopped. He put his palms together and said respectfully, "Disciple was just working in the fields and happened to meet these two benefactors looking for Chenghui Temple. Disciple was afraid that they would find the wrong place, so I brought them here."