"Nonsense? Your Buddhist name is Hu Shuo? Hahaha! " Pointing at the embarrassed little monk, Situ Lingli couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Why aren't you called Nonsense? That's not right. He should be eating recklessly! Hahaha, nonsense, this is too funny … "
Unexpectedly, after hearing Situ Lingli's words, Hu Shuo said with a serious expression, "Hu Yan, Hu Shuo, and Hu Chou are all Young Monk's senior brothers."
Hu Shuo's words caused Situ Lingli to burst into laughter again. It seemed like this Hu Shuo was the 'Hu' generation of the Southern Temple.
"It doesn't matter if you're stuttering or stuttering. You're a monk, so you can't hide here and secretly eat roasted meat. This is a violation of the precepts. " Situ Lingli pointed at the roasted chicken on the ground and asked with a smile as she looked at the little monk, Hu Shuo.
"Amitabha, monks are merciful." Hu Shuo bowed to the sky and said, "This chicken died in the wilderness, so how could the Young Monk bear to leave its corpse exposed in the wilderness and let it die without a burial place? As such, the Young Monk could only endure the pain of breaking the precepts and bury him in his stomach, using his stomach as a grave for him to rest in peace. Amitabha. Excellent, excellent. "
Looking at the righteous, sorrowful, and compassionate look on Hu Shuo's face, if Tang Jin and the others had not seen him gorging on the roasted chicken, they might have really been fooled by him and thought he was an eminent monk.
The corner of Situ Lingli's mouth twitched as she slowly said, "Heh, heh heh … Master Hu Shuo, you are truly benevolent."
"The Buddhist scriptures say that the Buddha once cut off his flesh to feed the eagles. That is compassion. The Young Monk is just a little bit away from the Buddha." Hu Shuo raised his right hand and pressed his thumb against the tip of his pinky finger. It was as if Situ Lingli was really praising him.
Hearing this, Situ Lingli rolled her eyes. She had never seen such a thick-skinned person. Tang Jin looked at Hu Shuo with a smile. He felt that Hu Shuo was a very interesting little monk.
"Alright, don't be merciful. We won't report your temple's abbot for you. We're just staying in the Southern Temple for a few days. It has nothing to do with us whether you break the precepts or not." Tang Jin waved his hand and turned around to walk into the courtyard..
Tang Jin and the others were not so bored as to capture this little monk Hu Shuo and hand him over to the South Temple. Whether or not the little monk violated the precepts had nothing to do with Tang Jin and the others. ........................
"Almsgiver, you are the one who is truly merciful." Unexpectedly, after hearing Tang Jin's words, Hu Shuo jogged to Tang Jin's side with a smile. He bowed and said, "Compared to Benefactor, Young Monk's little mercy is nothing. Only someone as merciful as Benefactor can understand Young Monk's mercy … "
Tang Jin couldn't help but shake her head and smile when she saw the little monk Hu Shuo's oily mouth and charming smile. Before he left, he didn't forget to pick up the unfinished roast chicken on the ground. As he carried the roast chicken, he followed beside her.
"Hey! Little Monk, he may be merciful, but am I not merciful too!? "
"Merciful, truly merciful. Miss, you are also a merciful person. Young Monk could tell with a single glance. Miss, you are young and beautiful. You have a pure heart. You are truly one of the best girls in the world! "
"Hehehe, Little Monk, you really know how to talk. How many girls have you met? You call yourself one of the best girls in the world."
"…"
The group of people walked back to the courtyard. Tang Jin asked Xiao Yu to bring out the table from the house and set up the stools. With a wave of his left hand, the originally empty table was filled with food and wine.
These food and wine were all prepared by the imperial chef in the Tang Dynasty's palace before Tang Jin came out. As the space in the storage ring was stagnant, these dishes were still warm and steaming when they were taken out.
Looking at the food and wine on the table, Hu Shuo swallowed hard and said in a daze, "Benefactor, you have great magical powers. You can make this table of food and wine appear just like that. I wonder if Benefactor can teach this to Young Monk? Let Young Monk do his best to carry forward Benefactor's magical powers? "
Right now, Hu Shuo was thinking that if he could learn this, would he still need to secretly roast chicken in the future? If he wanted to eat something, all he needed to do was wave his hand.
Looking at Hu Shuo's eager expression, Tang Jin smiled. After finding a seat, he said, "This isn't some magical power. These are the food and wine that I've been carrying with me. Come, everyone, take a seat. Hu Shuo, take a seat too. It's fate that we met. Let's have a good drink. "
"Fate, fate." Hu Shuo did not stand on ceremony. He found a seat and sat down. He said repeatedly, "We Buddhists pay particular attention to fate. It's fate, it's fate! "
Hu Shuo swallowed his saliva as he looked at the plentiful fish and meat on the table. As he talked about his Buddhist teachings, Tang Jin, Situ Lingli, and the others laughed out loud. This young monk was really something else.
"Haha, let's eat. Stop looking. Come, try this wine. I brought this wine from my home. It's called Drunken Immortal Wine. It's a top-grade wine."
After Tang Jin told him to eat, Hu Shuo did not stand on ceremony. He started eating with both hands. The little monk was still a glutton for wine and meat. After taking the wine from Tang Jin, he did not hesitate and started drinking from the wine pot.
"By the way," Tang Jin suddenly placed his chopsticks on the table after eating two mouthfuls of food. He looked at Hu Shuo and said, "Hu Shuo, why is this temple of yours called the Southern Temple? No matter how you explain it, shouldn't it be called the Western Temple? "
"It must be Namo. It means to convert."
"Definitely not."
"Definitely!"
"Definitely not!"
Before Hu Shuo could answer, Tang Jin and Situ Lingli started arguing.
Hu Shuo raised his head and glanced at the two of them. He shook his head and said with his mouth full of food and wine, "T-Neither."
He swallowed the food and wine in his mouth with difficulty and took a big gulp of wine. When Hu Shuo saw Tang Jin and Situ Lingli looking at him with doubtful gazes, he chuckled and said, "Almsgivers, you're thinking too much. The name of this temple starts from the founder of our Southern Temple. "
"Before our founder became a monk, he was involved in the underworld. It's said that he was a well-known figure in Purple Tortoise City and had three or four underlings under him. Later on, he felt that the underworld wasn't a good place to live. Instead, it was better to do charity work. Hence, he used all his savings to buy a piece of land on the hill and built a temple. Because he was nicknamed Nan Zi when he was in the underworld, he gave the temple the name Nan Temple. However, after being a monk for a few years, he felt that it wasn't a good place to live. Every profession was difficult, so he changed the name to Nan Temple. After it was changed to Nan Temple, there were even fewer incense offerings in this temple. Almsgivers came to burn incense and pray to Buddha because they were in a difficult situation. They came to seek relief, but you were also in a difficult situation. Of course, no almsgivers came. After calming down and reflecting on the pain, the founder changed the name of the temple to Nan Temple. Actually, it doesn't mean anything. It's just a homophone. Amitabha. Good indeed. Almsgivers, you're thinking too much. "
Hu Shuo explained the origins of the Southern Temple to Tang Jin and Situ Lingli as he ate in big mouthfuls of food. Tang Jin and Situ Lingli were dumbfounded.
"Ah?" Situ Lingli looked at the little monk Hu Shuo and said with her mouth agape, "Hu Shuo, you're not spouting nonsense, right? Is this the origin of the Southern Temple? When I first saw it, I felt that the name Nan Temple was quite charming. "
"That's all there is to it." Hu Shuo drank two more cups. Perhaps he had drunk a little too much. He put one foot on his chair and waved his hand as he said, "Don't you see that in the entire temple, only the plaque is still considered new? This temple has never been renovated since it was established. Only the plaque has been changed a few times. Who knows what the abbot and the rest did with the almsgivers' incense offerings? You gave the abbot quite a lot of incense offerings when you came, right? "
"It wasn't much. Just a few crystals, right? How do you know? "
"A few crystals? That's not much? A few black crystals would have been enough. The almsgivers who were rich were arranged to stay in the East Courtyard. The almsgivers who were not rich were arranged to stay in the West Courtyard. Speaking of the West Courtyard's environment? Tsk tsk, they might as well set up a tent and sleep in the wilderness. "
"…"
Everyone looked at each other and did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"I was wondering why I felt that there was something wrong with the abbot when he took the money. So it was because he was happy. Is this still considered Buddhism? " Tang Jin drank a mouthful of wine and shook his head with a wry smile. "Forget it, forget it. We will only be staying here for a few days. After a few days, we will leave too. Who cares?"
"Isn't this temple cheating people of their incense offerings!?" Situ Lingli said indignantly.
"Sigh! Female Almsgiver, you are too stubborn. " Hu Shuo's face was flushed red. His breath reeked of alcohol as he said, "They say that they are seeking liberation and praying to immortals and Buddhas. They are just asking for a peace of mind. Do you really think that Buddha has the time to protect those who are praying to immortals and Buddhas? We are not familiar with Buddha either. "
"If you guys continue like this, this temple will be closed down sooner or later!"
"Then change careers and become Daoist priests. It's not a big deal. Just buy a fake head cover and change the plaque. Change the words on it to 'Nan Guan.' It's all the same work … We are all familiar with it."
"…"
Back to the South Temple's abbot. He held the crystals that Situ Lingli had given him tightly in his hand. With an indifferent expression, he slowly walked back to his room.
After walking into the room and closing the door, the abbot's compassionate and serious expression collapsed. He spread out his excited and sweaty hands, picking up the crystals, and began to put them into his mouth one by one to chew on them.
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