In addition to the old beggar in ragged clothes, Xu Fengnian saw a delicate figure squatting there. Beside her stood a young Buddhist monk wearing a light red kasaya. Xu Fengnian did not know what the monk said, but the young monk hurriedly ran away.
Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Although there are many Buddhist sects, the rules of wearing kasayas are similar. How can a young monk wear such a color monk robe? This is something that only a preaching monk can wear. Is a young monk qualified to preach the sutras to others? Moreover, shouldn't monks wear a shawl when they go out? Why is that novice monk partial to the right shoulder? "
Because the King of Beiliang's concubine had been a Buddhist all her life, His Royal Highness had naturally been influenced by her and was very clear about the Buddhist rules and etiquette.
Blue Bird corrected him, "That novice monk is partial to the left shoulder."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Where did this young monk come from?"
Hsu Fengnian, who was notorious in Beiliang, had always been very tolerant and kind to monks. Whenever he met them, he would reward them. Generally, most monks would not accept gold or silver, and Hsu Fengnian did not care about it either. As a result, many fortune-tellers in Liangzhou City had changed their profession to become monks. They did not care about deceiving their masters or killing their ancestors. Receiving rewards from His Royal Highness was the right way to go.
Hsu Fengnian suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at a middle-aged Tantric monk who was walking slowly on the road. He was wearing a red kasaya and his face was haggard. When he walked to the foot of the wall and saw the dying old beggar, his face showed pity.
When the young novice monk who did not know the rules rushed to the corner with a basket of steaming buns, he only saw the old beggar's head tilted and he passed away.
The Tantric monk bent down and reached out to hold the old man's hand, chanting sutras for the dead.
The young novice monk handed the steamed buns to the girl who stood up, bowed his head and clasped his palms together.
Hsu Fengnian saw all of this and felt a little emotional.
The two monks, one big and one small, no matter where they came from or where they were going.
Reaching out was Zen.
Lowering one's head is also Zen.
When the sweet potato entered the carriage, Hsu Fengnian suddenly felt that the spiced beef that he drooled over on Mount Wudang was somewhat boring. He put it aside and said softly, "Even though I've obtained the Great Yellow Courtyard of the Wudang Sect's leader, I still prefer more monks. The Two Zen Temples that only comprehend two Dhyans, and the Mount Lantuo that produces ascetic monks in large numbers, are more adorable than Wudang and Longhu."
Hsu Fengnian was about to return to the fu when he accidentally saw the girl's side profile. He was stunned for a moment before his mood improved. He picked up the bag of marinated beef and stood up with a smile. "Sweet Potato and Blue Bird, I'm going to see an acquaintance. You guys go back first."
Hsu Fengnian left the carriage and stood far away. He waited until the Beiliang cavalry had all left before he walked over to the corner of the wall.
Hsu Fengnian was very fond of the girl that he was not very familiar with. Back when he and Old Huang were at their lowest point in their journey to Langye County, they coincidentally met this little girl who had run away from home. She claimed that she wanted to roam Jianghu to become a heroine, and she only had a few scraps of silver and copper left. She was already very pitiful. After a fight with Hsu Fengnian and Old Huang, she generously treated them to a feast of fish and meat. After that, she became completely penniless. The three of them lived in poverty together for a month or so, fooling around and stealing together. It was quite interesting. She was usually the lookout while His Royal Highness and Old Huang took risks. When they escaped, the little girl with two goat horn braids ran like the wind. In the end, she said that she wanted to go to the south to see the sea, so they separated. Hsu Fengnian only knew that her surname was Li, and she liked to call herself Miss Li. If he called her Heroine Li, she would be happy for a few days even if she starved.
Hsu Fengnian slowly walked over. Why was there a little monk beside Heroine Li?
Her house was not a temple, right?
Thinking of this, Hsu Fengnian, who was holding a piece of beef in one hand, held Xiudong in the other.
That Tantric monk was not simple.
As he walked closer, he heard Miss Li's words. She was educating the little novice monk with her hands on her hips. "Stupid Nanbei, how many times have I told you? You can call me Dongdong or Xixi, but you are not allowed to call me Thing! Thing, Thing, Thing, Thing, Doesn't it sound bad? "
The little monk, who was wearing a green and light red kasaya, had red lips and white teeth. He had a very delicate appearance. Even Hsu Fengnian three years ago could see that he had a unique bone structure. The little monk said weakly, "Thing, I think your name is quite nice."
Miss Li, who was no longer wearing her two ponytails, pinched the little monk's ear and said angrily, "Why don't you try calling me that again?"
The little monk did not know how to change his mind. He said blankly, "Thing."
The little girl was mad. She jumped up and knocked the little monk's head, who was taller than her. "Stupid! You are a thousand times, ten thousand times stupider than Hsu Fengnian! "
The corners of Xu Fengnian's mouth curled up.
See, there are still people in this world who have a unique insight.
The little monk said weakly, "Monks do not lie. If I call you Lizi, you will hit me again. "
The little girl asked angrily, "Then let me ask you, can monks like girls? Monks must abstain from lust, do you understand? "
The little monk was not really stupid. He looked at the sky and pretended not to hear anything.
The little girl turned her head and looked at the old beggar who did not get to eat the meat bun. She looked a little depressed.
The little monk said in a low voice, "After buying the meat bun, we have no money. I didn't bring much when I snuck out. You spent money and … "
In the end, he did not dare to say that he was a big spender.
The little girl was angry. She said angrily, "I told you that my father hid his secret stash in the alms bowl under his bed. Don't you know how to steal more? If you are not stupid, then what are you? "
The little monk said guiltily, "If I steal too much, when we go back to the temple, my master will punish me to buy rouge and face powder for your mother."
When the little girl heard the word rouge and face powder, she became interested. She did not care about how he addressed her anymore and looked around.
Seeing her like this, the little monk quickly said, "We really don't have any money."
The little girl sighed in despair.
Hsu Fengnian, who was standing behind them, laughed and said, "Miss Li, do you want rouge and face powder? I will buy it for you. The biggest rouge shop in Liangzhou has the 'Green Swallow Branch' that the imperial concubines use. It's not expensive. I don't even need to spend money to buy it. "
The little girl turned around abruptly and saw that Xu Fengnian was no longer unkempt, wearing a hemp shirt and straw shoes. She didn't recognize him at first. After looking at him for a long time, she jumped up and said in surprise, "Xu Fengnian?!"
Hsu Fengnian picked up the marinated beef and said with a smile, "Isn't it?"
The little girl patted the little lotus's chest and finally felt relieved. She said with a bright smile, "I remember you said you were from Western Liang. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to find you in Liangzhou."
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Don't worry. It will be harder to find me than to find me here."
The little girl did not think too much about it. She was just happy.
When the little monk saw Hsu Fengnian, he did not react. He was just thinking about how to deal with the basket of meat buns. Of course, he could not eat them and Li Zi did not like to eat them.
Hsu Fengnian was just about to take the little girl to the rouge shop that treated him like a wolf, a tiger, or a leopard. Subconsciously, he was about to unsheathe his embroidered winter knife.
The middle-aged monk of Tantric Buddhism took a step forward.
The monk asked with an awkward accent, "You are Hsu Fengnian? The eldest son of the King of Beiliang? "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "You are?"
The monk said calmly, "I come from Mount Nalanda in the Western Region. I want to invite His Royal Highness to Mount Nalanda."
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