Chapter 965: Bring My Son

"Benefactor Liang, Benefactor Liang?" The little novice monk put his palms together and called out softly, "Where should the vegetarian meal be placed?"

The twilight was orange-red, and the ten thousand miles of white clouds were paved flat and flowing, like a layer of fluffy cotton-padded jacket. Little novice monks around ten years old lined up in small teams, carrying large food boxes in both hands, exhaling mist.

Liang Qu, who came out from Abbot Master Di Xian's place and fell into thought, lowered his head.

The little novice monk took a breath and introduced.

"Today's vegetarian meal came from the hands of Great Master Master Shi Feng. Great Master Master Shi Feng is over a hundred years old and rarely lights the stove himself.

Most of the time, his disciples do it for him. I don't know why he suddenly had the interest. The Abbot specifically ordered us to send five portions, enough for fifteen people to eat together. It just came out of the pot, it's warm."

Liang Qu gave up his position: "Go in and put it in the hall."

"Okay."

The little novice monks filed in, and Liang Qu grabbed a "fish tail."

"Have you eaten?"

The little novice monk shook his head: "Benefactor Liang, I haven't started practicing yet, so I don't need 'medicine stone'."

In the past, the Buddha established that monks should eat only once at noon and not eat after noon. However, adult monks had to farm and eat by themselves. Even if they didn't practice martial arts,

the amount of labor was not small, so there was a tradition of dinner, called "medicine stone." Medicine stone is mostly porridge, also called "evening porridge."

If practicing martial arts, there are activities all day long, alternating between meditation and running incense, and the physical exertion is huge, so it is not strange to eat four or five times a day.

It's just that for children who have not yet grown up and entered puberty, this habit has been preserved.

Liang Qu smiled: "Hungry, right?"

The little novice monk was shy.

It doesn't matter on weekdays, eating several meals a day, after getting used to it, there won't be too much of a problem. Only when the scripture-lecturing Dharma assembly is held in May, it is inevitable to be busy, and once physical strength is consumed, it is easy to be hungry.

"Call your friends and sit down to eat together."

The little novice monk swallowed his saliva and shook his head firmly again: "How can that be? First, it breaks the rules, and second, Great Master Master Shi Feng's vegetarian meal is hard to come by. Without any merit, how can I—"

"I am the Ninth Buddha. I say you can eat, so you can eat."

Pushing and rubbing the person into the room.

Liang Qu stepped on the threshold, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the sky, watched the sunset sink into the cloud sea, and laughed dumbly.

"What are you giggling at at the door?" White boots stepped into his field of vision, and Long Long Eying leaned against the shadow wall.

"Waiting for me specifically?"

"Who is waiting for you? The scripture lecture ended, and seeing you go find the Great Master, I felt something was up. How about it, did you invite him?"

"Invited." Liang Qu held her jade hand and entered the room together. "The Hanging Temple also agreed."

"The method of the Dream White Fire?"

"No, we were too clever for our own good."

"It's you who were too clever for your own good."

"Hmm, it's me."

Inviting the old monk, he and Su Guishan both thought it was arduous and difficult.

In the end.

It was all talk.

Just too clever for our own good.

"Master, Senior Brothers, Senior Sister, eat!" Liang Qu shouted, "Long Yao, call people, Third Prince, get bowls and chopsticks to serve rice."

There were five more buried little bald heads at the dinner table. Busy all day, with empty stomachs, they didn't care about the rules and regulations, eating with oily mouths. Tatta Kai brought the cooked firewood rice to the table.

Dong!

The cloud board outside the house knocked.

The little novice monk serving rice was startled.

The cloud board is a reporting instrument used to gather the crowd. Without waiting for everyone to greet, the little monk hurriedly put down his bowls and chopsticks and went out.

When they came back, the five people looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Xiang Zhangsong asked, "Little Master, what happened outside?"

The little novice monk said sadly: "Benefactor Liang, Great Master Master Shi Feng has passed away."

Everyone was stunned.

Looking at the food on the table again, they couldn't help but feel sad.

No one had ever seen Great Master Master Shi Feng, and they didn't feel that the so-called vegetarian meal was delicious. The salt in the two dishes was heavy,

not even as good as the one Tatta Kai adjusted. It was just a sadness for the death itself.

"The world is impermanent."

"Eat, eat, eat more today, don't leave the soup."

Liang Qu greeted everyone, picked up his own tray, and poured the remaining vegetable juice into the bowl to mix with the rice.

Bowls and chopsticks touched again.

Clean and tidy.

If the major event is not clear, it is like mourning; if the major event is clear, it is like mourning.

The scripture-lecturing Dharma assembly was postponed for one day, and everything else returned to normal, not being too affected.

Perfected Forms live for three hundred years, and Heavenly Dragons live for eight hundred.

People will always die.

In a Buddhist holy land, there are countless high monks.

Everyone came for a month, and it is normal to encounter those of advanced age passing away.

Liang Qu has grown for more than seven years.

Seven years is not short.

He grew from a teenager to a young man, from a fisherman to an Earl of Baron Xingyi, and the same time was added to everyone around him.

Not to mention the distant ones.

Several of the dozen or so village elders in Yixing Town have passed away. At that time, he specifically asked Fan Xing to send white gifts.

Chen Chen Zhaoan, who was seventy-two and walked steadily with wind, is now nearly eighty. He should have a big birthday this year. The sandalwood cane he once held was majestic, a symbol of the village elder's authority, but now it has really become an aid for walking, which really makes people worry about how many more river god sacrifices he can preside over.

Chen Qingjiang's father, when speaking, began to have endless phlegm in his throat. When they met, he had to clear his phlegm before he could speak.

The generation that witnessed his rise could still crack a joke or two when they met, but in a few decades, Yixing Town was full of newcomers who had heard Liang Qu's legends since birth. What kind of scene would it be then?

Time does not stay, and the seasons flow like a stream.

Life day by day, there was not much feeling, but when looking back at a certain day or thing, he understood that a long time had passed.

The sun was getting higher.

When they arrived, the snow on the eaves could cover the entire slope. If they didn't sweep the floor, it would cover the entire courtyard. As the Dharma assembly neared its end, the white cotton quilt in the center of the courtyard could almost not cover it.

Unknowingly.

Summer has arrived.

The lush Bodhi tree, the little novice monk serving tea no longer wears a cotton robe, only wearing two cotton clothes inside.

Clatter.

The emerald tea leaves turned and floated in the boiling water.

The old monk closed the booklet.

"Do no evil, practice all good, purify your own mind, this is the teaching of all Buddhas. Everyone, do you still have questions in your heart? If not, the scripture-lecturing Dharma assembly will end here."

"Immeasurable Life Buddha."

Daoist Priest Ge of the Louguan Terrace performed the ceremony.

Afterwards, all sects and factions stood up to perform the ceremony.

Originally scheduled for twenty-one days, it actually lasted thirty-two days. The Dharma assembly, which was held from the end of the fourth month to the fifth month, ended completely.

There was no clamor, no excitement, like a sunny afternoon, with cicadas chirping outside the window, and people with nothing to do waking up full of spirit.

"Caught off guard."

"It's over just like that?"

The people in the back row all stretched their waists and bones, feeling "liberated from the sea of suffering." Those who had insights tasted a pot of fragrant tea, all with an unfinished feeling on their faces.

Even those who were not proficient in Buddhist scriptures had a few more understandings after a month of cultivation.

"Master Huai Kong!"

"Benefactor Liang."

"Our sect is planning to stay in Datong Prefecture for two days. You pack your things and come back to Pingyang with me first."

"Back to Pingyang?" Master Huai Kong was puzzled.

Liang Qu had to go back to Pingyang before going to the Great Snow Mountain. He knew about this, but the interval was not a few days, or ten-plus days. He could wait for the treasure boat to come back and take him along the way.

"Dream White Fire!" Liang Qu wrapped his arms around Master Huai Kong's shoulders. "Abbot Master Di Xian is generous and bought you a spot. The money was all given to me, so you have to go back with me first."

"Amitabha." Master Huai Kong understood. "This little monk will pack his luggage."

"Waiting for you."

"Benefactor Liang!"

A white tiger leaped out.

"White Tiger King?" The two stopped their steps. Liang Qu looked around, not knowing where this tigress popped out from. "What is the White Tiger King's business?"

"Take my son with you on this trip." ===== CHAPTER 966 =====

"Take my son on this trip."