Chapter 965: Bring My Son

"Benefactor Liang, Benefactor Liang?" The little novice monk put his hands together and called softly, "Where should I put the vegetarian meal?"

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

Liang Qu, who had come out of Abbot Master Di Xian's place and was lost in thought, lowered his head.

The little novice monk took a breath and introduced.

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

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

Liang Qu gave way: "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 eat 'medicine stones'."

In the past, the Buddhist system required monks to eat only one meal at noon and no food after noon. However, adult monks farmed and ate by themselves, and even if they didn't practice martial arts,

their workload was not small, so there was a tradition of dinner, called "medicine stones." Medicine stones mostly consisted of porridge, also called "evening porridge."

If they practiced martial arts, they had activities all day, alternating between meditation and running incense, consuming a huge amount of physical strength, so it was not strange to eat four or five times a day.

It was just that for children who had not yet grown up and entered puberty, this habit was still retained.

Liang Qu smiled: "Are you hungry?"

The little novice monk was shy.

It didn't matter on weekdays; eating a few meals a day, after getting used to it, there wouldn't be much of a problem. Only when the scripture-listening assembly was held in May, they couldn't avoid being busy, and their physical strength was consumed, so it was indeed 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: "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 merit, how can I—"

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

He pushed and rubbed the person into the room.

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

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

"Waiting for me specifically?"

"Who's waiting for you? The scripture listening 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 Dream Meng Meng Bai Huo?"

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

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

"Mm, it's me."

He and Su Guishan thought inviting the old monk would be arduous and difficult.

In the end.

It was all for nothing.

Being too clever for one's own good.

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

At the dinner table, there were five little bald heads buried in their bowls. Busy all day, their stomachs were empty, so they didn't care about the precepts. They ate until their mouths were oily, and Otter-Otter brought the cooked firewood rice to the table.

Dong!

The cloud board outside rang.

The little novice monk serving rice was startled.

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

When they came back, the five of them looked sad.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Changsong 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.

They had never met Great Master Master Shi Feng, and they didn't think the so-called vegetarian meal was delicious. The two dishes were both heavy on salt,

not even as good as the ones Otter-Otter adjusted, but they felt a sadness for the death itself.

"The world is impermanent."

"Eat, eat, eat more today, don't leave any 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 clinked again.

Clean as a whistle.

If the major matter is not clear, it's like mourning; if the major matter is clear, it's like mourning.

The scripture-listening assembly was postponed for a day, and everything returned to normal afterward, without being too affected.

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

People will always die.

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

Everyone had been here for a month; it was normal to run into an elderly person passing away.

Liang Qu had grown up for more than seven years.

Seven years is not short.

He grew from a teenager to a young man, from a fisherman to the Earl of 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 had already passed away. At that time, he specifically asked Fan Xing to send white gifts.

Chen Zhaoan, who was seventy-two and walked steadily with the wind, was now nearly eighty. He should have held a big birthday this year. The sandalwood cane he once held was majestic, the authority of a village elder, but now it had truly become an aid for walking, which really made people worry about how many more River God Festivals he could organize.

Chen Qingjiang's father started to have endless phlegm in his throat when he spoke. When they met, he always 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. Decades flashed by, and Yixing Town was full of newcomers who had heard the legends of Liang Qu since birth. What would the scene be like then?

Time does not stay, seasons flow like water.

Living day by day, there was no much feeling, but when looking back at a certain day or thing, one realized a long time had passed.

The sun rose higher.

When they arrived, the snow on the eaves could cover the entire sloping roof. If they didn't sweep the ground, 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 no longer cover it.

Unknowingly.

Summer had arrived.

The lush Bodhi tree, the little novice monk serving tea no longer wore cotton robes, only two cotton jackets 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, are there still questions in your hearts? If not, the scripture-listening assembly ends here."

"Immeasurable Life Buddha."

Daoist Priest Ge of Louguan Terrace performed the ritual.

Afterward, all sects and factions stood up and performed the ritual.

Originally scheduled for twenty-one days, it actually lasted thirty-two days. The Dharma assembly, which ran from the end of April to May, ended completely.

No clamor, no bustle, like a sunny afternoon, 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 "escaped from the sea of suffering." Those who had gained insights sipped fragrant tea, their faces full of lingering interest.

Even those who didn't understand 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 go back to Pingyang with me first."

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

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

"Dream Meng Meng Bai Huo!" 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.

"Bai Hu King?" The two stopped. Liang Qu looked around, not knowing where this tigress had popped out from. "What can I do for you, Bai Hu King?"

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