Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 228: When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and overcame all suffering.
After finishing his meal, Li Si went down the mountain again and bought two jars of wine and some meat. He seldom drank in Qianjialou, but now that his craving for alcohol came back, he drank a little. It was really disrespectful for him to drink and eat meat in a pure Buddhist place, but fortunately the old monk didn't care about him.
At midnight, the tiger girl did not ask the old monk to cook, but went to the kitchen to make a few dishes. It can be seen that she has really learned a lot during this period.
The deceased monk ate something quickly and then sat back in the Buddhist hall to continue beating fish and chanting sutras.
Li Si, taking advantage of the wine, sat in front of the hall with Shu Hunu, eating and chatting, and stayed there until nightfall.
The Tiger girl doesn't like to drink, just a little.
Li Si drank a lot and did not use his internal energy to eliminate the effects of the alcohol, so he was already a little tipsy.
After drinking half of the wine, Shu Hunu got up and left to clean up the dishes, leaving Li Si alone to continue drinking.
"The green hills remain the same, and the bright moon remains in the sky."
"When the wine is gone, the sorrow is gone. It's ridiculous. Tomorrow, there will be worries ."
It was unknown how long he had been drinking, but Li Si sat in the hall, holding an empty bowl and talking nonsense.
The old monk turned around, glanced at the man, shook his head, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Then the tiger girl came over, took a coat and put it on Li Si and said.
"It's late. Go back to the house and don't catch a cold."
Li Si did not refuse. He has always been a good drinker, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't mind getting drunk.
Apart from talking nonsense, he was not likely to cause any trouble even though he was drunk.
"Hmm..." His face was red from being drunk. Li Si put down the bowl, leaned against the railing, and responded drunkenly.
The tiger girl sighed softly, turned around and nodded , then bent over, picked up Li Siheng, and carried him to the backyard.
Maybe it was because of his Qinggong, but the tiger girl felt that Li Si's body was very light, so light that it seemed that he would float away if a gust of wind blew. It was impossible to catch him or touch him.
Li Si was still humming and muttering some incomprehensible nonsense. The tiger girl took him back to the room.
The room was a little dark, with no lights on. Because of the orientation, the moonlight couldn't shine in, only a little lingering halo spread over the window.
The tiger girl put Li Si on the bed. At this time, Li Si suddenly spoke aloud.
"Yanzhi..."
This was the name of his wife in his previous life, Jiang Yanzhi.
Shuhu Nu's hands trembled. She could tell that this was a woman's name.
But she continued to spread the quilt and covered Li Si with it.
Standing beside the bed, she lowered her eyes and looked at Li Si for a long time before she sat down, patted his chest, and responded softly.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Not sure if he could really hear it, a smile appeared on Li Si's face, but his smile was a little dim, with a bit of regret and guilt.
"I'm sorry..." He said so, with deep fatigue in his words.
"It's okay." The tiger girl smiled lightly and responded with her eyes lowered.
"It's my fault. I didn't take good care of my things, so you stole them."
After saying that, she leaned over, gently touched Li Si's forehead with her lips, then stood up and left the room.
Beside the bed, the moonlight was still faint, the evening breeze was blowing, and no one spoke any more.
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The next morning, Li Si got up early. He didn't know why. Although he was drunk yesterday, he felt that he slept very well.
When he had nothing to do, he went to the back mountain, cut some suitable bamboos, and sat in the yard to make a bamboo flute.
The old monk who passed away was sitting under the dead tree in the yard, whose name was unknown whether it was dead or alive, turning the rosary in his hand and silently reciting the Heart Sutra.
Li Si must have been very idle. While drilling a hole in the bamboo in his hand, he asked the old monk with a smile.
"Master Yuanji, what sutras do you usually chant?"
Li Si was a piece of rotten wood, the old monk had said this long ago. After living with the old monk for so many years and being influenced by Buddhist principles every day, he still had no Buddha nature at all, and was even absent-minded about Buddhist things. In the Buddhist scriptures, except for the Rebirth Sutra, there was nothing he could listen to.
Under the old tree, the old monk paused as he was fingering his rosary beads for a long while. Then he opened and answered Li Si.
"The Heart Sutra of the Mahaprajnaparamita."
"Oh, I thought you could recite some more profound scriptures." Li Si sat under the eaves of the yard, lowered his head and blew away the debris on the bamboo and wood. He compared the left and right, and after confirming that it was correct, he continued to drill the next hole with the stick in his hand.
The old monk sighed, thinking that talking about Buddhism with Li Si was a waste of time. He picked up the rosary in his hand again and said lightly.
"There is no such thing as profoundness in Buddhist scriptures. If one's thoughts are clear, one will be enlightened. If one's thoughts are complicated, one will not be enlightened."
He didn't care whether Li Si would listen or not. Anyway, Li Si wouldn't listen if he talked too much.
He knew this child well. He was distracted, depressed, obsessed with the appearance of things, and although he could understand, he was willing to be obsessed with it. He was not a seedling of Buddhism. In other words, Li Si was just an idiot and had no affinity with Buddhism.
I heard that Yuan Nian wanted to bring him to Shaolin Temple. Humph, it's like a fool meeting a foolish monk, or a fool meeting a fool. If all Buddhists are like this, then it's the end of them.
"so."
Li Si responded incoherently and indeed didn't hear anything.
But then, his eyes moved again, and he looked at the deceased monk with a smile and said.
"But isn't this scripture meant to purify the mind and calm the spirit, and to drive away evil spirits? How come, old monk, you are already this old, and you still have distracting thoughts? Tell me quickly, are you attracted to a nun from some family?"
“…”
The old monk didn't say anything, he just felt a blue vein on his forehead seemed to jump. It is undeniable that when it comes to , Li Si has never failed since he was a child.
But a great monk is still a great monk after all. After silently reciting a few sentences of the Heart Sutra, he suppressed his anger and continued to speak to Li Si calmly.
"Let's not talk about that. Speaking of which, Mr. Li, I heard that your martial arts have made some progress recently?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Li Si still kept his head down and fiddled with the bamboo flute, and had not yet sensed the approaching danger.
"Nothing, I just think it's not easy for Mr. Li to have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age."
The old monk said with a smile, his eyes slightly closed, looking like a high-level monk with wide sleeves and a compassionate face.
"Why don't we practice later?"
"Okay." Li Si responded subconsciously.
Then, his hand stopped there, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from his forehead.
At this moment, he seemed to realize what he had just agreed to.
"Gulp." Swallowing his saliva unconsciously, Li Si raised his head stiffly and looked at the old monk.
"Well, what we just said, do we not count it?"
"No."
The old monk uttered a rare proverb, and his smile became even more "kind".
