As a Taoist monk, Master Dexin must have a very profound level of research on Buddhism.

Today, the master focused on the Lotus Sutra, which lasted for more than an hour without any rest in the middle.

The little monks below couldn't stand it anymore. They had already passed the meal. The big monks had good food, but the little monks had no good food. In addition to the business, they were all doing the work in the temple. They often quarrel when they were hungry before they arrived at the restaurant, let alone being delayed.

Master Dexin obviously heard someone's stomach rumbling. He raised his eyes and glanced at the little guy who was seven or eight years old, and then casually drew a circle in the air. He said to the little guy: "I'll be sure of this thing for you."

The little monk looked confused, and the host gave him what he gave him.

Master Yanji, the eldest disciple of Master Dexin, said with a serious look on his face: "The host is painting a cake for you, but it is not to ask you to fill your hunger, but to make you calm in your heart. The so-called food in your heart means not to hunger, do you understand?"

The little monk was half-knowing, but he knew that the host and the master were talking about profound Zen principles, so he had to understand it even if he didn't understand it, so he pointed his head a little hard.

“Teaching.”

Master Dexin nodded, then slowly stood up, signaling the disciples to rest themselves.

The monk in charge of the kitchen quickly stepped forward and whispered: "The meals are ready. Today, there is the Maoshan old goose that the host likes the most. It was specially bought by his disciples in Maoshan."

"Um."

Master Dexin didn't say anything, but he could see that he was very satisfied. Monks are not close to oil and meat, but the master recently felt that the Buddha had cut his flesh and waited for the eagle. After sitting in meditation for a few days, he suddenly realized that people should not be attached to it.

Only by letting go of everything can you become a true Bodhisattva.

Whether it is oil or meat or vegetarian, it is just food, so why not avoid this or that?

There is Buddha in your heart, and wine and meat penetrate the intestines, which is also a sound of Sanskrit.

“The mutton in Dongxiang is also very good.”

The master said casually, and walked slowly towards the back hall with the help of his disciples. When he walked into the courtyard, he looked at a cloud in the sky. He looked like a dragon on the left and a tiger on the right. He couldn't help but be curious. He stopped and looked for a moment. Then he said to his disciples: "There are dragons and tigers in the sky, and the saints come out. This is the blessing of the heavens from our court and our temple."

Before he finished speaking, a rumbling sound came from everyone's ears, and then something flew straight towards Cishou Tower.

This surprised the disciples who saw him. Could it be that there is really a blessing today?

When I was in a daze, with a "bang", a loud noise came from above the Cishou Tower, and then broken tiles and bricks were splashing down.
Chapter completed!