world festival

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After Shen Liniang finished speaking, the breathing of the two men in the tent immediately became heavy, and after a while of silence, Lu Fang burst out laughing: "Okay, Liniang is indeed not an ordinary woman, it's her own fault to use a document to deceive you." It's humiliating, Fo'er, you removed the shackles for Miss Shen, and set up a tent for her in the back camp, just to entertain her."

When Wang Foer sent Shen Liniang back, Lu Fang ordered: "Let all the soldiers be on guard in the camp, kill pigs and sheep at noon today, and enjoy the soldiers. You send someone to watch Fenglindu carefully and wait for the signal. There will be smoke in the daytime." , with fire at night. Once there is a change, cross the river immediately." Wang Fo'er led the order in a deep voice and left.

On the east coast of Zhejiang Province, Yongxing County, in the abbot's Zen room of Guiyuan Temple, four monks were sitting around a group, their oily heads shone with candlelight, and the reflection was like a few light bulbs, making the room brighter.A large cauldron was steaming and misty, and what rolled in the water were large pieces of meat and mushrooms.He was an acquaintance sitting in the main seat, and it was empty, and I saw him smiling: "Everyone guarding Fenglindu, resisting Huainan thieves, and protecting the Dharma, you have worked hard these few days. I was beaten and killed by the sojourners next door, so I invite you all to come over and perform the tooth-beating sacrifice, all the sins fall on a certain person, please feel free to enjoy it.”

The spirit that was born in the sky is flying, and the words are given. At this time, the flattery is flattering, and the hand is stretched out.Those few monks were middle and lower rank officers who came to help the monks, they were either Liao Kong's brothers and sisters of the same generation, or the leaders of monks from other monasteries in Hangzhou.When the dynasty was founded, [-] monks from Luoyang Shaolin Temple attacked Wang Shichong from Taizong and made great achievements.The martial arts practitioners were physically exhausted, and it was difficult for vegetarians to provide enough nutrition, so Emperor Taizong prescribed the wine and meat precepts for the monks in Shaolin Temple, so the monks in the temples of this dynasty did not strictly observe the precept of meat and fish.In addition, these days, they have been stationed in the wild by the river, where they are more comfortable than living in a temple, and the birds have already faded out of their mouths. Seeing Kong's hospitality, they all started eating and drinking.

Liao Kong took out a jar from the side, opened the seal casually, and immediately the meditation room was filled with the aroma of wine. He poured a bowl full for the person next to him. The wine was amber in color, transparent and clear, and it was actually the best Jiangnan famous wine, Nur Hong.The person next to Liaokong, named Liaochen, is Liaokong's senior brother, he is the head monk in Lingyin Temple, he is very good at horizontal kungfu, he is a good wine drinker, he is usually unheard of in Hangzhou city. I don't like drinking, I have been stationed in Xiling for the past ten days, and I am afraid that half of the wine worms in my stomach will starve to death. Seeing this kind of fine wine, I immediately threw my chopsticks in my hand, grabbed it and drank a full mouthful, as if A very thirsty person sees clear water, and the second sip is much less, and he does not swallow it immediately, but just holds it in his mouth, closes his eyes and savors carefully. After a long time, he exhales and sighs: "It's so refreshing." Senior brother Liaokong’s daughter’s red must have been aged for fifteen years. It’s really mellow, sweet and fresh, with endless aftertaste. This wine is a mixture of six flavors: sweet, sour, bitter, pungent, fresh, and astringent. The layers are distinct, and people drink it like a fairy, it really is a good wine."

The rest of the people in the seat were mostly wine drinkers, seeing Chen's expression, they ignored the Buddhist precepts long ago, clamored for wine, and filled them up one by one with a smile.At this time, a monk next to him said: "Uncle Kong, wine and meat are the great Buddhist precepts. We can also say that eating meat is to resist the bandits in Huainan, and we need physical strength to fight and protect the temple. This wine can't be justified. It can mess up sex. He is a monk, how can he act recklessly because of this." The monk who spoke was still young, only about twenty, with a handsome face, but his cheekbones were slightly protruding, his expression was haughty, and he seemed a bit unapproachable.

The words of the young monk seemed like a basin of cold water was poured down, and the atmosphere in the meditation room suddenly cooled down. Everyone was holding wine bowls to drink, but they refused to drink but were reluctant to part with it. It was very embarrassing, and Liao Chen, who was drinking to his heart's content, wanted to refute A few words, but I don't know how to say them.It turned out that this young monk was not someone else, but Zhishen, the illegitimate son of Fan who was in charge of Lingyin Temple. He was raised in the temple and loved very much on weekdays.