Chapter 89 Beggar Monk

A monk in Jinan, I don't know who it is.

With bare feet and wearing a hundred clothes, he walks in the Furong Hall and Daming Lake every day, chanting scriptures.

The people gave him wine, food, money and rice. The monk did not accept anything. He asked him what he needed, and did not answer.

I haven't seen him eat all day, but he is energetic and always starving.

Someone advised him to say, "If the master doesn't eat meat and wine, he should go to the remote alleys of the mountain village and go to the downtown restaurants all day long. What's the style?" The monk closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and his eyelashes were long and fingered, as if he didn't hear it.

The man talked endlessly, and the monk was annoyed. He said harshly, "It's about to be like this."

After chanting the scriptures, he was willing to leave for a long time. The man followed and asked, "Why is it so fate?" The monk did not answer, and the man was persevering and asked four or five times. The monk was annoyed and said harshly, "The donor's understanding is limited. Can you understand what the monk has done?" After saying that, I took care of myself.

A few days later, someone found the monk lying on the side of the road outside Nancheng, and he remained motionless for three consecutive days.

Residents were worried that he would starve to death and cause trouble for him, so they persuaded the monks to move away as soon as possible.

They all say, "Great monk, as long as you are willing to leave, ask for money, ask for food."

The monk was unmoved, and the people were anxious. They raised their hands and feet one by one, and wanted to carry the monk away and move to another place.

The monk was furious, reached into his arms, took out a short knife, scratched his chest, cut open his abdomen, grabbed his intestines with both hands, threw them on the roadside one by one, and died of breath.

The people reported to the official in shenshen, and the government buried him with a broken mat.

After a night, someone found that the monk's tomb was dug by wild dogs. The grass mat ** was outside, and he stepped on it with his feet. It was empty. When he opened it, the grass swept into a ball. The dust was sealed as before, but the monk's body disappeared.