Chapter 97 Puyuan of the Temple

In Chuzhou, Lingshan Temple.

Hongxiu worshipped the Buddha statue in the Daxiong Hall, and the abbot of Puji went to preside over the morning class and led the monks in the temple to recite scriptures.

All the monks suddenly saw Puyuan coming out with a long woman. They lowered their eyebrows and just recited the Buddha's name. They didn't dare to look up. Several of them were very shallow. They couldn't help pointing out and randomly guessing the identity of Hongxiu.

Hongxiu looked in his eyes and was secretly shocked. It seemed that the monk of Lingshan Temple was very different from the Huoyun Temple where he had stayed. Obviously, Buddhism and martial arts were all superior. When Hongxiu passed by enchantingly, most of them did not look straight at it. Obviously, his cultivation was extremely deep, especially Puji's abbot, which was regarded by all sentient beings and looked at him as Hongxiu. When speaking, he has always been so peaceful and solemn, and it seems that he has already reached the state of selflessness.

For good, it has been mixed into the Lingshan Temple. Hongxiu worshipped Buddha and also had the name of a secular disciple. Hongxiu thought about it. It seems that this trick of beauty is not feasible. After seeing the Buddhist masters who came to help from all directions, they will see if there are any old acquaintances or flaws to follow, and wait for the opportunity to ask more. .

Puyuan is a smiling fat monk with a bucket waist. It looks funny to walk with Hongxiu. Hongxiu couldn't help asking, "Puyuanjian Temple, is the fast food in the temple very good? Why do you eat so fat?"

Puyuan didn't think at all and grinned and said, "You will know later. The abbot ordered me to treat you because of a good fast meal. The reason why I eat so fat is that I am broad-hearted and fat. I usually don't want anything and I'm too lazy to do anything. That's it."

Puyuan let Hongxiu into the living room. Only a few little monks were cleaning the courtyard and wiping the table. Hongxiu smiled and said, "I heard that the temple is responsible for all kinds of sundries in the temple. You are the busiest. How do you say you are lazy?"

Puyuan laughed and said, "The girl doesn't know anything. I assign all the specific things to the disciples. If they don't do well, they will be punished. I'm lazy to take care of it. That is, these days, there are more seniors and they are a little busy. Otherwise, I won't get up so early on weekdays."

Smile and coldly suddenly grabbed Hongxiu's hand. Hongxiu was shocked. Could it be that he saw any flaw? Did you see the secret agreement between yourself and the mad knife? To break free, Pu Yuan smiled and said, "The little monk usually likes to look at people's hands. Let me see how the handprints of the famous red-sleeved donor are different from other female donors?"

The heart hanging with red sleeves fell to the ground, and he also smiled and said, "Oh? So the big monk can still look at his palms? I thought it was the talent of Confucianism and Taoism.

Puyuan sighed, "You don't understand this. Sometimes when we go out to become a good person, we can get the best, and sometimes when we meet a sharp and mean person, we have to have a skill. Medical divination always has to be good at it, such as counting eight characters, choosing an auspicious day, selling some plasters of the side houses, not just those rivers. The lake sorcerer Jianghu Langzhong has to do it, and we Yunyou monks also have to do it, so that people are more willing to be vegetarian monks.

Red sleeves smiled and said, "Oh! Can Master Puyuan often go to do things and set off fireworks?

Puyuan said, "Of course, playing cymbars and flaming mouths are my specialty. In this area of Chuzhou, that is, Puyuan of my Lingshan Temple is the leader. Every year on the birthday of the King of Dizang Bodhisattva, even the state government invites our Lingshan Temple."

Jiansi Puyuan's two thick fat hands grabbed the slender jade hands with red sleeves and looked at them. The nails painted with phoenix juice and the red emerald bracelet were really loved. They couldn't touch them, but there were words on their mouths saying, "The palm lines of the red-sleeved donor are really rare. The lines of the main marriage are soft. Peach blossoms are full of luck. No wonder I heard about the name of the red-sleeved donor for a long time. It's really good.

Hongxiu has already seen through Puyuan's mind. It is strange that the little monks in the living room are blind. They don't seem to care that their master is looking at the hands of a female donor, as if they are used to it, which surprises Hongxiu.

Red sleeves simply said sweetly, "The master has a good interpretation. I don't know if Master Puyuan will still meet each other?"

Puyuan's heart fluttered, but he said with a simple smile, "I still know a little bit of face to face. Come and raise your head to show you."

Hongxiu really raised his head and let Puyuan, the temple supervisor, observe carefully. He was neither ashamed nor impatient, but still with a sweet smile. Puyuan clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let alone the appearance of the red sleeve donor's closed moon and shy flowers, your peach blossom eyes alone are enough to make a lot of peach blossoms."

Hongxiu didn't believe: "Master Puyuan, the little woman is a phoenix eye. How can she be a peach blossom eye? The master is far-fetched."

Pu Yuan quickly shook his hand and said, "Where is it? You don't know. The peach blossom eyes on the face refer to the big watery eyes, the beautiful eyes, and the peach blossoms are the most prosperous."

Hongxiu said strangely, "Oh! Today, this is the first time I've heard that watery eyes are even peach blossom eyes, so I must be. Are eyes also the main marriage?

Puyuan said, "That's natural. Not to mention the benefactor's peach blossom eyes are attractive, and they also grow into phoenix eyes, and their eyes are flowing and hopeful. The charm is endless and charming."

Hongxiu knew that he was trying to please her, but it was also the first time in his life that someone was so meticulous and praised her phoenix eyes, and he was also happy. He thanked Puyuan with a smile.

At this time, the little monk Hongben had changed into a new set of green cloth monk clothes and walked into the living room and said, "Uncle Jiansi, the vegetarian meal of the fragrant chef has been prepared, and another one has been sent to Zhang Dahu's house. Don't you know that Sister Hongxiu is eating now?"

When Puyuan saw him come in, he quickly sat upright, stopped looking at the red sleeves, and nodded majestically: "I know, let them bring it up."

Hongxiu secretly accepted that this fat monk did not avoid the suspicion of the monks in the hall and dared to talk and laugh with himself. Why did Hongben stand up as soon as he came?

Hongben retreated. Sure enough, Puyuan returned to the conversation and laughter just now, and began to talk endlessly. Then Hongxiu asked, "Are they all your apprentices?"

Puyuan said, "Yes, these handymen and sweepers in various halls are under my control, as well as those in the fragrant kitchen, and some others are personally disciples who worship me as teachers and teach martial arts by me."

Red sleeves suddenly understood and said with a smile, "Oh! Hongben called you uncle. He must be a disciple of Zen Master Puji, not under your control.

Puyuan smiled and said, "Hongxiu's benefactor is really smart and broken at one point. He and Hongyin's two little disciples are beside the abbot. Naturally, it's inconvenient for me to restrain them, but the two dolls are clumsy. If it weren't for the abbot's face, he would have to think about it when he broke the food box in the morning."