Orchard. [a lot of good]-.. -

My name is Guoyuan, a native of Jining, Shandong...... Actually, it's not true. My common name is Gou Leftover, Yellow Dog Leftover. The name in the Ningxiang Army, or the legal name, is Guoyuan.

I'm no longer a monk, I'm a fireman, specializing in cooking for people. As the saying goes, after three years of drought, hunger is not a cook

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Amitabha, I finally ate 'meat', and I don't have to peek at the daughter-in-law next door taking a bath. The army has 'meat' food, and there is a military salary of one yuan per month, and with money, you can go to prostitution generously, although the Buddha I have no interest in that matter now, but the diet of men and women, physiological needs, can not bear it for a few days every month.

I heard from my comrades-in-arms in the army that other armies had no salaries, and the troops in the future would not even have enough to eat. Our Ningxiang army eats 'meat' every three days, and it can even be eaten openly when fighting, and being able to be a soldier here can be regarded as a blessing from the previous life.

The reason why I joined the Ningxiang Army was not because Jiannu invaded Shandong, it was in Chongzhen for more than ten years...... I don't remember clearly, it doesn't matter what year it is, anyway, I was already a great monk at that time, and my sister or aunt also passed away.

On that day, my uncle and I were reciting scriptures in the porcelain Buddhist temple, when suddenly a group of robbers with pigtails broke in and rummaged things everywhere. The monks don't pay much attention to things outside of their bodies, they just take whatever they want. Besides, these barbarians all have bright weapons in their hands, and they can't be provoked.

At that time, my uncle and I were so frightened that we sat cross-legged on the futon, unable to say anything.

Amitabha, these robbers are so rude, they are also poor, they want everything, mosquito nets, clothes, and rice in the jar are taken away, and even the porcelain Buddha in the temple is broken, to see if there is gold and silver hidden in it. Damn, if there was gold and silver hidden in it, what kind of monks would my uncle and I still be, and we would have been blessed a long time ago, and we hadn't even eaten a piece of 'meat' for so many years? The Buddha too, why didn't he take these villains.

However, they smashed the porcelain Buddha, didn't that knock my uncle and me? Without the Buddha statue, what will good men worship in the future? If they don't come, where will our sesame oil money go?

The uncle couldn't stand it anymore, chanted the Buddha, and tried to come forward to theorize. But the thugs were also fierce, and one of them, a thin and small thief, raised his knife and cut the master in two with a single blow. The blood was dripping all over the ground, so much, so red.

Killing my uncle, that little evil ghost is about to kill 'sex', and he picked up the knife and slashed at my head again.

Pity my little monk, who walks very carefully on weekdays, for fear of stepping on ants, how can he resist it. Seeing that he was about to die at their hands, he went to report to the Buddha of the Western Heavens. A thief came in from outside, looked like an official, and shouted: "He Man, you have the same ability, even the monk is killed." The Buddha's 'gate' is also easy to desecrate, so why don't you get out quickly? ”

This saved the life of the little monk

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The little thief looked like he had come out of the Shura Hell, covered in his uncle's blood. But he refused to leave, but took the knife in his hand and stared at the officer viciously, as if he was about to cut the knife at his own officer.

The eyes were green, like a wounded dog. That fierce appearance, Guanyin is on top, the little monk can never forget it for a lifetime, every night, when I think of him, there will be a nameless karmic fire, and I have reduced my cultivation for two years.

The other thieves saw that He Man and the chief were about to have a conflict, so they rushed up and hugged He Man, persuaded the old man for a long time, and then set a fire in the temple and left with a roar.

When they left, I wanted to cry for my uncle lying in a pool of blood, as if I had been stabbed with an awl. A big living person, how can you say that there is no none?

But at this time, I remembered what my uncle once said: A person's 'flesh' body is just a stinky skin, there will always be a day when it will rot, and you have to leave when it is time to go, there is nothing to worry about, and there is no need for relatives to be sad. If I die, you shall not cry, and you shall not shed a single tear.

The fire was blazing, and it hurt so much that it burned on my body. I kept reaching out to join my uncle's body in two, but it was of no use except for the blood on both hands. (Marshmallow)

I couldn't stand the roasting, so I had to run out of the temple. Fortunately, this fire happened to cremate my uncle's bones.

When I got out of the monastery, I saw that the whole land was full of pillars of smoke, but all the inhabitants of the village were on fire, and there were terrible cries and cries everywhere.

Later, I learned that the Jiannu army had arrived in Shandong and was burning and looting everywhere, and even the city of Jinan was surrounded by them.

After sitting outside for a long time, the fire went out the next day, and after digging in the ashes for a long time, he finally found his uncle's bones, and dug a pit by the grave of his mother with his hands, and buried his uncle in it.

It wasn't until he was buried that I remembered if I should do a ritual to overrun his old man's soul. It's a pity that the little monk is not 'fine', but he doesn't know how to do it. I had no choice but to find some suitable sentences in the "Diamond Sutra", what "the heart of the East is not available, the heart of the West is not available, and the heart of the South is not available" and what "should not live in the 'color' of the heart, should not live in the sound and fragrance of the Dharma to give birth to the heart, should be born without the heart of not living."

。 If the mind is dwelling, it is not dwelling. "I read it in a random way.

My heart was so sad that I could barely breathe.

It took another day before there were some 'spirits', the temple had burned down, and I couldn't stay here anymore.

That's when I thought about going home, yes, I haven't been back for many years, and I don't know if my parents and siblings are okay. I don't know if they still remember the little four in the family, the little four who like to run around with a bare butt?

So, he used a stick as a crutch and walked in the right direction. But the more I walked forward along the way, I was afraid in my heart. There were ruins everywhere along the way, and there was not a single living person in sight. Only flocks of crows hovered in the sky and then fell with a thud, pecking at corpses on the roadside and in ditches. Those corpses were all killed by the sword of Jian Nucai, and the corpses of the 'women' were defenseless, apparently suffering greatly before they died.

According to Buddhism, when the road falls, you should dig a pit and bury it, so that the soul of the dead can be buried in the ground.

But I was too hungry to walk, and there were too many corpses to bury. That's it, let him go.

By the time they got home, they were gone, and the whole village had become a pile of rubble, not to mention the living, not even a single crow could be seen. As for the parents and brothers, they don't know where they went, maybe they are all dead.

Strange to say, I don't feel any sadness at the moment. Perhaps, he has been numbed by hunger and the death of the surnames he saw along the way. Up to now, I don't have any relatives who have really become a monk.

I knelt on the ground, pulled three sticks of grass as incense, and bowed to the location of the old house, which was a final farewell to my parents.

There was still no sadness, but tears could not help but welled up.

I will never forget the day I left my hometown with my uncle, the fog was so big, my mother sent me a ride and another degree, I was almost impatient, and I couldn't stop waving her hand to let her go back.

At that time, the poor monk was so naïve that he didn't even have time to take a closer look at his mother and remember her appearance in his heart.

That departure became a farewell.

I don't know how I spent the rest of my life. I walked around in such ignorance, when I was tired, I would stare at the roadside for a while, when I was thirsty, I would drink the water in the ditch on the side of the road, and when I was hungry, I would eat some grass roots, and no matter what it tasted like, I would stuff it directly into my mouth

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Later, the Jiannu army retreated, and I heard that it was defeated by the Ningxiang army, and it was going north along the Grand Canal, passing through the direction of Tianjin Wei and returning to Liaodong, and Shandong ushered in Taiping. It's a pity that Shandong is already dilapidated, and there are displaced people everywhere, all of whom are pouring in one direction.

I also know that it is not a way to 'mess' in the wilderness anymore, and the porcelain Buddha Temple can't go back, so it's better to follow the homeless people and see if you can find a temple that can still get by.

In this way, I entered the territory of Jinan Prefecture. I was going to go into Jinan City to try my luck, there are many temples in the city, and I can give me a place to stand on the left and right. But at this time, Jinan was under martial law, and there were roadblocks set up by the Shandong army everywhere, and there was no road guide, and no one was allowed to go over.

Originally, monks like us don't need a guide, and we can go anywhere in the world by relying on a degree. It's a pity that at this time, I found out that I had been a monk for four years, and I was just a wild monk, and my name was not entered into the register of the Sangha Records Division at all.

So, I stayed in Changqing County with thousands of displaced people, huddled and squatted on the side of the street. I can't advance or retreat, I am so hungry that I see the heavenly 'girl' scattered 'flower', it's so good-looking, as beautiful as the village head Liu's sister-in-law back then.

Really at this time, there was a sudden 'commotion' in the crowd, and everyone shouted: "Go to the West 'Gate', Ningxiang Army is giving porridge!" ”

Hearing that there was something to eat, Xiao Wei didn't care about looking at the 'girl' in the sky, and mentioned the 'spirit' and followed everyone away. When I arrived at the West Gate, I saw that more than a dozen frighteningly large iron pots had been erected in the open space outside, and the refugees waiting to eat porridge lined up in a headless and tailless line, and the little monk hurriedly took out the wooden bowl in his arms and lined it up.

The time to wait for dinner is so difficult that it takes half a day to move, and it doesn't make people nameless and angry.

There happened to be a long case next to the team, and two military men sat behind the case to calculate the money and food. The two of them should not have read any books, and their fingers were so stiff that they couldn't calculate an accurate number for half a day.

So, one of them scolded his mother: "Straight mother thief, Lao Tzu has only been a restaurant for a year, but now he has asked me to be in charge of the room, responsible for the food of more than 100 people." The rules in this army are big, every grain of rice must be 'fine' to the extreme, and if there is one less, the officials will check you as a fool. 'Milk' and 'milk', like a thief. I've done so many things and still been treated like this, and I'm suffocated. Lao Tzu has already applied to the top, and he went directly to the front-line army to become a soldier, and it is not interesting to stay in this place. ”

Another person smiled bitterly: "Lu Huotou, this is the rule in the army, the sky and the earth are big, and the rules are the biggest."

。 As he spoke, he sighed: "Huotou, you are literate and strong, sooner or later you will have to lead the troops to the front-line troops." You're so cool, but you want to leave me here to burn the fire and 'make' dinner, it's really enviable! ”

The fire head surnamed Lu was obviously scratched by another person, and he was happy in his heart, and said in a loud voice: "Settle the account, settle the account." ”

But it's easy to say, but it's hard to do. The two calculated for a long time, but the numbers they came up with were far from the last time.

The two of them were dumbfounded, dialing the abacus beads in their hands, and they didn't know what to do.

The little monk laughed at the side, this is too simple, it's just a simple four-rule operation, you can immediately calculate it at a glance, and you can use an abacus?

Hearing my laughter, one of them shouted, "What are you laughing at? ”

I didn't know what the demon was at the time, so I 'interjected' a sentence: "Seven hundred and sixty-three." ”

Lu Huotou: "What? ”

The little monk stretched out his finger and crackled on the abacus, and said, "This time the porridge should be allocated 763 catties of white rice." After saying that, he took it upon himself to pick up his pen and write the number in the account book.

Lu Huotou's eyes lit up: "Good word, you have read the book." ”

"Read." I nodded.

"What did you do before, how did you get here, where are you going, and who else is at home?"

At that time, I didn't realize that there was something wrong with Lu Huotou asking this sentence, mainly because I was so hungry that my brain was no longer enough. Originally, I wanted to say that I was a monk, but after thinking about it, I don't even have a degree now, and the wild monk is very faceless. He replied that there was a homeless person, and when he saw that everyone was coming this way, he followed him, wanting to go to Jinan City to beg for a living, and the people in his family were all dead.

Lu Huotou's eyes lit up, and he lifted the little monk out of the team and shouted: "It's you, are you a soldier?" ”

Amitabha, Buddhism can't kill, what kind of soldier should he be? Of course, I don't know how many rats, ants and other creatures have sacrificed to Xiao's Five Organs Temple in the past few days. But that's also excessive, but being a soldier is to kill, and it's not good to kill.

shook his head: "If you are not a soldier, you are cowardly, and you can't kill people with weapons."

。 ”

"you, you can read and write, and you can write so well. But a baby bump, who is willing to let you fight in front without opening his eyes, isn't that a 'waste' of talents? Lu Huotou laughed: "According to your handwriting, how can you be a secretary and secretary, the future is bigger than Lao Tzu, and you may have to thank the Sprinkle family in the future!" ”

Before the poor monk refused, Lu Huotou shouted: "Give him something to eat, seeing that he is starving like this bird, it is estimated that he will not last for a few days." 'Milk' and 'milk', 'getting' such a talent, why should you give Lao Tzu a credit, right? ”

Seeing the hot steamed buns and 'meat' soup, Lao Ke couldn't refuse at all. There was also a large piece of 'fat' and 'meat' in the 'meat' soup, and this was the first time I had eaten 'meat', and it was so delicious. That kind of enjoyment, the West Heavenly Land is about that! The Buddha is far away in the Lingshan, and the Lingshan is at ease in your mouth.

It's a pity that the 'meat' was so greasy that it took me a day to recover.

After eating, I became 'refreshed' and said, "I'm not a soldier, it's really not good to be a soldier!" Otherwise, I'll be a fireman. I don't have any other skills, but my cooking skills are still very good. ”

"What, you want to be the head of the fire, isn't this a bad abuse of yourself?" Lu Huotou shouted loudly, his face incredible.

However, Xiao Wei is determined, and he can't join the army anyway, so he has to lose his cultivation!

Next, Lu Zhongqiu and the officers of the army persuaded him several times, but the little monk still refused to let go. They were probably tired of persuasion, and they ate the food I cooked, so they acquiesced to me staying in the army and becoming a firehead.

In this way, I stayed in the Ningxiang Army. carried a cauldron, from Shandong to Huai'an, and then to Yangzhou. I went to Fengyang and Henan again, and I never thought that the world would be so big and the world would be so 'fine'. In addition, I don't worry about life, so I feel that this kind of life is not bad.

It's also good to live like this for the rest of your life. As for cultivation, drinking and eating, getting up and sitting and lying down are all experiences, where is not a monk?

In addition, Lu Huotou finally resigned from his position as the head of the fire as he wished, and became a commander of the combat unit. Later, he died on the battlefield with the Qin army, and I heard that he was very brave and heroic when he died...... Hey, death and life are impermanent, all living beings are suffering, when will we be able to be liberated?

In addition, in the Battle of Yangzhou, our army won an unprecedented victory

。 Now, the Jiannu Duoduo Department has been surrounded by several armies, and its demise is only in the morning. But at this time, I heard that there was a military department named Ruan Dacheng in Nanjing, who had crossed the river. This person is not a good-natured person, and his face is fierce and 'yin'. However, this person is a believer in Buddhism and likes to be vegetarian.

So, I was sent to him by the detective factory to be Ruan Shangshu's cook. When he went, Liang Mancang also 'handed over', and if there was something on Lord Ruan's side, he would immediately send the news back.

Isn't this a little monk to be a 'traitor', hey, there's no way, it's the food of the Ningxiang Army. Besides, the people in the detective factory are really annoying, if you don't agree, you don't know how they will toss, so you can only go.

As soon as Ruan Shangshu ate the dishes that the little monk 'gave', he was satisfied, and saw that the little monk wrote well, and he liked it very much, so he asked the little monk if he had read before?

The little monk replied that he had never entered the school, but he had read books for several years, and he had learned them from his master.

Ruan Shangshu asked what Master was, and I told me my origin in its original form.

As soon as Ruan Dacheng heard that I had been a monk, he was surprised and asked a few more questions about Buddhism, but fortunately, my uncle had also talked about these things before, according to his previous professor's answers.

Ruan Shangshu listened to the question, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Sure enough, there is some knowledge, the respected teacher should be a great and virtuous monk, no wonder he can cultivate a good disciple like you." Judging from your hand Liu Gongquan, you must have copied the original work, and I don't know which famous temple you came from? ”

"Porcelain Buddha Temple."

Lord Ruan was stunned, obviously he hadn't heard of it.

The little monk laughed in his heart, what a virtuous monk, what kind of monk is his uncle. Dealing with pilgrims about sesame oil money is worse than that of merchants, eating and drinking, and beating wives. As for the authentic works, there are really Liu Gongquan's authentic works, it is estimated that he is not even a monk, and he sold the money to go to the local lord, wouldn't he be happy?

By the way, Lord Ruan came to Yangzhou this time, as if he was not supervising the army of various towns to fight against Jiannu, and he didn't seem to be interested. In fact, he can't command all kinds of soldiers and horses, and he doesn't need to spend this 'spirit' on 'sex'.

Ruan Shangshu did not enter the city after arriving in Yangzhou, so he sent 'guards' to pick up people everywhere and set up a court for interrogation. The generals and related officials of all walks of life in the city were all judged by him. By the way, looking at what he means, it seems that he wants to engage in Shi Kefa.

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