When the sky is cloudy, there is sunshine, and the season is cold, and there is a scorching heat, just as the great sorrows and joys of life come and go unexpectedly, so that I am helpless to make me sigh, so that I am like a stone in the tide, stumbling and running, running, running, smoothing all the edges and corners of my body and heart.

Why is the sky a circle? The circle can give birth to all things, the circle can transform all things, the circle has no flaws but there are flaws everywhere, the circle is there or not. Why is the earth the square? It can accommodate all things, it can nurture all things, it is the immature but strong heart of a child, and it is hope. The sky is on the earth, and the circle is on the square, like the moon and the stars, like all living beings. However, there is a square in the circle, and there is a circle in the square, just like the corners and corners of the square and the circle, the sky covers him, and the earth does not care for him, and it is also vigorous and prosperous with countless tenacious weeds!

Lively, or generally lively.

The weather was very hot, so hot that the dog stuck out his tongue and the cat fell asleep, so hot that the stone smoked and the tree wilted, only the cicada still barked loudly - know, know, know, know, know, the big girl has gone home, the sky is so poisonous, it is not good to tan it. Because if you get a tan, it's not white. Those who are afraid of the sun are gone, but those who are not afraid of the sun are left, and the young men are not afraid of the sun, and the young men are originally a fire, burning wherever they go! But the young men want to eat, and even more so, they have to drink, and the young men have gone to the tavern on Wednesday and May 1st. Those who pass by can walk, but the small vendors on the street can't go, and they shout loudly against the blazing voice, turning the bustle of the street into a boom in business.

Under the pergola, in the shade of the trees, street food stalls. The vendors kept shouting, shouting hard, shouting enthusiastically, louder and louder, as if they were not afraid to break their throats! Because they had to do business, because they also had to eat, because this was their second home. It is a strange thing to sell what you have to eat, sell what you eat, buy what you buy and then eat what you bought, which makes people think about it and can't figure it out.

If you don't have Zen, you don't understand.

Monks, still those two monks.

The monk walked down the street, and finally got a moment of silence in this noisy world. The monk passed by the food stall, and Wuchan couldn't walk anymore: "Master, Master, why do you say this?" Monk Lingxiu replied: "There are gains and losses, this is the transaction." "If you have something to eat, why don't you eat it? Wu Chan didn't understand, Wu Chan thought they were doing useless things, and if Wu Zen was, they would have eaten their share of food a long time ago. But Wu Zen no longer asked. Wuzen is hungry, Wuzen wants to eat, and now there is only this one thought in Wuzen's head, and other thoughts flashed by-

But for a moment.

Buying, selling, buying and selling. Why do you have to sell what you have to eat? The little monk doesn't understand it, but the big guys understand it, so there is no need to talk about it. One day, the little monk will understand: the world is a big bazaar, everyone is a buyer and seller, and what is used to buy and sell is not this clothes, food, food, and clothing, but sweat, craftsmanship, time and survival, and what can be traded is not necessarily an object, but also sadness, happiness, fate and emotion.

Gain and gain, gain and loss, between gain and loss, is buying and selling.

"Master, Master, no Zen is hungry!"

Lingxiu smiled and said nothing.

"Master, Master, I want to eat without Zen!"

Lingxiu strode forward.

The monk Wuzen followed dryly, looking left and right for a while, he was dazzled, and his saliva was about to flow to the ground! The snacks on the stall were dry and thin, the fragrance was overflowing, and there were all kinds of things, and the styles were complete. Most of the coolies and handymen who eat, all of them are five big and three thick, and there are not many big men in the pocket of the restaurant, but they can mix a round belly when they come here to eat and drink. Everyone is happy, some eat, some wear, I'm poor but I'm happy! What about the delicacies of the mountains and the sea? What about the silk and satin? I'm sorry, that's not me.

Hard work in exchange for a clean copper plate, feel comfortable, eat comfortably.

The stall owner is also happy, shouting and cheering, busy and happy, counting the copper plate music in his hand. Everyone is happy, the wealth is rolling in, the sweat is changing for a smile, no matter how hot he is! Mo Dao said that he is bitter, and he has fun in suffering, talking, laughing, three or five new things, seven or eight eccentrics, saying that the east and west are in the mountains, and the sky and the sea are blowing, and there will always be fun to find, as long as there are eyes, hearts, and kung fu, look at this is not -

One in front and one in the back, the big and small monks, through the street and the city two appearances.

There are many people in the market, and there are many ups and downs, and there are many strange and strange.

People didn't take the beautiful monk who was white and clean in front of him and didn't squint in their eyes, but they were very close to the shirtless little monk in the back: "Look, look, the little monk has a round head, a round head, thick eyebrows, and big eyes!" "Look, look, the little monk's saliva is flowing out! Silly and delightful!" "Look! Look! The little monk blushed ha!" "Look! look! The little monk scratched his head and laughed at me, hehehe!" The old man who sold haggis soup said happily: " Come on, little monk, eat a bowl of mutton soup, the old man doesn't want you a penny!"

Wuchan was stunned, hurriedly clasped his palms, and bowed: "Amitabha, the little monk can't eat meat, it's a sin." The old man laughed so hard that his goatee trembled, and his hands intensified again and again, stirring up the white and bright soup in the pot more and more fragrant! The big aunt who sold steamed buns smiled and groaned: "Little monk, my aunt will give you a big steamed bun, eat it while it's hot!" As he spoke, he handed over a thing, and it was a big and white steamed bun! Wu Zen was busy and saluted, and replied respectfully: "Amitabha, little monk, little monk, little monk, well." ”

The little monk was very embarrassed and looked at the master with his eyes.

The master didn't look back, the master walked in front, looked back at the steamed buns, and the steamed buns were beside him!

What should I do? What should I do? Wu Zen is very embarrassed, Wu Zen wants to eat but does not dare, because the Master said.

Everyone saw that he was scratching his ears and cheeks and hesitating, and they laughed in unison, and they were overjoyed for a while! The eldest aunt was a warm-hearted person, and she sincerely stuffed the steamed buns over at the moment: "Eat and eat, Auntie is happy to give you away, and Auntie is happy when she looks at you!" The little monk wanted to eat very much, but the little monk still didn't answer, Wuzen suddenly bowed deeply, turned his head and strode away and ran away, "Master, Master, wait Wuzen-"

Because Master said that the two of them will not fasting when they come here, and they are not allowed to eat what others give them to them. Wu Chan does not eat, Wu Chan is an obedient child, because the master also said that the master will also take Wu Chan to set up a stall to do business, and when he earns the copper plate, let Wu Chan eat, a full meal! Wu Chan believes, Wu Chan firmly believes, Wu Chan never goes through the street to see the tempting food again, and strides forward with the master all the way with confidence!

After a while, he walked to the west end of the street, and Wu Zen came to a more lively open field. Juggling flute and playing erhu, paper man and paper horse shadow puppetry, starling talking in a cage, monkey wearing a little red coat, lions rolling hydrangea here, mice turning axles over there, do you listen to the story in front? Is it okay to tell fortunes in the back? A bunch in the east, a cluster in the west, a circle in the south, and a place in the north, it is really varied, or three teachings and nine streams, the truth and falsehood are indistinguishable, the mouth is a kung fu fake trick, and you can't distinguish between the true and the false, and then you will change a trick, don't you see this unhappy?

Most of the strange people in the world and novelties are gathered here, and they don't sell anything else, but what they sell is their ability. The ability here is not called ability, but art. Art is outstanding ability, but also for the magic of silver skill, ordinary people do not know, ordinary people do not know, ordinary people know but difficult to see, ordinary people do not know, it is called art. Of course, art can be sold, and it must be sold, and spiritual life is also necessary wherever you go, and this is the case in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, it is like this!

It seems to be, like this.

You are easy to show your art? Ten years of cold and summer will make you laugh, you will not laugh if you don't act well, you won't give money if you play well, and you will have to be shaved by two big ears if you smash your performance! However, it is quite not easy to make a living! Therefore, people who sell their arts, referred to as artists, are worthy of admiration and respect. Whether it's real kung fu or fake tricks, it's all worthy of respect, because being able to fool people is also a craft! As for some people who don't even have fake tricks, they have come out to sell, and they are rigid and boring, entertaining themselves, opening their eyes to fool themselves, and they have to sell indiscriminately, sell dead and live, sell shameful, and sell people with knife holders on their necks, that is another kind of selling art that evolved in later generations, and we don't have it around us!

No, it doesn't seem to be.

Art is like life, true and false, what does it matter if you are fooled by him, as long as you are happy in your heart.

Wu Zen was pleasantly surprised and ecstatic, and with a cheer, he slipped into the crowd with a cheer, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. I forgot that I was hungry, I forgot that my master was there, and I forgot that I even followed my master to set up a stall to make money! No way, this is my surname, and the little monk is an obedient child, but he is just a big child. Monk Lingxiu sighed, lowered his head and walked slowly. Don't look at people, don't look at art, don't look at where the little monk went, Lingxiu only looks at whether there is that place-

Yes, the big monk is here to set up a stall to do business! Lingxiu monk also has a craft, Lingxiu monk also has to sell art, Lingxiu monk plans to earn money to support the little monk to support himself, and then, no, it is not easy to sell art. The wishful thinking is good, but in the end it may not be really wishful, the big monk is empty-handed and has no long things, what kind of craft can he use to sell here? How to earn money to feed the little monk to support himself, and then earn enough money to return to the temple smoothly?

Yes, the great monk is a little familiar with medical skills, and the great monk himself said it. Do you have to hang a pot to help the world and purify all sentient beings? Yes, the little monk has a copper head and an iron arm, and the big monk also knows it. But the two monks didn't have anything, they didn't even have a broken bowl to collect money, they were even poorer than the worst business called Hanako, even if they had skills, they were afraid that they would not be able to sell them!

It doesn't matter if you have no fame, no capital, and no money, the great monk thinks very well, but it's really not so easy to eat this mouthful of food! Could it be that he relied on his own beauty to coax an ignorant girl, a young woman from a good family, and a young woman from a good family to be enthusiastic about her aunt's money? Who said that? That's a joke, a monk who sells his art and does not sell his body will not do those things that are embarrassing and insulting and defile the Buddha. Don't worry, the great monk has his own plans, so he looks left and right and walks slowly, just to find that side-

Feng Shui Treasure!;