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Chapter 3 Looking up at the moon

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    The dining hall in the handyman's courtyard is simple and old, with wooden tables and stools, and green lights shining on people's faces.

    I don't know if I don't look at it, but when I saw it, Meng Qi was startled. Only when he entered the Zhaitang did he realize that there were fifty or sixty monks in charge.

    Among the dusty monk robes, no one noticed that Meng Qi and the new novice monks were sitting on benches, waiting for the shift monks to come in with food boxes.

    "Junior brother, sit here." Meng Qi was full of secrets and was trapped in a strange place. It was rare for him to be accompanied by a foolish Zhenhui. Therefore, with an adult mentality, he took good care of Zhenhui.  It can also be regarded as the meaning of resolving fear of life.

    Zhenhui's expression was always serious, and she didn't seem to be timid, so she sat down opposite Meng Qi, her eyes focused on the nearby food box.

    "This kid won't be hungry and stupid before?" Meng Qi muttered quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui's IQ was flawed, otherwise he wouldn't be so dull.

    The rotating monks finally brought the food boxes to Meng Qi's table, and when the lid was opened, the aroma came out of their nostrils and pierced into their hearts.

    "It smells so good!" Meng Qi couldn't help admiring, and thought suspiciously in his heart: "Is it because Shaolin's 'chef' is really high-level? Or is it because I'm too hungry?"

    The handyman bent down and took out the food from the food box, and placed them on the table one by one. Meng Qi stared at it, and was stunned. This, this seems to be meat?

    In the simple sea bowl in the center, the fat and oily lumps should be meat, right?

    But this is the Monk Temple!

    Meng Qi picked up the chopsticks in disbelief, intending to grab a piece and taste it, but after swishing a few times, the chopsticks stretched out diagonally from the left and right sides, and the meat-like things in the sea bowl immediately lost a whole layer.  The handyman monks at this table are all extraordinary in grabbing food.

    Seeing Zhenhui's mouth full of greasy bites, Meng Qi became more and more sure of his guess. While sighing that they really could grab it, he took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

    Fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, the taste is excellent, it is really delicious in the world!

    But tmd is really meat!

    Meng Qi felt that only swearing could express his current mood. One was to cheer for his own food, and the other was to express his unbelievable feelings.

    "Hello, junior brother." Meng Qi called Zhenhui in a low voice.

    Zhenhui moved his chopsticks like flying, kept talking, and his delicate face was full of concentration: "Huh?"

    "This is meat!" Meng Qi felt obliged to remind his junior brother not to fall into the trap and violate the precepts.

    Zhenhui nodded sincerely, and said vaguely: "It's meat."

    I'm not asking you Meng Qi felt that it was a bit difficult for him to communicate with Zhenhui.

    At this time, someone next to him said coldly: "Before 'opening up', only quit meat and spicy."

    "Isn't meat just meat?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously, only then did he realize that the person sitting next to him was "roommate" Zhenguan.

    Zhenguan didn't stop eating, and said slightly mockingly: "Seeing that you are a child of your family, but you don't even understand the word'meat'?"

    This hit Meng Qi's weakness, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Suddenly, a young monk with wide eyebrows diagonally in front of him smiled and said: "Hunxinhe refers to things such as onions and garlic with a strong taste, not specifically meat, but for nearly a hundred years, people in the world often  Substitute meat for meat, the younger brother doesn't know, it's normal."

    Meng Qi nodded gratefully, and the young handyman continued: "In my Buddhist school, I only forbid killing and meat, and I can't help but eat meat. Later, I became merciful and gradually forbade it. But my Shaolin is a master of martial arts in the world, and my disciples do a lot to strengthen their bodies.  In the matter of body building, if there is less meat, and there is no elixir of spiritual herbs to make up for it, it will inevitably damage the body, so it is said in "Shaolin Precepts", before enlightenment, disciples follow the original intention, only abstain from meat and meat, but not killing."

    In other words, it is enough to invite lay disciples or farmers from the mountain to slaughter them?  Meng Qi probably understood what was going on. Shaolin, as a martial arts school, had to consider the condition of its disciples who were struggling physically.

    Seeing the young monk's eloquence and clarity, Meng Qi felt good about it, and asked with a smile, "I don't know the brother's name?"

    "True words." The wooden chopsticks in the hands of the young handyman monk also did not stop.

    Meng Qi continued to ask: "Senior Brother is sure, dare to ask Senior Brother, what does 'enlightenment' mean?"

    Relying on his young body, he can completely excuse it because he has not been taught by his family to forcibly resolve the confusion.

    Zhenyan laughed aloud, and pointed to the wooden table with his left hand: "I will know later, take care of my food first."

    Meng Qi followed his fingers and saw that the seven or eight bowls of dishes on the table were empty., that's even better.  "

    Poof, Meng Qi's saliva almost spit out. I really don't know whether Zhenhui is willing or not.

    Meng Qi slowed down for a while, and was about to speak when he suddenly found that Zhenhui's breathing became lighter, and he was already dreaming.

    The entire meditation room was completely silent, only the sound of a few breaths fluctuated slightly, which made the night darker and more secluded.

    The bright moon hung high outside the window, and sprinkled a layer of silvery white in front of the shop, like frost.

    Looking at this quiet and tranquil scene, Meng Qi suddenly couldn't suppress all kinds of things in the past, all of which came to his heart, such as longing, sadness, wandering, confusion, self-pity and other emotions.

    There is no time to think so much during the day, so this quiet night is particularly "ecstasy".

    The inseparable past and the heart-wrenching "farewell" made Meng Qi unable to sleep for a long time.

    It wasn't until this moment, in this situation, that he truly understood the true meaning of Lay Qinglian's poem.

    "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown."

    Looking at the cold moon outside the window, Meng Qi became infatuated for a moment.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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