Datang First Chef

The Yulan Basin Festival has passed, and Mo Wenyuan still hasn't recovered from the subversion of his world view. When he was led by Li Sanniang to Daxingshan Temple, he was still dazed. His big eyes that used to be lively were like dead fish eyes, without any spirit.

Monk Mo Xiaogou Zhang Er was puzzled: "What's wrong with Da Lang?"

Li Sanniang didn't know either, so she could only speculate wildly: "Maybe it's because I was too tired from playing yesterday, so I lost my energy today?" They sold out the peach steamed buns early yesterday, and Mo Wenyuan was taken around by Mo Xiaogou after that. Li Sanniang thought that children's energy is limited, and they might be tired.

She wanted to let him rest at home today, but Mo Wenyuan shook his head repeatedly after hearing his thoughts, and insisted on going with them. Sanniang agreed when he thought he wanted to play for a day.

The sale of peach steamed buns brought Mo Wenyuan a lot of reward points. Every time he took out a steamed bun from the basket yesterday, he could hear the melodious sound of jingling and clanging money into the account from the God of Cooking system. He calculated, as long as Buying steamed buns for another day will save him the first 2000 points, so he gets up early to help make peach jam.

Now that they were all up, of course he went to the temple together, and when he left, he comforted himself in his heart: it’s just that his world view was a bit unreal, what are he afraid of, he only saw a strange thing yesterday when he was almost 5 years old, and besides, he was in trouble. There are countless monks and Taoists in Chang'an City, and I went to the largest temple in Chang'an City. Are you afraid of being eaten by demons and ghosts?

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The common teaching on July [-] is a reserved activity of the major temples. Perhaps the bustle of the Obon Festival the day before has not yet passed, and the monks and laymen still want to continue the fun of the day before.

Mo Wenyuan looked left and right, and found that the number of believers who arrived today was no less than yesterday. They came early, but they had already gathered a lot of people. Or squatting, many people chatted while shaking fans, and burst into short laughter from time to time.

Not only did they not have the solemnity of being about to listen to the Buddhist scriptures, but they were all smiling, as if they were waiting for the opening of the sketch.

Quite normal, there is a big difference between the common lectures for the general public and the boring monk lectures among the monks, and its nature is closer to the performances of the art troupe when they go to the countryside for condolences.

Before the vulgar lectures began, hawkers shuttled around the open space at the entrance of the courtyard. Apart from Li Sanniang and the others, there were also those who sold melons, fruits, roasted seeds and nuts, and cold drinks with sugar water. The hawkers all seized the last chance to make a fortune.

Li Sanniang and the others were doing business here yesterday. The peach steamed buns are novel in style and taste good. After a day of fermenting rumors, they have already gained some fame among the people. When they heard someone selling "peach steamed buns", many people stretched out their hands Signal them to have one.

Mo Wenyuan also joined the team of small vendors. He was also small, so he shuttled among the audience sitting on the ground in the front row.Good looks are good for doing business. He looks fair and tender, and his clothes are well-washed. He also has a sweet mouth and a lively mind. He is especially popular with old ladies and middle-aged women with maternal instincts. They alone have already put Mo Wenyuan in the basket More than half of the steamed buns were cleared.

Suddenly there was a shout from a distance: "Ascension to the seat—" and then the chime sounded. Mo Wenyuan stabbed and ran to the standing audience. Mo Xiaogou was already waiting for him.

I saw the great monk who was giving the lecture today slowly walking out from the side gate of the temple. He was wearing a cassock and looked dignified.The rest of the monks were divided into left and right, and when they saw him coming, they all bowed their heads and bowed to the Buddha, and he also folded his hands and bowed his head in return.

Then he sat on the "high seat" and began to preach the scriptures by saying "Amitabha Buddha".

"Buddha Says Ullambana Sutra" is very boring, and the scriptures are not long, with about a thousand words. If you just shake your head and recite the content, you can finish it in less than 2 minutes.

Viewers naturally don't want to watch such a boring program, so in order to cater to the tastes of secular believers, monks have also improved it.

Like the monk on the stage now, he is white, fat and round, with a dignified expression, a bit like a Maitreya Buddha. As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Wenyuan defined him as a highly skilled cross talk artist. If you sing with two voices, you should go to "Masked Singer".

The monk sang in a female voice after a while: "Recalling that this body is waiting for you, it makes people forget to be next to the dressing table. The river for washing the face is carrying water, and the slope for combing the hair is picking up firewood."

After a while, I sang the passage of Mu Lianfu: "My lady, what can I say today, the rich and the poor have more bad karma..."

Mo Wenyuan: "..."

Great, great, the monks of the Tang Dynasty were really versatile.

When the passage of the suffering of Mulian's mother was sung, the monk raised his sleeves to hide his face, and the audience was even more emotionally mobilized. Some emotional women even wiped their tears with their sleeves, and even Li Sanniang had tears in their eyes. Red, seems to be touched by the plot.

Not to mention Mo Xiaogou, with a sad expression, as if he could cry in a second.

Mo Wenyuan thought in his heart that he really watched too many TV dramas in modern times. When he went back to ancient times and saw folk art performances for the first time, he couldn't be brought into the mood for a long time.

Hey, there is no way, after being influenced by various modern movies, his tears are already very high.

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A moment later, "Buddha said that Mulian rescued his mother" was finally finished. Some people in the audience chanted the Buddha's name to express their gratitude to the lay monks, and some excitedly clapped their hands.

Although people at that time did not have the habit of clapping their hands to show their approval, they clapped their hands and laughed when they were excited.

The vulgar talk is not over yet, now only the first part has been finished, and there will be a second and third part later, but just like there is an intermission in a theater performance, there is also an intermission in the vulgar lecture activity.

Mo Wenyuan took the opportunity to go out to sell steamed buns again.

"Hey, that little friend in front!"

Mo Wenyuan is still standing still, little friend, who is your name.

"Little friend who sells steamed buns."

Only then did Mo Wenyuan realize: It seems that he is calling himself?

He turned around and found a monk in a robe calling him, he smiled and said, "Are you selling peach steamed buns?"

Mo Wenyuan nodded and said, "Yes."

The monk's face is like a full moon, and his waist is round and round. It is delicious at first glance. Hearing the peach steamed buns, his tongue is full of saliva, and he keeps thinking about the sweet and sour taste he tasted yesterday. He said: "How much is a piece?"

Mo Wenyuan said: "One for two."

The monk immediately took out two fen and bought one, his eyes lit up after three mouthfuls of food, he said: "This is the taste!" Then immediately said, "As many as you have, I want them all."

Mo Wenyuan is not clear, it must be that A Niang's wise and powerful act of enshrining peach steamed buns yesterday was rewarded, and the monks actually bought it back, and he immediately said: "My A Niang's cousin still has it, master, you can buy it." want?"

He said: "If you want it, except for me, the rest of the brothers and sisters will never forget the peach steamed buns. I will buy them back, and I can give them to others if I have more."

Mo Wenyuan immediately greeted Li Sanniang and the others, and the fat monk also took this opportunity to recruit his brothers. He only had less than a hundred copper coins on him, and he had to find other people to pay for the rest.

"Peach steamed buns?"

"But the offering we ate yesterday?"

"That's right, the taste is exactly the same, and the tip of the steamed bun was dyed red. I've already eaten one. It's soft and delicious, even better than what we ate yesterday."

"Hey, I didn't grab one yesterday, so I must leave one for me today."

While they were talking, another monk came slowly behind them, and when he fixed his eyes, he turned out to be the lay monk who just talked about saving Mulian's mother. Don't think he has a good ventriloquist skill, and he has read a lot of scriptures. Great monk revered by people.

When all the monks saw him coming, they saluted one after another, and monk Huiyuan returned the salute and said, "Are you talking about a boy with a long hair? He looks fair?"

The fat monk said: "Exactly."

Monk Huiyuan pondered for a moment and said, "Take me with you."

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Mo Wenyuan took Li Sanniang Mo Xiaogou to the gate of the temple, and was surprised to see a group of monks gathered there, not to mention him, even Li Sanniang was quite upset.

She whispered to Mo Wenyuan: "Our steamed buns are very popular?"

Mo Wenyuan also quietly replied: "Probably."

Li Sanniang felt a little more at ease. After a few words of politeness with the leading monk Huiyuan, she began to do business. The remaining steamed buns in the three baskets were pooled together and given directly to the monks.

Anyway, the basket is not worth much, for her it is convenient for others and for herself.

During the period, monk Huiyuan also asked the address of the bakery, saying that monks may buy it regularly in the future.

On weekdays, the monks would also do farm work, housework, and even run a small business in addition to chanting sutras and performing rituals, but the cakes they made were obviously not as delicious as those made by Li Sanniang.

By the way, Li Sanniang also recommended a wave of vegetarian buns from their family. The fat monk who followed behind kept smacking his lips, as if he wanted to rush to Guangdefang to have a feast now.

After selling the peaches, Li Sanniang was about to take the two children away, but the monk Huiyuan said: "Almsgiver, I see that Mr. Xiaolang has a destiny with my Buddha. Would you like to study in my Xingshan Temple?"

Li Sanniang: Huh? ? ?

Mo Wenyuan: Huh? ? ?

When he saw Monk Huiyuan looking at him with a smile, his first reaction was to shake his head frantically and say, "No, no, no, I don't want to talk about cross talk."

Monk Huiyuan asked stupidly, "What is cross talk?"

It was only then that Mo Wenyuan realized that he had slipped the tongue, and he said, "It's just a common saying." A picture had already emerged in his mind. He was standing on the stage in a long robe and mandarin jacket, with an allegro in his other hand, and he kept rapping, Allegro clacking, the sound is similar to the sound of a donkey's hoof stepping on the ground.

No, no, no, no, his goal is to be a good cook, so talking about cross talk is still a no-brainer!

Monk Huiyuan was very speechless, he was silent for a while and said, "It's not like I'm following the common saying." He added, "Did you meet an artist yesterday who planted a peach tree in a pot?"

He said again: "I heard that Mr. Xiao Lang, you can see through the illusion at a glance, and you know that there is only one real peach on the tree."

Mo Wenyuan and the others acted as if they had suddenly realized, while the monks behind Huiyuan whispered to each other: "It must be Master Huizhi."

"This young gentleman can see through the illusion of the uncle?"

"There is indeed a root of wisdom."

Li Sanniang is such a smart person, she understood after listening to it. Her son may have the same natural ability as the monk who subdues demons and demons in the play, so monk Huiyuan came to rescue him.

In fact, these days, monks are a popular profession, with many trustees and no need to pay taxes.Moreover, Daxingshan Temple is a royal temple, and most people can't get in if they want to enter, but she thought that although her family is an orphan and widowed mother, her life is still good, and there is absolutely no reason for her child to become a monk, so she stepped in front of Mo Wenyuan and said : "Master, my Dalang doesn't want to become a monk."

Master Mo Wenyuan hid behind Sanniang, and said timidly, "I want to be a cook."

Mo Xiaogou is not smart, but the three of them are united as one. He stood in front of Li Sanniang, looking at Huiyuan like a thief.

Master Huiyuan couldn't laugh or cry, even if he failed to convert Mo Wenyuan, he wouldn't take the child by force, okay? Daxingshan Temple is a regular temple, and there is absolutely no reason to buy and sell by force.

He immediately changed his words and said: "Benefactor, you may be mistaken. I didn't mean to order Xiao Langjun to become a monk." He lowered his head and said to Mo Wenyuan, "If you are interested, you can come to the temple to learn from Master Huizhi. To be able to see through illusions at a young age is really a talent."

After training well, when he grows up, he will definitely be the leader in subjugating demons and eliminating demons.

It's okay to be a nominal layman without going out!

Huiyuan didn't want to let go of the child who "has a destiny with Buddha" for a long time, so she wanted to slip into the Buddhist bowl.

Mo Wenyuan: emmmmmmmmm

Why did he feel that this smiling master Huiyuan was just like the wolf grandma who seduced Little Red Riding Hood.

Hey, seeing his smiling face made me panic.