Chapter 11

When he felt someone coming around, the old man turned around and saw his extraordinary bearing. His compassionate heart immediately filled his face with surprise.

He hurriedly got up and asked, "master, what can I do for you?"

Dressed in a gorgeous brocade cassock, holding a noble nine ring tin staff and holding the Xuanxin of a purple gold bowl, he said, "old man, I'm the abbot of Shaolin Temple. My name is Xuanxin."

"I'm going down the mountain today and beg for your alms."

At this moment, the mysterious heart is filled with Buddha light in the sea of consciousness.

As soon as Xuanxin's voice fell, the short vendor selling cooking cakes on the street and the boss selling Yangchun noodles all stared wide.

Look at Xuanxin with incredible eyes.

They didn't expect that Xuanxin went over to find the dead old man to give alms.

Even Xuanyuan behind Xuanxin looked at this scene in disbelief.

The passers-by, noticing this scene, stopped to watch and cast curious eyes.

"You want me to give you?"

The seriously ill old man looked at the sacred mysterious heart, and his eyes were full of doubt and surprise.

I can't believe my ears.

"Master, the old man is dying from a bad disease."

"No one cares about me anymore. How can I give you anything?"

The old man's eyes were full of sincerity. He couldn't help crying and said, "I just want to give, and I don't have anything to give."

"My house, my fields, my food and all my things are given to those in need."

"I'm dying. I have nothing left. If I have anything else, I'll give it to you."

"But... What should I do? I don't have anything to give you. What I have now is what others don't want..."

The old man looked around with a sad face. He looked around and said helplessly, "I only have this bowl of sour and smelly rice soup, alas..."

"You are an eminent monk. I'm really sorry for you. I really can't help you..."

Because there is nothing to give to a Taoist monk like Xuanxin.

The old man was ashamed, but his true feelings and kindness moved Xuanxin.

"Benefactor, I hope you can give me this bowl of rice soup."

Xuanxin looked earnestly at the rice soup in the small broken bowl and said.

At this time, the mysterious mind was filled with Buddha light in the sea of consciousness.

Have an epiphany.

As soon as Xuanxin said this, the onlookers immediately exploded

"Is this monk crazy?"

"When you go down the mountain, I'll give you cooking cakes for free. As a result, don't come to ask for a bowl of rancid and smelly rice soup?"

The short man selling cooking cakes said angrily.

He can't earn much money a day by selling cooking cakes, and he just makes a living.

Out of respect for Xuanxin, I brought you cooking cakes for free.

Unexpectedly, you didn't appreciate it. You bought it to kill the old man and asked for sour and smelly rice soup.

"Yes, I was kind enough to give him a bowl of plain noodles. As a result, he turned and ran to the dead old man for a bowl of rice soup."

"Who does the monk look down on?"

The boss who sells Yangchun noodles thinks Xuanxin despises him.

If you don't eat cooking cakes or a bowl of noodles, you have to come to a dead old man and ask for a bowl of sour and smelly rice soup?

You just don't know what's good or bad.

"Is this monk crazy?"

"Yes, looking at the extraordinary bearing, I thought it was an eminent monk."

"Ha ha, he wants the dead old man to give him sour and smelly rice soup?"

"Is your brain broken? Isn't the monk afraid that the dead old man will infect him with a bad disease?"

"The monk of Shaolin Temple in Shaoshi mountain is a small mountain temple. This monk is also called an eminent monk?"

"Is the monk sick? The old man has a bad disease and is dying. He still runs over to ask someone for a bowl of rice soup?"

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The passers-by on the street were all talking and even sneering.

Showing or disdaining or disdaining words.

It means that you can't understand what Xuanxin did.

Not only the pedestrians couldn't understand it, but even the Xuanyuan on one side looked silly.

He doesn't understand. What are you doing, abbot?

"Abbot, there are many big families in the town. We don't need to make fortune here..."

Facing the street, more and more people pointed. Xuanyuan couldn't help but be extremely anxious.

There are many rich merchants in this town, even large dog households. In Xuanyuan's opinion, it depends on Xuanxin's temperament and bearing.

And the profound Dharma.

Add this outfit, even if Shaolin Temple is only a small mountain temple.

It's also easy to find a big dog and get some money.

Why do you come here and ask an old man who is dying for sour and smelly rice soup?

All kinds of criticism in the face of people's pointing.

Showing disdain or disdain.

Xuanxin put his hands together and was not affected at all. He was filled with Buddha light in the sea of consciousness, and his beautiful face showed a sincere smile.

He really realized it.

What is the richest man in spirit?

What is blessing?

Xuanxin looked at the old man and said sincerely, "benefactor, I still hope you can give me your rice soup."

The old man looked at Xuanxin with incredible eyes and asked, "do you really want it?"

Xuanxin nodded definitely.

The old man, who smelled and was covered with abscesses, trembled and struggled to pick up his small broken bowl.

Xuanxin bowed down and handed over his noble purple gold bowl.

The old man poured the sour and smelly rice soup in the small broken bowl into Xuanxin's purple gold bowl.

Xuanxin picked up the purple gold bowl and slowly drank the sour and smelly rice soup

The street was surrounded by pedestrians. Seeing the mysterious heart with beautiful facial features and the demeanor of a divine monk drinking rice soup, the color of disgust and contempt in the eyes of everyone was even worse

Cover your mouth and nose and feel sick. How can you drink such rice soup?

"Abbot..."

Xuanyuan behind him was stupid.

This little younger martial brother, abbot, is the reincarnation of the Buddha. He is the hope of Shaolin and the living Buddha.

When I went down the mountain for the first time, I found an old man who was seriously ill and full of stench and asked for a bowl of sour and smelly rice soup?

And really drank it in public!

Why? Why did you do that? Abbot, what's the matter?

He couldn't understand and felt very confused. He couldn't understand what Xuanxin did.

Seeing Xuanxin drinking sour and smelly rice soup was not only full of tears.

"Master..."

Seeing that Xuanxin really drank rice soup, the old man looked at Xuanxin in disbelief.

"Thank you, benefactor!"

"This bowl of rice soup is your best thing and your most precious thing."

"Your willingness to give to me shows that you have a heart to help others. Mentally, you are the richest person."

"The Buddha will bless you. You are already a seeker."

Xuanxin realized it, said it sincerely to the old man, turned around and handed the purple gold bowl to Xuanyuan.

Xuanxin didn't finish the sour and smelly rice soup, but left a mouthful for Xuanyuan.

"Abbot..."

Xuanyuan's mind is blank, and the whole person has been silly there.

"Finish it."

Xuanxin handed the purple gold bowl to Xuanyuan.

"Ah?"

"Abbot... This... This..."

He took the purple gold bowl handed by Xuanxin and looked at some rice soup left inside.

Xuanyuan was confused and confused.

"Drink."

Xuanxin just looked at Xuanyuan.

In the purple gold bowl, most of the rice soup had been drunk by Xuanxin, and there was only a small mouthful left.

Looking at Xuanxin's deep and mysterious eyes like the night sky.

Xuanyuan trembled at this moment.

After being stunned for three or four seconds, he picked up the purple gold bowl and hardened his scalp to finish the rest of the rice soup.