When the extremely special and refreshing fragrance emanated from the originally tasteless incense and soon filled the quiet room, Master Mingkong's heart was just shaken, and he was already lost in the fragrance.
In other words, immersion.
And his level of immersion was much deeper than those in the club that day, as well as the three parents and daughters of the Chen family.
He is a Hinayana practitioner!
In other words, he is a practitioner.
This fragrance was like an introduction, instantly arousing his deepest meditation, arousing his greatest joy, and allowing his whole body and mind to be deeply immersed in it.
So, when the incense burnt out completely and Chen's father woke up from his normal intoxication, Master Mingkong was still sitting there "dumbly" with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Father Chen smiled secretly, feeling an inexplicable sense of pride that should not have arisen in his heart.
Look!
So what if you are an eminent monk?
He always puts on that nonchalant look.
Aren't you just at the mercy of a stick of incense now?
Amidst Father Chen's secret slander and ridicule, time gradually passed, and no one knew how long it had passed before Master Mingkong finally opened his eyes.
At that moment, it was as if a mirror was shining in the room.
Chen's father attributed it to an illusion. Then he saw Master Mingkong looking at him with ardent eyes, and then said: "Chen Chen, I wonder where this fragrance comes from?"
There was even a slight tremor in his words.
Father Chen smiled widely in his heart, very happy, but he finally remembered the purpose of his trip, "Master, what does this fragrance mean?"
Then, without waiting for Master Mingkong to respond, he continued: "This fragrance is indeed very special. It seems to have some hypnotic effects and can make people fall into deep sleep. My daughter said that smelling this fragrance can make people have the effect of
It has the same effect as meditation.”
Master Mingkong was stunned when he heard this.
Hypnosis?
Deep sleep?
The same effect as meditation?
What the hell!
What is this?
If meditation had this effect, I would have completed the Four Meditations and Eight Concentrations long ago, became an Arhat, became a Bodhisattva, became a Buddha in the physical body, and ascended to heaven, right?
At this moment, listening to Chen's father's words, Master Mingkong felt dumbfounded and wanted to roar loudly.
Do you know?
Do you know what kind of fragrance this is?
From these words, he also knew that although Father Chen knew nothing about spiritual practice, the acquisition of this incense was probably purely accidental!
However, no wonder people like Father Chen are also collectively referred to as "great virtues" in the classics. Ganqing is not just pure pandering, but it is indeed possible for such people to have access to things that ordinary people cannot.
This fragrance is a very obvious example.
Master Mingkong sighed secretly, then forced himself to calm down, and said to Chen's father: "As the layman said, this incense is by no means extraordinary, but it has all kinds of incredible and magical uses. I am ashamed that this poor monk has never seen anything about this incense.
,but……"
"Jushi Chen, please sit down for a moment."
Master Mingkong said, and then stood up from his seat. About four or five minutes later, he came back with a plate in his hand.
fruit?
Father Chen looked at him in surprise.
How many... little tomatoes are there on the plate?
This persimmon is not authentic, the persimmon is too small, the small persimmon is too big, and 80% of it is a hormone and genetically modified product!
For a moment, Father Chen appraised the contents on the plate, and then became a little puzzled.
No matter what, the fruits for hospitality in the temple should not be like this. Not to mention entertaining him, even entertaining ordinary pilgrims would not be like this!
However, this fruit looks pretty good, right?
"Jushi Chen."
Master Mingkong placed the plate on the small table between the two of them and extended his hand to signal.
Only then did Chen's father realize that there were only six tomatoes on the large plate.
"You guys are too stingy!" If it were to ordinary people he had contact with, Chen's father would probably have said this at this time, but the current situation is that there was no communication between the two in the past.
Master Mingkong’s identity is a bit special after all.
So Father Chen just smiled half-heartedly and said, "Master, this tomato is a new variety? It looks a little different from ordinary ones."
In response to Father Chen's words, Master Mingkong just nodded slightly, then extended his hand to signal and invite: "Master Chen, please taste it!"
Even if he doesn't like this thing, even if he thinks that this thing is probably hormones and genetically modified, of course it is impossible for Chen's father to stop this crop, just a small persimmon, and it can't kill anyone!
Yes, he has made up his mind to only eat one at most.
Moreover, what kind of bad things has he not eaten in the past?
Father Chen casually picked up a small persimmon and put it in his mouth with a generous (die) and calm (martyrdom) mood. He smiled decently and naturally and said to Master Mingkong: "Speaking of which, I am really tall.
There’s no time…”
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because he had already taken a bite of the persimmon in his hand.
He wanted to take a small bite before continuing, but after taking this bite, he was stunned.
After being stunned for a while, he took a second bite.
After the second bite comes the third bite.
After the third bite comes the second one.
After the second one comes the third...
Reach out.
Reach out again.
Hey!
there is none left?!
Six small tomatoes, in fact, he got four.
Master Mingkong was very particular about the etiquette of guest and host. There were six of them, but he only ate two and left the remaining four to the other party.
Six, he ate more than three, but probably four! Regarding this, Father Chen is not sure, but it should...maybe...it's probably like this, but isn't this thing too delicious?
Until then, when he came back to his senses, he had already finished eating the tomatoes for a long time, and his tongue was still moving in his mouth unconsciously.
What was a bit indecent was that he still swallowed saliva in small sips.
Ordinarily, he is not a greedy person, but now there is so much saliva in his mouth! He can't stop it.
Of course, he had no intention of stopping at all. Although he had finished eating the food, the sweetness still remained in his mouth, and his tongue seemed to be able to scrape a layer of the sweetness out of his mouth.
shave.
Scrape again.
Scrape again.
At the same time, his eyes scanned the fruit plate more than once.
once.
once.
Again.
But the fruit plate is always empty.
"cough."
Master Mingkong coughed lightly.
In fact, Father Chen's expression and intention were too obvious, and it was really difficult for him to refuse... No, it was really difficult to respond and satisfy the other party's intention.
"cough."
Master Mingkong coughed again, and then said: "Master Chen, the fragrance just now, please forgive me for my limited knowledge, it is really something I have never seen or heard, but..."
Having said this, Master Mingkong pondered for a moment.
After coughing twice, Father Chen finally came back to his senses. At this moment, he began to listen attentively.
"Although he has never seen or smelled it, the poor monk feels inexplicably familiar with the fragrance."
When he said this, Father Chen also slapped his thigh.
"Master, you mean..."
==
Thanks to "The Dissatisfied Tang Monk" for his recommendation vote.
Thanks to "Xiaoyao Huanmeng Zhuangzhou" for your monthly tickets.