Chapter 1034 Enjoy Five Years, Masumi's Dharma, Watanabe's Origin

"Hey! It smells so good! Mr. Murakami, I can smell the scent of this venison from a long distance away! It's so gluttonous that my stomach is rolling. You know, this stewed venison with winter snow is delicate and delicious. Delicious, stored for nourishment, and then blended with pleasant rice fragrance, the taste is really unique!…”

"Ha! Watanabe-kun, you, a monk in a great temple in Kyoto, actually like to eat venison?..."

"Hey! What's wrong with monks? Can't monks eat meat? Monks don't eat meat and meat. It's the saying of Tang Dynasty Xianzong, but my Miaoyuan is Tantric! Patriarch Fuju Vajra Sucheng Guru, it is a fusion of the true teachings of Siddhan Tantra, It was only then that I created the Tiantai Esoteric sect. And the word 'Cheng' in my name is also passed down from Guru Zuicheng!..."

A small bonfire was lit on the icy snow field, and a simple tent was built in a low-lying place leeward. Several Japanese warriors were busy tidying up the camps, while the Korean sailors were collecting branches and dead grass. In the middle of this small camp, a large open iron pot is hanging on the support of the campfire. The iron pot slowly boiled the winter snow, and gradually released a thickened meaty aroma.

At this moment, the two leaders of the Zheyang boat, the monk soldier Masumi Watanabe and the boat manager Murakami Jitong, sat cross-legged by the campfire, chatting in rare relaxation while smelling the warm aroma.

"Huh? Mr. Watanabe, you're talking one set of things. What kind of wonderful court is it? What kind of Tiantai Tantric sect is it? It sounds very bluffing... But I heard that the mage of the temple in the town said that eating meat will There are ten offenses of eating meat, it is the habit of Rakshasa ghosts, and they will fall into the evil realm after death!  …”

"Hehe! Rakshasa evil spirit? Falling into the evil realm?..."

Hearing this, the soldier monk Watanabe Masumi curled his lips in disdain. He opened the pot, looked at the venison rolling in the pot, stirred it with a twig that had been cut, took out a handful of coarse salt and sprinkled it in, then turned his head and smiled.

"Murakami, you are a local samurai in Ezo, what kind of Dharma do you know? I have great compassion in my heart, accept what I do with great compassion, recite mantras and scriptures, and surpass all beings who have special karma with me...so ah , as long as I have compassion in my heart, I will save this deer by chanting scriptures!... Amitabha! Come on, deer go! I will save you, and you will give up my flesh, haha!..."

"Uh! Watanabe, what kind of evil Tantric Buddhism is this? I really don't understand... But I have never seen that the eminent monks in other temples drink and eat meat as happily as you! Could it be that in those big temples in Kyoto Are all the eminent monks like you who enjoy both wine and meat, and are not afraid to kill people?..."

"Hey! I'm a monk soldier. I kill people to defend the Dharma and eliminate demons for the Buddha, that is, to kill for the eminent monks. To put it bluntly, eating meat is just to gain strength... As for the eminent monks in the big temple in Kyoto, they are better than me There are so many of them! They have Dharma on face, Dharma in their belly, and Dharma in their roots... Not only can they save sentient beings and fish, but they can also save a bunch of noble women and continue dozens of Buddha children! Ha ha!…"

The monk Watanabe Masumi laughed out loud, but Murakami Jitong was stunned by the stupid words he said.

"Uh! This?!...The story of the sage Shinluan marrying a wife was indeed told by the mage in the temple. But isn't that the merit promised by the Bodhisattva? Incarnation of a beautiful woman, combined with a saint. Guanyin is solemn, and at the end of his life, he led the saint to the western bliss, which is a good story that has been passed down..."

"Haha! What a good story? Saint Qinluan founded the Pure Land Sect and is the master of the sect. It is a good story for him to marry a wife, and his practice is enough. But the eminent monks in the temple marry a bunch of wives, that is also a good story? Then, the eminent monks Having a bunch of children, and letting them go to various places as hosts, that's a good story among good stories!..."

"Ah? Ah, this! Great virtuous monks, all marry wives and have children as hosts?..."

"Otherwise? There are no children to inherit the temple, no descendants to enshrine and praise, no temple incense to support, how can you be a great monk? ... The name of a monk is not based on Buddhist practice, and it is on the forehead. What a simple truth. !..."

"Buddha! This...this is disrespectful!..."

After hearing this nonsense, Murakami Jitong froze in place, his heart was so confused that the Buddha statue in his head was about to collapse. After all, he was born as an ordinary samurai in Ezo, and he believed in Buddhism very simply. How could he know the rumors about the big city of Kyoto and the demeanor of those eminent monks in the great temples.

"Hey! Murakami, you usually look smart, but you are also a stupid deer! ... Believe in Buddhism, just believe in it in your heart! As long as you have great compassion and a clear mind, you can drink and eat meat, kill and set fire , there is nothing wrong... This world is getting more and more chaotic every year, how can you just listen to a few mages and tie your own hands and feet? You can't!..."

Seeing the dazed Murakami, Masumi Watanabe grinned. Thinking of the side-by-side voyage, he stretched out his hand again, patted Murakami Jitong, and spoke a few words from his heart.

"Buddha's blessing! We went out to sea this time, saw the wind and waves in the extreme north, and met these people-eating barbarians. We lived together and died together! I don't want to hide it from you. I threw away the naginata in my hand. Tenyi, and gave the gold boatmaker the Buddhist beads on his wrist... Probably the Buddha told me that my fate with the temple should be over!... Counting the time, it has indeed been ten years since I became a monk..."

"Next spring, if we can go back alive and send this batch of expensive goods to Kyoto... I won't owe anything to the temple, and I can ask for a sum of money. Then, I will resign from the temple... Haha! I am going Return to vulgarity, remarry a woman, and work hard to have two cubs!..."

"Ah? Watanabe, you...do you want to return to vulgarity?"

Hearing this, Murakami Jitong shook his head, recovering from the daze where his faith was shaken. He touched his samurai Tsukiyo's head, then looked at Watanabe's bald head, and asked curiously.

"Watanabe, you look older, you should be older than me? Are you thirty-five years old? Thirty-eight years old?... Hey! Are you this old? No wonder you know a lot... By the way, Watanabe, you Is there anyone in the family who continues the incense? If you are too old to give birth, you can adopt a nephew..."

"Uh! Murakami, I probably can still give birth...As for Xianghuo, I had a daughter before I became a monk, and she stayed in Hizen's hometown. Now I should marry and have children!...In addition, I have a younger brother, who is a Great character!…”

Speaking of his younger brother, the monk Watanabe Masumi lowered his eyes, his eyes were obviously complicated, and his expression was tight, but he didn't know what he had experienced.

"Blessed by the Buddha! Watanabe, you even have a grandson?"

Murakami Jitong's eyes widened, both a little surprised and a little envious. Then, he asked a question that he had been puzzled for a long time.

"Watanabe, after you return to vulgarity, do you still use your previous name? What was your previous name?"

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Hearing this question, the monk soldier Masumi Watanabe shrank his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he nodded hesitantly and only answered half a sentence.

"Should be able to use it... at least use the family name..."

"Ah? Then what was your last name before?"

"The meat is almost done, you can cook the rice...the meat is cooked and the rice is fragrant, the taste is good!..."

As the cold wind blew, the monk Watanabe Masumi tightened his leather robe, lowered his head and reached out, about to get the rice bag. But Murakami Jitong took the first step, took the rice bag in his hand, and stared at Watanabe's face.

"You can't trust me? Still want to eat my porridge?..."

". Believable. Hey!"

Looking at each other for a few breaths, the soldier monk Watanabe Masumi's expression changed, and he sighed helplessly.

"Okay! My family's surname is Longzuosi. The common word for Diliu is 'jia'..."

"Longzao Temple? Home?"

Murakami Jitong blinked his eyes, then his face changed, and he let out a sound of shock.

"Hey! Tou fluent characters? Watanabe, you are actually a samurai, a noble samurai?!..."

"Ha! It's just a down-and-out martial artist!..."

The monk soldier Masumi Watanabe smiled wryly and shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he turned around and walked to the simple stable in the corner of the camp, leaving only one order.

"Murakami, come cook the rice, and I'll leave the venison porridge to you! I'll go see Suichiro and call him over to eat with us!..."