chapter 11

Sensing that someone had come, the old man turned around and was surprised to see Xuanxin, who had an extraordinary bearing and a compassionate face.

He quickly got up and asked, "Master, what can I do for you, Old Man?"

Xuanxin, who was wearing a gorgeous brocade cassock and holding a noble nine-ringed monk's staff and a purple gold alms bowl, said, "Old man, I am the abbot of the Shaolin Temple. My Buddhist name is Xuanxin."

"Today, I came down from the mountain to beg for your alms."

At this moment, Xuanxin's sea of consciousness was filled with the Light of Buddha.

As soon as Xuanxin finished speaking, the short stall owner selling steamed pancakes and the owner selling Yangchun noodles on the street all widened their eyes.

They looked at Xuanxin in disbelief.

They didn't expect that Xuanxin walked over to ask for alms from the old man.

Even Xuan Yuan, who was behind Xuanxin, looked at this scene in disbelief.

When the passersby noticed this scene, they all stopped in their tracks to watch and cast curious gazes at them.

"You want me to give alms to you?"

The seriously ill old man looked at the sacred and extraordinary Xuanxin with confusion and surprise in his eyes.

He couldn't believe his ears.

"Master, Old Man has contracted a serious disease and is about to die."

"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, "Even if I want to give you something, I have nothing to give you."

"My house, my fields, my food, everything I have has been given to those in need."

"I'm about to die and have nothing. If I still have something, I will definitely give it to you."

"But … what should I do? I have nothing to give you. All I have now are things that others don't want … "

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

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

Because there was nothing to give to a divine monk like Xuanxin.

The old man looked ashamed, but the sincerity and kindness he showed moved Xuanxin.

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

Xuanxin looked at the rice soup in the small broken bowl and said with a sincere expression.

At this moment, Xuanxin's sea of consciousness was filled with Buddhist light.

He had an epiphany.

As soon as Xuanxin finished speaking, the onlookers immediately exploded …

"Is this monk crazy?"

"You went down the mountain to beg for alms, and I gave you a wok to eat for free. In the end, didn't you come back and ask for a bowl of stinky rice soup?"

The short man selling steamed pancakes couldn't help but say angrily.

He sold steamed biscuits and could not earn much in a day. It was barely enough to make ends meet.

Out of respect for Xuanxin, I gave you the steamed biscuits for free.

Unexpectedly, you didn't appreciate my kindness and bought it to ask the old man for a bowl of stinky rice soup.

"That's right. I was kind enough to give him a bowl of vegetarian noodles, but he didn't even pay attention to it. He turned around and asked the old man for a bowl of rice soup."

"Who is this monk looking down on?"

The owner of the Yangchun noodles felt that Xuanxin was looking down on him.

"I gave you a wok, but you didn't eat it. I gave you a bowl of noodles, but you came to ask the old man for a bowl of stinky rice soup?"

"You really don't know what's good for you."

"Has this monk lost his mind?"

"That's right. He looks extraordinary. I thought he was an eminent monk."

"Haha, he wants the old man to give him a bowl of stinky rice soup?"

"Is his brain damaged? Isn't this monk afraid that the old man will infect him? "

"The monk of the Shaolin Temple of Shaoshi Mountain is just a small temple in the mountains. Is this monk worthy of being called an eminent monk?"

"This monk is sick. This old man is infected with a bad disease and is about to die. Why did he run over and ask for a bowl of rice soup?"

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The pedestrians who stopped to watch on the street were all talking and even snorting.

They showed disdain and disdain.

They couldn't understand what Xuanxin was doing.

Not only the pedestrians couldn't understand, but even Xuan Yuan was dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand what Junior Brother Abbot was trying to do.

"Abbot, there are many rich families in the town. We don't need to beg here …"

Facing more and more people on the street, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but feel anxious.

There were many rich merchants in this town, and there were even many rich people. In Xuan Yuan's view, Xuanxin's temperament and bearing.

And profound Buddhist doctrine.

With this outfit, even if the Shaolin Temple was just a small temple in the mountains.

It would be easy to find a rich dog and beg for some money.

Why did he come here and ask for sour and smelly rice soup from an old man who was about to die?

In the face of the people's pointing and all kinds of criticism.

They showed disdain and contempt.

Xuanxin put his palms together and was not affected at all. The Buddha's light in his sea of consciousness was pervasive, and a sincere smile appeared on his beautiful face.

He really understood.

What was the richest person in spirit?

What was karma?

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

The old man looked at Xuanxin with an incredible look and asked, "Do you really want it?"

Xuanxin nodded affirmatively.

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

Xuanxin bowed and handed over his honorable purple gold alms bowl.

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

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

The street was full of pedestrians. When they saw Xuanxin, who had beautiful facial features and the temperament of a divine monk, drinking the rice soup, their eyes showed more disdain and contempt …

They covered their mouths and noses, feeling disgusted. How could they drink such rice soup?

"Abbot …"

Xuan Yuan, who was behind him, was dumbfounded.

This Junior Brother Abbot was the reincarnation of Buddha, the hope of Shaolin, the living Buddha.

It was the first time he went down the mountain to ask for alms, but he actually asked a seriously ill and smelly old man for a bowl of sour and smelly rice soup?

And he really drank it in public!

Why was that? Why did he do this? What happened to Junior Brother Abbot?

He couldn't understand and was extremely confused. He couldn't understand Xuanxin's actions.

When he saw Xuanxin drinking the sour and smelly rice soup, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Master …"

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

"Thank you, benefactor!"

"This bowl of rice soup is the best thing you have, and also the most precious thing you have."

"You are willing to give it to me, which shows that you have the heart to help others. In terms of spirit, you are the richest person."

"Buddha will bless you. You are already a Daoist."

Xuanxin understood. After saying this to the old man with a sincere face, he turned around and handed the purple gold alms bowl to Xuan Yuan.

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

"Abbot …"

Xuan Yuan's mind went blank. He was already dumbfounded.

"Finish it."

Xuanxin handed the purple gold alms bowl to Xuan Yuan and said lightly.

"Ah?"

"Abbot … this … this …"

He took the purple gold alms bowl from Xuanxin and saw that there was still some rice soup left in it.

Xuan Yuan was dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.

"Drink."

Xuanxin just stared at Xuan Yuan.

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

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

At this moment, Xuan Yuan was trembling all over.

After being stunned for three or four seconds, he picked up the purple gold alms bowl and forced himself to drink the remaining rice soup