"Master, why don't you let me beg alchemy today!"

On this day, Zhong Sheng finally couldn't help himself and volunteered to request the task.

When the two of them interacted with each other, they were quite calm. They were meditating and meditating. One was willing to teach and the other was willing to learn.

Time flies, Zhongsheng's scalp has grown, and his hair has grown a short layer.

I expect that in two or three months, I can wear my hair in a bun again.

The only dissatisfaction is that the food is too bad.

Bodhidharma has profound Dharma and perfect moral character, but his alms skills are really not that good?

After roasting tubers, stewing haggis, and boiling pearls, a variety of dark dishes followed.

Zhong Sheng used to have no taboos and dared to eat anything. Only after seeing Bodhidharma's recipes did he realize that there is a world outside the world and there are people outside the world.

"Hey, I forgot Bodhidharma's ancestral home."

Zhong Sheng was fetching water one day, and when he saw his reflection in the water, he had lost a lot of weight, and felt that he could not go on like this.

So, he took the initiative to find Bodhidharma and asked for alchemy.

"That's fine."

Bodhidharma did not refuse and took a copper bowl and gave it to Zhong Sheng.

Holding the copper bowl in his hand, Zhong Sheng turned from the alley to the main road and saw that the flow of people was gradually getting denser.

After entering a small town, the streets are full of people

Zhong Sheng thought to himself, is it difficult to beg alms like this? Just find someone...

"I, the monk, make money!"

"What?"

"Uh, it's alms."

"No."

After an unpleasant conversation, Zhong walked away angrily. What kind of alms are worse than begging?

Is it ridiculous that you can’t hit someone when you’re angry?

After walking for a long time, the copper bowl was empty.

Zhong Sheng has learned from experience. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, which is not a good target for alms.

Also, you can tell whether you are rich or poor by looking at your clothes. It is difficult for the poor to have enough to eat, so how can they have money to give alms?

There are many rich people who are stingy and stingy, as you can tell just by looking at their dress.

Full of practical theories, but still can’t get any money.

It seems that I have wrongly blamed Bodhidharma. These days, every family has no food left, and there is nothing to give to others if they want to.

Zhong Sheng was hungry and thirsty, so he knocked on a door and asked for a bowl of water.

Food is precious, well water is free.

Zhong Sheng drank a lot of water and decided that he could not go on like this. He asked for food in vain. What is the difference between this and begging for food?

I am a seven-foot tall man, but with all my strength, I can’t make a living anywhere.

Thinking of this, Zhong Sheng began to look for opportunities to work part-time.

Hard work pays off.

At the entrance of a grain store, the paving stone cracked, and the hooves of the packhorse fell into the hole.

Snap, the carriage fell to the ground with a crash.

Suddenly, there was a lot of excitement, bags of grain fell to the ground, and countless particles poured out from the breach.

"Yellow rice."

Zhong Sheng saw that those grains were millet, one of the five grains, also known as yellow rice.

At the entrance of the grain store, the storekeeper and waiters were extremely anxious.

The hooves of the packhorse were stuck in the crevices of the rocks and were worn out by the struggle. They were bloody and bloody and were kicking and biting in pain, making it impossible for others to get close to them.

It jumped wildly, bumping constantly, and the food on the car was thrown around. The sacks burst and all the wine was scattered on the street.

A cart of grain is about to be wasted.

"I'll do it."

Zhong Sheng held the bronze bowl in his left hand and walked step by step to the injured horse.

The guys at the grain store exclaimed, "Monk, you don't want to die."

The packhorse went crazy with severe pain and could kick someone to death with one hoof. Anyone who came near was seeking death.

They have sent people to ask the butcher to come over with a knife and kill the crazy horse in order to settle the matter.

"It's okay, I have Dharma to comfort you."

Zhong Sheng freed up his free right hand and pulled away the horse's hoof that was kicked into his chest.

The next moment, he put his palm on the head of the pack horse and whispered, "Give me face and stop making trouble."

"I don't have a good temper. If you don't listen, I'll beat you to death."

After hearing this, the packhorse immediately became quiet and looked at the broken leg with watery eyes.

"This is easy to handle."

Zhong Sheng raised his foot and stepped on it, smashing the stone slab into pieces, and carefully took out the injured leg of the pack horse.

The matter is resolved.

"Congratulations, your hoof is not broken, you don't have to be sent to the soup pot."

These days, regardless of war horses and pack horses, as long as the hoof is broken, the only way is to kill and eat meat.

The packhorse wrapped up the wound and was led to the backyard of the grain store.

"Thank you monk for your help"

Zhong Sheng didn't talk nonsense, he raised the bronze bowl in his left hand and said, "Alchemy."

The cut grain bag poured out yellow rice like water, filling the copper bowl in the blink of an eye.

"If I had known better, I would have brought the pot."

Zhong Sheng was very sorry that even if he filled the copper bowl, it would barely be enough for one meal.

He glanced around the corner of the grain store and saw something that interested him.

"What is that?"

The clerk took the thing and said, "This is a millet stick."

The old stems of millet are light and strong, and can be cut into canes, which are durable and convenient.

When grain stores go to the countryside to collect grain, they will use a few millet sticks to add to the harvest, which is not valuable.

"Give me one."

"If the monk wants it, just take it."

It was already dusk when Zhong Sheng returned to the campsite excitedly, taking the rice and millet sticks with him.

Bodhidharma was still in the same posture as when he left, obviously he had been meditating for a long time.

"Master, let's eat yellow rice tonight."

The next step is to fetch water, wash rice, and prepare dinner.

"Oops, I forgot to bring food."

Zhong Sheng slapped his forehead and looked happy. Is it possible to have only staple food and no side dishes?

"It's already very good."

Bodhidharma said gently, "Five grains nourish people."

Zhong Sheng took out the millet stick from his waist and held it up with both hands.

"Master, I've been on a hard journey, so I came back in the form of a millet stick and gave it to you."

Bodhidharma took the millet stick and stared at it for a long time, "Thank you very much."

Perhaps because he felt that reciprocity should be reciprocated, he asked Zhong Sheng, "How about I give you a Buddhist name?"

Zhong Sheng quickly declined, "No, I really don't need it, I don't plan to work for a long time."

"When my hair grows long, I will no longer be a monk."

While waiting for Huang Liang to cook, Zhong Sheng told Bodhidharma what he had seen today.

"Master, I searched around, but no one is willing to give alms."
To be continued...