Day 17.
Half gourd wine. The monk sang a drunken song, and as he passed the dusk, the half-gourd wine broke free from his waist and fled into my yard, trying to hide in the grass under the fence, and was discovered by my little slipper.
I said, "Are you a gourd?".
He said, "The gourd is my frivolous skin, and I am the wine."
I said, "The heart is a gourd of wine, and it should not belong to the Buddhist monks."
The wine said, "I do not belong to the monk, but the monk belongs to me."
I said, "What's the meaning of this?"
The wine said: The monk was imprisoned in the Buddha's desires, I secretly released him, let him be happy in the six desires, I am kind to him, and naturally I am his master.
I said, "If you make a Buddhist a fugitive and a monk a monk, you will be a disaster and not a blessing."
The wine said, "What is a blessing or a curse?"Blessings with hard work?!Blessings to be obedient?!Eating meat is a curse?!Luotuo is uninhibited?!You can't feel the pain, you can't name yourself for good fortune and misfortune, and your Excellency is also a prisoner in the world!
I smiled: since he claims to be the blessed master of the monk, why should he escape him?
The wine said: "The monk's nature, I can help him understand his nature, but I don't want to be an excuse for him to go crazy." An honest monk, drinking syrup like wine, not drunk and upside down. He carries me on my back every day, drinks when I meet people, says crazy things, and does some bad things, so that people mistakenly think that I am the source of the upside, the head of madness. This is what I am unwilling to do, what is it if I don't escape?
I said: Listening to such words, the breath is clear and wonderful, and I don't know where the fairy land is.
The wine said: I am a red pearl in Honda, and a sorghum in Longshang, and I am a sweet and sweet family in the autumn soil, and I don't want to fall into the kettle, get into a stinky dumpling, and suck it in the world for several years, before I became this non-sour and non-sweet astringent.
I said: Maybe it's because of this experience that I can get drunk and not get drunk.
The wine shook his head, sighed and whispered: If I am a human being, what does it matter if I am drunk?What's the point?Now I am wine, and the wind is hesitant, and the moon is hesitant.
I tied the gourd to the gate so that the moonlight could see his sway.
Perhaps tomorrow, his servant or master, will come back and take him secretly, after all, to get drunk in the world, you really need an excuse for a gourd.
I was also drunk, and I fell drunk on the man's bed, as if I had escaped from the world.