“...... Come, Yun Hui, eat some of this, and see if Mom's craft has regressed. ”

"Thank you, Mom. ”

At the dining table, the old lady held dishes for her daughter-in-law from time to time, and while talking, the middle-aged woman also smiled and responded,

"Zen Master Junkong, young man, you can eat too, you're welcome, take care of yourself. ”

The old lady turned her head and greeted the old monk and Lian Ge,

Lian Ge smiled, took the bowl, took the chopsticks and ate the dishes,

The mice on the ground on the side also fought around the bowl of porridge,

The old monk looked at the family at the table, and after a pause, he picked up the bowl, took the faded chopsticks, and poured porridge into his mouth.

......

"Decheng, don't go to sea this morning, turn over the roof of this house, clean up, look at this day, maybe there will be strong winds and heavy rain in the past two days, there were two nobles last night, otherwise you will have to eat in the water this morning." ”

"Cheng, after eating, I will take a ladder up and take a look, and pick up the tiles that should be picked up again. ”

"Wait, wait until it's a little bit dry on this roof. ”

"It's also a ......"

At the dining table, the old lady's family talked about some trivial things, and the small words added a little calm with the sea breeze that blew into the hall from time to time.

Lian Ge drank porridge, picked up chopsticks from time to time, smiled slightly, and listened quietly,

The old monk held the porridge bowl, held chopsticks, dialed the porridge in the bowl, and watched.

......

“...... Zen Master Jikong, young man, I'm asking Decheng to serve you a bowl. ”

After the old lady's family finished eating one after another, the old lady turned her head and said to Lian Ge and the old monk,

"Thank you for the old man's bowl of porridge, one bowl is enough. Lian Ge smiled. Putting down the porridge bowl,

"You're welcome, lad. There's nothing to entertain at home, so don't blame us, young man. There is still some porridge in the pot, if it is not enough, add more. ”

The old lady smiled and said again,

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head,

Seeing this, the old lady didn't persuade again, turned her head to look at the old monk,

And the old monk has already put down the bowl,

"Thank you to the donor for the porridge, and the poor monks have already eaten. ”

As he spoke, the old monk took his bowl and stood up.

"Okay...... If you want to wash the dishes, it was still there yesterday. ”

The old lady also stood up and began to clean up the dishes on the table,

"Thank you, donor. Bending slightly towards the old lady again, the old monk moved his steps and walked into the kitchen.

“...... Mom, I'll help you. ”

"Mom can come by herself, you can just sit down. ”

"Yunhui, my mother and I will clean up, just a few bowls, you can just sit here and rest for a while. ”

The middle-aged woman held her stomach and wanted to stand up to help clean up, but the old lady hurriedly persuaded her, and the middle-aged man on the side also quickly stood up and persuaded.

......

Cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, the old lady and the middle-aged man walked into the kitchen,

The old monk who had washed the dishes and chopsticks also walked back to the hall, and after a pause, the old monk moved his steps and walked towards the room where he had lived before.

took out his bag and walked out again,

After draining the washed dishes and chopsticks, the old monk put the dishes and chopsticks back into his bag and took out the yellowed scripture again.

And at this time, the old lady and the middle-aged man who had cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks also came out of the kitchen again.

"Donor,"

The old monk bowed slightly towards the old lady's family,

"Thanks to the benefactor for giving the poor monk a place to shelter from the wind and rain for the night, he gave two bowls of porridge to the poor monk. The poor monk has no long things and cannot repay them, so he hopes that the donor can allow the poor monk to recite a sutra for the donor to express his gratitude. ”

"Where did Zen Master Jiekong say, my wife and I are also a believer in Buddhism, and Buddhism talks about accumulating virtues. Just a few bowls of porridge, it's convenient, what do you need to repay. The old lady hurriedly said,

"However, Zen Master Junkong is willing to preach the scriptures for my wife and me, and I am naturally willing to listen. ”

The old lady smiled and replied, "Zen Master Jikong, look, do you need to find a quieter place?" I made a shrine in that room, and it was in that room that the old woman wanted to recite and read the scriptures when I wanted to read the scriptures. ”

"Don't dare to trouble the donor again. ”

The old monk shook his head,

"That'...... Zen Master Jikong, do you think it's appropriate?"

"It's in this room. As the old monk spoke, he took the yellowed scripture and the bag on his back, and sat down cross-legged on the floor of the hall.

Seeing this, the old lady hurriedly sat down cross-legged on the ground.

The middle-aged woman with a straight stomach looked at the old lady, propped up the chair, and was about to get up.

“...... If you are willing to listen to the chanting of the poor monks, you can sit and stand without deliberately. ”

Seeing this, the old monk said aloud,

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she hesitated and sat down on the chair again, and the middle-aged man also found a stool to sit down on.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning over, and stood up from the seat.

The mice on the ground on the side also jumped onto Lian Ge's shoulder again, turned his head, and looked around.

......

The old monk spread out the book, looked at the handwriting on the book, paused, followed it, and began to recite,

“...... Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, when he walks deep in Prajnaparamita......"

The old monk was reciting the Heart Sutra, and when the chanting sounded, the room seemed to be quiet, and only the sound of chanting the scriptures echoed.

The old lady, who was sitting cross-legged not far in front of the old monk, was immersed in it not long after the chanting sounded,

The middle-aged man and middle-aged woman who were sitting further back also followed, slowly closing their eyes and listening,

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk who was reciting the scriptures, listened to the sound of the scriptures echoing in the hall, turned his gaze, and looked into the distance outside the hall.

The old monk's chanting voice is subdued and frustrated, with a special and regular rhythm, not like chanting, but chanting,

The sound of the scriptures echoed, although there was no magic, but it was like a breeze blowing on the bank of a stream under the moon.

“...... The Bodhisattva reveals the truth, and the Bodhisattva ......"

After reciting the Heart Sutra, the old monk stopped, but the hall was still quiet.

The old lady was still immersed in it, and the middle-aged man and middle-aged woman reopened their eyes, but they didn't make a sound to disturb.

Lian Ge glanced at the old lady's family and the old monk, smiled slightly, and didn't say anything.

......

“...... Amitabha, Master Zen Master Archival Buddhism is profound, listening to Master Archival chanting once, I feel like I have been washed from the inside out, and it is much cleaner and more comfortable. ”

After a long time, the old lady opened her eyes again, smiled a little happily, and said,

When the old monk heard this, he shook his head, closed the yellowed scripture again, put it in his bag, and stood up again.

"The poor monk has shallow Buddhism, and he knows little about the scriptures. ”

"Zen Master Junkong is humble. The old lady also stood up.

Hearing this, the old monk shook his head again.

......

"Old man, I've eaten porridge and listened to a passage from Zen Master Junkong, it's time for me to leave. ”

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, retracted his gaze, stepped forward, and said with a smile,

"It's still wet outside, so let's wait and go. When the old lady heard this, she turned her head and said,

Hearing this, Lian Ge shook his head slightly.

“...... Thank you to the donor for the porridge and stay overnight, and the poor monk should go. ”

On the side, the old monk also followed closely and said loudly,

"This ...... Why don't you stay any longer? When the road is dry at noon, it's better to walk. The old lady came out again.

Laughing and shaking his head again, Lian Ge turned around and walked towards the outside of the house,

Behind him, the old monk also followed,

"That'...... Zen Master Junkong, young man, you go slowly, and when you pass by the old woman's house again, remember to come and sit again. ”

The old lady took two steps and sent it to the door, and said to Lian Ge and the old monk.