“...... Donor,"

After stepping out of the courtyard and walking a few steps along the still wet village road, the old monk's voice sounded behind Lian Ge,

paused slightly, and didn't look back,

Immediately after, the old monk who was carrying his bag and re-supporting the branch stepped on the muddy water that was still accumulating on the road, walked a few steps, and walked to Lian Ge's side.

"I haven't consulted the donor before. The old monk held on to the branch, turned his head, and paused before asking.

"Lian Ge. ”

"Lord Lian," the old monk looked at Lian Ge, clasped his hands together and leaned slightly, "...... Is the benefactor traveling?"

Glancing at the old monk, Lian Ge smiled slightly and nodded,

“...... I don't know, can the poor monk go on a journey with the Lian benefactor?" the old monk leaned over and said,

"The benefactor is a man of great wisdom, and the poor monk is confused...... I hope to walk with the honest donor for a while, and solve the confusion of the poor monk with the great wisdom of the donor. ”

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk who was lying around, smiled slightly, and turned his gaze back,

Moved his steps again, and continued to walk along the wet village road,

"I'm not the only one on this road, if Master Junkong wants to follow, let's follow. ”

"Thank you, Lord Lian. The old monk bowed and chanted, and then quickly followed.

......

Along the wet village road, Lian Ge moved forward, and the old monk on his side supported the branch, following closely,

The muddy road mixed with muddy water is a little sticky, and after being stepped on by the previous people, it looks a little potholed.

The old monk held on to the branches, walked with some difficulty, and from time to time brought some muddy water on the cloth shoes.

“...... Lord Lian, last night's rain ......"

On both sides of the village road along the way, in the courtyards of each house, some villagers are either eating breakfast or busy cleaning up the yard.

In the yard, there are some tiles, and the branches and leaves on the trees on the side of the courtyard are mixed with some muddy water, which looks a little messy.

Lian Ge walked forward, while watching, the old monk also looked at it, and asked out loud,

“...... It seems that the donor's house last night was not affected by the wind and rain, and it was the donor who was Lian ......."

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the old monk, didn't say anything, turned his gaze back, and continued to move his steps towards the front,

"Zen Master Jikong, how long have you been out?"

Looking into the distance, walking, Lian Ge asked in a calm tone,

Hearing this, the old monk turned his gaze back and was silent for a moment before replying,

“...... Twelve years. ”

Walking forward, the old monk said,

"Twelve years ago, the poor monk was confused and difficult to solve, and it was difficult to settle down during sitting meditation, and distracting thoughts were breeding and lingering. Rummaging through the Buddhist scriptures, I have been searching for hard work, but the confusion is still difficult to dispel...... I took my bags, a set of monk's robes, a hand-copied scripture, and a piece of chopsticks, and left the temple......"

The old monk held on to the branches, walking, his eyes were a little trance,

“...... In the past 12 years, the poor monk has traveled to many places and seen many things. At first, the clothes had been torn many times, and the pair of chopsticks had already been damaged, and now this pair of chopsticks was given to a donor five years ago...... But that confusion is still difficult to solve, and some poor monks think that they understand things are becoming more and more confused......"

Listening to the old monk's narration, Lian Ge walked forward, looked into the distance, and didn't say anything.

The sea breeze in the distance blows from time to time, and some muddy water splashes under your feet from time to time, and the sound of words, wind, and muddy water is mixed,

“...... When I was 10 years old in 48, I lived with my parents in a mountain col. It was a village in a mountain col, and there were only a few dozen families in the whole village, and there was only one road connected to the outside, and the other directions were surrounded by mountains. ”

The old monk paused again and continued,

“...... In front of my parents' house, there was a cherry tree, and behind the tree there was a chicken pen with a few chickens, and every evening, my mother would release the chickens from the chicken pen and sprinkle some of the chaff in the yard for the chickens to peck at and eat. The chickens did not eat all around the chaff, but some of them walked along the side of the yard to the side of the road, pecking at the insects in the grass by the roadside, and some of them flew high and flew to the branches of the cherry trees, and my mother had to take a broom made of an iron broom to drive the chicken down from the tree.

On the hill behind the house, there are still some wild fruit trees and fruit vines, which will bear some fruit every year, some red and some green, some sour and some astringent, and if you go to pick them later every year, you will be pecked and eaten by birds......

The old monk said, holding on to the branches, and his tone was calm,

“...... In the summer of '48, when I went to the back of the house, on the other side of the mountain, to pick wild fruits, I saw a man, lying at the foot of the mountain, no longer moving, as if he had fainted. I ran down the hill and woke him up, and he opened his eyes and told me that he wanted to drink water, so I took him by the hand and went into the village from the only way into the village, and came to my house and gave him water to drink. ”

He drank the water, rested for a while, and left the village. ”

As he spoke, the old monk paused,

“...... When the poor monk saw him again, he rode a tall horse, with a strong man with a knife and a gun, and drove the villagers, the poor monk's parents, and the poor monk.

He was a bandit in the mountains not far from the other side, and he knew that there was a village here, so he led people to break into the village from that road, robbed the rice and poultry in the village, and killed the poor monk's parents, leaving only the poor monk. ”

“...... A few months later, the poor monk master passed through the village and outside the mountain, met the poor monk, and took the poor monk back to the temple. ”

"The temple is not big, in a mountain forest, on the top of the mountain, the poor monk master is the host of the temple, and below, there is only a big poor monk in his thirties.

There, the poor monk was ordained, shaved his ordination, became a monk, and practiced the Dharma. ”

"Master gave me a copy of the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra and told me to practice the Dharma diligently. ”

“...... After that, the poor monks also went down the mountain several times, visited many famous mountains and ancient temples, read some Buddhist scriptures, met some eminent monks, and also saw that the bandits had obtained evil results. ”

"At the age of forty, the poor monk came out of the temple, in order to prove the Dharma, he walked all the way to asceticism, spent three years, saw and heard a lot of feelings, thought that there was a gain, and returned to the temple. ”

After that, the poor monk thought that the confusion in his heart had disappeared, and he never left the temple again, but just sat in meditation in the temple and comprehended the boundless Dharma. ”

As he spoke, the old monk fell silent again, just holding on to the branches, stepping on the wet mud of his sticky feet, and walking forward,

Lian Ge glanced at the old monk, turned his gaze back, and continued to move his steps,

"Zen Master Junkong, look up, what do you see?"

Looking into the distance, Lian Ge said in a calm tone.

Hearing the sound, the old monk raised his head and looked forward along the wet village road.

“...... The poor monk saw that a donor was turning over and riding a motorcycle, a small donor was next to him, with his hands open, unwilling to let him leave, and a female donor was coaxing the little donor on the side, talking to the donor, as if to ask him to be careful on the road......

The poor monk saw that an old benefactor was untying the entangled fishing nets in the courtyard, and a small benefactor was running around him, smiling happily......

The poor monk also saw that a donor was eating breakfast by the courtyard, and a donor was wearing boots and carrying a bucket passing by the roadside, and the poor monk ......"

The old monk's words were mixed with the sea breeze blowing from time to time, and the words coming from the courtyard of a house on his side, intertwined,

“...... Child's father, be careful on the road, come back early when you buy things, the weather has been bad recently, and the road is not easy to walk......"

"Okay, I know ......"

"Dad, I'm going too, I want to go too......"

"Well, when Dad comes back, I'll buy you a watermelon to eat. ”

......

"Lao Chen, what are you eating?"

"The rice has just been cooked, just eaten, why don't you eat it together?"

"No, no, I have to go to town. Didn't I bring back a fish last night and said to keep it for my mother to eat, but my mother was reluctant to eat it, so she had to let me sell it and give Xiaoting more living expenses......"

"That's it, then you go slowly......"

The words in the courtyard of each house rang in the ears with the gust of sea breeze, and the old monk's words gradually subsided and fell silent again.