Although Cicada Temple is not a big temple, there is an endless stream of believers who come to pay their respects. In many cases, thousands of believers are received in a day, and in rare cases, there are hundreds of believers. In the past, Jingkong was busy alone, but now with Miqi, Jingkong also feels that the burden on his shoulders is much lighter. He finally had time to study his magnum opus, Dream of the Red Chamber.

Mi Qi's eyes were sharp, of course he saw him lazy and stealing. But she doesn't have much to say about the monks, so let's do our part.

When she was at her brother's place, she didn't have much else to do every day except cooking. As soon as people are idle, they can't help but think about unhappy things, and their mood is naturally very depressed. Now I am busy every day, and I sleep at night, and I have almost no time to think. After being busy like this for more than a month, she not only did not lose weight, but grew four or five pounds of meat. This is a miracle. Because Jingkong is a serious monk with professional ethics, there is really no meat at the dinner table in Cicada Temple. Miqi has eaten boiled vegetables for a month, and he can still gain weight. This is simply not in line with modern science and modern nutrition.

Jingkong's explanation for this was that the Buddha was pitiful, because seeing that she was as thin as skin and bones, he specially rewarded her with a few catties of meat; Mi Shan said that she was wide in heart and fat, and when she was in a good mood, she would naturally grow meat. According to him, fat people all over the world live happily?—— in fact, if she doesn't raise the bar, she also agrees with her brother's statement.

For more than a month in the Cicada Temple, every day there are believers looking for a clear space to complain about their troubles. Miki sat on the sidelines, not to eavesdrop on purpose, but always to hear a little.

As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and this is really true. Humans are animals with very different appearances, different backgrounds, and uneven ages, but when you break through the skin and look at the naked heart, it seems that there are always some scars engraved on it.

Miki was very impressed by a high school girl who was seduced and raped by her homeroom teacher, so she was full of shame and wanted to die immediately. But in the end, he was young and did not have the courage to commit suicide. But the reality in our country is that whenever a girl is raped, the victim is more or less blamed. Therefore, she neither dared to call the police nor tell her parents, so she could only run to the Buddha to seek spiritual liberation.

Compared with this little girl, Miqi's things can be described in eight big words: "pretentious and moaning without disease". Life in this world is inherently full of suffering. There are so many little sisters who are young, and they are trying to live, what is she so depressed?

So she cheered up and re-examined herself and her whole life.

Soon summer was in Huaguo Mountain, and Miki remembered that the first time she came here was around this time. Huaguoshan is of course good, she always tolerates herself regardless of returns. Whenever she was in trouble or frustrated, she always returned, and although it was not her home, it had become a haven for her soul.

But it's time for her to get out of here, and she can't stay passive. and the master of the clear space explained his intentions, and the other party was still the same old-fashioned, with his hands folded Amitabha.

"Donors have always been very free. He said this in a somewhat envious tone.

Miki thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case. She is also the one who is coming, and she is the one who is leaving, and it is all up to her own heart to go or stay anyway.

There will be a small long holiday next week, and there must be a lot of believers who come to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, so Miqi and Jingkong agreed that she will leave after the small long holiday. Jingkong is a monk anyway, and he doesn't care about worldly feelings, she said she was leaving, but he didn't persuade her to stay, nor did he help her point out the way forward, as if he was very relieved about her future.

On the contrary, Miqi is not worried about his future. She endured and endured, and finally couldn't help but say to the clear space: "Master, let's watch "Dream of Red Mansions" less. ”

Only then did Jingkong realize that his small movements had been exposed, he was a monk, and he couldn't lie and deny it, so he could only blush and have a thick neck.

"What's wrong with 'Dream of the Red Chamber'? Can't monks watch 'Dream of the Red Chamber'?"

Mi Qi seemed a little embarrassed: "It's not that you can't watch "Dream of Red Mansions" if you are a monk, but "Dream of Red Mansions" is also too noisy, I'm afraid that you will be provoked to vulgarity when you watch it." ”

Clearance didn't speak.

He just can't let go of the hustle and bustle of "Dream of Red Mansions", and he can't let go of the hustle and bustle of Hongchen.

"Amitabha. ”

He folded his hands and closed his eyes to recite the Heart Sutra in silence.

Seeing this, Miki quietly retreated.

As Miqi foresaw, there were waves of believers who came to the temple to burn incense during the long holiday, and this stubble is the next one. Hundreds or thousands of people have to be received by herself, not to mention other chores, she is really a little busy.

But the clear space has been closed since that day, and naturally he cannot be counted on. Miki had no choice but to call Miyama and them over to help.

At the end of the day, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening when I had dinner. They set up a small round table under the velvet flower tree in the courtyard, and sat together to enjoy the rare peace. Without lighting the lamp, the bright moonlight illuminated their faces through the sparse branches.

The evening breeze is blowing, the air is faintly filled with the fragrance of flowers, and small insects such as crickets and crickets sing to help the fun. It was a beautiful night, and everyone didn't speak, for fear that if they were not careful, they would break the beautiful atmosphere.

A flower fell on Yoneshan's head, and he looked up, the plush pink and white flowers of the velvet tree swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight gilded her with a bewitching glow.

"It's strange to say, it's obviously a pure place for Buddhism, what is not good to plant, what kind of velvet trees have to be carried. ”

The other three blamed him for ruining his fun, so they deliberately ignored him. Yoneyama is very eyeless, and he continues to talk nonsense without giving up.

"Sister, did you say?"

Miki put the dishes and chopsticks on the table: "I don't know." ”

Chang Ke also glanced at him, he looked at Xiahou Jing and found that the other party also had a look of disgrace on his face. Only then did he know that he had said the wrong thing, but which one he said wrong, then he really didn't know.

After a while, the clear space that had not been seen for several days came out of the hole, and the moonlight was too beautiful tonight, and he was also attracted. Standing under the hallway, he looked up at the night sky forty-five degrees. Mishan gave full play to the spirit of "breaking the casserole and asking the end" of scientific research workers, and at the same time, with the unique incomprehensible temperament of science and engineering men, he threw out the previous questions again.

He first folded his hands and saluted, "Good evening, master." Then he pointed to the tree above his head, and like the best schoolboy in his class, his face was full of thirst for the truth.

"Master, why are you planting a velvet tree in the temple?"

Hearing this, Qingkong's face changed greatly, "What did you say?"

Mi Qi and Chang Ke tried their best to look at him, but he turned a blind eye and was bent on unlocking the secret.

He repeated the question: "I said why should the temple plant a velvet flower tree, doesn't the velvet flower tree symbolize the love of men and women, and does it have any special significance to plant this in the temple?"

The clear space was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he almost couldn't stand, and he held on to the pillar.

"You—you mean this tree is a velvet tree?" his voice trembled.

Miki had already pounced on Yoneyama and covered her mouth, but Yoneyama took her hand away.

"That's right. Yoneyama said with a look of course, and then began to endorse. "The velvet flower tree, also known as the lantana, is the original tepal subclass of the angiosperm phylum Dicotyledonous Phylum in the plant kingdom-"

Chang Ke couldn't bear it: "You can shut up!"

Yoneyama didn't know why, but he kept his mouth shut.

Qingkong sat down on the stone bench, his face pale, his lips trembling slightly.

"It turned out to be a velvet tree...... This is the Buddha's merciless mockery of me......"

Speaking of the reason why Jingkong planted a velvet tree in the temple, it was nothing more than because he didn't know that it was a velvet tree. Back then, he asked a gardener to plant a banyan tree or a white fruit tree, but he didn't expect it to turn into a velvet flower......

His favorite thing to do is to sit under this tree and read his favorite "Dream of Red Mansions". I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, the dusty trees, the dusty books, and the dusty myself. He can't achieve the emptiness of the four at all, and he is still disconnected from the world.

After so many years as a monk, he finally came to his senses.

Thinking of this, Jingkong had a shame on his face, and in front of the four Miqi, he took off his Buddhist clothes, carefully folded them and put them on the stone bench. Then take off the Buddha beads and reverently place them on the Buddha's clothes.

Miqi and the others were dumbfounded, and they didn't react until the back of the clear empty warehouse disappeared outside the temple gate.

"Master!Master!Where are you going—— you come back, Master!Where are you going so late?——Master!!"

They ran out, and there was no sign of the clear space in the darkness outside the temple.

The four of them searched all night, but still couldn't find a clear space. The sky was slightly white, and it turned out to be a new day.

Yoneyama blamed himself very much. If it weren't for his many mouths, the Master of Clearance would not have fled overnight. - Miki said that the clear space is "escape".

"Clear his ......" Miqi suddenly didn't know what to say, she paused and said cautiously: "He does more like a psychiatrist than a monk." But because he really helped Gu Huo resolve his head, she added: "And it's a psychiatrist with advanced spells." ”

Yoneyama and Chang Ke didn't have much intersection with the clearance, so they couldn't make a judgment. Xiahou Jing had a personal relationship with Jingkong, he didn't speak, and looked at the new sun rising in the sky.

"He should be happy in the future. ”

The implication is that he was and is not happy.

Who's to say it's not? How can you be happy if you live in disagreement with yourself for a long time?

But as soon as the clear space was gone, he was happy, and the remaining four people were not happy. There are two days left in the long holiday, and the abbot and master have run away, and the temple will not become a temple, what can I do?

Fortunately, Xiahou Jing had the contact information of the old abbot before, and while it was still early, there were no believers who had come to pay their respects, so he wanted to ask the old abbot to take an idea.

The phone was connected, and Xiahou Jing told the old abbot about the situation of leaving the house overnight, and the old man on the day of the phone did not express any surprise or other emotions, as if everything was expected by him.

Xiahou Jing asked, "Master, what should I do now?"

"Amitabha. The old abbot's deep voice came from the head of his mobile phone, as heavy and solid as the morning bell of the Cicada Temple.

"As always. The old man said.

All four faces were full of confusion.

"But master, the clear space is gone, and there is no master in the temple ......"

Xiahou Jing is embarrassed to say that there is not even a monk in the temple, but it is just empty and famous.

"People are not there, but the Buddha is there. The old abbot said this, and hung up.

Four friends, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say.

Mi Qi lived the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, suspecting that the old abbot wanted to go out and enjoy the mountains and rivers. In order to throw the mess on them, this is what it says "people are not in the Buddha".

In fact, she is not the only one who thinks so, in addition to Yoneyama, the other two people also have a little bit of this idea.

Anyway, Yoneyama was deeply moved, and felt that the old abbot trusted them and entrusted them with such a heavy responsibility. The old abbot's words injected energy into his body, and he didn't sleep all night, didn't eat breakfast, and was about to ring the bell in good spirits.

"Bell-bell-bell-"

Although the bell of the Cicada Temple came a little late today, it still came.

Finish.