On the other side of the screen, I heard the monk's words, I don't know why the monk wants to fast, but my first reaction is that he is a liar.

As usual, Daddy gave the monk two bowls of rice, and they were very grateful.

I watched their backs as they went downstairs, one old and one young.

Chun'er asked me, "Miss doesn't seem to like monks?"

Who likes a monk? I replied with a smile, "Many monks are liars and cannot be trusted." ”

Before I could finish speaking, the back suddenly glanced over to me, and I met the black eyes, and turned my head a little ugly.

"Why does the donor say that the monk is a liar?" he was energetic, he didn't want to entangle with him, but he couldn't let his father know.

Taking advantage of the fact that my father and Zhang Gongzi had a good conversation, I sneaked out, and naturally I came out with the monk.

"It's so strange that the donor can't talk well in it, so he has to come out to speak?"

The monk was still really sharp-toothed, thinking of this, I stared at him, snatched the bowl of rice from his hand, and his eyes changed a little.

"Daddy believes in you, but I don't believe you. To take pleasure in the kindness of others, how can this be a talk about the Buddha who keeps talking about the Buddha, and is not worthy of eating this bowl of fasting rice at all!"

He didn't get angry, he didn't seem to cherish the food in my hand very much, and kept supporting the old monk beside him. He is so bad at face, but I am a little overwhelmed.

"I don't know why the donor is so repulsive to the monks?

"There is a saying in the Buddha's saying, but you can't say it. I looked at the old monk beside him, hooking his back, as if he couldn't see the way clearly, "For the sake of your master's old age, I won't argue with you today, so I can do it myself." ”

"If the young lady says so, then I don't have to ask more, and take my leave. ”

The monk seemed to be a little angry, and he left before he even asked for the food in my hand.

Chun'er said, I did a bit too much, although there are many monks who cheat and eat and drink in these years, but the two of them should not.

The fasting meal in my hand was a little cold, and I didn't have time to return it to him. I began to convince myself to apologize to the monk, but for some reason, I always didn't like the monk.

When I got home, my father still knew about it, looked at the food in my hand, and gave me a lecture.

Daddy believed in this, and he probably hoped that if he gave regularly, he would be able to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to pray for his mother's blessings.

Maybe I'm smarter than them and don't believe in that, or maybe I'm so stupid as they are that my mother has forgotten.

In order to make up for my mistakes, my father found the two monks, Chun'er said that it was not difficult to find, an old monk and a small monk, which were very conspicuous on this street.

These days, they can live in my house without worrying about food and clothing.

As I passed by this clearing, I had no time to pay attention to it, but I saw the man standing there.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I leaned over, and the monk stared at the meadow in a daze.

The monk did not answer, but looked at the meadow, wanting to speak, but unable to speak.

I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

"You see there's a meadow, but there's not a single flower. ”

"Yes. I nodded, looked in the direction he was looking at, and remembered his master that day, "I forgot to ask, your master's body ......"

He didn't show any sadness, but told me indifferently, "Master is very old, and he once calculated that the day of his death was in the month of Layue. ”

I was a little sad, but he didn't seem to be as sad as I was.

"Your master is about to pass away, why don't you feel a little sad when I don't see you?" Probably, I think he is hard-hearted.

He said, "All things are permanent, there is life and there is destruction, and the donor should not be obsessed with life and death." ”

"Buddhas, are they all so hard-hearted?" I asked him, but he didn't answer.

Maybe it's because no one dares to say that Buddha is hard-hearted.

He bent down, and I subconsciously dodged, and he suddenly smiled, "It's just a rapeseed." ”

Rapeseed...... Black...... Little Monk ......

I looked at him, very seriously, at that delicate face, and those eyes blinked innocently, as if they didn't understand my gaze.

I suddenly asked him, "Is there a field of rape flowers in front of your monastery?"

He shook his head for a while, "Yes, there is a field of rape flowers......

I was anxious and asked, "Are you afraid of bugs?"

He didn't know why I was asking, but he answered me truthfully, "Yes." ”

The story of that little monk.

Don't you want to see the flower fields? Next spring, the same yellow flowers will bloom......

Next spring, Master and I will come to worship the Buddha, and when the time comes, we will come back to see this flower field.

Little monk, little monk, next spring, we can see the flowers in this place......

People should not expect anything, because expectation leads to disappointment.

"What's wrong with the donor?" he asked me, and he roughly thought I was a madman.

He seems to have forgotten that yes, he cultivates Buddhism, and I say that Buddhas are hard-hearted.

"Is it because people who practice Buddhism have a bad memory?" I felt a little chilly in the wind.

He handed over the cloth bag, "The donor speaks profoundly, and the little monk doesn't understand." ”

He doesn't understand, maybe I'm just a passerby in the eyes of their Buddhist cultivators. I should have looked down on these......

I suddenly looked at him with a smile, "Let me ask you, should you Buddha cultivators benefit sentient beings?"

He nodded respectfully.

"In that case...... I stared at the still firm black eyes, "I want you to help me get out of the sea of misery and help me get free!"

His eyes flickered, and I thought it was my eyes that were too hot and eager to scare him.

Also, he was just a passing monk.

"What is the donor's trouble, what can the little monk do for you? If you can help the donor, the little monk will do his best. ”

I smiled, despite the autumn depression in the courtyard, "Do three things for me." ”

"Three things?"

"The first—" I pointed to a patch of withered grass in front of me, "I want a field of flowers, which will bloom all over the ground next spring." ”

The monk's eyes moved slightly, "Okay." ”

"The second one—" I looked at him, hesitated for a moment, "next spring, no matter what happens, you will accompany me to enjoy the flowers." ”

He stared at me and seemed to think that I was a strange person, but he, who was devoted to the Buddha, agreed to my request.

"Little Master, you won't break your promise again, will you?" My smile was tinged with sadness, if he broke his promise again, I would only hate all the monks in the world.

He bowed his head and said, "The monks don't speak. ”

Chun'er said that her father and the old monk had a very happy conversation, and they had been discussing Buddhism in the hall, and this conversation lasted for several days.

In those days, I didn't often go to the backyard to see him, but from time to time I saw him hurrying when I went out.

Chun'er said that he is very regular, and in addition to meditating in the house every day, he goes to the backyard to turn over the soil and fertilize. Autumn was getting colder, and he only wore a thin coat.

"Miss isn't going to take a look, or send some clothes?"

I bowed my head and worked as a female worker, and my absent-mindedness hurt myself, "Daddy will arrange these things, and he likes monks the most." ”

I don't know what I'm complaining about in the last sentence, it's just because I don't like monks.