At dusk in the midst of a rainstorm, the sky was as overcast as ink.

"Squeak~"

The door panel was so dilapidated that the sound of the rain could not drown out the sound of the door opening. A mud-stained foot stepped in and made a 'snap' sound.

"Who?"

A question came from the depths of the room, and the tone was very flat.

This is a dilapidated temple hidden in the mountains, the ruined temple is deep in the mountain forest, unless it is to hide from the rain hunters, ordinary people will not easily appear here. , because there is no shortage of wild beasts such as wolves and wild boars in the mountains.

"Lost traveler, come here...... Hiding from the rain, I didn't know there were still people here, so I bothered. ”

His muddy feet stiffened, and he said with a little tiredness, not very loudly.

When the people in the temple house heard this, they immediately said: "The donor, please come in, the poor monk is only borrowing from the Bodhisattva for a few days." ”

Chen Bansheng felt a little relieved: he shouldn't be a local monk, and I hope he hasn't gone down the mountain in the past few days.

"Thank you. Chen Bansheng said lightly, and lifted the other leg in with difficulty.

After not walking a few steps, the room became bright, and the monk lit the candle, quietly watched Chen Bansheng, and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

Chen Bansheng staggered a few steps forward, found a dry place and sat down, looked at the monk sitting on the grass futon and said, "Amitabha." ”

After that, the two were relatively silent, and after a long time, as for how long, Chen Bansheng didn't remember, maybe it was just a minute or half an hour.

The monk got up and walked behind the Buddha statue, Chen Bansheng noticed that behind the monk was a very huge Buddha statue, what kind of Buddha statue Chen Bansheng did not know, but he could faintly see that the Buddha statue had many arms and heads, and the room was too dark.

The two feet seemed to be in the icy water, and the cold no longer felt it. Chen Bansheng struggled to get up, and took off the two muddy and water-soaked shoes and socks together, with a burst of "hiss~ha" sounds. The socks and the flesh were glued together, and every pull was accompanied by stinging and blood.

The monk walked out from behind the Buddha statue with a bundle of firewood and some broken branches, looked at Chen Bansheng with a sympathetic expression, placed the firewood not far in front of Chen Bansheng, turned around and went to the Buddha platform to open a yellow package and take out two pieces of clean cloth from it.

The monk was dressed in ephedra monk's robes, although some shabby but very clean, his face was thin and yellow, which should be caused by malnutrition, but the monk's eyes were quite bright and seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Chen Bansheng looked at him vigilantly, but he didn't dare to look at him, for fear that his secret would be discovered by the other party.

The monk had already come to Chen Bansheng's side, bent his knees and gently wiped Chen Bansheng's feet with a cloth, and said gently: "Amitabha, if the donor feels pain, tell the poor monk, and the poor monk will try not to touch the wound." ”

Chen Bansheng looked up at the monk, and the monk carefully wiped the muddy water on Chen Bansheng's feet, his expression was calm and peaceful, very careful and serious. Chen Bansheng felt that a warm current flowed from his feet into his heart, and the fear and panic that had been in the past few days had been calmed down a lot.

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

Chen Bansheng said thank you stiffly, looking a little at a loss.

"It is the duty of a poor monk to help others for pleasure, and we monks take it as an immeasurable merit to repay the suffering of others. Since the Buddha sent the donor to the poor monk, the self-heating is that the donor and the poor monk have a relationship with the Buddha, Amitabha. The monk wiped Chen Bansheng's feet clean and got up and said. There was a look of piety on his face.

"I ...... My name is Chen Bansheng, what is the name of the master?" Chen Bansheng still lowered his head and said in a hesitant manner.

"The poor monk Dharma name is Zhikong, he has lived in the temple since he was a child, and he has no common name. After the master passed away, the poor monk became a wandering monk, drinking morning dew and eating sunset, realizing that the four are empty, and seeking to repair the true self. ”

……

The rain outside the house still did not stop, Chen Bansheng sat in underwear next to the stone bonfire of Zhikong, his soaked clothes hung on the wooden frame around the stone bonfire, and above the stone bonfire hung a clay pot, in which white porridge was cooking, and the monk Zhikong was still sitting in front of the Buddha statue and meditating.

"Master ......"

"The donor can call me Zhikong. Monk Zhikong said calmly.

"I actually...... I'm not a traveler. Chen Bansheng said hesitantly.

Chen Bansheng felt that he should find someone to talk to at this moment, otherwise that incident would drive him crazy! In the past few days, he has not had a good night's sleep, he has not had a good dream, and his spirit is tense all the time, and the slightest movement can wake him up from his sleep.

After a period of psychological struggle, Chen Bansheng decided to tell the secret in his heart to Monk Zhikong and try to get some psychological comfort.

"I am a carpenter in Datang Village, a few hills behind, and my parents died early. The firelight reflected Chen Bansheng's face full of memories: "In the twenty-third year, I married a wife, and the next year I had a daughter. It's just that when my wife got sick in the twenty-fifth year, I spent all the money in the family and borrowed everything I could, but I still couldn't be cured after all, and it was gone after three months. ”

Chen Bansheng burst into tears and said bitterly: "Soon after the child and his mother left, the child also became ill, and I sold the house and land, but in the end I still couldn't save her! I watched her close her eyes! I couldn't save her!"

Monk Zhikong was also very sad when he heard this, his face was full of compassion, and he sighed: "Amitabha." I didn't know what to say, so I had to listen to Chen Bansheng.

Chen Bansheng choked up for a while, and continued: "I have been working hard for the next three years, and the matchmaker in the village saw that I was diligent and honest, so she brought me a widow surnamed Liu who was about the same age, and the two of us soon came together. ”

Monk Zhikong nodded.

Chen Bansheng's tone changed slightly: "Three days ago on the evening, I was walking at the entrance of the village after dinner, and suddenly I heard Widow Liu's screaming and shouting. I walked briskly and saw Widow Liu scuffling with a young man. ”

Chen Bansheng said in an aggravated tone: "It turned out that the people from the next village came to steal the fish from Widow Liu's house, and Widow Liu came out to stop it, but unexpectedly, the other party saw that the moon was dark and the wind was high, and no one had evil intentions.

I rushed over to rescue Widow Liu, but the man refused to give up, and I got entangled with him again. At last...... In the end, he actually took out the knife, and I was very scared, but I was so angry, I somehow took his knife away, and then ...... And then...... Then kill him!"

Chen Bansheng was short of breath, his face was red, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. For the first time, he raised his head and met the bright eyes of Monk Zhikong.

Some were just surprised and compassionate, and Chen Bansheng didn't feel the slightest fear from the eyes of Monk Zhikong: "You...... Aren't you afraid? I'm a murderer......

Monk Zhikong looked at Chen Bansheng with a smile and said, "Why does the donor say this to the poor monk?"

"I ...... I ......"

When the donor and the poor monk say these words, the donor still has good thoughts in his heart, and he regrets and resents the wrong thing. The donor wants to be helped. ”

Monk Zhikong stood up from the futon, walked to Chen Bansheng and sat cross-legged on the ground opposite him, looked directly at him with his eyes, and said with compassion: "Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the same is true for crossing people, since the donor wants the poor monk to help you, the poor monk will naturally not push the donor out of the door." ”

Chen Bansheng looked at the calm Zhikong monk, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked, "What should I do, master?"

"Amitabha. Zhikong said: "Good is rewarded, evil is rewarded, the donor is still shallow to step into the sea of suffering, just turn back in time." ”

"Turn back?"

"Exactly. ”

Hearing the words of Monk Zhikong, Chen Bansheng's expression was dull, his heart was constantly struggling, and he muttered to himself: "No, I can't turn myself in! I will die, I will be shot! I don't want to be shot! I don't want to!"

"There must be another way, right? There must be another!" Chen Bansheng muttered to himself, trying to stand up, but there was a spoiler on the soles of his feet, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground again.

Monk Zhikong hurriedly walked over and picked him up.

Chen Bansheng clung to the sleeve of Monk Zhikong's robe and whispered like a lost mind: "There must be other methods, right, master?"

Monk Zhikong looked at him, shook his head and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk will help you." ”

Chen Bansheng gradually calmed down, and the crockpot where the porridge was cooked came out with a 'gurgling' sound, and the porridge was cooked.

……

"And then? Chen Bansheng ran away, ran away to become a monk?" Zhang Xueyan looked at the monk in front of him and asked.

"Nope. ”

He shook his head and said, "Chen Bansheng woke up the next day to find that the rain had stopped, and Monk Zhikong was gone. But until noon, he still didn't see the return of Monk Zhikong, and Chen Bansheng estimated that Monk Zhikong was attacked by a fierce beast. Until the evening, Monk Zhikong came back and brought back a few steamed buns, Chen Bansheng felt that Monk Zhikong had gone to the mountain to call the police. ”

Zhang Xueyan and the two colleagues beside him glanced at each other and continued to listen to the story.

At about seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Bansheng was awakened by thunder, but it did not rain. Chen Bansheng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, thinking about what Monk Zhikong was doing today, when he suddenly heard a few dog barks. Chen Bansheng thought that the monk Zhikong had betrayed him, and the police dog rushed over. Two lines of tears welled up from the eyes of the monk: "So he was furious, feeling that the monk Zhikong was deliberately harming himself, he found a handful of sharp wood and attacked the monk Zhikong who was chanting."

Monk Zhikong was stabbed, and blood continued to pour out of his wounds, soaking his clothes and Chen Bansheng's clothes. Monk Zhikong pulled Chen Bansheng and persuaded him hard, hoping that he could turn himself in to atone for his sins. Chen Bansheng regretted it, Chen Bansheng panicked, a thunderbolt shone down, Chen Bansheng saw the Bodhisattva in the temple, the face of the Thousand-armed Guanyin Bodhisattva changed, and he became a devil from hell!

Chen Bansheng fled from the temple in a frenzy, tripped and fell on the grass outside the temple, and there was blood everywhere!"

The non-delusional monk said lightly, with a relieved expression on his face: "You have just investigated the later things, Chen Bansheng fled to Nanling Lingyan Temple, became a non-delusional monk, and wanted to reduce the sin in his heart by practicing Buddhism, but this incident became his inner demon, until he met Master Suwen, and under the enlightenment of Master Suwen, he completely repented." ”

Zhang Xueyan and the other three policemen nodded and said, "We will truthfully explain to the judge, Master Su Wen is indeed a great monk." ”

This is the East China Sea, and there is no one in the entire East China Sea who does not know the Pure Heart Temple, and there is no one who does not know Su Wen.

Just look at the Buddhist believers with Buddhist beads on the streets, and the Buddhist supply stores that have been everywhere since the beginning of the past two years, you can see how strong the Buddhist atmosphere is in the East China Sea today.

A large number of pilgrims arrive here every day.

In the past two years, the number of immigrants in the East China Sea has increased dramatically, and the economy has also risen sharply, which is inseparable from the fame of Joshinji Temple and the medical institutions under Joshinji Mountain.

Not to mention that Su Wen has had too many dealings with the police, and he didn't mention anything in the past, but now although Su Wen rarely goes down the mountain, the Jingxin Temple will also have monks go to the detention center every week to preach the scriptures and teach the Dharma.

I have seen a lot of various things, and the things that are not presumptuous monks have not surprised a few people too much.

The unpresumptuous monk nodded: "I, surrendered." ”

……

After that, the monk was sentenced to 20 years in prison. The police took him to the broken temple to identify the location of the crime, and found that the broken temple had caught fire seven years ago when Chen Bansheng left, and they only found a golden relic.

The host took a sip of tea and said, "That's all for today's show, welcome everyone to watch "Today's Story" tomorrow." ”