The morning bell is the most alarming. Buddhist rules, drumming at night, ringing the bell in the morning, see the clarity of the mind.

Twelve years ago, Jinshan Temple was dilapidated, as Buddhism flourished in the Tang Dynasty in the East, but there was such a temple with a lot of doors, it was really incredible.

However, this is true, even if it is unbelievable.

The monks rang the bell as usual and kicked off the day.

What do you do one day? chant sutras, meditate, do nothing. Is this a practice? No one will answer. At that time, they didn't know that someone who could change them was coming.

A boy with a delicate face folded his hands, there was no variegation in his glass-like eyes, his face was so calm, he stood there quietly, and he really looked a little like the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. The same unstained dust, the same lovelessness and no hate, and even the same cold alienation.

Facing the warm morning sun, he stepped up the stone steps step by step. Every step is so solid, so calm and powerful, which is not at all in line with the few things that he should have at his age.

A long robe, washed white, almost impossible to see the primary color, and there were patches of similar colors covered by fine stitches. Is it shabby? Wearing it on him, but it makes people unable to say those two words.

He didn't seem to know what he was wearing, for when the rays of light that he saw every day fell on the earth, he found that the sun on him was the same as all else's, neither more nor less.

In this case, what is the difference between wearing rags and jade clothes? However, everybody likes the superficial work, the clothes, the face, and even the way they speak.

He doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. Dudu likes the high sun, because it not only warms his body, but also stands by his side all the time.

He had climbed 999 steps, and he had recited 999 Buddha horns in his heart, but it was not up to him to decide whether he was pious or not.

Someone told him that if he wanted to become a monk, he would go to Jinshan Temple, which has the highest and steepest steps in Chang'an City. He thanked the man with a slight smile, but he didn't know that the other party was looking at his young age and deliberately made a joke. Although the man was not much older than him.

Jinshan Temple, who doesn't know! It is as "prestigious" as the most famous Huasheng Temple in Chang'an City, but it is famous, but it is humble to the dust. The two extremes, and only the extremes, are often remembered.

The other party was in a hurry, and hurriedly grabbed him who turned around and was about to leave: "You are young, why is your brain already not bright." If you go to Jinshan Temple, you will only suffer. ”

At that time, the sun shone through the side of his face, reflecting his curved eyelashes more and more curled, and he smiled: "It's not a big deal, that's good." ”

The other party actually fell into his smile, and forgot to persuade him for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the child had long since disappeared, and he was the only one who muttered to himself: "Did I do this to hurt him?"

Two dilapidated wooden doors, one wide open and the other closed, he didn't dare to go in without permission, so he knocked on the loose plank, and the sparse sawdust actually fell from the trembling plank.

"My name is Chen Yi, and I have come here to become a monk, which master is there ......" He blinked his big eyes and looked inside.

It is rare to see the same inside and outside, the old door panels and the decay of that place all reveal the difficult life of a monk.

"Monk?" a monk patted the dust on his buttocks and walked to the door: "Have you thought about it?"

Their Jinshan Temple is really so poor that there are no ancients before, and there is no one to come. When the monks gathered together to recite the scriptures, they didn't even have a futon in their hands, so they had to sit on the ground.

If it weren't for the shiny heads, I thought they were informal beggars living in a ruined temple, how could I have thought that they were monks who wanted to chant sutras and worship the Buddha.

He nodded and smiled, "I've thought about it, Master." ”

The monk frowned, and it was difficult to adapt to this child's self-familiarity: "When you enter my Buddhism, someone will be your master, not a poor monk." ”

He was not choked by the other party's words, but said a long paragraph for the first time: "Those who grow me are my teachers." The sun, the moon, the stars, and the breeze all have places for me to study, so why is Master arrogant?"

The monk was so shocked by this child who was not up to his waist that his mouth opened and closed that he couldn't say anything.

"This kid ......" An old monk who walked tremblingly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, walked over, and a glimmer of light finally flashed in his chaotic eyes: "This child has wisdom roots, and if he cultivates and cultivates over time, he will definitely be able to carry forward Jinshan Temple." ”

The old monk said "carry it forward", and he stayed like this. This stay is thirteen years.

It took him 12 years to move from the mundane world to Buddhism, and another 13 years to see the clouds outside the sky and the rain and snow in all seasons.

It turns out that not only the sunshine is free and happy, but also the same door is a good teacher in life, and there is also boundless Zen in many other scenes.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and a senior brother behind him was calling him: "Xuanzang, it's time for you to lecture today." ”

"I'm coming. He gently let go of his fingers hooking the soft petals, quickly straightened his somewhat wrinkled clothes, and walked in the direction of the temple.

After walking a few steps, there was a pause under my feet, and my heart flew up as I looked at the flowers that were still swaying in the wind.

After entering the Buddha's door, a heart is a little more precipitated than before, and it gradually becomes much softer. The second brother used to talk about him, saying that his temperament was too cold, even if he didn't want to admit it, but now that he thinks about it, there is some truth in what he said at that time.

The old monk was right, Xuanzang, a child, has Huigen, and Jinshan Temple is indeed gradually developing in a better direction under his arrival.

It's just that the speed of this good development seems to be still less than Xuanzang's growth. Now, 13 years have passed quietly in the fragmented years.

However, if you can't reach it quickly, some things can't be rushed. Carry forward such a difficult task, how can the heavy burden fall on Xuanzang alone.

"It seems to be a bit lively today. Xuanzang noticed that a pair of eyes had been following him, and since he entered this Buddha hall, it had not been broken. His eyes swept over the brothers, and as usual, there were no strange people.

The wooden fish sounded rhythmically, and first recited the scriptures according to the custom, and many monks were tired of this link. However, Xuanzang is always happy and tireless.

In his opinion, when reciting a Buddhist scripture, it is not just a few black words on a white paper, but more like someone talking to him, a confidant.

"Ouch......" A sigh rang out louder than a coarse one in the middle of the temple.