The April sun is warm and warm, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims who come to the Jingxin Temple to offer incense, but there is no noise, even if some people make loud noises, they are stopped by the people around them with their eyes.

The Pure Land of Buddhism is not noisy, although the crowd is bustling, but not many people make any sound, this is a kind of respect from the heart, and every pilgrim who comes and goes subconsciously lowers the volume.

In the crowd of people, a dusty monk stood out.

The monk was about forty years old, dressed in an earthy yellow monk's robe that faintly glowed white after many washes, and his round face looked very honest, but his eyes were faintly bloodshot, as if he had not slept well for several days.

Completely ignoring the gaze of others, the monk sat on the stone steps outside the crowd, opened the yellow Buddha pouch he was carrying and took out a 'cloth ball'.

After opening the cloth ball, there was a piece of snow-white steamed bread inside, the steamed bread had dried and cracked, the monk rubbed the crumbs on the steamed bread into his hands and then poured it into his mouth, and then picked up the whole steamed bread and ate it slowly.

The pilgrims who came and went up the mountain were a little curious about the monk in front of the mountain gate.

"Amitabha, this master is very fresh, which temple is the Bodhisattva?" a young man in the crowd couldn't help but be curious and ran over to ask the monk.

The monk put down the steamed bun and turned his head with his hands together and smiled: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not vain, from Nanling Lingyan Temple, I have heard for a long time that the Jingxin Temple has asked the presiding over the profound Buddhism, and I came to find the presiding monk to solve the confusion of the poor monk." ”

The young man nodded and said enthusiastically: "When I came here to offer incense these days, I saw Master Suwen reading books or playing with his mobile phone in the main hall, and I should be in the main hall today." The master just goes to find it. ”

"Thank you, donor.

After the young man finished speaking, he returned to the crowd, glanced at the magnificent temple gate, seemed thoughtful, and lowered his head to eat steamed buns.

After eating and drinking, he got up in vain, and his eyes were full of complicated looks: "The Pure Heart Temple may really be as magical as the rumors, but it's just me ........."

His eyes kept flickering, his expressions kept alternating, and finally he let out a long sigh and walked towards the temple gate.

The Lingyan Temple where the monk is located is only a small temple, there are very few pilgrims who burn incense and worship the Buddha on weekdays, and he has also visited many well-known temples in recent years, but the number of pilgrims is not even half of the Jingxin Temple, not to mention the quality of the pilgrims themselves.

Walk up for a short time to come to the temple gate, the temple gate is spotless in front of the courtyard, several monks are at the temple gate side tea, pilgrims in the tea place outside the long line, if you look carefully can find that each queue person has a small wooden sign in his hand. After the pilgrims have finished drinking, they place the tea bowls on another table, and some sand monks take the used tea bowls back to the temple for cleaning.

Although he had just finished drinking a glass of water, he felt that his throat was still a little dry, so he stepped forward and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not vain, today I came to the Pure Heart Temple to ask the host to solve the confusion in my heart." The road is far away, the tongue is a little dry, and it is not convenient to ask for a bowl of tea with a cheeky face. “

Seeing this monk, the monk in the temple smiled with a peaceful return salute on his face: "Amitabha, senior brother, please use tea, the little monk will go to report to the senior brother first, and the senior brother will wait here for one or two." ”

The world's Buddhism is a family, although there are rules for giving tea, it can be seen that this is not far away to work hard, and the monks in the temple do not say much else, and they beat a bowl of tea and hand it to the hands of Bu Yu.

The pilgrims lining up there were not dissatisfied.

"I'm tired. He took the tea bowl and walked sideways to the side to watch the tea in his hand.

The tea soup is clear and bright, without a trace of impurities, faintly exuding a refreshing aroma, with a slight bitterness in the mouth, followed by a fragrance and sweetness. The tea soup entered the stomach, the spiritual platform was empty, the negative emotions in the heart were swept away, a hot breath rose from the abdomen, reaching the limbs, and the tiredness of the past two days was eliminated a lot.

"Amitabha, the little monk is doing right, I don't know where the senior brother came from. “

Don't let out a long breath when he heard the voice, I don't know when there were two lines of tears on his face, and he hurriedly wiped away his tears and saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk is not vain, from Nanling Lingyan Temple, in recent days, Buddhism has encountered a bottleneck, and the senior brothers and teachers can't solve it. ”

"Is there a degree?" Xingzheng asked.

Bu opened the burden and handed Du Mu to Xingzheng, Xingzheng carefully checked it and returned Du Mu to Bu and saluted: "Amitabha, senior brother, come with me." ”

The two walked through the temple gate, and suddenly stood on the threshold as if struck by lightning.

Xingzheng is not much surprised to see this scene, he has also experienced this heart-washing door, those who have a good heart can see infinite beauty, those who regret their hearts will have regrets in their hearts will expand, and those who have evil hearts will fall into boundless regret.

At this moment, the unruly monk emerged the scene he didn't want to remember in his life.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. ……”

After reciting a section of the Heart Sutra, Bu Yu finally recovered his mind, and he couldn't hide the surprised look on his face.

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva, don't misunderstand, this door is called the Heart Washing Gate. It has the effect of washing away the lead and realizing it wisely. Xingzheng explained.

wiped the sweat from his forehead in vain, and said solemnly: "Good has good causes, and evil bears evil results, and the poor monk came today to solve the confusion of karma." ”

Xingzheng nodded: "The host is in the lecture hall, please come with me." ”

When I entered the temple in vain, my heart was apprehensive again, and I didn't have the intention to look at the surrounding scenery, thinking about what happened to the legendary Su Wen.

……

In the lecture hall, Su Wen just explained a passage of the "Dizang Sutra" to the monks, and just came down from the lotus platform.

"Host, this senior brother wants to ask the host to solve his doubts. Xingzheng came to the temple with a non-vain monk to report.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not delusional, I have seen the host. He folded his hands and saluted, looked at Su Wen curiously, and couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: he was really as young as rumored.

"Don't be polite, I don't know what you want to ask. Su Wen smiled gently, extremely friendly, and people would subconsciously get close to him.

Su Wen's eyes were full of interest, but as soon as he saw him, he noticed that he was riddled with karma, and he didn't need to look at it fatefully, just to see what he had to say. Being able to find the Pure Heart Temple can be regarded as his chance.

The monk took a breath and said: "In recent days, there is always an inexplicable irritability when the poor monk recites the scriptures, and every time he inadvertently looks up after chanting, the Bodhisattvas in the hall are always looking at the poor monks. ”

"Which bodhisattva?" asked Su Wen.

"Thousand-handed, thousand-eyed Avalokiteshvara. ”

Thousand-armed Guanyin, Su Wen nodded, and had already guessed something in his heart.

And, the Bodhisattva's ...... Well...... The vicious side is even more obvious. Speaking of this, his eyes flickered.

Su Wen nodded, the Thousand-Armed Guanyin Buddha statue is generally not a thousand hands, but has forty-two arms and eleven sides, and each hand has an eye. The eleven sides are different, there is mercy, there is majesty...... Divine grace is like the sea, divine power is like hell, and the meaning of the eleven sides is also different.

"Why do you think that?" asked Su Wen with a smile.

"I thought it was because I wasn't good enough, so I worked harder. But here's the problem, the more I tried to chant sutras, meditate, and do my homework, the more restless I felt, and lately I had nightmares. The face of the monk was bitter, although the person in front of him had a gentle smile and clear eyes, he always felt that the other party saw through him.

"What kind of nightmare?"

"Well, I saw the Lotus Throne in my dreams. Bu's tone was a little distracted: "Very ...... The sacred lotus throne. ”

Su Wen smiled and said, "That shouldn't be a nightmare." ”

"I thought about it later. It wasn't a nightmare at first, but then ......"