After Mu Qingfeng became a monk, his legal name was "Jiqing".

The first time he heard someone call him "Little Brother Jiqing", he was stunned for a long time, and after reacting, he couldn't help but touch his bare head a little stiffly.

Touch it carefully, and it's a little prickly.

When he first shaved, he threw the small carved bronze mirror he had brought with him into the well. After walking a few steps, I was a little reluctant, and went back to the well to take a look.

The small bronze mirror got stuck in the crack of the stone and didn't fall, he leaned down to pick it up, and also saw his own reflection in the water.

He laughs, and he laughs.

He frowned, he frowned.

He just grimaced at his own reflection in the well, and he laughed.

Sure enough, even if he has no hair, he is the most beautiful of all monks!

……

The days of escaping into the empty door are far more boring than you imagined!

Eat, chant, sleep. Sleeping, chanting, eating.

On this kind of day, Mu Qingfeng has to lament one hundred and eighty times a day!

To say, the most annoying must be morning and evening classes. Every time I heard him drowsy, and finally woke up faintly under the disgruntled gaze of the great monk, and asked, "Can you eat?"

The abbot was speechless about this.

However, he was also speechless!

……

It wasn't until later, in a morning class, that the abbot told the story of the three refuges of Buddhism.

"Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the Sangha. ”

Mu Qingfeng listened and smiled silently. Laughing and laughing, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The fellow brothers turned their heads one after another, looking at him in surprise and puzzlement.

The abbot asked him, "Why are you laughing?"

Mu Qingfeng clasped his hands together and said with a serious face: "Great monk, you have three refuges, but the little monk has four refuges. ”

"What are the four refuges?" the monks were puzzled.

"Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the Sangha," he smiled softly, "take refuge in my love for the twilight." ”

The monks blushed instantly, and the abbot's hands trembled with anger, pointing at him speechless.

……

For this reason, Mu Qingfeng swept the fallen leaves for a day.

When the sun set, the senior brother told him to go to dinner, so as not to miss the evening class. He replied, "Yes," put down his broom, and thumped his sore shoulder.

The sky is covered with clouds, and a round of red sun is half hanging on the opposite mountain, and it will not set.

Facing the sunset on the mountain peak, he seemed to have an epiphany, touching his heart with his hand, so pious, and so light and light.

……

He has always been soberly aware that this lovesick game will only be his own death.

But he has no regrets.

Even if he is ordained a monk and punished him for sweeping the leaves for a lifetime, he must follow his heart.

Refuge – I love the twilight.