The wind is coming, and the rain is urgent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the saying goes, the wind is the head of the rain, and the coming of the wind is more frightening than the lightning and thunder. The whole sky was covered with dark clouds, and the people who were blowing in gusts of wind could not stand on their feet. The whole heart hangs in the air, desperately trying to find a place to stay.

The wind outside was loud, and Duan He was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Ju Siliang dozed off on the side, his head sinking again and again.

'Boom', it wasn't that damn door being pushed open, it wasn't that damn wind blowing anything. It's raining outside, a real torrential rain.

The whole room was smashed with a chaotic sound, and the rumbling sound was unpleasant. Ju Siliang didn't sleep well, and he was suddenly dozed off by this sound.

Standing up, Gu Siliang added another latch to the door, for fear that the wind would blow it open. After that, he looked back at Duan He who was lying on the bed.

Of course, Duan He didn't fall asleep, but he kept his eyes closed when he knew that nothing would happen. I have gotten a lot better, and like every episode, I will only continue to feel strange for a while, and the rest of the time is no different from ordinary people.

Ju Siliang stared at Duan He, and suddenly remembered someone.

Ding Yuan, who was poisoned by the evil sect.

When Ju Siliang treated Ding Yuan at that time, he found that Ding Yuan's entire body was convulsing. The pulse is unsteady and the heart beats steadily, like a living dead. It's just that Ding Yuan was in a coma at that time, and no matter how big the convulsions were, he couldn't wake him up from his endless slumber. When Duan He was ill, he was very similar to Ding Yuan, and his pulse was much more chaotic than Ding Yuan, which was difficult to control.

Ju Siliang stared at Duan He's whole body carefully, secretly thinking about how to treat it.

Duan He woke up, or rather, opened his eyes. Being looked at by such a man's gaze for a long time, Duan He's heart was a little strange.

"Divine doctor, what's wrong?" Duan He said softly.

The sound of crazy rain echoed in the room, and Ju Siliang had great ears, but he still didn't hear what Duan He said.

"Go back to sleep."

Ju Siliang no longer looked at Duan He, but turned his head and looked out from a thin layer of paper that had been wet by the rain.

After this rain, the land received rain, which was able to alleviate the drought. The tank can also save a lot of water for cooking, and I am afraid that more people are still on the road, looking for a place to live in the storm.

However, such a heavy rain here, far away in the Shaolin Temple in Fujian, did not fluctuate at half.

The sun was still shining there, and a few sweeping monks were methodically sweeping the floor, still silently reciting the Buddhist scriptures they had memorized in the morning.

Buddhist scriptures emphasize the tranquility of the mind, and the tranquility of the mind makes everything simple. Sweeping the floor is a kind of practice, if you can't sweep a simple piece of land, your heart will naturally be restless. Monks will silently recite the Heart Sutra while sweeping the floor, not feeling tired, but only feeling calm.

It was already afternoon, and very few people came. Most of the people who burn incense come in the morning, and the incense of a large temple will not be broken, but it is not crowded all the time.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple is clear, but it is also known as forgetting. The word forgetfulness is used on him, not a name, not a description, not a compliment, it can only be regarded as everyone's respect for this high monk.

It is clear that he is a hundred-year-old monk, and it is also a false title to say that he is 100 years old. Not to mention others, even the people up and down the Shaolin Temple don't know his actual age. I only know that this is for the sake of attaining the Tao, and the immortals have already turned into land wandering immortals.

One day, Ming Ming and Yongnian, the presiding officer of Shaolin Temple, inspected the temple together. Yongnian's age has also risen, but it is a few generations behind Ming. The two of them looked around the temple, nodded from time to time, Yongnian was naturally happy in the bottom of his heart, and a smile appeared on his face after being praised by Ming.

The Buddha is neither angry nor happy, and if he is disturbed by such miscellaneous things, his mind is not quiet, and it is difficult to achieve the great way. Seeing a smile on Yongnian's face, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Abbot, why is that?"

Ming said softly: "You have been an abbot for many years, and you have long been pure in six roots, and you will definitely be able to ascend in time." Now your heart is shaking, because there is about to be a disaster. ”

Anyway, it's clear that I'm no longer patrolling around. After a few days, Ming Ming and Yongnian said that they would study the Dharma and stop managing chores, so they would no longer go out.

Although Yongnian didn't know why he reacted like this because of his smile, he knew that this was a scattered immortal, and he got a master, so he respected and made a clear decision in his heart, and worked harder to manage everything in Shaolin Temple.

One day, a pilgrim came with incense. It was a child, and he had not yet seen light when he came, desperately trying to burn a stick of incense on his head.

But he didn't burn this incense.

For several days, that person was the first to come. The little monk who guarded the gate could already remember his appearance, dressed in tattered clothes, a pair of shoes with almost only the soles left, and every time he desperately went up the mountain, he went down the mountain in disappointment.

Yongnian naturally saw it in his eyes, and arranging monks every morning was also a little more interesting.

For seven days, seven whole days, the man still could not burn the first stick of incense, and sat at the bottom of the mountain and wept.

At this time, a monk passed by, holding a battered fan in his hand, swaying and preparing to pass. As a result, I was attracted by this cry.

"Kid, what's wrong?" The monk asked.

"My mother is sick, I want to burn the incense here, but no matter how early I go every day, someone has taken the incense, and I can't do it at all." The child cried bitterly.

"Good boy, good boy."

The monk shook the fan in his hand and led the child up the mountain. At the entrance of the temple, the monk pulled off the child's shoes and asked the child to go up and burn incense.

Although he was puzzled, the child did so. As a result, the first stick of incense has already been burned. Look at the incense pillar, this pillar of incense has been burning for a long time.

The monk came up with the child, and the monks next to him all looked at him in amazement. The monk didn't say a word, but directly plucked out the pillar of incense.

"Son, burn incense." The monk said.

The little monk on the side wanted to come forward, but was stopped by the monk and said, "Don't ask me first, let me ask you, why don't you let this child stick incense on his head?" ”

The little monk was dumbfounded for a while, and the monk was not polite, and slapped him in the face.

"Ahh The little monk was beaten out by this blow.

Seeing this, the incense child hurriedly ran to the monk's side and said, "Uncle, don't fight, I've already put on the incense." ”

The monk looked back and said, "Good boy, go home now, your mother's illness will be cured." You don't care about this, uncle has something. ”

The child looked worried, and after several persuasions from the monk, he walked out.

At this time, there were only a few monks left in the Shaolin Temple and him. The monk looked angry and said, "Let you preside over it!" ”