Reizen Temple.

It was already the first day of the Lunar New Year, and early in the morning, the goose-feathered snowflakes were falling, and the green pines in the temple were bent by the thick snow.

And even when the snow was falling, a monk in a gray monk's robe sat motionless in the snow with his eyes closed, although the biting ice and snow had already wet all the thin monk's robes on his body.

This person is Mo Wen, who has taken refuge in Buddhism, well, now, he is already a monk called Mingkong.

In the cold wind, a little sparrow that was looking for food was shivering from the cold, perhaps because it was hungry and had no strength, and after staggering several times, it finally fell on the lap of Mingkong sitting cross-legged, and screamed weakly in his mouth.

"Poor finch, are you too cold?"

Mingkong opened his eyes, carefully held the little finch in the palm of his hand, breathed softly, and tried his best to warm his palm, in order to bring more warmth to this little guy.

It's just that, probably because of hunger and cold, the little sparrow is now a little excited, and when he saw that he was covered by Mingkong's hands, he began to struggle violently, and even the wailing in his mouth began to be sad.

"Don't panic, I won't hurt you."

Mingkong chuckled, holding the little sparrow with one hand, but rubbing the other hand his leg several times, until he felt that the palm of his hand was slightly hot, so he changed his hand to hold the little sparrow again, and continued to rub the other hand.

"Squeak!"

It seemed to feel the peace and kindness in Mingkong's tone, coupled with his gradually warmed palm, the little sparrow's cry slowly softened, and even, shrinking himself into a ball and curling up in Mingkong's palm.

"In that case, I'll go to the kitchen and ask for some rice soup for you."

Even when he shrunk, the little sparrow's body was still trembling, and after feeling this, Mingkong finally got up slowly and walked towards the kitchen with the little sparrow in his hand.

"Senior Brother Mingkong, you ended early today!"

Seeing Mingkong appear in the kitchen, Minghui, who was in charge of the food, said with a smile, and the action of washing the cabbage in her hand kept stopping, looking extremely festive.

"I found this little guy today, and he was not lightly frozen, so, Senior Brother Minghui, please give me a small half bowl of hot rice soup."

Mingkong smiled slightly, and showed the little sparrow in his hand to him, and as soon as Minghui saw the little head that kept looking around, he suddenly felt a trace of love in his heart, and smiled, "Okay, good, this is coming!" ”

"Thank you, brother."

Mingkong smiled slightly, bowed his head and bowed, looked down at the little sparrow in his palm, and stretched out a finger to gently stroke its little head.

And probably because the temperature in the kitchen was a little higher, the little sparrow quickly recovered its body temperature, so he blinked his eyes like little black beans and looked at the sky quietly.

"Here, Senior Brother Mingkong!"

Minghui is a big monk who is a little chubby, always with a kind smile on his face, warm and careful, and when he saw Mingkong smiling like this, he smiled again, "How do you feel like you are taking care of your own children." ”

"Everything has a spirit, whether it is a little sparrow or a little ant, we should treat them with kindness."

"Yes, Senior Brother Mingkong is right!"

Minghui nodded, and began to cut the vegetables neatly, for this little junior brother who was the latest to start, his heart was a hundred likes, this little junior brother was always not annoyed, he spoke kindly, and everyone liked him very much.

However, Mingkong just smiled, but didn't say much, the little sparrow in his hand was lively at this time, as if he really had spirituality, he ran to the edge of the bowl, and pecked at the soft glutinous rice grains in the rice soup one by one.

"Hey, Senior Brother Mingkong, look, it's really eating!"

Seeing this, Minghui was a little pleased, so she threw away the kitchen knife and Chinese cabbage in her hand, and carefully came to the little sparrow, with a pair of big round eyes, looking at the little sparrow intently.

"Probably, I'm hungry, it's so cold and there's nowhere to forge, it's also very miserable."

Mingkong smiled, and gently touched the little sparrow's head with his fingertips, which made the little sparrow more cheerful, and after raising his head and swallowing the rice in his mouth, he shouted at Mingkong twice, as if he was expressing his gratitude to him.

At this time, a tall and slender monk appeared at the door, calling him with a kind expression.

"Senior Brother Mingkong, Master is looking for you."

"Okay, Senior Brother Mingming, I'll go right away."

Mingkong nodded, entrusted the little bird to Minghui, nodded at him again, and immediately followed the monk called Mingming, and went towards the main Zen temple together.

And Master Huijue has been waiting there for a long time.

"Master."

Mingliang didn't follow him, so Mingkong was the only one who stepped forward and respectfully performed a Buddha salute, and then bowed his head and said nothing, quietly waiting for Master Huijue to speak.

"How do you feel today?"

Master Huijue smiled slightly, looking at the still wet monk's robe on his body, he knew in his heart that he must have been meditating in the wind and snow again this morning.

"Thank you Master for your concern, I'm a little more comfortable than yesterday."

Mingkong bowed deeply again, and his heart was full of reverence and gratitude for Master Huijue.

I think that at the beginning, because he listened to that man's plan, he secretly practiced Shenyang Gong, but unexpectedly accidentally leaked Yuanyang before he succeeded, so he tragically went mad, and finally became a flower thief who everyone hated.

But if he didn't pick flowers, he would have died because of the decay of yang and yin, but fortunately, it was the abbot who saved him in time, so that he did not make mistakes on the wrong path, and even got a new life because of it.

For this, he has always been grateful.

It's just that although the gong has been abolished, there is still no way to drain all the Yuan Yang remaining in the body, so it will be unbearable pain every time, and it is precisely because of this that Master Huijue asked him to meditate every morning when the dew came down, even in the cold winter.

After several years in a row, the Yuanyang in his body was finally cleaned up, and after it was completely cleaned up, Mingkong could learn some fist and foot kung fu again, although he could not be as strong as before, but there was no problem with strengthening his body.

"Now, after all these years, your heart is at peace?"

Master Huijue clasped his hands together, his expression was still calm and couldn't make waves, but after Mingkong heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, it seemed that even his breathing was still.

It wasn't until after a long silence that Ming Kong sighed faintly and said, "Master, to this day, my heart is only full of guilt, especially for her. ”

The gentle and bright woman, he hurt her severely.