"The poor monk is a monk, he doesn't speak, what the donor said is true, the poor monk is in charge of general affairs, but he is not ashamed, there is a Buddha in his heart, then everything he sees is a Buddha, and the poor monk is no different from the teachers and brothers."

"Yes," Su Rongyi said, "but most people in the world think that the master is such a vulgar person who loves gold and silver. ”

Jianqiu behind Su Rongyi was taken aback, she was one of the people in the world, Miss, you don't give face.

Hui Lun's face changed slightly, could it be that she came to insult herself?

Su Rongyi took out a delicate wooden comb from his arms.

"I know what the master thinks in his heart, and I am willing to do some small part."

What is it?

Both of Hui Lun's apprentices looked at each other with wide eyes.

No matter how you look at it, it's a comb.

She gave the monk a comb? She's not insulting Master, but what?!

It's rude.

Hui Lun thought that his cultivation was excellent, and he took a deep breath and said: "Donor, the poor monk has no idea of returning to the world, I'm afraid the donor guessed wrong." ”

Su Rongyi laughed, "I'm not making fun of the master, nor am I insulting the master with this, but I have an idea for the master." ”

She continued: "The hundred-year-old famous temple of Dabaoji Temple, the pilgrims who come every day do not know how many, although the monks in the temple do not need it, but the pilgrims who come from afar do, right? ”

Hui Lun consciously understood what she meant, and replied: "The benefactor's idea is good, but the Buddhist temple focuses on promoting Buddhism and crossing people to goodness, not on appearances. The gift of the donor is superfluous, and the temple does not need it. ”

Su Rongyi smiled and raised the sandalwood comb in his hand, "The master doesn't pay attention to his appearance, and he is sincere to the Buddha, but he is as vulgar as everyone outside. ”

The little monks in the hall couldn't stand it anymore, "Donor, you ......"

Hui Lun raised her hand to interrupt them, "I want to hear and see." ”

"The master thinks that this comb is just a comb, and it is useless to you monks, you look at the world and don't look at the appearance, why are you so mean to a comb?"

Mean to a comb......

Can a comb still see a flower? The little monk in the hall rubbed his eyes and stared at it carefully.

"Which man or woman of the world can get up in the morning and leave it? The grate hair is crowned, which is naturally the etiquette, but for the female guest, it is also the most inseparable thing, the master keeps promoting the Dharma and purifying all sentient beings, but why can't he stand in the perspective of sentient beings? ”

"No matter how good the peace charm in your temple is, for a woman, it is a Buddhist thing, and it may not seem intimate, but it is not as intimate as this comb, and it will be taken out from time to time to watch and use. If the master can consecrate and bless this ordinary comb, the women will see this comb every day as if they have been baptized by the Dharma, which will not only calm people's hearts and bless them, but also promote this Dharma into the hearts of the people. ”

She smiled and said: "Is it that only the Buddha incense and Buddha utensils of the Guibao Temple are the solemn things that show the solemnity of the Buddhist family, and I don't think there may be such an iron order, right?" The great compassion of the Buddha should not be high, but more in the market. ”

Hui Lun was speechless, and for a moment she couldn't think of words to refute her.

If you think about it, why refute it? She's right.

If you make something such as "peace comb" and "good comb" to give to pilgrims, wouldn't it be more popular with the world than peace charms? The comb itself is a gift from the elders to the younger generations, and it is a very suitable gift between men and women.

It's that their monks have been too pedantic for a long time, and they have never thought about the needs and likes and dislikes of mortal people.

Hui Lun thought that the purpose of the master to let him go down the mountain was not to ask him to cultivate his own body, but to ask for a hundred-year golden body for himself in the future, and he should have all living beings in the world in his heart.

Su Rongyi added another handful of firewood: "Master, I found out from the moment I entered the room, you are very good at books, right?" If you can get the master's ink treasure engraved on the comb, wouldn't it promote both Buddhism and calligraphy? Isn't this a meritorious thing for you, Master? ”

Hui Lun was surprised, she said at the beginning that she knew what she was thinking, he thought it was nonsense, but she didn't expect her to guess it.

Hui Lun is also a person, and what he wants in this life is nothing more than the hope that Dabaoji Temple will accept believers, that Buddhism in the world will prosper, and that all living beings can be influenced by the Buddha to get rid of the sea of suffering.

And I want to be able to do it by myself.

It's not like now, as a mediocre monk in everyone's eyes, who only knows how to deal with money.

The idea of this comb will indeed help him to raise his standing in the hearts of the faithful. The layman in the world seeks fame and profit, but he, an outsider, seeks the great way, but he is not exempt from vulgarity.

This contradictory mind is so clear to this little girl, what a seven-trick exquisite heart.

Hui Lun sighed: "It's a poor monk who is vulgar, and I don't know that the donor also has Buddhism in his heart." ”

Then he got up and saluted her.

Su Rongyi hurriedly stood up and didn't accept it, "The master is serious, I am a layman, how can I be praised like this, I just provide a way to help the master achieve what he wants." ”

Hui Lun said: "The poor monk has practiced for several years, but his vision is really not as good as that of the benefactor, which really makes you laugh." ”

"Where, I'm just a businessman, and for what I think, I use this to exchange with the master."

She made it clear directly.

Hui Lun could also guess: "The donor wants this temple to use your incense on the day of the Dharma meeting?" ”

Su Rongyi smiled: "It's not all. ”

She held up the comb in her hand again and sniffed it, "I make spices, and I hope the master will let the comb pass over my hand again." ”

Although Hui Lun didn't quite understand what she was going to do, she had already been persuaded by her, but she always felt awkward when she asked him to agree to exchange things with her like a business.

Su Rongyi knew that these monks were all high.

"Master, what you are pursuing is the Great Dao, so why should you care about these small sections? The Buddha once said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', even if your brothers and sisters change places with you, will they do better than you? What's more, you are not in hell, but you are just afraid that you will be accused of being contaminated with too much earthly fireworks, and you will hurt yourself and ignore the avenue? ”

"Amitabha," Hui Lun sighed, "the little benefactor has seen the affairs of the world so thoroughly, it is really a rare wisdom root." ”

Su Rongyi felt that he had praised himself a little too much, and he also made a Buddhist salute to him sincerely.

The two have negotiated.

Jianqiu grinned: "Miss, this Master Huilun doesn't seem to be very proficient, and you will be convinced by a few words." ”

"It's nonsense again," Su Rongyi said, "He who is good at arguing is not necessarily a high monk, this Huilun master is willing to listen to my words, and he shows that he is broad-minded and open-minded, which is my luck." ”

If she changes to another monk, how can she handle this five-year Dharma conference?

Fortunately, this Hui Lun monk is a determined and honest monk, and he also appreciates and accepts what she likes, and she is not a person who sells fame and reputation, which is really not easy.

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