You may not believe that Ansu's enlightenment teacher is pure and clear. Because many things are taught by Jingming, such as reading and literacy. Because of curiosity and clarity

The second elder knew that his granddaughter liked to draw, but she never formally learned it. Grandma learned that Master Zhishan was good at Danqing, so she took An Su up the mountain to beg Master to take her as an apprentice. Master Zhishan had already known An Su and agreed to accept the apprentice. Since then, Ansu has been going up the mountain every day to learn Chinese painting from Master Zhishan.

The Lotus Society is a Buddhist hall dedicated to the monks of Myobo Temple, and the innermost small room has become a school for two children, one to learn Danqing and the other to learn calligraphy. There were simply two tables, two chairs, and nothing else. Later, because Jingming often copied Buddhist scriptures, Venerable Zhishan placed an incense burner on his table.

Ansu doesn't like to learn calligraphy, and practicing it over and over again makes her feel very boring, but she likes to read and write. In the curling cigarette, the little monk sat at the table, his back was straight, and he was refreshed, and his focused appearance often made her look at the paintbrush in a daze. Every time Jingming found An Su looking at him, he always raised his head and smiled at her, and that smile was always so light.

Every time the pear blossoms are in full bloom, the fragrance is fragrant, and the fragrance of the pear blossoms slowly wafts in from the window, infiltrating the lotus society. In the fragrance of the room, the two occasionally looked at each other and smiled, and then finished their homework.

Master Zhishan said that his handwriting was dignified, mellow, and elegant, but it was a little weak. An Su was puzzled when he heard this, but Jingming just smiled. Jingming likes to copy Buddhist scriptures very much, not only can he copy them neatly than his brothers, but he can also remember all the scriptures he has copied. This made Ansu feel amazing. She couldn't help but suspect that Jingming's head was like the three-purpose machine that was sold at home before, and anything could be recorded. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't speak, she believed that Jingming would be able to recite those scriptures fluently.

She had seen with her own eyes that when the senior brother in the temple made a mistake in chanting, Jingming made a gesture of prompting on the side. Master said that the scriptures are long, and monks who have just started practicing will inevitably get distracted during this process, and even if they hold the scriptures, there will still be times when they make mistakes, but Jingming has never made mistakes. Although he did not recite scriptures, he copied the scriptures word for word, and he was a very wise man.

An Su couldn't help but wonder, what would the pure light of chanting be like? The picture of a little monk chanting while knocking on a wooden fish came to mind, and she couldn't help laughing, and suddenly hoped to hear the little monk chanting with her own ears.

Although Ansu went up the mountain to learn to draw from Venerable Zhishan, after all, he was a six-year-old child, so the two children were more likely to play in the temple. The most fun is to play rock-paper-scissors on the long steps at the entrance of the mountain, and the winner moves up one step. Ansu has many chances to win, and every time she looks down at Jingming from a few steps, she always laughs out loud, and Jingming always shows a clear smile at her.

The mulberries on the old mulberry tree gradually changed from white to red, from red to purple-red, and finally to purple-black.

Early that morning, Ansu couldn't wait to pester her grandfather to pick up a full bag for her. Grandma put the fresh vegetables she had just picked from the field into a small bamboo basket along with the mulberries, and at the same time did not forget to tell her not to get the mulberry juice on her clothes, it would not be washed off. Grandma's words, An Su didn't know how much to listen to, so she just nodded.

After entering the temple, Ansu took out the mulberry and sent the vegetable basket to the room. There was only one person in the room, Jingtang, who took the vegetable basket, smiled and held the two green apples in front of her and said, "The tribute left by the donor who came to the temple to burn incense, you and Jingming are one by one." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jingtang." Ansu grinned and stuffed the apple into one of her two pockets, the two pockets were bulging, like two ears growing out of thin air on her stomach, and she looked very cute. She reached into the bag and grabbed a large handful of mulberries for Jodo to let him taste her own mulberries.

Jingtang took the mulberry and told her that Master Zhishan was not in the temple today. Knowing that she was going to find Jingming, he told her that Jingming went to the back of the temple early in the morning. At the same time, tell them not to run too far.

An Su answered the call and left the room and walked towards the back door of the temple. Soon, she found Jingming under a Bodhi tree in the back mountain.

The two sat under the Bodhi tree, and An Su stuffed a bag of mulberries to Jingming as if offering a treasure.

Jingming opened the bag, took out a fruit, and winked at Ansu.

An Su smiled: "That's right, this is mulberry." Taste it. ”

Jingming tasted one and smiled happily.

Ansu was quite proud, "It's delicious, isn't it?" ”

Jingming nodded.

"I'll bring it to you every day from now on, and this year's fruit will bear a lot of fruit."

The two children were happily eating mulberries under the linden tree, completely forgetting about their studies.

This place Ansul is also the first time to visit. There are several Bodhi trees in her temple, each of which is hundreds of years old, and the largest of them is the one on their heads. Jingming also told her that the Buddha had attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree. On that day, Jingming also told her a lot of stories about the Buddha, but she was both gesturing and writing, and Ansu couldn't understand many of them, so she almost read while listening to the stories. It's really tiring to listen to the story like this, An Su thought to himself: How nice it would be if the little monk could speak! It was also from then on that An Su made up his mind that he must cure the little monk when he grows up.

On that day, An Su solemnly said to Jingming: "Little monk, I must make a lot of money when I grow up, and then cure you." ”

Jingming smiled and gestured: "You call me a little monk all day long, but in fact, I am not a monk, and I am not even a novice." I haven't shaved yet. ”

An Su smiled: "The top of your head is bare, and you are still called unshaved?" ”

Jingming shook his head and continued to explain by gesturing and writing: "I am bald, but I have not shaved my head, and I have not received novice ordination. Monk is an honorific title, and only those who have certain qualifications to be able to be a teacher can be called a monk, not everyone can be called a monk. ”

An Su giggled and said, "No matter, anyway, you are my little monk." ”

Jingming listened and smiled shyly.

An Su suddenly remembered something and asked him, "Then will you shave your face in the future and become a real monk?" ”

Jingming nodded firmly.

Ansu was still smiling.

At that time, Ansu did not understand what it meant to be ordained. It was on that day that she learned that Jingming's favorite place to go was under the Bodhi tree.