She muttered to herself: "No wonder you have to leave your homeland, stay in the field outside the nunnery for fifty years and refuse to go back, it turns out that you are carrying this sin on your body, good and good, sinful and sinful." ”

He laughed, raised his head, and corrected him very strictly: "You are wrong, I have been away from home for many years, just to find my wife, my child's mother." ”

She folded her hands together and recited: "Amitabha, even if that woman deceived you, you shouldn't kill someone, everything in the world is taken from the blood of the father's essence and mother, and it can only be formed and born after several tribulations, how can you be deprived lightly?" Donor, you should feel guilty. ”

He seemed to be choked by her awe-inspiring justice, looked at her solemn appearance, and said with a teasing smile: "You have been reciting Buddha all your life, are you still so stubborn?" This is just the thinking of mortals, everything has a cause and an effect, and whatever cause is sown, what is retained will be reaped, isn't it? ”

She argued: "My Buddha is compassionate, and all beings are equal. ”

He stretched, tapped her porridge bowl gently, and changed the subject: "Don't hurry up and eat, the porridge is going to be cold." ”

Looking at the back of his bruised hand, she suddenly asked stupidly, "Then is your wife okay now?" ”

He let out a helpless, low laugh in his throat and stroked his forehead.

She fell silent with him, time passed slowly, she suddenly woke up, she had been chattering in the courtyard for a long time, now it should be the time of the grand palm lamp in the twilight, why is the streamer in front of her still flashing with soft light?

Looking up, she was pleasantly surprised to find that the canopy above her head was as clear as glass, pure and palpitating, and large snowflakes fell on the glass, and after a slight pause, they drew a beautiful arc and fell.

"It's snowing?"

She stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes did not fall into her hands, but she clearly saw the grace of the snowfall.

"You used to love to see snow, do you remember?"

She didn't hear his expectant question, walked to the center of the courtyard tremblingly on crutches, and knelt down - it must be the Buddha who thanked me for reshaping his golden body, and conjured up this fantastic beauty for me to admire, this is the Buddha is transforming me

He stood behind her without a word, listening to her chanting in a low voice—"The flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet." Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death. ”

The three craftsmen worked very hard, not only the Buddha statue was painted with golden light, but also the old offering table, but also painted the gold powder, she stood on crutches on the edge of the threshold and looked inward, the Buddha sitting on the altar had a round and plump face, gentle and kind, not angry and self-righteous, she looked at the golden Buddha stupidly, remembering the thin girl that day, timidly kneeling in front of the Buddha to accept the shaving.

Today is the last day of the renovation project, the craftsman used a soft cotton cloth dipped in water early in the morning to wipe the Buddha statue carefully, and by the way, the entire hall was also cleaned, after some tossing, it was noon.

They lit a pillar of incense in front of the Buddha, prayed a few times and said something offensive in the past few days, and then walked out of the main hall, where she was sitting on a wooden rocking chair in front of the dripping eaves with a black cloth bag.

Last night she was dreaming all night, a toddler since she was a child, babbling and talking, and re-reading her life hidden in the fog, her parents' faces alternated in front of her eyes sometimes clear and sometimes confused, the family was very poor, often eating the last meal but not the next, and behind her, there were younger brothers and sisters who sprung up like mushrooms after the rain with an empty bowl and cried.

After arguing for two nights over the matter of sending her to the nunnery and selling her to a large family as a maid, the mother with red eyes led her through the winding path to the nunnery, which was considered to be a flourishing of incense at that time.

Her mother stood in front of the gate of the nunnery with her scrawny and scrawny, and she let go of her hand.

"Don't look back after you walk in by yourself, from this day on, I am no longer your mother, and you are no longer my daughter."

She looked at her mother with black and white hair in a daze, but she just shed tears and didn't speak.

The mother pushed the door of the nunnery inward, and the door opened, and her tearful eyes shot into the golden light.

"Go to the Buddha and have a way to live."

The mother turned around and strode away, and since that day, she has never seen her mother, father, brother and sister again.

The Buddha really gave her a way to live, although it was also hard, but she finally lived a full stomach and warmed up her body, and she was very content

She woke up at the dawn, staring at the dark in front of her, the scene in the dream was like an ink painting, slowly passing in front of her eyes, she often sighed, this life, I am afraid it is the end, "Master, the Buddha statue has been freshly painted, you can always go in and accept." ”

She handed the black cloth bag on her lap to the leading craftsman: "Master, this is 5,000 yuan, and the wage of 3,000 is too cheap, you have worked hard these days, and you deserve more payment." ”

The craftsman refused, she was anxious, and said in a trembling voice: "If you refuse to accept it, the Buddha will blame the poor nun." ”

The craftsman thought about it, closed the bag, took out two thousand coins from the bag, put it into the merit box on the main hall, and said to her with his hands folded: "Master, we have accepted it, the Buddha is still in the world, and we have decided to donate two thousand yuan to make sesame oil to show our piety." ”

When the craftsman was gone, she stood up on the back of her chair, took her crutches and slowly walked into the main hall, knelt on the futon, and after gazing intently at the glorious Buddha, she picked up the mallet, beat the wooden fish, and muttered the scriptures.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he is suffering for a while. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness. There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. With no gain, Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, has no hindrances, no obstacles, no fears, is far away from upside-down dreams, and is nirvana. The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, attained the three bodhisattvas of Anuttara. Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove one qiē suffering, and is true and true. Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth of the Buddha ”

A mellow voice interrupted her forgetfulness: "You have been reciting the scriptures all your life, don't you feel tired?" ”