The day after Ansu returned home, she took the dictionary she had prepared for Jingming and happily carried a bamboo basket up the mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, the temple was quiet, and there was no one in the room. She put the things in the bamboo basket in the room, and came to the lotus society to wait quietly. But she waited in the Lotus Society for a long time, and she didn't wait for Master Zhishan and Jingming. Puzzled, she walked around the halls, and strangely didn't see the figures of the master and brothers. The temple has always been full of incense, but there are no pilgrims on this day. Although there are not many monks in the temple, they are not everywhere. Ansu finally found a senior brother in the Jizo Pavilion who held the lamp. He told Ansu that Uncle Zhiqing in the temple passed away the night before yesterday, and the temple held a Tubi Dharma for Uncle Shi today. Yes, the monks in the temple went to the Tubi field in the back mountain to bid farewell to Uncle Zhiqing, leaving him alone in the temple to hold the lamp.

An Su folded his hands and was about to exit the Jizo Pavilion, but was stopped by his senior brother.

"Ansu, don't go, everyone will be back soon. You still go to the Lotus Society to study, I'm afraid the master won't have time to teach today, so you should go down the mountain early. ”

"Senior brother, has Jingming also gone?"

Senior Brother nodded.

Ansu withdrew from the Jizo Pavilion and did not go to the Lotus Society, but walked in the direction of the back mountain. She knew where the tubi field was, and there was a big Bodhi tree on the way to that side. That's Jingming's favorite place to go. I remember that a few years ago, she and Jingming ran to the back mountain to play, and when they arrived under the Bodhi tree, Jingming grabbed her and didn't let her go forward. Jingming simply explained to her that it was the place where the monks were reborn in bliss. Later, she realized that it was an incinerator. For ordinary children, they may not know what death means, but for Ansu, who has lost his father and grandfather, there is an unspeakable fear. Out of fear of death, Ansu never approached the Tubi field in the back mountains.

Ansu didn't walk long before he reached the foot of the Bodhi tree, standing under the tree, he could already hear the sound of chanting coming from the Tubi field, and when he looked up, wisps of green smoke reached through the sky. She didn't go any further, she knew that the field was not a place for herself. She waited quietly under the tree for a long time, and gradually heard the chanting getting closer and closer. As the chanting became louder and louder, the monks who had returned to the temple slowly walked towards this side in a neat line, clasped their hands together, and recited the scriptures orally. An Su, who has been running to Myofa Temple all the year round, is familiar with the rituals in the temple, and after seeing Master Zhishan and all the uncles and brothers who are walking in the front, he folds his hands and bows his head respectfully to the side. After the monks passed by, she saw the pure light that followed from the back.

The two stood under the linden tree, silent.

Jingming held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, looked up at the leaves, and looked so compassionate. The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming golden frecks of light that fall on Jingming's face in small pieces, and it looks so sacred. An Su looked at him quietly and didn't speak for a long time. It was as if she had seen the compassionate and solemn sculpture of the Bodhisattva again.

Uncle Zhiqing is a highly respected old Zen master who is highly respected in the temple and usually cares for Jingming. An Su thought that Jingming would be sad, but he didn't expect that there was no sadness on his face, and he was as calm as usual. Those clear eyes looked indifferently at everything around them. Many years later, An Su realized that it was a detachment from birth, old age, sickness and death, and an understanding of reincarnation.

Both of them had no intention of studying, so they simply didn't go to the Lotus Society and walked in the mountains.

An Su saw that Jingming wrapped the Buddha beads around his wrist one by one, which was very good-looking, "When did you start using the Buddha beads?" ”

Jing Ming gestured: "It's just a counting tool." ”

An Su felt that this Buddha bead was different from the one used by the senior brothers. Jingming told her that this was the small-leaf rosewood Buddha beads that Master had brought back from India some time ago.

An Su told Jingming that he saw the new things in the city this time, and his eyebrows fluttered with joy. Jingming listened quietly, smiling from time to time. Although there is a breeze on the mountain trail in the summer, it is still hot for the lively and active Ansu. An Su felt strange, his forehead was already sweating in short sleeves, and Jingming, who was wearing sea green, actually looked refreshing and pleasant.

She asked in surprise, "Little monk, aren't you hot?" ”

Jingming shook his head and gestured with a smile: "The heart is calm and naturally cool." ”

Ansu kept fanning with her hands, hoping to fan out some wind to cool herself. Jingming looked at the beads of sweat that kept coming out of her forehead, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat for her.

An Su was stunned and looked at Jingming, only to see that the expression on his always calm and breezy face was so focused at the moment, and the movements in his hands were so gentle. She liked this feeling very much, closed her eyes and smiled stupidly, and a faint scent of sandalwood came from her nose, which was a unique smell of the little monk. She took a deep breath and greedily enjoyed the fragrance that was unique in the world.

"What are you doing in broad daylight?" An abrupt voice broke the silence of the mountains and disturbed the good time between the two.

Jingming's movements stopped there, and An Su opened his eyes violently, seeing that he retracted his hand unconcernedly. Jingming didn't care, but she did. Because the meaning in these words was ugly, it made her unhappy.

Who is so annoying?

The two looked back at the sound source, and it turned out to be Xiang Hui and Peng Dongjun. How did these two end up here? An Su glared at them unceremoniously.

Xiang Hui looked at them with a gloomy face, obviously the words just now came from his mouth.

Peng Dongjun was different from Xiang Hui, he looked at Jingming in surprise. After a long time, he pointed at Jingming with an incredible expression and said, "You are actually a monk!" ”

In fact, Peng Dongjun was just surprised, and there was no other meaning in his words. But Xiang Hui's words just now had already made An Su unhappy, and Peng Dongjun's words were misunderstood when they reached An Su's ears. She mistakenly thought it was his contempt for the monk. This is the most difficult thing for her to accept. You know, the little monk is the most beautiful person in the world in her heart, and no one can surpass it, so she was very annoyed and almost instinctively shouted: "What's wrong with the monk? ”

Peng Dongjun was frightened by An Su, he didn't expect this girl to be so tough, and he was dumbfounded.

Thinking that the good time the two spent together in the mountains was disturbed, An Su was even more angry. They have been getting along like this since they were children, neither recruiting nor messing with anyone, just maintaining the simple happiness between the two, why should they be questioned by outsiders? Ansu, who was dizzy, continued to yell unceremoniously: "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here! ”

Jingming pulled Laansu and motioned for her not to be angry. But this kind of action is so intimate and dazzling in Xiang Hui's eyes. An Su's appearance was like a lion roaring at him, making him freeze in place, when did he Xiang Hui suffer such anger. He looked at An Su without saying a word for a moment, then turned around and left with a blushing face.

Peng Dongjun glanced at An Su and said angrily: "Why are you like this, people are kind-hearted......

"Peng Dongjun, are you leaving?" Xiang Hui's roar from behind interrupted him.

Peng Dongjun looked at Xiang Hui's back, then at An Su and Jingming, and followed. This man was elated when he came, but now it's like a volcano is about to erupt. It seems that this girl named Ansu is really not easy to mess with, and Xiang Hui will not back down, these two will collide with the earth at any time together.

When she got home in the afternoon, her grandmother told Ansu that two boys said that her classmates had come to play with her today. She told them that Ansu had gone to Myoboji Temple and told them how to get there.

After listening to her grandmother's words, remembering her attitude towards Xiang Hui today, An Su felt remorseful. Anyway, she shouldn't have yelled at someone like that today.

The civil affairs department stepped forward, and the school waived Jingming's tuition and miscellaneous fees. However, the cost of room and board is as expected by Jingming, and you have to bear it yourself. For this reason, Venerable Zhishan made several trips to the civil affairs department and the welfare home, and finally confirmed that Jingming was an orphan. In the end, the civil affairs department gave a certain living allowance on a monthly basis, and at the same time, Jingming was the first top student to be admitted to the fifth middle school, and the school exempted him from the accommodation fee in the form of a reward.

The night before he went to school, Jingming turned out the white-washed brown cloth bag embroidered with lotus flowers, which was the schoolbag he had carried for six years. It turned out to be dark brown, but after washing it countless times, it was already light brown, and the embroidered lotus flower on it was seriously hairy. At the beginning, this bag was prepared for him by the master.

The new clothes that were neatly folded on the bed were sent by An Su today, and they were prepared for him by Grandma An. When he took the clothes, he was very moved. Although he has never had the heart of comparison, he will always be a gray monk's robe in the temple, and he also wears the most modest clothes when he goes to school, but he is still a child after all, what child would not like new clothes? Especially for children who rarely have new clothes to wear throughout the year. He packed two changes of clothes and packed them into a brown cloth bag along with the new clothes Grandma Ann had given him.

All the people in the temple have simple food, clothing, housing and transportation, even Jingming. Jingtang prepared simple daily necessities for Jingming, and watching him clean up his things, this child never needed others to worry about it. This little junior brother who has been by his side for many years has more affection with him than other junior brothers. The only thing this sensible little junior brother needs him to worry about is the cost of living. Although I know that the civil affairs department has subsidies, it costs money everywhere for clothing, food, housing and transportation in different temples outside. The monastic life was simple, and he couldn't help much, so he could only silently open the drawer, which was also something he had prepared for his junior brother for many years.

Jingming was still packing his things, and Senior Brother Jingtang, who had been taking care of himself, came to him, only to see him holding something that looked like a handkerchief.

Jingtang spread out his palm and gently opened the handkerchief, which was littered with a pile of change.

Jingming's eyes widened.

"Jingming, there are more than 100 yuan here, which is the offering of the good believers over the years, I have never spent it, and I can't use it, so I have saved it for you. Know that you will be able to use it one day. ”

Jingming didn't dare to answer it when he heard it, and put his hands together and pushed it back to his senior brother.

"Jingming, the school is not as good as the temple. Although you are given a subsidy, we all understand that it is only enough for you to maintain the bare minimum of life. If you need more than pen and paper, who do you ask for? ”

Jingming didn't say anything, but he didn't dare to answer.

Jingtang wrapped the money in a handkerchief again, picked up Jingming's cloth bag, and stuffed the handkerchief into the bag.