Zhang Bin and Zhao Min are fortunate to be the believers of Shangtou Zhuxiang today.

This is a very special honor in the hearts of people who believe in Buddhism, they feel that the Buddha will definitely pay special attention to you, and your petition will be fulfilled first.

Of course, this is just a glimmer of good wishes in the hearts of the believers.

In the treasure hall, except for the Buddha is a golden body, the rest of the hall looks very simple, and there is no feeling of splendor, but the monks sitting on both sides of the hall reciting Buddhist scriptures bring Zhang Bin a shock far more real than those splendid decorations.

After the two petitioned and came out, the people behind them also came up one after another.

I was a little disappointed when I saw that the incense was gone.

On the platform in front of the mountain, there are some chairs, the kind that two people carry in front and behind.

This is specially for the elderly who come up to petition, and if there is no person who carries the chair, you can ask the temple monk to help.

Zhao Min went to the toilet, while Zhang Bin walked around the treasure hall.

Once in a lifetime, he certainly wanted to be able to see them all.

Next to the treasure hall, an old monk wearing a patched monk's robe was slowly sweeping the ground.

It's really slow.

But on the ground, there doesn't seem to be anything worth sweeping.

This scene made Zhang Bin feel unreal, and he always felt a little slow motion.

The old monk, the sweeping monk, is it really the big boss?

Zhang Bin took two steps forward, and the old monk suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Zhang Bin stood still, not daring to go any further.

"Master", Zhang Bin really felt that this old monk was not simple at this time.

The old monk ignored Zhang Bin and continued to sweep the ground.

"There's nothing on the ground, what is the master sweeping?" Zhang Bin asked.

"Sweep away the dirt of the past life, sweep away the obsession in your heart, sweep away all the things you don't need", the master said slowly as he swept it.

Zhang Bin's mind was confused, mainly because the word "previous life" made him feel a little.

However, the master took the initiative to ask at this time: "The first time the donor has come to this temple?" ”

"Yes, what can the master do?" Zhang Bin clasped his hands together and said respectfully.

"I don't dare to do it, but there is a word that I can give to the donor," the old monk said.

"Please master it", Zhang Bin said with a slight bend of his face.

"Cause and effect in the world, self-theorems, eternal reincarnation, a life is vain, all sentient beings are excessive, and there is no desire in a lifetime", the old monk stopped his movements and put his right hand on his chest, as if he was chanting Buddhism to Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin only felt a bang in his head, and this sentence seemed to go straight to his heart, peeking into his past and present life.

Reincarnation for eternity, a life is vain, sentient beings are unlimited, and there is no desire for a lifetime.

Zhang Bin kept repeating this sentence in his head, and the whole person's heart began to calm down.

"Old Ancestor, the abbot invites you to come over", a monk wearing a yellow monk's robe walked over and said respectfully to the old monk.

Zhang Bin glanced at it, this is a monk's robe that only deacons of Qingxin Temple can wear.

The old monk turned out to be the ancestor, what kind of status is that? Zhang Bin couldn't figure it out.

"Donor, the old man hasn't finished sweeping this land yet, are you willing to continue?" The old monk looked at Zhang Bin with a smile and asked.

"Thank you for the master's enlightenment, willingly", Zhang Bin said respectfully.

The old monk left, but Zhang Bin took the broom and continued to sweep it.

After Zhao Min came out, he didn't see Zhang Bin in front, and after looking for a while, he saw that he was slowly sweeping the floor with a broom.

"Binbin, what are you doing?" Zhao Min asked puzzled.

"Master enlightened, practice here", Zhang Bin said with a smile, and began to speak unhurriedly.

"Master, have you seen the abbot?" Zhao Min asked excitedly.

"The Buddha said, don't say", Zhang Bin sold a pass.

Zhao Min asked Zhang Bin when he was leaving, and Zhang Bin said he didn't know.

Zhao Min was going to stay with Zhang Bin, but he thought that his parents were about to arrive and he had to go back.

"Then you come down early, I'm going back first", Zhao Min saw that Zhang Bin really didn't plan to go down the mountain, so he could only go down first.

Perhaps because of the influence of his mother, Zhao Min believed very much in the cause and effect of Buddhism, and he felt that Zhang Bin's encounter with major events was the reason for his deep fortune.

"You be careful", Zhang Bin admonished.

The master had not returned, and he did not dare to throw down his broom and leave.

Zhang Bin's sweep is a whole day.

The phone rang several times during this period, but he didn't answer.

Cultivation is also an attitude.

If you don't answer the phone, you can't die.

Zhao Min knew that he was cultivating and would not call.

Other people's calls, most of them are business matters, and it doesn't matter if it's a day or two late.

In the evening, it was already dark, and the master finally reappeared.

"Master", Zhang Bin put the broom on his chest and folded his hands.

"The donor has swept the ground for a day, and his stomach must have been hungry, this is the temple's fasting meal, if the donor does not dislike it, you can eat some", the old monk held a bowl of rice and handed it to Zhang Bin in person.

Zhang Bin hurriedly took it with both hands, and the old monk took the opportunity to take the broom.

He was indeed hungry and did not eat at noon, and it seemed that the whole temple ignored him.

After eating, the old monk smiled and said: "It's getting late, why donor might as well rest here for one night, how about going down the mountain tomorrow?" ”

"Thank you, master", Zhang Bin agreed.

The place where Zhang Bin lives seems to be the courtyard of the old monk, which is very small, with two rooms, and a little monk to help with it.

The little monks looked at Zhang Bin with envy while cleaning up the house.

They told Zhang Bin that they had heard from the deacon in the temple that the ancestor's house had not received guests for more than 20 years.

Zhang Bin was a little surprised and asked about the old monk's age.

A little monk told him that he had heard from the deacon that the ancestor was one hundred and eight years old.

Until he fell asleep, the old monk did not come to Zhang Bin, which made him a little disappointed.

The next day, Zhang Bin seemed to hear the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures, which was the monks doing their morning lessons.

Zhang Bin got up and pushed the door open, but it was still black outside.

Zhang Bin walked out of the courtyard, and at this time it was clean outside, and all the monks were concentrated in the treasure hall.

Zhang Bin didn't dare to disturb other people's cultivation in the past, and returned to the courtyard.

The old monk didn't seem to be in the room anymore, Zhang Bin was a little strange, he didn't sleep heavily, but he didn't hear when the old monk came in and went out all night.

It wasn't until the end of the morning class and the bell rang that Zhang Bin went out of the yard.

"Donor early".

Along the way, every monk Zhang Bin saw would greet him and look very respectful.

Zhang Bin was still a little unaccustomed to it, but he still saluted one by one.

Zhang Bin walked through the treasure hall and came to the place where the old monk was yesterday, where he was still sweeping the floor.

"Can the donor rest?" The old monk saw Zhang Bin and asked with a smile.

"Thank you for the master's reservation, I am here to say goodbye to the master," Zhang Bin said.

The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "The donor's earthly fate is not over, you can't stay for a long time, if you don't dislike it in the future, you can come to the temple again, and the old man will sweep the couch to greet him."

"Thank you, master", Zhang Bin suddenly knelt down and bowed to the old monk.

The old monk gladly accepted, and then walked towards Zhang Bin, took out a string of Buddhist beads in his arms and handed it to Zhang Bin.

"Yesterday, the donor took the blame for the old man, and this string of beads is a gift from the old man to the donor."

Zhang Bin looked at this string of Buddhist beads, the surface was already frosted to a very smooth surface, and there was a strange fragrance coming, and the old monk carried it with him, it must be a treasure of Buddhism.

"Master, this is too precious, and the younger generation dare not accept it," Zhang Bin said.

"Buddhism pays attention to everything, and I have a good relationship with the donor, and this string of prayer beads is given to those who are destined," the old monk said with a smile.

Zhang Bin finally took it, and then said goodbye to the old monk again and went down the mountain.