Chapter 48 has the heart of the Buddha and has no relationship with the Buddha

The temple is not in size, there is a Buddha and a spirit.

The ancient temple of the empty mountain, the bell rings in the middle of the night, and the Zen sound is misty.

Three hanging flower gatehouses, verandahs on all sides, sandalwood in the meditation room is lit, making people feel calm, and the faint candlelight exudes its unique warmth.

"Boom!"

Another bell rang, only to hear the small shadows in half of the city, with this bell, Wang leisurely woke up, in a trance, as if it had been the year before.

"I'm alive."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Wang's mouth, as if his luck was always so good, every time he was on the verge of a desperate situation, he turned around and survived.

It's just that the price paid for every time he turned the danger into a disaster made him shudder a little when he thought about it.

Wang tilted his head slightly, looking at his surroundings, a lifelike portrait of Shakyamuni Buddha with a compassionate charm hung on the mahogany wall opposite the soft couch, and below it was a quaint desk with only two candles and a pale gold incense burner burning with sandalwood.

A monk in a shabby robe sat on a futon with his back to each other, and the king judged from his back that the monk should not be very old.

Wang quietly observed him for a long time, the little monk sat there motionless, if it weren't for the fact that he saw the little monk's wrist constantly rising and falling, and the sound of wooden fish incessantly, Wang even wondered if he was sitting there asleep.

The king tried to sit up, but several struggles were in vain, and even inadvertently touched the injured internal organs, so painful that he gasped and almost fainted again.

At this time, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and the little monk turned his head, revealing his immature face, which was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Donor, please don't worry, take a rest again, Uncle Shi said that at dawn, you can only get out of bed after the rooster crows three times."

The little monk's voice was crisp and translucent, like a pool of sweet springs, which instantly calmed Wang's anxious heart.

Wang looked at the little monk's eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he could see that the little monk had no ill will towards him.

"What pure eyes!" As if nothing in this world could taint his mind.

Unconsciously, Wang obeyed the little monk's words and did not force himself to get up.

The little monk stood up, walked up to the king, picked up the futon that had slipped aside because he had struggled to get up, and covered it again for him, and then showed the king a kind smile, and said softly:

"Don't worry, don't worry, your friends are all fine, this is Daming Temple, you are seriously injured and need to recuperate in peace."

Wang's heart sank, and at this moment, Wang felt that the little monk in front of him seemed to see through his heart.

The little monk had no sleep all night, and after dawn, there was no sign of fatigue in his complexion, and his spirit was still full.

After three rooster crows, as the little monk said, the king's body has regained some strength, and it is no longer a problem to get up and get out of bed.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

Although Wang kept emphasizing that he was fine, the little monk still didn't worry about letting Wang walk around alone, so he hurried over to support him, for fear that Wang would accidentally fall.

Wang did not refuse the little monk's kindness, he needed to understand what happened after he fell into a coma and the environment here as soon as possible.

And the little monk made him feel a sense of intimacy, so that he couldn't afford to refuse.

"What's your name?" Wang got out of bed with the help of the little monk and asked softly, his voice still a little hoarse.

"The donor just called me Huixin. I was an orphan and didn't know who my parents were, so I didn't have a name. ”

I'm an orphan!

The little monk said it very freely, and Wang suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry!"

This is the first time in Wang's life that these three words have been uttered.

"It's okay, don't mind. The master said, for parents, great goodness. The reason why they lost us is unspeakable, and I never blame anyone. ”

The little monk's words made Wang's heart throb.

Do they also have unspeakable suffering?

Wang took a deep look at the little monk Huixin, and the resentment against his parents that was entwined in his heart suddenly subsided a lot.

"I am also an orphan, and my name is Wang." The devil sent the gods, and the king said such a thing.

Huixin was stunned and suddenly stopped.

Put your hands together, say "Amitabha", and say, "The donor is destined for me, are you willing to be my brother?" ”

"So that we are not orphans." Huixin added.

Huixin looked at Wang with hope, and his expression was full of anticipation

Huixin's actions caught Wang a little off guard, he didn't expect that this little monk who gave him a sense of intimacy would suddenly say such a sentence, and he was stunned on the spot for a while.

At this time, Huixin's immature face was indescribably serious, which did not match his fourteen or fifteen years old, which made Wang feel a lot of pressure.

Wang was about to speak, when a monk in his thirties appeared at the end of the corridor, and when he saw them, he quickly walked up to him and Huixin in a few flashes.

What clever footwork!

Wang's body suddenly shook, his eyes condensed, his upper body suddenly straightened, and he naturally put on a defensive posture.

"Amitabha! Uncle Xiao, Uncle Abbot invited this benefactor to the Daming Buddha Hall for a continuation. The monk didn't seem to see the king's movements, and said to Hui Xinji, his demeanor was very respectful.

Wang looked at the two of them speechlessly, in his opinion, it was more acceptable for the two to switch their behaviors and titles.

"Oh." It seemed that because he had not yet received an answer from the king, Huixin's immature little face was full of reluctance.

However, Huixin still returned the salute and said, "Jiaye, this donor's body is still relatively weak, so please take more care of you on the way." ”

Immediately, he looked at the king again, and said seriously: "The Buddha said, turn the mountains and rivers and turn the pagoda, you and I have a fate, why not follow the fate!"

After Huixin finished speaking, he gestured to the king and Ka Ye, and turned around and returned to the meditation room just now.

On the way, because of the king, the speed of the two was not very fast, and the king wanted to talk several times, wanting to ask about Huixin, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, the voice of Kasa rang out.

"The donor is wondering about Uncle Huixin."

The king glanced at Kaye and did not speak, but his expression already confirmed Kaba's words.

"Uncle Xiao was met by the previous master abbot when he was traveling outside. At that time, he was just an infant baby, abducted by human traffickers, and after the abbot rescued him, he was unable to find his parents, so he took him back to the temple. Later, by chance, the abbot master found out that the little uncle had a deep Buddha heart, and after being amazed, he made an exception to accept him as a closed disciple, which is why the little uncle Huixin has such a high seniority..."

Kaya's words filled the king's heart.

They are all the evil human traffickers!

Wang believes that if there is a choice, Huixin would rather be an ordinary child by his parents' side than choose to be a little uncle in this monastery...

"It's all fate!" As if knowing what the king was thinking, Ka Ye recited a Buddha name and said affectionately.

The king scoffed at Kasya's statement, he never believed in fate, nor would he be at the mercy of the so-called fate, but he did not refute Kasya's statement.

It's not that he's short of words, it's that he doesn't have the time, and he still has a lot of questions to figure out...

"Do you know what the abbot is looking for me? And why am I here? Where is my companion now? …”

While looking at the surrounding environment, the king kept throwing out one question after another in his heart.

From beginning to end, Ka Ye maintained a compassionate appearance, his body was like a Bodhi tree, his heart was like a mirror platform, he was not close to the king, not close, not alienated, not far away, and in the face of one question after another from the king, he said calmly:

"The donor's friends are all resting in the guest room, and the injured donors have also recovered, and the one who saved the donor is my Daming Temple who is responsible for taking care of the Ming Jing Master and Uncle of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as for the donor's other problems, only when I see the abbot can I solve them one by one..."

The king didn't ask any more questions, and quietly followed Jiaye through the winding verandahs and walked towards the Daming Buddha Hall.

Along the way, the doubts in Wang's heart became deeper and deeper, and his expression became more and more solemn.

This is definitely not an ordinary monastery!

Such a huge temple, strange flowers are burning, flying buildings on both sides are inserted, carved and embroidered thresholds, but only a few monks walked by, and every monk does not look "mortal"!

As they walked, several monks seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in fact they disappeared in the blink of an eye, just like when Kasa came

What exactly is this place? More than once, the king had such a question in his mind.

"Boom!" "Boom!" …

Passing through a corridor again, a huge bell in front of me came into view, the bell was full of traces of time, and the bells rang in the wind, although loud but not harsh, the aftermath lingered.

After taking a few steps forward, the king was completely shocked by the sight before him.

The high platform and wide wall, surrounded by clouds and mist, show a Qionglou Yuyu alone, and the book "Daming Buddha Palace" four simple characters.

The font was vigorous and powerful, exuding the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, and at a glance, Wang felt as if his soul was about to be sucked in, and hurriedly removed his eyes.

The king's face turned pale, and a cold sweat surfaced.

At this time, the faint Buddha sounded, as if there were five hundred Arhats chanting in their ears, and a steady stream of them poured into his heart, making Wang Dun feel like a divine light, and the discomfort just now disappeared instantly, and his whole body was indescribably comfortable.

Looking around, everything is calm again, as if what happened just now is just an illusion...

Wang brushed away the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, it was not the first time he had encountered such a supernatural event that could be interpreted by non-scientific concepts, and he quickly calmed down.

Kaye stood aside and did not speak until the king came to his senses. A hint of approval flashed in Ka Ye's eyes, and he said softly, "Go in..."

The king took a long stride and took a few steps forward, when he suddenly found that Kasaba had not followed.

Wang Zhun turned his head, and Ka Ye folded his hands together, and said softly:

"I'll send the donor here, and the rest of the way will need to be taken by the donor himself. There is one more thing that bothers the donor. If you have a heart, I hope that the donor will fulfill Uncle Huixin's wish... Kasaba thanked me here. ”

"Why?" The king looked at Kasya.

The words of Kaya were so misty that the king could not understand them at all.

"Because he has no relationship with the Buddha!"

Inside the temple, an old voice came out like thunder, overshadowing the bell in the courtyard and replacing Kaya's answer.

"Amitabha! Uncle Abbot! Kaye bowed to the depths of the voice, and stood respectfully in place, saying no more.

When the sound entered his ears, the king was shocked, and his blazing eyes looked into the hall...