"Amitabha Buddha ......"

When everyone was humble, a group of monks suddenly came out of the temple, led by a monk wearing a yellow robe who was more than half a hundred years old, and the nine ring scars on his head were shining, but the short white hair outside the ring scars was erect, I saw him come directly to Mengfan after the guidance of a young monk, and put his hands together: "Little donor, the poor monk is polite." ”

"Amitabha...... Guru...... You...... Good morning! Meng Fan was a little flattered in addition to not knowing why, and even folded his hands to greet the monk master with a modern sentence.

"Good ......" the master smiled and nodded: "Little donor, the poor monk is the abbot of Jinshan Temple, and the little monk has passed on the report, saying that the little donor is a person who is quite Buddha-like, I wonder if the little donor can allow the old man to lead you to the Guanyin Temple to worship?" "He became a monk at the age of twelve, and now he is fifty-one years old, but he didn't expect that today, after many years of boredom, he would encounter the manifestation of the Bodhisattva in the monastery where he practiced, although he didn't see it with his own eyes, but it didn't matter, everyone had curiosity, and he could think of a way to prove his doubts.

Your own turf! Meng Fan wanted to answer like this, but he felt that it was inappropriate, so he hesitated, then raised his head and smiled, and said crisply: "So, it's an honor!" Master Jingran, thank you! She can't walk in front of her grandmother, at most she can help her grandmother walk beside her, and there is an old monk in front of her to lead the way, so the problem she is entangled in will be solved.

It's just that why should people stand up and solve the problem for her?

It's not that she hasn't thought about it, but if she thinks about it, maybe it's because such a temple has been built in this poor and remote place, and the incense in the temple is not at its peak, so this Jingran master has always been so enthusiastic about the believers from all over the world who can come.

Guanyin is kind and kind-eyed, like the most gentle father in the world and like the softest mother, the shallow smile and groaning expression, looking down at the beings under his feet, makes people's hearts warm.

Looking up at the statue of Guanyin, with the most sincere and sincere smile, the childish and poor family after the crossing feel a kind of warm happiness at this time.

I got up and turned my head, but I saw that everyone was still kneeling there, and I wondered, did I seem insincere enough? Because everyone knelt for so long, who knew that at this time, the crowd behind him also stood up one after another, so Mengfan didn't think about this.

"Little donor, this temple is already preparing fasting, I wonder if the donor can stay and use some vegetarian tea and vegetarian snacks?" Master Jingran smiled and made a suggestion.

Mengfan knew that she was a child now and had no place to speak, so she threw this question to her parents with her eyes.

Unexpectedly, grandma was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth, so she hurriedly responded.

"This ...... We don't have much rice and vegetables, which is only enough to eat for three or five days......" Seeing that Brother Hua next to Mengfan was eating very well, the old monk touched his head a little embarrassed, and he sat directly opposite Mengfan.

Mengfan came to this life for the first time in the temple to eat fast, there are only two plates of fasting on a table, a pumpkin pie, a coarse corn bun, she chewed and tasted it slowly, she didn't expect this master's words to be so direct, raised her head and smiled, seeing that Master Jingran still had the meaning of what to say next, she gently put the half-bitten pumpkin pie in her hand on the edge of the only plate on the table, picked up her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips shallowly, looking at it with a smile.