After the Venerable Master finished his teaching, there was a short period of time for the devotees to ask questions. I saw a medium-sized, thin but handsome young woman sitting in the back row stand up, salute the Venerable Master with her hands together, and said in a somewhat dry but loud voice, "May I ask the Venerable, can I become a monk?" ”

Hearing this, everyone looked at this woman who was plainly dressed and had a resolute face like a rhinoceros looking at the moon. The mage did not answer her question immediately, but stared at the woman for a moment with a deep, calm gaze. Then he said in a still thick voice: "Amitabha, why does this benefactor want to become a monk?" ”

The woman's expression was slightly excited, and she said, "In order to concentrate on reciting the Buddha, the monk will be reborn in the Western Elysium as soon as possible, and he will save all sentient beings who are destined to save him." ”

"Amitabha, the donor is really a bodhisattva's heart, the old man sees that you have deep roots in the Buddha, you are a person in the Buddhist sect, but you are just ......"

At this point, the mage paused. His eyes were slightly closed, and the Buddhist beads in his hands were sliding unhurriedly. Seeing this, the woman looked a little anxious, her face flushed, and she asked faintly with some crying in her voice, "It's just what's wrong?" Am I not destined to become a monk? ”

The mage still didn't speak, and the beads still turned so never, and there was silence on the field.

Suddenly, three fierce men broke into the mountain gate, two of whom were still carrying wooden sticks. The silent crowd began to stir, and the mage did not react as if he were out of the world.

The person who came went straight to the woman who had just spoken, and the woman's expression seemed to become nervous, and her pink cheeks instantly turned paper-white.

I saw the man in the lead, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing two arms that were not strong. A few sparse short mustaches on his lips twitched spasmically along with his dry face.

rushed to the woman, without saying a word, grabbed the woman's thick black braid, and dragged her out of the crowd. The violent pull threw the woman to the ground. The man was still tugging at his pigtails and wouldn't let go, kicking and kicking the woman with his foot, and yelling viciously, "Let you run!" Let you run! Lao Tzu bought you for ten yuan, which is to teach you to serve Lao Tzu, not to teach you to run the temple all day long. ”

The voice, mixed with a thick wheezing, squeezed out between the teeth, carried a hint of evil.

The woman on the ground seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment, only to see her curled up not plump body, covering her bloodless face with both hands, clenching her teeth, no matter how the man kicked and beat, she didn't say a word. The whole body froze on the ground, and two lines of crystal tears flowed down the palms of the hands sadly.

The crowd began to commotion, and several men and women sitting in the back row stood up one after another. Among them, a middle-aged man shouted at the man who was scattering wild: "Hey! Is there anything you can't say well, why do you beat people? ”

The man who beat him glanced at him, his mouth was like a warning before he died, and he shouted intermittently, "I...... Beat my aunt...... It's none of your business. ”

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at the man who spoke, and kicked at the woman on the ground with his feet weakly. The middle-aged man probably didn't dare to say anything more because of his obscenity, but pointed at him with his finger and sighed helplessly. The sitting mage was still frozen there, as if nothing had happened, and the other monks and monks of both sexes were also following the example of the mage, not moving like a clay sculpture, not even turning their heads to look back.

Juanzi appeared out of nowhere, and had quietly latent in front of the beating man. I saw her blushing slightly, and yelled at the man who beat her: "Let go!" ”

The man was suddenly stunned for a moment, and when he saw that the person who came was a beautiful big girl, the frightened look on his face immediately turned into an evil lewd smile. The hand that had been tugging at the braid involuntarily let go. The thick black braid slowly slid down the woman's face and formed a beautiful flower.

Without waiting for the man, the half-open mouth made a sound, and Juanzi threw up a beautiful outward swing leg, which hit the man's fleshless cheeks, and staggered back a few steps, and then fell to the ground like a bundle of cotton wool. Covering his cheeks, he screamed and rolled on the ground like a donkey.

Juanzi reached out and picked up the woman who had fallen to the ground and patted the dust off her body.

At this time, the two men with wooden sticks in their hands took the opportunity to hold the sticks together and pounced on Juanzi. Juanzi unhurriedly pushed the woman towards the crowd behind her, and turned to take a step. At this time, two sticks were already hitting her head at the same time. Seeing that the stick was near, she took a short step, and the person was behind the two men, only to see her twist and kick the back crotch of one of them. Then, at another man who had just turned his face, a high leg swept over the back of the man's neck. I saw that the man staggered and fell on several men, and was pushed by several people in annoyance, and finally fell to the ground softly.

When Juanzi saw the two men lying on the ground playing with dead dogs, she took a proud step and walked towards the man who covered his cheeks with his hands and squatted on the ground like a monkey.

When the man saw her coming, his instinctive body moved back, revealing half of his mouth from the palm of his hand, and begged for mercy: "The woman spares her life." ”

Juanzi was not angry, kicked him in the shoulder, and said, "Get up!" ”

The man got up from the ground tremblingly, and Juanzi kicked him in the back again, scolding, "Do you dare to hit a woman?" ”

The man, covering his obviously swollen face with one hand and his shriveled ass like a goat with the other, muttered pitifully, "Don't dare to grin, don't dare to grin." ”

At this time, the beaten woman came over, smiled reluctantly at Juanzi, and whispered, "Sister, thank you, since he is soft, let him go." ”

Juanzi snorted coldly and shouted, "You forgot how he beat you just now?" Why are bones so cheap? ”

The woman still had an embarrassed smile on her face, and whispered, "You have to be forgiving and forgiving." Besides, you have choked them enough, and you have also made them lose the face of men, and he will not dare to be wild in the future. ”

When the man heard this, he hurriedly nodded at Juanzi again, and bowed his waist, and glanced at the woman with his eyes from time to time, and his eyes seemed to contain gratitude.

Just when Juanzi didn't know how to end, a strong voice: "Amitabha" broke the deadlock in front of him. With a kind smile on his face, the mage beckoned to the man and woman, and said, "Take a step closer, the old man has something to say to you." ”

The man hesitated a little, slowly approached the mage, and stared stiffly at the mage with a calm face with a pair of suspicious eyes. The woman folded her hands, bowed respectfully to the mage, and stood silently beside the man.

The mage's clear gaze swept over them like a magic mirror. Then, he said to the man in a calm voice: "This woman next to you is a noble person of your family. All members of your family, including you, will be saved from the sea of suffering by her mercy. ”

The man looked at the mage suspiciously, his half-open mouth twitched a few times, and snorted, "Really? ”

The Venerable Master's eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was calm and magnetic, "The monks don't speak. ”

After a pause, the mage continued, "Your relationship with this female benefactor is over, and you will only have more troubles, so you can let it go." In this way, both you and her will be liberated. ”

The man swept over the mage and the woman with his flashing triangular eyes, and for a moment he lost his attention.

Seeing this, the woman turned around and smiled softly at the man, reached out to pat the dust off the man's body, straightened his crooked collar for him, and whispered: "No matter how you beat and scold me on weekdays, I will not hold a grudge against you." Instead, I want to be grateful to you. It was you who made me determined to become a monk. In the future, find a proper woman to live a good life, and don't mess around with those second-rate people. My mother has a bad stomach and eats slowly, so I give her less food at a time. Otherwise, it will be cold when you eat the back of the meal. In the future, if I become a Buddha, I will be the first to save you. ”

The man looked at the woman stunned, the expression on his face was complicated and confused. His mouth moved stiffly, and he muttered to himself, "Ten oceans is a fool." ”

When Juanzi didn't know anything, she was already hidden behind the man. When he heard this, he took out ten oceans from his money bag, smashed them on the man's hand, and said, "These ten oceans are returned to you!" ”

The man's face was happy, and he hurriedly pulled his hand to see that his hand was empty, and the money was still in Juanzi's hand. Juanzi looked meaningful, threw the silver dollar high into the air, and reached out to skillfully catch it in his hand. Chong smiled mysteriously at the man and said, "I have already returned the money to you first, and you have returned the money to me, so that I can donate the money to the temple and accumulate some yin virtue for you." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and threw the silver dollar into the merit box. The man had a crying look on his face, and reluctantly smiled and said, "Okay, okay, just follow the woman's wishes." ”

Juanzi whispered in the ear of a fair-skinned young nun for a while, returned to the man, and said with a serious attitude: "Since the money is still in your hands, you should write a letter of resignation, so that the two of you will have nothing to do with each other." ”

The man nodded helplessly and timidly and said, "It should be, it should be." ”

By this time, the nun had already put the pen and paper on the table. The man shook his head with a wry smile, and quickly wrote the letter of resignation that decided the fate of the woman.

It was only at this time that the Venerable Master raised his loud voice and said, "Amitabha, good and good, this female benefactor, it is only now that your marriage to become a monk has matured. On the fifteenth day of the first month of this month, Master Fahong will shave for you. ”

When the woman heard this, she fell to the ground and bowed to the mage. Tears of happiness poured out like a hot spring. The sound of crying filled the solemn dojo for a long time. The voice was like a song, as if it was telling people everything: the suffering of the past, the happy future, and more importantly, the fervent hope of the West of the afterlife, and the unwavering faith. The voice was continuous and euphemistic, like a wisp of Bodhi Zen silk, lingering in people's ears and lingering in people's psychology.