He was grateful first and then requested, thanking Guanyin for his mercy, giving them hope, asking Guanyin for mercy and blessing them to have a child.

From then on, the couple prayed more devout and diligently in their morning and evening services. In the twelfth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, in the middle of the night on the eighth day of the second month of the Wuxu year, the thatched hut was fragrant and full of light, and Mrs. Li finally gave birth and gave birth to a son. Lu Xingyao has been looking forward to his son for many years, and now he has a wish, this mood can be imagined.

People say that the greatest joy in life is "a long drought and a sweet rain, a foreign country meets an old acquaintance, a cave house flowers candle night, and the gold list is inscribed". But Lu Xingyan is a hundred times happier at this moment than when he was named on the big Dengke gold list and the small Dengke cave room was a candle.

He could hardly withstand the shock of this joy, and he stood on the ground, his eyes looking directly at this precious son who had been waiting for many years. It is really like a treasure from poverty, like a lamp in darkness, like food from hunger, like rain from drought, tears of joy and excitement burst out of my eyes.

It's an indescribable laugh, an indescribable joy of the heart. At this moment, I just feel that any fame, fortune and honor in the world are as precious as having a son, which is really a surprise.

He looked at this precious son and thought, it is not easy for me to have a son in my forties, I have to give my son a good name, so that my son can be passed on through the ages in the future.

Parents all over the world want their sons to become Chan, and Lu Xingyan is particularly urgent at this moment.

He thought to himself, this son of mine is purely a gift from God, and the compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva has made my dream come true for many years, and it is simply called a gift from God. It's not good. Called Dream Fulfillment? It's too cheesy again. What should I call it? This name is righteous, and if it is righteous, I have to give my son a good name.

Lu Xingyu was very surprised at night, and before dawn, he was busy naming his precious son.

He racked his brains and tossed until the fifth watch, and his precious son's reputation did not come to fruition. made Lu Xingyao so angry that he really wanted to slap himself in the mouth. In my heart, I, Lu Xingyao, am a person with the title of the gold list and quick thinking, where did I run away today? Even if you are usually stupid, now you have to be smart, and your name is given to your parents and elders, which is different from all living beings, who will give it if I don't give it? No, I'm going to have to come up with a good name for my son now.

He's still energetic. In fact, the road is simple, and the sound is loud. A really good name always uses the most concise language to express the most profound and expansive artistic conception. Like Lu Xingyao's surprise and anxious mentality at this time, it is absolutely impossible to come up with such a good name.

When he was anxious, he suddenly heard a congratulatory sound from outside the door, and Lu Xingyao was startled. There are two monks standing at the door, one is over eighty years old, and the other is over half a hundred, both of them are kind and kind-eyed, and their manners are extraordinary.

The old monk was still holding a crystal bowl in his hand, and asked Lu Xingyan: "Amitabha, the donor has a noble son at night, it is really a great blessing, the old man came to visit rashly, I want to see Ling Lang, I don't know what to do?" ”

Lu Xingyao was taken aback, and thought to himself, he just gave birth to a child last night, and he didn't have time to publicize it, how could this old monk know? "Master, I'm sorry, the child has been crying since he was born, I'm afraid it will disturb the master's pure heart, and it's better to ask the master not to see it."

"Amitabha, donor, please relax, the poor monk can stop crying, you can bring Ling Lang to see the old man."

Lu Xingyu thought to himself, the world is really big, there are no surprises, and there are people who specialize in treating children crying, so let's take it and let him try. Thinking of this, he smiled at the old monk: "Thank you for your kindness, but the child was born last night, and it was inconvenient to hold him, so I asked the two masters to sit in the room for a while, and I will bring him here." ”

After Lu Xingyu finished speaking, he let the two monks into the outer room, turned around and ran into the inner room.

After a while, he wrapped his precious son tightly and hugged him in front of the old monk, and the child was still crying vigorously.

When the old monk saw the baby, his face immediately showed joy: "Amitabha, good! Wonderful! Ling Lang really looks good, treat the poor monk to you a few drops of nectar, and wish you to open the fog and leave the suffering as soon as possible. As he spoke, he gently dripped the nectar from the bowl into the baby's mouth.

It's strange to say, I saw this baby goo and swallow the nectar down, and sure enough, the crying stopped. He opened his eyes openly, looked forward to it, looked at the old monk well, seemed to be familiar, and seemed to know. Lu Xingyu looked at it and was very surprised: "This, thank you Master for stopping the crying for the child." ”

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't have to be polite, just because your son has a relationship with Buddhism, he is a dragon of the Three Realms, and his roots are extraordinary, and the poor monks have to give him a name."

"What is the name of almsgiving?"

"Call Shang Hui (Hui) and Xia Neng."

"Can you go up and down? Master, why is my son called Huineng? ”

"Those who benefit are those who benefit all beings with the Dharma; Those who are capable can do Buddhist things and promote Buddhism. Please remember this name and do not change it at will. ”

"Yes, Master, you said that my son has a relationship with the Dharma, how much fate is there?"

"Amitabha, you will know when the time comes, why bother asking first? Lord Lu, you quickly send Ling Lang back to the inner room to avoid catching a cold. ”

Lu Xingyu agreed, and hurriedly sent the baby back to the inner room, and when he turned around and came to the outer room, the two monks were nowhere to be seen. Lu Xingyu felt that the two of them were like immortals, how could they move so fast!

He suddenly thought of the old monk's prophecy just now, saying that his son can promote the Dharma and transform one side, doesn't this mean that his son will become a monk in the future? He was immediately frightened, thinking about the relationship between father and son and the great event of inheriting Lumen's cigarettes, he did not want his son to convert to Buddhism, let alone allow his son to become a monk.

But he heard the old monk's words clearly, he was extremely frightened, and shouted involuntarily: "No, my son is not called Huineng, I Lu Xingtao has been looking forward to it day and night for more than ten years, and finally I am looking forward to a son, I can't let him become a monk, absolutely not." Two masters, my Lu family has thousands of acres, and I only rely on this single seedling to pass on the ancestry, you have pity on us! Before he could say anything, tears welled up.

Suddenly, he felt a buzzing in his ears, and listened attentively, it was the old monk who was talking to him: "Master Lu, this is a big number, how can the poor monk change it, the poor monk can only predict it slightly." Besides, when Ling Lang grows up, not only is Lao Wei no longer alive, but even Lu Shizhu, you can't be alive, no matter what Ling Lang does, you and I can't control it. Everything has a cause and effect, so why should you be sad about the future? It's better to take care of your body and take good care of Ling Lang! ”

Lu Xingtao felt that he had been enveloped by this voice, and his ears and head were filled with dense sounds, as if the speaker was on his head and beside him. He looked up and looked around, but there was not even a human figure. He believed even more that these two monks were the gods and Buddhas who came to enlighten him, and he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground helplessly, and sour tears came out of his eyes.

Lu Xingtao only heard the voice of the monk talking, and did not see the figure of the monk, so he believed that these two monks were gods and Buddhas, and came to enlighten him, believing that this was the will of heaven, and he could not change it, and he was in great pain.

In fact, it is not a god or Buddha appearing, but the old monk's internal strength is profound, and he uses the superior internal strength of sound transmission into the secret to send the sound into his ears from a distance, so that he can hear it clearly and not disturb others.

Lu Xingtao was sad for a long time before he slowly got up and walked towards the house. When I came to the house, I saw that Mrs. Li was protecting this precious son and fell asleep sweetly.

Lu Xingtao knew that Mrs. was very tired after giving birth, and the child was always crying after birth, and Mrs. had no rest, now that she was asleep, don't alarm her. Besides, she can't let her know about it, lest she can't stand the blow.

Thinking of this, he crept over to the table and sat down in his chair exhausted. Thinking that I have been looking forward to giving birth to a son for more than ten years, but once I gave birth to a son, I had a relationship with the Buddha, and I really had unspeakable hardships in my heart.

He didn't want his son to become a monk in the future, but he didn't know what his son would do in the future.

Officer? I thought about it before, hoping that my son would become a dragon and glorify my ancestors. But officialdom is changeable and very dangerous. The magic of that official chair is too great, and it has made many good people deformed, and they have to spend money to buy officials, spend money to be officials, and spend money to protect officials. In order to achieve the goal, we must use power, strategy, and strategy, and do everything. Who doesn't know that "there is no permanent winner in the casino, and there is no righteousness in the officialdom", it is too difficult to be a good official, but it is too evil to be a corrupt official, it is better not to be an official and be a citizen. It's not good to be a people, the good ones eat together, they can't do it well, they are oppressed by others, they have no food and clothing, and they work hard for a lifetime, so it's better to escape into the empty door and be at ease. But is the cigarette in my Lu family door constantly extinct?