Bashu Emei, the bell of Wannian Temple is melodious, and the little monk Hongyuan hurriedly ran out, strange, there should be no bell at this time. +◆, but, he did, heard a calm, crisp bell.

The big bell "Dangdangdang" was struck by an old monk very steadily, and it was struck nine times.

"Ask Zen, or ask?" The old monk took off his robe a little tiredly, and the sweat oozing from his back turned the pale blue of the monk's robe into navy blue. Put down the ram and walk to the back of the temple.

Hongyuan walked over tremblingly, hugged the thin old monk, and said with some worry: "The ancestor is ......" The old monk waved his hand, with a bitter smile on his face, and said: "It's cold, add more clothes." ”

Hongyuan was even more confused, why did the old monk say this, the weather was getting cold, but it was not yet very cold, he touched the scar on his bald head.

The evening sun was like blood, and the old monk walked a few steps, turned around and said, "I will personally preside over tonight's homework." ”

"Ancestor?"

"The whole temple recites the Sutra of the Bodhisattva of the Earth. Instructed the junior brother Jueming to light up the nine sky lanterns in the back mountain. After the old monk said this, he disappeared. Hongyuan suddenly burst into tears, ancestor this is ...... Is Old Ancestor going west? As soon as the news spread ten, ten spread hundreds, and the entire Wannian Temple was gloomy.

Wannian Temple is wrapped in the setting sun, and the twilight is a little dignified. The bell rang, and it was the signal for the start of the evening class. It's just that today, the monks of the whole temple in the main hall came very early. All of them were gloomy and bleak, and their faces were not good. This is the dojo of the Bodhisattva, and in the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, the monks wear green robes. Some old monks wear yellow robes. Sit there quietly.

The old monk stepped in and walked silently to the front of the futon. The old monk did not wear a robe. Dressed in an indigo blue monk's robe, it looked a little quiet. Blue, it gives people a sense of tranquility. The old monk sat still and muttered, "Chanting." ”

"That's what I smelled. For a while, the Buddha was in the heavens of Enlightenment, speaking for the mother. At that time, the immeasurable worlds of the ten directions, all the Buddhas and the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva came to assemble. Praise Shakyamuni Buddha. It can be in the five turbid evil worlds, and now it is inconceivable with the power of great wisdom and supernatural powers. Subdue strong sentient beings and know the method of suffering and happiness. Send the waiters, inquire about the world-honored ......" As soon as the little monk Hongyuan heard the sound of muttering and chanting, not long after entering the temple, he had already burst into tears and sobbed, and the original wishing sutra that was not smooth was even more pimple.

Some of the old monks also had solemn faces, and their eyes were worried about the old monks in front of them, who were almost dead. Today, Jue'an Ancestor is not wrapped in a robe, and his body is even thinner.

Evening class is over. Usually, the monks who go back to the meditation room do it on their own futons and don't say a word. The old monk woke up from his meditation, and the monks of the temple looked at him with tears in their eyes, feeling a little confused. The old monk immediately cried the most fierce little monk Hongyuan. Seeing him biting his lower lip and his body trembling, he understood what was going on. The old monk got up. The host on the side stepped forward to help, his face full of worry.

"Let's all go back. For the time being, the old man can't ascend to Bliss, and today's rituals. It is done for one person, and you care about it, and you are chaotic, have you ever seen yourself surpass yourself? The old monk pushed away the host's support and walked towards the back mountain. Leave the monks to wipe their tears in surprise, the ancestors will not die, and there will be pillars in the Wannian Temple.

Seeing that Jue'an Ancestor was gone, everyone was relieved from the surprise, and they all looked towards the last futon, shouting angrily and hatefully: "Hongyuan! ”

The little monk was grinning happily at this time, and suddenly felt embarrassed: "Uncles and uncles, senior brothers, there are still ...... Little Monk Knows ...... I know ...... wrong."

"Hongyuan, punish you for copying the Jizo Sutra a hundred times."

"Ah, that senior brother Hongguang, senior brother went to clean the tower temple first." The little monk blushed, touched the little bald head with a ring scar, and leaned towards the door with some grievances.

"Stop!"

The little monk was clever and ran fast, and a group of senior brothers of the same generation behind him rolled up their sleeves, wanting to clean up this Hongyuan.

The old monk faltered. Standing at the edge of a cave in the back mountain. Outside the entrance of the cave, the young monk was as calm as a rock, and the black hair on his head was like spring grass. The person who said the scriptures with the eyes of the shore clasped his hands together, and under the sunset, he looked like a golden-bodied Arhat. "Amitabha, if you can't figure it out, go down the mountain."

The young monk remained silent.

Jue An shook his head and stepped into the cave. There is no cave in the sky, and the nine sky lanterns are in a trance like stars in the sky. The white-clothed monk looked serene, holding a small bamboo stick, whether to pick out the burned cotton thread in the lamp. The flames grew a little bigger.

"Is there really such a thing as a change of life?" The white-clothed monk was neither happy nor sad, and looked at the old monk.

"I don't know, if you die, you don't have to bother your junior brother to light the sky lantern." The old monk looked up, and the sky could be seen above, and at this moment the red light was dim, and the night was about to be ushered in. "These two are both people of the Daomen. All the real Mai have their own attainments, but they don't know why they came together, and they were so badly injured. ”

The white-clothed monk walked down and said, "That young man is fine, the external injuries are a little serious. As for the woman, she has run out of oil and dried up, why does the senior brother still say that there is a glimmer of life? Is there really such a thing as changing one's life against the sky? The white-robed monk asked the question again.

"Maybe there is, maybe not." The old monk smiled and said, "There is never anything in the world that is made in vain. If you want to change your life against the sky, the pay is often greater than the return. Therefore, if you want to change your life, it is better to think about how to know the destiny of heaven. ”

The sky above his cave murmured, "There will be no clouds tonight, but the sky will be full of stars." ”

The white-clothed monk nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "Senior brother is not unbelieving in the stars. Seeing that the light of a fire was faint, the white-clothed monk got up and picked up the wick without hurrying, so that the nine hundred and ninety-nine oil lamps could not be extinguished for a moment, which was also a technical job in itself.

The old monk Jue'an helped to refill some oil on a sky lantern, and said: "The old man doesn't believe it, a hundred years are in a hurry, the wind and clouds are changing, but the stars are only long, so how can the stars come from." ”

The white-robed monk smiled but said nothing.

As the old monk expected, the sky was full of stars tonight.

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In the prayer hall, there are two long beds, which are enshrined in front of the Buddha statue, like boys and girls who are used to worship ghosts. Wang Xu'er, who was pale, had all the green silk and could only be wrapped in a silk scarf. The young man on one side, wrapped in a white cloth, like a mummy, blood seeping out. He still smiled and turned his head sideways, son.

His head is also very bright, even brighter than Wang Su'er. In order to make her less sad, she shaved her head with a knife. The body is skinned, and he is affected by his parents, but the young man has never seen his parents, he is not that exquisite, he just, he just wants to make Wang Xu'er happy, so he shaved his own head.

There's a silly naivety called I just want you to be happy. (To be continued......)