The next morning, several people were asleep, and Jia Fu woke up and looked at Liu Sheng next to him as if he was pondering something, and asked him about yesterday's doubts. The tone was very low, so as not to disturb it, there were still a few people sleeping around: "Brother Sheng, what do you say is a Buddha?" What is Tao? Why are these monks, as well as Mingyi's bull-nosed old way, the same heart? “

"It's not that you haven't seen these monks yet, how can you say that you have the same heart as Daoist Mingyi?" Liu Sheng also asked Jia Fu in a very low tone.

Jia Fu answered Liu Sheng's question without hesitation: "Didn't you hear them say it yesterday, do you feel that these monks have a bad heart?"

"I didn't expect it to be this hour in a blink of an eye, haven't you slept well?" Yang Yong woke up from his dream and said loudly to a few people who were still asleep. After speaking, he looked at the sunshine outside the tent, yawned, and stretched.

Several people were woken up, Wang An was a little unhappy, and said to Yang Yong: "Disturb people's dreams."

The three of them were in a daze, Sima Zhao looked at the scene in the tent, and suddenly asked, "Where is the old man?"

At this time, a few people reacted, Jia Fu was interrupted by the question just now, and said a little unhappily: "You guys got up too late, and others woke up early."

"Is it out?" Yang Yong asked suspiciously, and scratched his head.

Liu Sheng looked at these people, sat up one by one, staggered and looked helpless, and said helplessly: "When you wake up, go wash up, and go back to wait for the imperial court to announce the results of the imperial examination."

"If you don't say it, I'll almost forget." Sima Zhao patted his head exaggeratedly, his head that had just woken up.

The five of them hurriedly got up for a while to wash up, and planned to go back to the tent. Found a tent next to it, and a familiar voice came from it.

"The master has caused you trouble for this old problem with me."

"The convenience of monks and others is convenient for themselves, and the old donor does not have to worry about it."

"So there is Master Lao......"

Several people hurriedly stopped, and Jia Fu walked to the tent to open a gap. The rest of the people hurriedly walked over to take a sneak peek, and a kind of thief mentality rose from their hearts.

In the tent, yesterday's old man was lying on a straw mat on the ground, with no clothes on his upper body and a few needles stuck in his back. A person crossed his knees beside the old man, pulled out needles from the side of his hand, and watched the acupuncture points inserted. Since it was facing away from several people, only the back could be seen.

Seeing this, several people hurriedly waited outside, Jia Fu turned his head and pointed to the back in the tent and whispered to them, "This must be an old monk."

"Agree......" Yang Yong heard Jia Fu say that he was a monk, so he hurriedly looked carefully into the tent for a while, and turned his head to echo.

Liu Sheng, Wang An, and Sima Zhao also carefully identified it inside, and nodded in agreement.

After the treatment, Jia Fu and the others walked in and found that the person was indeed an elderly monk. With a bare head and kind eyes, wearing simple monk's robes, he looks a little rich from the point of view of his body shape.

"It turns out that you are here, why don't you sleep more" The old man heard the footsteps, turned his head and found that it was Liu Sheng and a few people, and hurriedly asked with concern. At this time, the monk removed the last needle from the old man's body.

Sima Zhao heard the old man's question, and hurriedly replied in a gentle tone: "There is Lao Lao's care, but such a good time, how can it be wasted in a coma."

"It's inconvenient for the old man to get up now, and the rudeness is still looking at Haihan." The old man looked at them with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"How dare you ......" After a few people finished politely, Wang An and Yang Yong hurriedly walked towards the monk and saluted him: "The younger generations Wang An and Yang Yong have seen the master."

"It turned out to be two donors, and they haven't seen each other for a long time, but they're fine." The monk did not wait for Wang An and Yang Yong to answer, and announced the Buddha's name to Liu Sheng, Sima Zhao, and Jia Fu: "Amitabha, the poor monk has seen you quietly."

"The master is polite," Liu Sheng and the three of them hurriedly returned the salute and said.

Wang An looked at the meditation monk and asked suspiciously, "I heard that the master didn't leave the temple many years ago?" Why are we here today?"

"Then why is the donor here again?" The meditation monk replied to Wang An's question.

Yang Yong heard the question of the monk Jingxin, and hurriedly replied: "I traveled with these friends yesterday, and I didn't want the city gate to be locked when it was too late. As a last resort, I wanted to go to your temple to spend the night, but I didn't expect that when I came here, I saw this kind-hearted old man."

Monk Jingxin heard Yang Yong's explanation and explained to them: "Half a moon ago, the disciples in the temple found that the victims who fled from the south showed signs of gathering outside the city. The poor monk and several others consulted and decided to help the victims and settle them here. It's a pity that most of the people in the temple have gone south, and now there are only 1,000 disciples still in the mountains. If there is a shortage of manpower, I Buddha is compassionate, and how can we stand by and watch."

The old man had already dressed and stood up at this time, and bowed to the meditation monk: "If it weren't for the compassion of the master and others, I don't know how much more suffering we would have to suffer."

"Old man is more polite, this is what I should do when I wait for the monks." The meditation monk hurriedly returned the salute.

Liu Sheng looked at the meditation monk, and the figure of Mingyi Daoist appeared in his heart, and he sighed and said to him with admiration: "I am afraid that Master Guan is only no less than eighty years old, and he can still do such good deeds at such an advanced age, I admire him."

"It's not a secret, the poor monk is eighty years old." The meditation monk replied indifferently.

After hearing this, several people were in awe, and Jia Fu sighed: "Master Guan is so old, he can still behave like this. Thinking about what he did before, it really makes the kid ashamed."

"What the poor monk did was nothing, but there was a female benefactor in white, who was born with a bodhisattva heart, which made the poor monk envious. Good and evil are born from the heart, Buddha and demons in a thought, I look at the donors of a few people, all have compassion" The meditation monk looked at a few people, and said slowly and modestly.

Sima Zhao heard the monk Jingxin talk about a white-clothed female benefactor, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of him. The beauty is like the heart of a flower bodhisattva, and the white clothes are like Guanyin descending into the world. For a moment, my eyes seemed to be obsessed.

Wang An looked at Sima Zhao and asked with a smile: "Sima Dacai, what are you thinking, so fascinated."

"Oh, nothing". Hearing Wang An's question, Sima Zhao seemed to wake up from a dream. After settling down, he asked the meditation monk: "Last night, I heard my uncle say that your temple will go south in a few days to relieve the disaster, I don't know if this matter is true.

"Yes, now the flood is raging, and the south is a flooded country. Seeing such a tragedy in the world, how can the people of my generation stand idly by? Half a year ago, the disciples in our temple were intermittent, and more than 2,000 people rushed to the south. If it weren't for these victims a month ago, they would have been displaced outside Luoyang City and would still need to recuperate. Today, in my temple, there should be no one," the meditation monk explained to everyone, but he fell into deep thought. The next decision in my heart was that while I could still move around now, I should go south with my disciples. Although he is old, this cannot be a reason to stop himself.

Sima Zhao bowed to the meditation monk: "I am originally from the south, and I have seen the displacement of the victims along the way, and I am miserable. What a blessing the world is to learn about your temple today."

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and there are thousands of red dusts. Do you not practice mercy because of your labors?" The meditation master's eyes showed compassion, and he sighed, followed by another Buddha name: Amitabha.