Xie Baoshu took advantage of the fact that the demon clan had not yet made a big attack, and during this period, he quickly consolidated his realm.

During this period, the senior monk of the Buddha sect also gave him guidance from time to time.

Nanda, a poor girl who has nothing, lives in ragged clothes, hunger and cold, and the fate of poverty and hardship makes her have to live by begging, and life for her is only humble and poor, and a hopeless tomorrow. However, a karma changed her .......

That day, in the cold wind of Xiao Sa, Nanda begged all day with her trembling hands, and finally got a penny, which was the only one she used to wrap her belly and support her life.

However, the news of lighting the lamp to make offerings to the Buddha shocked her heart! Seeing the kings and ministers of the Acropolis sincerely using all kinds of precious sesame oil and refined Chinese lamps to light the light to make offerings to the Buddha, the poor girl could not help but admire: "How rare it is for the Buddha to live in the world!" At this time, the wish to light the lamp and offer to the Buddha was like a seedling growing quickly in her heart. "What a shame! Because there were few good causes in the past, we were so poor and miserable in this life, even if we wanted to make offerings to the Buddha, we were so embarrassed and lacking. She clenched the only penny in her hand, not unaware that without it, she would be destined to spend the cold night in hunger tonight, but her desire to light a lamp and make offerings to the Buddha was so firm and unhesitating.

This meager penny can only buy the coarsest and smallest amount of oil, but Nanda's sincere and respectful heart is brighter than a lamp. When the old oil seller saw that she couldn't eat enough, but was willing to endure hunger and cold in order to light a lamp and make offerings to the Buddha, he was deeply moved in his heart, and couldn't help but add several times more oil to help fulfill her wish.

From the nobles of the royal palace to the common people, all of them lit the lamps of the Buddha with sincerity, like a river of light, illuminating the Acropolis. Nanda, a poor girl, was also in the crowd, respectfully lighting an oil lamp.

When the faint light is lit in the night, the humble life seems to change with the light, and Nanda feels unprecedented wealth and happiness. When he knelt down to make offerings to the Buddha, Nanda thought of his own poverty and suffering, and even more so of all the sentient beings who were circulating in the night, and made a wish in his heart: "May this light shine in all directions, so that all sentient beings can be separated from the sea of life and death suffering, and attain supreme happiness!"

When the dawn came, the unthinkable happened! No matter how precious the oil lamp was, it could not endure the long night and the oil ran out, and all the lamps were burned out, or blown out by the Venerable Mulian. Only the lamp of a poor girl could not be extinguished even by the greatest supernatural powers, and Venerable Mulian was simply amazed! Who lit the lamp? Even if he heard the wisdom and supernatural powers of the saints, he could not extinguish them!

"Mu Lian, the owner of this lamp, made a great wish to save all sentient beings. Even if the four seawaters were brought in to pour it, it would not be extinguished. This is a lamp lit with great sincerity, and because of its sincerity, the light is endless. The Buddha pointed to the lamp of the poor girl and smiled to solve the doubts of the Venerable Mulian.

At this time, Nanda came to the ashram again and bowed to the Buddha with devotion and respect. The Buddha knew that the poor girl had a supreme Taoist mind, so he said the Dharma for it, and instructed: "After twenty eons, you will have to be a Buddha, a wide range of sentient beings, a name, a light, and a tool."

Foot Ten. Tears of emotion slowly slipped from the corners of the poor girl's eyes, and when she thought of the hardships of the Buddha's life, the poor girl immediately knelt down and put her palms together, praying for the Buddha to allow her to be ordained. After that, she practiced diligently and became a virtuous and admired bhikshuni.

In a temple, there is an abbot who is philanthropist. One day, a beggar with only one hand begged the abbot, who unceremoniously pointed to a pile of bricks in front of the door and said to the beggar, "Help me carry this brick to the backyard." ”

The beggar said angrily, "I have only one hand, how can I carry a brick?" If you don't give it if you want to, why play tricks on people?" The abbot picked up a brick with one of his own hands and said, "I can do such a thing with one hand!" The beggar had to lift a brick with one hand. It took him more than two hours to finish moving the bricks. The abbot handed the beggar some silver, and the beggar took the money and said gratefully, "Thank you!"

The abbot said, "Don't thank me, it's your own money." The beggar said, "I will not forget you." After saying that, he bowed deeply and hit the road.

After a while, another beggar came to the monastery to beg. The abbot took him to the back of the house, pointed to the pile of bricks, and said to him, "I will give you some silver before the bricks are brought to the house." But the able-bodied beggar walked away with disdain. The disciple asked the abbot puzzled: "Last time you asked the beggar to move the bricks from the front of the house to the back of the house, and this time you asked the beggar to move the bricks from the back of the house to the front of the house, do you want to put the bricks in the back of the house or in front of the house?" The abbot said to the disciple: "The bricks are the same as they are placed in the back of the house, but whether they are moved or not is different for the beggars." ”

A few years later, a very decent man came to the monastery. He had only one left hand, and he was the beggar who carried bricks with one hand. Since the abbot asked him to move bricks, he found his own value, and then relied on his own hard work to finally become a rich man. This time he donated a large sum of money to the monastery. Just as he was walking out of the monastery, he came across a beggar begging for him. The beggar was the one who had been well-armed, and he was still a beggar. At the gate of the monastery, the abbot said to his disciples, "You see, this is fate. Destiny is in your own hands, and happiness is created by yourself. ”

A rich man is not born a rich man, and a beggar is not born a beggar. Many rich people become rich because they have worked hard, and many beggars become beggars because they like to sit back and enjoy their success, remembering the words of the abbot: destiny is in their own hands, and happiness is created by themselves.

A master came back from a wandering trip and brought back a packet of walnuts, and the master first took out one and gave it to the little apprentice. When the little apprentice was about to knock it open and eat it, the master stopped him, because the master suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity to enlighten the disciple.

I saw that the master counted 17 walnuts from the bag and put them on the table, and he asked the little apprentice to divide the 17 walnuts into three parts--- one for the master, one for the senior brother, and one for himself. The younger apprentice is required to have a portion that is one-half of the number on the table, his senior brother's portion is one-third of the number on the table, and the master's portion is one-ninth of the walnuts on the table. You can't crack the walnuts open, and you can't

Leftover. This can make the little monk anxious. Seventeen cannot be divisible by two, three, and nine, and it is impossible to separate them according to Master's request? He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but he still had nothing to do.

Just when he was at a loss, he heard the master sigh from the side, "If only there were eighteen walnuts, it would be easy!"

The little monk is a very clever child, as soon as he heard this, he had an epiphany about the master's ignition--- and quickly took out the walnut in his hand that he hadn't had time to eat and made 18 pieces. The problem was solved--- and he was even happier that in the end, the walnut he had obtained first was left and belonged to him.

At this time, the master said to the apprentice: "Now you should know, the key to solving this problem is that you must be open-minded and willing, if you can't take out the walnuts in your hand freely, you will never be able to solve this problem; if you are willing, you can easily solve this problem." And, once you've given up what you already have, you often have nothing to lose. Children, you must remember that life is also a problem, and you must always and everywhere maintain a detached and open-minded mind. ”

Many things seem to be difficult to solve, but in fact, as long as you are open-minded, learn to be patient, learn to be giving, and learn to share with others, problems can be easily solved.

Once upon a time, on this unknown mountain, there were two large spiritual stones that were selected to carve statues of Shakyamuni in a newly built Buddhist temple. The carving found that the material of the first stone was better, and decided to carve this stone first. During the carving process, the stone kept feeling very painful, so he said to the carver: "I can't hold it anymore, don't carve!"

The carver replied, "You can survive for two weeks, and then you will become a Buddha statue worshiped by all people, and if you persist a little longer, you will have good success." After two days of pain, the stone lost its temper: "I'm not doing it!" The stone did not cooperate, and the carver had no way to carve it, so he had to put it aside.

The carver turned his gaze to the second stone, and he asked, "I'm going to carve you now, it will hurt, can you bear it?" The second stone said, "I can absolutely bear it, and you will do what you can." ”

When the carver received such a promise, he was relieved to work boldly. Sure enough, the second stone did not make a single complaint during the entire carving process, and it was carved by the carver into a perfect Buddha statue of Shakyamuni. After the Buddha statue was consecrated, there were too many people who came to worship in the temple, and the temple was dusty. When the people in the monastery saw this, they broke the first stone that had not been completed and was abandoned and spread it on the ground. The stone that refused to be carved because of fear of pain became a paving stone trampled on by thousands of people.

Life is in the world, life and death are compared, benefits and harms are balanced, blessings and disasters are balanced, and joy and anger are called. A small body, a big country, and the whole world are inseparable from patience. We must endure the great cause, survive and solve the predicament. How can we be as hard as steel without being tempered by a thousand tempers? People who are afraid of arduous challenges will not be able to withstand the test of wind and rain. Those who fled

Those who avoid difficulties will never achieve anything

There was a young homeless man leaning against a large tree to bask in the sun. He was ragged and languid, yawning weakly from time to time.

An old monk passed by and asked curiously: "Young man, such a good sunshine, such a rare season, if you don't do what you should do and bask in the sun lazily, won't you live up to the good time?"

"Alas!" replied the homeless man, with a sigh, "in this world I have nothing but my own body. Why should I bother to do anything? Drying my body every day is all I do. ”

"You don't have a home?"

"Nope. Rather than bear the burden of the family, it is better to have nothing at all. The homeless man said.

"You don't have the love you love?"

"Nope. Rather than love followed by hate, it is better not to love at all. ”

"You don't want to make money?"

"I don't want to. The daughter has to come and go, why bother to move the body?"

"Oh!" said the old monk thoughtfully, "it seems that I must help you find the rope quickly." ”

"Looking for a rope?" asked the homeless man curiously.

"Help you hang yourself!"

"Hang yourself, you want me to die?" the homeless man was shocked.

"Yes. People are born and die, and it is better not to be born at all than to die after being born. Isn't it your logic to hang yourself to death?"

If a person is doing nothing, such a person is dead. Only by establishing lofty ambitions, devoting ourselves to life and work with passion, and constantly working hard and hard work, can we realize the meaning of life and realize the value of life.

Once upon a time there was a rich man who wanted to go far away one day, and when he was about to go out, he called out to the servant who was guarding the gate and said, "When I go out, you should watch the door and take care of the donkey." "Don't worry, master, I will do as you tell me. The host went out with peace of mind.

In the first few days after the master went out, the slave did carefully guard the gate and take care of the donkey. But within a few days, the temple in the village invited a famous opera troupe to act, and I heard that the play was very exciting. The slave guarding the door itched to go to the play. But what should I do if my master repeatedly told me to guard the gate and take care of the donkey?"

So he thought, "The master told me to guard the door and watch the donkey, so I tied the door to the donkey's back with a rope and led the donkey to the play, isn't it okay?" As a result, the rich man's house not only had no gatekeepers, but even the gate was gone, and the thief took the opportunity to sweep away the rich man's treasure.

When the rich man came home and saw that all the treasures in the house were gone, he asked the servant, "Where are all the treasures in the house?" and the slave said, "When the master goes out, I have done both things such as guarding the gate and taking care of the donkey, and I do not know the rest." "Tell you to keep the door."

It is that you should protect the treasures of your house, and if you have no treasures, you will not be able to guard the door.

When dealing with things, it is necessary to have insight into the truth of the original situation, grasp the crux of the problem, and prescribe the right medicine to solve the problem. We must not only guard the door of our home, but more importantly, guard the door of our own wisdom. We need to be good at opening our hearts freely with wisdom, so that we don't do foolish things.

Follow-up:

Once upon a time, there was a temple on Putuo Mountain, where an old monk and a little monk lived, and their master and apprentice depended on each other in the temple. One day, the old monk asked the young monk a question: "A person who loves cleanliness and a person who doesn't love cleanliness come back from outside together, should the person who loves cleanliness go to take a bath first, or the person who doesn't love cleanliness go to take a bath first?"

The little monk scratched his scalp and replied quickly, "Of course, the person who doesn't like to clean should go to the bath first, because he is very dirty." The old monk looked at the little monk and was noncommittal.

The little monk thought that his answer was incorrect, so he immediately changed his words and said, "It must be the person who loves cleanliness who went to take a bath first." ”

The old monk asked, "Why?"

The little monk said confidently: "That's not simple, people who love cleanliness have the habit of taking a bath, people who don't love cleanliness don't have the habit of taking a bath, only people who love cleanliness have the possibility to take a bath." After speaking, the little monk waited for the master's praise.

Unexpectedly, the old monk not only did not praise the little monk, but also said that the little monk had no understanding, and the little monk was even more inexplicable.

"Both of them have to take a bath, those who love cleanliness have the habit of bathing, and those who don't like cleanliness need to take a bath. That's the only way the little monk replied. But the master's face told him that he was wrong again.

The little monk only had one last answer left, so he replied timidly: "Neither of them goes to take a bath, the reason is that people who love cleanliness are very clean and don't need to take a bath, and people who don't love cleanliness don't have the habit of bathing." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk said with satisfaction: "Actually, you have already said all four answers, but you always recognize that one is correct, and your answer is not comprehensive. Therefore, coming up with one alone is not the right answer. Such examples are not uncommon in life, especially in dealing with people, sometimes not because they are doing something wrong, but because they do not think about the problem holistically. The world is rich and varied, and there is not only one answer to a question.

In our cognition, there is often only one answer to a question, but this is not true, and many times, there is not only one answer to a question. What kind of answer is correct? As long as it can be explained, it can be said to be correct.

Lao Li planted a chrysanthemum in his yard, and in the autumn of the third year, the courtyard was full of fragrance, and the chrysanthemum fragrance floated all the way to the village below the mountain. All the pilgrims who come to the temple can't help but admire: "What beautiful flowers!" So someone asked the Zen master to plant flowers in their homes. The Zen master agreed, and he personally selected the most colorful trees, dug up the roots, and sent them to other people's homes.

The news spread immediately, and there was an endless stream of people who came to ask for flowers. In the eyes of the Zen master, each of these people is more amiable than the other, and they have to give it to them

。 Within a few days, I saw that there were no chrysanthemums left in the yard. On the last evening of autumn, the monks saw the desolation of the courtyard and sighed, "What a pity! ”

But the Zen master smiled and said to his disciples, "Think about it, what is this for? In three years, it will be a village of chrysanthemums!"

"A village of chrysanthemums", the monks couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts.

At this time, looking at the Zen master, the smile on his face was like a chrysanthemum.

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