"Son! If you want to go, lift up your hands and feet for your father. ”

A slightly rich middle-aged man said in a deep voice, and the little monk had a slight understanding, and quietly moved away, no longer acting as a light bulb between their father and son.

Li Ping looked back a little stunned, and found that his father was actually looking at him with a distressed face behind his back.

"Daddy... How did you end up here... Woooooooooooooooo ”

Li Ping looked at his father with tears in his eyes, no matter how he said that he was still a minor child, the moment he gave birth to the knife, he thought that his life was over.

Father Li looked at his son with tears in his eyes, and he also said with some grief and indignation: "Son! It's my father who is sorry for you, in fact, I already knew how dissatisfied and jealous you were with that little Lingjue brother, but I didn't enlighten you in time, so that you were murderous towards him. Alas!

Dad just hopes that you will spend your life peacefully, even if you don't go to that Puzhen Temple to be a great monk, as long as you can do well, I feel that this life is worth it. ”

After all, people's hearts are always fleshy, even if their son has a thousand faults, but the father thinks it is his own fault.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the little monk did not hesitate.

Xiao Lingjue walked up to Li Ping,

Xiao Lingjue stretched out his palm to Li Ping and said, "Donor, please look, my fingers are generally long?" ”

Li Ping shook his head and said, "Master, your fingers are long and short, how can they be so long?" ”

"Is it the same thickness?" Xiao Lingjue continued to ask.

Father Li also shook his head, and then said strangely: "Naturally, it's different." ”

Xiao Lingjue continued to ask, "Is the function the same?" ”

Li Ping shook his head violently, these fingers have their own uses, how can they be the same?

"Is one missing?" Fang Zheng then asked.

Li Ping continued to shake his head: "Little master, don't tease, it's awkward to have one less......"

Xiao Lingjue nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, there are differences in length, thickness, and function of fingers, you can't miss any of them, and you can't underestimate any of them." ”

Li Ping scratched his head, his head was full of fog, and he asked Xiao Lingjue a little strangely.

"Lingjue, what do you mean by that?" ”

Father Li also looked at the little monk strangely.

The little monk continued to smile and said: "The poor monk has a relationship with my Buddha, so he escaped into the empty door, and Li Bo deals with money and goods, which is suitable for business travel, and Brother Ping actually doesn't need to worry about this practice, since he can't practice in seclusion, why not join the army with his own wishes?" ”

Li Ping looked at his father with some embarrassment, he was his father's only son, and even he was embarrassed to decide this kind of important matter.

Xiao Lingjue continued: "The same is true for people, everyone is born different, they have their own independent soul and unique way of thinking, hobbies, and physical strength.

Everyone has their own strengths, and everyone has their own shortcomings. Since ancient times, only by exploiting strengths and avoiding weaknesses can we maximize our value.

There is no fool in the world, whether you deviate or not varies from person to person, as long as you take the path you want and are willing to work hard for it, no matter what the final result is, you will not regret it.

That is a complete life, a life that satisfies oneself, such a life, who can say that you regret it? ”

When Li Ping heard this, he was stunned in place, and after a while, he suddenly laughed, and tears fell from his laughter, and then a sunny boy sat there and cried. Wang Kun cried and said: "Little monk, I am really inferior to you, I can't see it before you, father, I have decided, I want to join the army." ”

"Hmmm! Do a good job, maybe you can also give us Li Jiabo a wife and a shadow son. ”

Father Li finally saw it, and through today's events, he understood a truth, maybe he was too pampered with his son, but it hurt him, if he was allowed to go outside, he might be able to grow up.

Li Ping wiped away his tears, and suddenly his face changed, as if he had thought of something.

hurriedly said: "As far as I look like a pregnant woman, will the army accept it?" What should I do..."

Li Ping's father was also stunned for a while...

The little monk shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, you look at your belly again!" ”

Li Ping lowered his head, and the belly that was originally bloated like a general's belly actually disappeared into invisibility, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and he said in surprise: "Hey! My general's belly is gone! I don't want a knife anymore! Hahahaha! ”

"Look for a fight! You stinky boy, don't get carried away again, I'm not used to you this time, let's go to the army! If you don't do it well, see if I don't clean you up. ”

Father Li waved his fist, but his eyes were full of doting gaze.

"Dad, don't worry, this time I figured it out, how powerful others are, what does it have to do with me, just be yourself. Thanks to the little spiritual awakening, I woke up! ”

"You kid, I wanted to kill your little benefactor before, bastard, let's go back and get a table of food to make amends."

"Alas! What about people......"

"Maybe I went to Fujin Temple......

A clear stream, the little monk held his head in pain, struggling in the water.

The heart-rending pain was irritating every nerve in him.

A quarter of an hour ago, a mysterious voice sounded in my head:

"Heaven rewards hard work, merit is immeasurable, oath is not fulfilled, and reincarnation is not stopped."

A huge amount of information poured into the psychics, memories of his childhood.

Seven years ago, under an ancient Bodhi tree, a little novice was crying alone under the tree, and he said with some reluctance: "Woo... Why don't the Lingjue brothers ignore Lingjue... Is it because I don't have the talent they say? ”

Autumn yellow dead leaves, scattered flying, an old monk stood behind him, just quietly touched his head, and said with a smile: "Autumn is coming, spring, will it be far away?" ”

The little monk raised his head and slowly stopped his tears.

Six years ago, an old woman pointed at the old monk's nose and scolded, "Look at what apprentices you teach? You also killed all my cats, don't you monks pay attention to any kind of compassion? I'll kill you..."

The old monk didn't say a word, but just blocked the little monk behind him, bearing the anger of the old woman.

The old woman couldn't do anything for a while, so she hugged her cat and wept away.

The little monk cried bitterly: "Master, why don't you explain? I wanted to save the cat, but the cat couldn't be saved by the previous naughty boys."

The old monk shook his head and said, "Is the explanation useful?" Some people will only believe what they see in front of their eyes.

Sometimes if you want to do good, you may not be able to do good, and when you do good, don't expect others to be grateful to you, just be fair.

I hope you will always remember my words, and your heart will be at ease, and your heart will stop when you are disturbed. ”