An old monk in sackcloth is dozing off in front of the hall, the sound of snoring is endless, and the sleeping posture is quite unsightly, if you change to someone else, it is estimated that you have been driven down the mountain by the monks of the Streamer Temple.

But this sloppy old monk is the abbot of Liuguang Temple. In his words, although my body is tattered, my heart is righteous and bright.

Xiao Lingjue came a little late, he had missed the time to borrow books, and he blamed himself in his heart, so Xiao Lingjue sat outside the main hall, sat down slowly, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, wanting to wake up while waiting for the host!

There is a rule in the Liuguang Temple, there are two days in ten days to borrow scriptures and books, ten days is fifteen days, miss today to wait for another fifteen days, but it is not beautiful, the little monk can not bear to disturb the abbot's dream, can only wait quietly on the side.

The little monk sat cross-legged on the ground, but he was so bored, and suddenly remembered the few proverbs that the master had said to him, and muttered in his mouth: "The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust!" ”

The old abbot, who was still snoring and dozing, actually blinked slightly from the corner of his eye, and then there was no movement.

The little monk, every word, and like the sound of falling water in a clear spring, a group of birds and birds flying over the temple, actually attracted by the voice of the little monk, gathered in a row, sat quietly on a tree next to the little monk, and the little monk smiled.

The flock of birds was not disturbed, but stayed quietly, like a group of settled boys, very well-behaved.

The little monk chuckled and said, "Well, since I have a relationship with you, the little monk will send you a copy of creation!" ”

Shao leaned, his face was solemn, and he said softly: "Su Bodhi White Buddha words, World Venerable." There are quite a few sentient beings, and they have to hear such words and sentences. If you don't believe it, the Buddha told Bodhi. Don't do it and say......"

The scorching sun is like a violent murderer, whipping pedestrians on the road with a hot leather whip, but the little monk is calm, reciting the Diamond Sutra under an old tree in the scorching summer.

When it comes to entering the gods, even himself has entered the realm of sitting and forgetting, without him, without me, only a trace of clarity in the spiritual platform in his heart, but he has never found that a figure is staring at him.

Dozens of birds and finches are listening to the lecture, none of them have left, as if pieces of colorful leaves are inlaid on the old tree, some of the birds have a hint of gold in their eyes, and some of the birds seem to have grown a little wisdom and become more aura.

After a short time, the little monk finally memorized the last paragraph of the "Diamond Sutra":

"What is a speech for a person, it is not taken from the appearance, if it is not moved." With the last paragraph, the little monk finally memorized the entire 8,102-word Diamond Sutra, and secretly said in his heart: Why is my memory so strong now? It's just unforgettable, the Diamond Sutra that I couldn't memorize before, but today I passed it all over again?

I think it's incredible, and I can't find a reason. However, he slowly stood up from the ground, said a Buddha call to the birds and sparrows who were still watching, and said: "The little monk's scriptures have been recited, I hope you will retreat!" Amitabha, good, good! ”

"Chirp!" Suddenly, a hundred birds chirped in unison, and the sound of clear chirping resounded in all directions, and then they swooped down towards the little monk, who didn't know why.

The golden glow of the scorching sun swayed wantonly on the body of the little monk, and the little monk's face was glowing with golden light, like a little Buddha Tuo descended into the world! Hundreds of birds are blessed in the body, and the momentum is magnificent.

The old host looked at the protagonist on the field indifferently, it turned out that Gujing Wubo's eyes flashed a hint of discoloration, and at that moment, a thought even flashed in his heart! Take him as an apprentice and give him your inheritance.

But when he thought that Comet Neng had already accepted him as a closed disciple, a trace of regret crossed his heart.

Xiao Lingjue looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him with interest and immersed himself in it! But, suddenly I heard a shout in my ear!

A voice full of energy said: "Amitabha, you have already attained this creation, why don't you leave here, maybe there is a possibility of enlightenment!" ”

Lingjue turned around and found the old host staring at him with a smile, and the little monk hurriedly folded his hands and saluted: "Amitabha, Xiao Lingjue has seen the host uncle!" The teacher and nephew are polite. ”

The old host nodded his head to show that he returned the salute, and said in surprise: "Xiao Lingjue is really amazing, and he can actually attract a hundred birds to visit the Buddha!" Amitabha, it seems that my Buddhism is about to produce another enlightened monk, which is really a blessing for my Buddhism! Good, good, good! ”

The little monk hurriedly said modestly: "The host uncle is really a false praise, the little monk is still far away, a hundred steps in life, only to accumulate a step!" I also hope that the host teacher will teach the younger generation! ”

The old host pointed to the birds in the sky with his finger, smiled bitterly, and said, "The old man still wants you to teach me how to make a hundred birds go to the Buddha!" Amitabha, let them go! This matter, the spiritual sense must not be leaked out, if it is known to those who have a heart, it will be another disaster! ”

"It's... Xiao Lingjue doesn't know why the birds and finches don't disperse, the words of the uncle, the little monk can save it! Little Lingjue replied.

Then he turned to the birds in the air and said, "Let's go!" Why bother? ”

"Chirp!" They seemed to understand the meaning of Xiao Lingjue, and after flying three times above Xiao Lingjue's head, they left the Scripture Pavilion of the Streamer Temple one after another.

Xiao Lingjue watched them leave outside the Scripture Pavilion, and at this time, it was already sunset, and the little monk's face was completely quiet and elegant.

Flying birds swept past the Streamer Temple, but it didn't attract the attention of many people, if they knew that there was a little monk in the temple who could actually lead a hundred birds to the Buddha, I don't know how many people's jaws would be shocked!

The old host said quietly: "Xiao Lingjue, you arrived at the Scripture Pavilion in the afternoon, why don't you wake me up and open the door for you!" ”

Xiao Lingjue replied truthfully: "Presiding over Mingjian, the little monk can't bear to disturb when he sees that his master is sleeping soundly, this is one of them!" The second is that because Xiao Lingjue missed the time to borrow books, it is inconvenient to bother! ”

The old host smiled slightly and said, "Child, you have a heart!" What scriptures are you looking for when you come to my scripture pavilion? ”

Xiao Lingjue said respectfully: "The little monk wanted to learn medical skills, so the master asked the little monk to come and find a few basic scriptures on medical skills. ”

Studying medicine? The old monk was shocked, if he didn't have the ability to practice, even if he was proficient in all the knowledge of medical books, he could only heal mortals, why could he let Xiao Lingjue practice medical skills?

Although Xiao Ling felt that his cultivation qualifications were not good, but! With his talent, it is not difficult to become a physical master.

Xiao Lingjue looked at the host strangely, how could the host be in a daze, he could only shout softly: "Uncle Shi! Uncle! Is there a problem? ”