July is a scorching summer, and the smell of food on the sun-scorched earth exudes the smell of food being cooked, which stimulates people walking on the road to rush down the street.

On Wutai Mountain, pilgrims gathered, and everywhere you could see a pious person holding incense, kneeling on the soft futon, and pouring out his heartfelt heart to the gods and bodhisattvas with golden light on their heads.

A big bald head and a small bald head, hanging a rosary, with folded hands, and a face full of compassion, seemed to pray for blessings and mercy for people who are suffering.

All the compassion and forbearance passed through the bodhisattva's heart and intestines, but in the end, it turned into a sigh, Ami...... That Buddha ......

Xiao Ming lost his robe, abandoned his crown, put on his novice clothes, and walked leisurely towards the mountain gate.

Just stepped into the mountain gate, there was a little bald head to greet him, this little bald head is only seven, eight or nine years old, but he is wearing a robe, permed the ring scar, his hands are folded, and the crisp road is a sound of Amitabha, and the compassion of the monks is engraved on this particularly immature little face, but it also has a unique flavor.

Xiao Xiao's bald head opened his big bright eyes and bowed to Xiao Ming, "Senior Brother Xiao Ming, Senior Brother has been waiting here for a long time. ”

Xiao Ming thought it was funny, so he stepped forward and laughed, "Little bald, I have hair, you are bald, how can you call me senior brother?" ”

The little bald head seemed to be stumped by this question of not asking about this life and not seeking the next life, and the little hand scratched his bald head in distress, and it took a long time before he replied, "On the path of cultivation, how can you only look at appearances?" ”

Xiao Ming laughed, "If you don't look at the appearance, why is there all the bald heads in this temple?" ”

The small bald head around him, the devout pilgrims all glared angrily at Xiao Ming, the little bald head blushed anxiously, and the little bald head scratched the shiny little bald head with his little hands, and finally had a flash of inspiration and replied, "The path of cultivation, how can there be no rules?" ”

Xiao Ming smiled silently, the little bald head seemed to be aware of the contradiction in his two sentences, and the little hand scratching the bald head became more and more urgent, and he saw that he was about to burst out of the sparks, but he couldn't think of a countermeasure.

A middle-aged bald man who was several sizes older couldn't stand it anymore, stepped out, and scolded Xiao Ming angrily, "In the temple, how can you be disrespectful? ”

Xiao Ming was full of confidence, he was not afraid, he flicked his long sleeves, and retorted, "I am discussing Buddhism with my junior brother, and I am in a wonderful place, why am I disrespectful?" The senior brother jumped in arrogantly, in the temple, making a loud noise, and his heart could be respected? I have no desires, no desires, and I have nothing to do with the Bodhisattva Arhats, so why should I respect each other! ”

The bald pilgrims of all sizes around were in an uproar, and the crowd was furious.

"This son dares to insult my Buddha! It's for great disrespect! ”

"Although the Buddha is immeasurable, he cannot tolerate such an alien."

"When did I suffer such a great humiliation in the pure land of Buddhism?"

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Seeing that a bunch of angry bald heads were about to drown Xiao Ming, the little bald head before screamed, "The host has an order, ordering me to take Senior Brother Xiao Ming to see him, senior brothers, uncles, uncles, uncles ”

Under the angry eyes of a group of bald heads, the little bald head lowered his head, blushed, pinched the corners of his clothes, and led the way for Xiao Ming in front.

Xiao Ming was full of calmness, leisurely followed behind the little bald head, looked at each other with an angry eye, padd his feet from time to time, counted how many ring scars there were on the bald head in front of him, and felt that it was less, so he shook his head, smacked his lips, and felt that it was too much, so he deliberately missed a few.

The bald heads of all sizes became more and more resentful, their eyes breathed fire, and they spontaneously gathered together, following Xiao Ming, looking at the posture, if it wasn't for Xiao Ming going to meet the host, he would have been besieged to death.

Finally, when he reached the outside of a hall, the little bald head bent down and said yes, and took the lead to walk into the hall.

Xiao Ming turned around provocatively and waved his hand to the bald heads behind him, smiled slightly, and walked towards the hall, the bald heads became more and more indignant, but they didn't dare to make a loud noise, just took more than ten steps outside the hall, stood in several rows, and surrounded the palace gate.

In the hall, Xiao Ming raised his head and looked around, only to see a forest of arhats, with a solemn appearance and an extraordinary bearing.

Calm down and look carefully, under the warm and soft candlelight, the angry eyes that were not close to people at first glance seem to have a trace of softness.

At the end of the walk, an extraordinarily tall golden Buddha statue stood in the middle, with a Dharma seal in his hand, a belly upright, and a grin.

Below the Buddha statue, there is an offering table, and on the offering table is placed with offering incense.

Below, on a futon, a white-eyed old monk wearing a red robe, holding a Buddhist bead in one hand and a wooden fish in the other, slowly opened his eyes.

The little bald head bowed to the white-eyed old monk as if he was relieved, and said crisply, "Presiding over Qiyu, Senior Brother Xiao Ming has already brought it." ”

The white-eyed old monk seemed to have known the absurd things in front of the mountain gate, but his face full of compassion and pity was full of dignity without disobedience, "Punish you for copying the Diamond Sutra a hundred times, go down." ”

The little bald head seemed to have expected this punishment, and he bowed respectfully, said yes willingly, turned around, and showed a little grievance and dissatisfaction on his little face.

The little bald head boldly glanced at Xiao Ming, and saw Xiao Ming glaring viciously, but he didn't dare to look at Xiao Ming anymore, so he hurriedly lowered his head and walked out of the hall, and the grievances on his face became more and more dissipated.

The white-eyed old monk accepted the wooden fish, folded his hands, and said Amitabha Buddha to Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming was no longer obedient, his hands were folded, he returned the salute to the white-eyed old monk, and when he raised his head, his face was also full of compassionate smiles.

The white-eyed old monk smiled wryly, "The donor is here for longevity?" Although my Buddhists are not more proficient in the method of immortality than the Taoists, they also know a little about the Dharma, and thousands of books are all in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the donor can understand it on his own. ”

Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows, "Does the host know about me in Taoism?" The treasure book of the group of bulls' noses has been stolen by me, so the thief said, and he was beaten and driven down the mountain, presiding over such a generous place, not afraid that I will steal your Hidden Scripture Pavilion cleanly? ”

The white-eyed old monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The donor is the dragon and phoenix among people, how can he be ashamed of others?" Although my Buddhist family is ugly, it has a relationship with the donor, that is, all the books are stolen by the donor, but it is also willing. ”

Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows again when he heard this, rolled up his sleeves, and showed an eager expression, "Is this a serious host?" ”

The white-eyed old monk hurriedly got up and pulled Xiao Ming back, his face becoming more bitter, "Donor!" Today's chaos, although my Buddhism has the heart to save the world, but all the qualifications are dull, unworthy of the great responsibility, and please raise your noble hand......"

Xiao Ming smiled slightly, waved his big hand, and put his arm around the host's shoulder, "Don't misunderstand, this trip to Wutai Mountain, only for longevity, there is no intention of the pure land of the Buddha Gate, can the host understand?" ”

The white-eyed old monk picked up his robe and wiped his sweat, "I understand, I understand." ”