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For example, when you were young, you couldn't understand why the earth was round instead of square, and why people standing on it didn't fall.

The world is so big, why can we talk to each other through a small iron box?

Why do people breathe, eat, and drink, and why do they die if they don't do this?

There are too many things that I can't understand, and when I grow up, I will be full of understanding and learning these knowledge, and then I will know that the earth has a suction force, the telephone has a signal, and the human body needs some elements to live, this is the law of physics!

But after knowing this, you will find that there are more things you need to explore and learn, and you can't learn all the things in your life, so at this time, you need to choose, choose the thing you want to know the most......

The little monk also had a lot of things he wanted to know, such as how he came to this world......

Well, it's not a philosophical question, it's that he really doesn't understand where he came from!

The master who adopted him told him that he had jumped out of the stone.

Well, this answer is very clear, it can be said that many parents will say this to their children, and when their children grow up, they will naturally know where they came from.

However, the little monk Chen Changsheng is different, he still doesn't know where he came from...... Or the question now becomes who are his parents, and why did they give birth to him and then abandon him?

As for the statement of the old monk .... The little monk who has grown up naturally doesn't believe it.

As for the question of where he came from, he thought about it for a while and then gradually forgot about it, these things did not mean anything to him, and he was still very satisfied with his current life.

Every day, he carried water and chopped firewood, cooked and washed vegetables, cleaned his room and washed his clothes, and then it was his favorite time of day, when the old monk taught him to read Buddhist scriptures.

Although he is very tired every day, he lives a very fulfilling life, and he hopes that his life can go on like this.

Well, it's a very simple idea, but it's also a very real idea.

The little monk never imagined that one day he would be able to fly up in vain and call the Buddha an ancestor as the master said, he just liked to lie in the small temple with a radius of less than three acres every day and read Buddhist scriptures quietly, or lie on the grass and watch the birds fly in the sky, smell the fragrance of flowers, and live a leisurely life, which is really good.

But things were not always so pleasant, first one day the old monk called him over, and then smiled and stroked his bald head.

"Changsheng, master's days are numbered, you also have to think about how you should go in the future"

"Master, what are you talking nonsense, you are still very old and strong, and there is no problem in living for another twenty years!"

The little monk understood the meaning of the old monk's words, but he didn't want to say it from his mouth, he knew that there were some things that could not be changed, but he wanted to be the best!

The old monk was indeed old, and after laughing with him for a few words, he shook his head at him, indicating that he was a little sleepy.

When the little monk saw this, he nodded and went out to get busy.

He knew that the old monk's health was not good, and the location of this small temple was not close to oil and water, and there were only a few people who came to worship the Buddha every month, so there was no money left to improve the food.

But the old monk is already old, it is time to enjoy life, and the little monk thinks of a saying in the Buddhist scriptures when he thinks of this.

That's called going out and fasting!

Thinking of it, he went to do it, took the small porcelain foil and draped it in a tattered robe, and went out.

He first went to a village in the east, where he wanted to try his luck and see if he could meet a good Samaritan to give him a little silver tael.

But everyone in a small village is living tightly, where will anyone generously reward him with silver?

The little monk is not discouraged, the people in this small village in the east are poor, and no one is willing to give alms, so can he go to the county seat in the west! The county seat is so big and it is richer than the people in the small villages, so you will always meet well-wishers.

The little monk thought so and embarked on his journey again.

But soon he was hit by the facts again, there were many rich people in the county, and he saw a lot of rich people riding tall horses, wearing silk and satin, or sitting on flowers, but these rich people stayed away from him, a little monk who was full of smell...... No, I just want to stay away from him.

In the end, the little monk did not get his wish, and could only return to the temple with a disappointed face.

When he returned to the temple, the old monk asked him what he was doing today.

The little monk didn't lie, he just said it truthfully, saying that he went out to fast today, and also said that he didn't have the slightest gain.

The old monk shook his head and told him to come over for dinner.

When the meal was finished, I said to him: "People have to rely on themselves at all times!" ”

The little monk understood this sentence, since he understood the little monk, he would do it according to this sentence, so he went out again the next day, but this time he didn't go to Huayuan, but picked up the small axe in the backyard to chop wood and walked to the back mountain, the mountain behind their temple because there are demon beasts in it, so few people dare to go deep into the mountain to collect medicine, he wants to go to the deep mountain to collect some medicinal materials to sell for money, and then buy some delicious food back to honor the old monk, let him be happy.

But the result can be imagined, he is just an ordinary little monk, and he is not a professional herb picker, even if he encounters any strange flowers and plants, he will not know, so in the afternoon when the sun is about to set, he returned empty-handed again.

The old monk asked him again what he was going to do.

The little monk also answered truthfully.

This time, the old monk's evaluation of him was to do what he could!

People have their own things to be good at, and there are things they can't do, you can't just think about doing the things you can't do on your own, but imagine what you can do and what you will do.

The little monk understood, but he didn't know what he would do, what could he do to make him money?

He thought about this question for three days, and finally he thought about what he would do!

Chanting!

He can chant the scriptures!

He can go and recite the Sutra of Death to the homes of those who have died!

After thinking about it, the little monk walked down the mountain again, this time he did not return empty-handed, but the harvest he obtained was too much worse than he imagined, the family only gave him twenty copper coins and a fast, and he recited the Bodhi Sutra for two hours!

Although the harvest was very small, the little monk was still very satisfied, because he finally earned money and could buy some delicious things for his master!

But what does the master like to eat?

The little monk was stumped by this question, and in the end he just bought two candy men and a pound of apples to go back..... Because he only has enough money to buy these things!

This time the old monk did not ask him where he went, but took the apple he bought, washed it, and then cut it in half with a knife, and he ate half of it, and the little monk ate half of it.

The little monk felt very happy because he had finally done something for the old monk.

......

The time is gradually entering winter, and the old monk's health is getting worse and worse, and the coughing sound that keeps coming out of the meditation room is like sounding in the little monk's heart, and he feels that his heart hurts.

He knew that the old monk was sick, so he wanted to go to the county town and ask a Lang Zhong to come back to help the old monk see a doctor.

He went.

But when he came back, he was also alone.

Because he couldn't afford to pay for the consultation, he came back alone......

The income from just relying on him to go out and recite the Bodhi mantra is far from enough to invite a man.

Because of his old age and illness, even with the diligent care of the little monk, the old monk did not survive this winter.

On the day the old monk left, the little monk cried.

Even if the old monk said that he was going to accompany the Buddha in the West Tianling Mountain, the little monk still couldn't hold back his tears.

He knew that from now on, he would be the only one left in this small temple.

The old monk eats fasting and recites the Buddha every day, and he will naturally be cremated after death.

The little monk thought about the old monk's last wish.

He never knew how to cremate a person, and it would never be possible to burn it with firewood, so how could he distinguish the ashes of the old monk from the ashes from the burning branches?

After thinking about it for a long time, the little monk didn't think of a way, but he thought of an idea.

There must be people in the county who know how to cremate, and the old monk said that he can ask others when he doesn't know.

In this way, he used the two-wheeled cart that usually pushes water in the temple to push the body of the old monk and set off to the county seat, and then two or three days later, when the old monk's body was stinking, he finally got the help of a kind-hearted person to help him cremate the old monk, and after the kind-hearted man helped him, he introduced him to a shop that sold urns, and introduced him to an urn that he could afford with all the copper on his body.

The little monk didn't say anything, but bought it with a little gratitude, even though he knew that the good Samaritan was lying to him......

You can't ask others to be good people without asking for anything in return, this is what the old monk taught him.

In this way, the little monk returned to the mountain with the ashes of the old monk, and then buried the urn under the Buddha hall.

In the next three years, he fasted and recited the Buddha every day, and recited the Bodhi mantra to the ashes of the old monk, hoping that the old monk could really arrive at the West Heaven to sit down with the Buddha, and never stopped for three years.

The days passed like this, and the trouble came to the door as scheduled, the temple where the little monk was located was on a seventy-year lease, so these people came to make a notice, if he couldn't pay enough money to renew the contract, then the place where the temple was located would not belong to him.

The little monk didn't say anything, because what they said was right, and his title deed had indeed expired.

But he was reluctant to give birth to this place where he was born and raised......