Myoka and Xun'er finally stood outside the vast Huayan Temple. The temple gate is gray bricks and gray tiles, low-key and rustic. Standing outside the mountain gate, Miaokong burst into tears.

I don't know that it was because I went through hardships and finally came to the solemn Buddhist holy place of the Dharma and shed tears. Or because he was forced to leave the imperial city and had to go to the holy land of Buddhism to seek a foothold, he wept with emotion.

Miaokong led Xun'er into the mountain gate, and a couplet was hung on the mountain gate:

Zen passes two doors, and if you can't see through, you can't push it open.

A cane cane, and if you can't lift it, you can't put it down.

Myoka stopped to taste the meaning of the couplet, and thought it was. There is a guest monk who is responsible for receiving the monks of the traveling party to guide Miaokong.

"Fellow Daoist, please follow the poor monk." Myoku was greeted by a serene and quiet monk.

He has received many admirers who came to the same door, but it was the first time he received a fellow door who came to the mountain gate with a child.

Xun'er held up his palms in a good manner, and the monk took them to the meditation room, which was a room reserved for the monks.

"Fellow Daoists, please take care of yourself." The monk left.

The room was simple and clean, with a wooden bed with a mat on it, a quilt, and no mosquito nets. A stack of clean laundry on the bed.

On the ground are two meditation mats, and a low table with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and scriptures. The tub is placed in the corner of the room.

Miao Kong went out, and Xun'er sat quietly on the futon, not following. A child's mind is direct and sensitive. When he arrived, he found a sense of security that he was no longer clinging to Myoka like a rice cake.

The door to the next room was open, and there were monks copying scriptures in it. Miaokong knocked on the door and asked, "Fellow Daoist, where can I get the bath water?" ”

The Taoist friend was very enthusiastic, put down the scriptures and took him away. Find the kitchen handyman's place, where the barrels are lined up neatly. The two of them each picked up two and went to the mountain stream to fetch water.

There are two miles of land to go out, and a river flows through the mountain stream. The two of them filled the bucket to the ground, thinking that they couldn't run in vain. When I returned to the meditation room, a bucket of water went out and half a bucket.

After two trips, the bath bucket was mostly filled. Myoka cheekily went to the kitchen again and asked for a bucket of hot water. The monk in the kitchen didn't say anything, but there was disdain in his eyes.

A monk is to practice, and since practice also has to take comfort into account, it is contrary to the original intention of practice.

Miaokong pretended not to see it, picked up the barrel and said thank you and left. When he entered the house, Xun'er fell asleep on the futon.

Miaokong mixed the water temperature, picked up Xun'er, and threw him to the ground in a beggar's suit, the little guy was stripped naked, and he felt the cold, and then he opened his eyes.

Miaokong saw him wake up and threw him into the bucket, he felt that the water temperature was just right, but Xun'er and his perception of water temperature were different.

Xun'er climbed the edge of the barrel and wanted to come out. "Hot, uncle, hot." The little one's drowsiness was burned away. Round-eyed called.

It's still hot. Miaokong is mixed with a scoop of cool water. It's still hot, and I'm jumping in the water. In addition, in addition.

I knew that this was the case, what hot water I wanted, and it would be easier to throw this kid in it directly from the river.

Myoka took care of the kid, and the bucket of water turned into muddy water. Myokora washed his bald head with muddy water.

Xun'er was playing naked on the mat, turning his heels and taking a big top. The nature of a child is unmistakable.

Myoka jumped directly into the cold tub and got goosebumps all over his body, it was too cool. The monks wanted to cultivate their muscles and bones, so he resisted the urge to escape from the tub and slowly began to adjust to the temperature of the water. Qingfeng Literature

The two of them came out of the meditation room refreshed, and it was already the crescent moon. The Taoist friend next door knocked on the door and came in. He brought two people rice, tofu soup, and a basket of steamed cakes.

Miaokong was moved beyond words, and praised Daoyou as a caring and good Taoist. Xun'er played with his treasure for a long time, and sleepiness hit, curled up on the mat and was about to fall asleep.

A burst of the smell of rice wafted into a dream, and when I opened my eyes, my dream came true. Fragrant meals are placed on low tables. He got up and jumped off the ground and sat naked on the futon.

Xun'er can't help it, he has no clothes to wear. The two pieces that his mother brought out in the baggage have become beggar's clothes. Clean clothes on the bed are for Myoka.

Hurry up and wash his clothes after eating, or he won't be able to go out tomorrow. Clever empty calculations.

Someone knocked on the door, Miaokong went over and opened the door, and someone came with a set of monk's clothes, "Wear it for the child, it is estimated that it is older, and it will be worn." ”

The holy land of Buddhism is really extraordinary, and the work is done properly, and Miao Kong's heart is grateful for the thoughtfulness of his peers.

The two of them wiped out a pot of tofu soup and a basket of steamed cakes. Looking at the empty dinner plate, Miaokong wondered if he was reincarnated as a starving ghost in his previous life, and the amount of food was terrifying.

By the time Myokora finished washing his clothes and brushed the bathtub, it was already the middle of the moon. In the spirit of sharing blessings, Xun'er stared at Miaokong and rested together. Waiting for him to go to Zhou Gong.

Wonderful hollow heart without distractions, a good night's sleep. Xun'er woke up earlier than him, lay on the side, and stared at him. Seeing that he was awake, he bent his eyes and smiled at him.

He jumped off the ground, bowed down, and said; "Xun'er, please say good morning to my uncle."

Food and clothing know etiquette. The days when they were worried about three meals a day had been overshadowed by hunger.

Miaokong sat up, picked him up and said, "Shun'er is so good." ”

Xun'er got this appreciation, and he wanted to continue to behave well-behaved, so he turned out his clothes and wore them himself.

The monk's robe is not ordinarily big, and Xun'er put it off from his head, and he can't come out directly, and he is wrapped from head to toe. He grabbed his clothes with both hands, trying to show his head, but his feet stepped on his robe, tripping him to the ground.

Myoka laughed and watched Xun'er struggle in the monk's robe. Xun'er was also happy, wrapped in a monk's robe and rolling on the ground.

Daoyou intimately left them breakfast, and after the two finished eating, Miaokong prepared to visit the master of the Shenhui.

Master Shenhui is a well-known figure in the Buddhist world, and he was given to Buddhism by his parents from birth.

Master Shenhui has been appreciated by the eminent monk Master Huiyi since he was a child, and he is considered to be a practitioner with great wisdom once in a century.

Whenever the Master of the Divine Society opens the altar to give lectures, thousands of believers come to listen to the teachings of the Master of the Divine Society.

The morning class time has passed, and Miaokong takes Xun'er to meet the master of the Divine Society.

The door of the Divine Society was open, and there were other believers in the room. Myoku and Shun'er quietly stood guard outside the door. Xun'er's robe dragged on the ground, and his eyes stared at the white-bearded old man without blinking.

The meditation room of the master of the Shenhui is the same as their room, simple and clean, with only the calmness of self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and no flashiness of worldly enjoyment.

Just by seeing the room furnishings, Miaokong was already in awe. The believers in the meditation room left, and the eyes of the master of the Shenhui fell on Myokaku.

A hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and the person standing outside the door was obviously dressed as an outsider, but the aura around him was the breath of a king.

Miao Kong bowed and bowed, kneeling outside the Zen gate, "Disciple Miao Kong, I am willing to listen to the teachings in front of the master's seat." ”

Xun'er knelt down, bowed to the ground and kowtowed.