"When Mr. Jingyue was very young, his mother placed him in Linquan Temple to learn from Master Huiming.

One day, Jingyue asked Master, "What is consummation?" ”

Master was very young and handsome at that time, but Master turned a deaf ear to Jingyue's question and did not answer, Jingyue was very embarrassed, knowing that learning Buddhism from a teacher was actually a difficult process.

The next day, the master brought a utensil and handed it to Jingyue and said, "This porcelain is called Puman, you go down the mountain alone and go to the fate." The flutter that Master handed over to Jing Yue was full of something similar to a piggy bank, and there was only one small opening on it, Jing Yue pondered for a long time, shook her head and thought: Master wants me to turn money!

It is actually not easy to turn into a relationship, and it is even more a nerve-wracking drudgery, but fortunately, Jingyue is well-behaved and clever, and she looks likeable, every time she goes to a household, she always speaks, smiling and holding her hands full, standing at the door of the donor, the donor loves him, and naturally puts money in Jingyue's utensils one or two points. After the first day, Jingyue rode the moonlight and returned to Linquan Temple, hearing the sound of tinkling coins colliding, Jingyue didn't mention the beauty in her heart!

Time passed, and the coins in the puff increased day by day, and gradually, Jingyue could no longer hear the tinkling sound of the metal colliding, and the joy gradually increased as the puff became heavier and heavier.

One day, Jing Yue came back from the fate of the Buddha, and ran into the Master's meditation room with a full hug, as if she had completed a meritorious thing, and said happily, "Master, it's full, it's full, and I can't fit it anymore." Seeing Jing Yue's happy appearance, the master said to him, "Son, this is the result of your hard work during this time, and all the contents of the porcelain jar belong to you." ”

Jingyue happily ran out of the meditation room with Pu Man, came to the courtyard, found a willow mat, spread it on the side of the well platform in the yard, turned Pu Man upside down, and poured it for a long time, and couldn't pour out a penny of money in Pu Man. Jingyue was anxious and shouted into the meditation room, "Master, I can't pour it out." "You can figure it out!" The Master replied inside, "You can fill it up, and you can take it out." ”

Jingyue found a branch and poked it into the small mouth of the puff, and the coins in the puff were intertwined and squeezed against each other, and not a single coin could be barreled. Jingyue was tired, lying on the mat and panting, he thought: It is actually a very easy thing to turn into a fate, and it is also a very difficult thing, it is easy because it is full of hope to fill it, and it is not easy because the experience of turning into a fate itself is full of hardships.

Jing Yue looked at the puff around him, puzzled, why the puff full of coins couldn't flow a cent, he said weakly to the meditation room: "Master, I still can't get it out." The Master replied, "Think of another way!" ”

At this time, the sun has begun to set in the west, and the sunlight shines through the gaps in the tall plane trees of the temple, sprinkled in the courtyard, sprinkled on the willow mats, and sprinkled on the body of Jingyue, shining with a beautiful aura of dancing beauty.

Jing Yue thoughtfully jumped up from the willow mat, ran into the kitchen, took a hammer, and smashed it at the shining pounce on the willow mat, and the willow mat was suddenly filled with countless glittering gold coins. Looking at the plop that was smashed by herself, Jing Yue said to Master Huiming in the window, "Master, I understand. ”

In the meditation room, the Master answered, "What do you understand? Jing Yue was like an adult at this time, standing in the middle of the courtyard with her hands behind her back and said: "I understand that everyone should leave a room for themselves and others, blindly pursuing perfection or perfection, and people will sometimes be like a puff full of coins, bound to pieces by themselves. ”

There was no echo in the meditation room, only the quiet moon, through the plane trees in the courtyard, to see the fiery sunset slowly sinking in the distant peaks. ”

What is this called?

To this day, Duan Chaonuan feels that this is irony, which often melts into irony of himself, irony of his excessive pursuit of a happy ending, but binds himself to this, just like this?

Nothing, where there is any other bondage.

In this matter, to make it clear is to say that you are paranoid about the outcome you want, and then ignore the existence of this problem. Zero-One Reading Network

I was so angry that this period of morning warmth came, how to look at it and how I felt that this Chang Rong was not pleasing to the eye, and this story was not in line with my own mind, just to educate him.

"There is a temple in front of the mountain, and there is a wasteland behind the mountain.

The little monk said, "Master, what should we plant on these weeds?" ”

Master said, "Plant flowers." ”

The little monk was surprised and said, "Who will come to see the weeding and planting flowers?" ”

Master said, "O people from outside the mountain! ”

The little monk said with a puzzled face: "Why do you have to plant flowers?" ”

Master said, "For the incense in the temple." ”

The little monk was puzzled, in order to incense, it is necessary to plant flowers, is there anything to do with planting flowers and incense? The incense in the temple is not abundant, how many people can come behind this mountain?

A few days later, after the master and apprentice finished weeding, they scattered many flower seeds on the wasteland, and after a while, many flower seeds and new shoots came out of the wasteland, and the master took the little monk to water the new shoots. A year has passed, and those flower species have grown into flower trees; By the third year, almost all the flowers and trees have bloomed, one by one, competing for beauty. People outside the mountain called friends to come to see the flowers, and at the same time, people began to come to the temple in an endless stream to offer incense.

When the little monk saw all this, he couldn't help but admire the master, he felt how wise the master was in planting flowers in the wasteland, with flowers, there were people who looked at flowers; When there are people who look at the flowers, there are pilgrims. Many things are complementary to each other, planting flowers for others is actually planting flowers for yourself, which is the same as the principle of "giving roses to others". ”

After saying this, Duan Chaonuan just looked at this person quietly, just like this, he didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything, just looked at this one quietly.

The wind blew the ears of wheat in the mountains, but Duan Chaonuan's heart at this moment was no longer the same as before.

Before, she still felt that this mountain was extremely comfortable, even the curvature of the wind blowing over the hill, the moment the wheat ears bent down, all of this, it was about twenty minutes ago when she went up and touched it.

All made Duan Chaonuan feel the beauty of this world.

But now at this point, Duan Chaonuan didn't know why, he just felt that the field was empty, the wind was whistling, and even the wheat field was full of oppressive breath.

This wanton repression caused Duan Chaonuan's heart to tighten, and this inexplicable repression swept Duan Chaonuan's body.

She was a little overwhelmed.