Under the scorching sun, the land was so dry that cracks could come out.

A young man hunched his back, scooped the water from the wooden bucket, and carefully poured it into the vegetable patch.

The almost wilted vegetable seedlings sucked the nectar of this blazing hell before they could barely muster up a trace of energy.

The young man wiped the sweat from the corner of his forehead with his arm, looked up at the seemingly fiery sun, still bowed his waist, and scooped water with a scoop of water to irrigate the acres of vegetable garden.

As he was about to reach the end of the cabbage, the young man bent down and saw a pair of monk's shoes appear in his field of vision.

When the young man looked up through his shoes, he recognized that the person standing in front of him at this moment was the monk of the Temple of Light, Fakong.

Fakong's chubby figure was like a wall, blocking the young man's way to irrigate; His thick eyebrows were raised, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the lean young man who was toiling with a barrel.

The young man smiled on his face, and said respectfully to the fat monk with thick eyebrows: "It turned out to be Master Fakong." I don't know why Master Fakong came to this vegetable garden? ”

The thick-eyed fat monk with the Dharma name "Fakong" said: "Hmph, ask knowingly!" Don't pretend to be innocent and pitiful here! ”

The young man was confused by Monk Fakong's words, and hurriedly asked, "I don't know why Master Fakong is angry?" ”

Fakong said angrily again: "I haven't sinned against you yet, but you first blamed me for breaking my vows? What a guts! ”

The young man hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

Fakong said: "Let me ask you, after supplying the vegetables in the temple this month, the surplus vegetables have to be sold for a lot of money, right?" Why don't you hand it over to me? ”

The young man said: "There has been a great drought for months, and the growth of this vegetable is worrying. I gave all the harvest to the temple of Guangming, how can there be any reason for the surplus vegetables to be sold in the market? ”

Fakong angrily interrupted him and said, "Hugh has to say this! Recently, I have also seen that you have surplus vegetables to eat and drink, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, which is not in exchange for money? But he still insisted that he didn't get any money for vegetables? ”

The young man explained bitterly: "The harvest is not good, and the small ones are really forced by their livelihoods, so they have no choice but to take the winter quilt to the pawnshop, only to exchange it for a few dollars and a few children, and the right to live a bleak life." It's really not like what Master Fakong said. ”

Fakong stretched out his thick arm, knocked a few chestnut chisels on the young man's head, and said, "So I broke the vows and scolded and scolded, blaming you?" Should I carry a sedan chair and invite you to the temple to bear the guilt for you? Blame me, don't you? Blame me, don't you? ”

The young man hurriedly covered his head with his hands and begged: "Master don't fight, master don't fight." There's something to say, there's something to say! ”

The fat monk Fakong was still angry, and with a single punch of his hands, he knocked the young man to the ground, and then raised his thick legs and stepped on the young man's body with his monk's shoes.

As he was stepping, a voice came from far to near in the distance: "Fakong-...... Stop-......"

When Fakong stopped and looked back, he saw that it was his senior brother, the deacon monk in the temple, Fa Ming.

The thin and tall Fa Ming ran out of breath, grabbed Fakong's shirt and said, "Fakong, don't be unreasonable!" ”

Immediately, Fa Ming helped the fallen young man to his feet and said softly: "Brother Qing, I didn't break you, did you?" ”

The young man touched his head, puffed out a big bag, and his body was also sore and sore from being stepped on by the fat monk Fakong, and he said to the thin and tall Fa Ming: "I'm fine, Master Fa Ming." ”

The tall and thin monk called "Fa Ming" continued: "Brother Qing, don't blame Fakong for treating you like this, you have been short of food and clothing in the temple recently, and you can't make ends meet. If my senior brother had a little way, he wouldn't have asked you for it three times or twice. ”

The fat monk Fakong hurriedly said: "Senior brother, he still has two money, both of which he deducted from the vegetables handed over to the temple and sold them in the market in exchange." ”

The young man's face was full of resentment, glaring at the fat monk, gritting his teeth, and not making a sound.

The thin monk Fa Ming had a bitter look on his face, and said to the young man: "Even so, it is also troublesome for Brother Qing to hand over this money to my senior brother to the temple for food and emergency relief." The green brothers will have immeasurable merits, and the lotus platform will shine. ”

The young man said to Fa Ming: "Master Fa Ming, my money was pawned to the pawnshop for the quilt used for winter. I have to live at home, too. ”

Fa Kong pointed at the young man and said to Fa Ming: "Senior brother, listen, he is still quibbling about the debt. ”

Fa Ming pretended to be compassionate, put one palm on his chest and said, "Amitabha." Brother Qing, have you forgotten who gave you a way to live in the first place, and who let you live in the Guangming Temple outside Dongping Mansion. You can't forget your roots. ”

The young man's face was still uneven, and his clenched fists gradually loosened.

Seeing that the young man felt something, Fakong added oil and sauce and said, "That's it!" If Elder Huineng hadn't taken you in here, you wouldn't have known which grave bag you were buried in. ”

The young man couldn't help but recall that more than ten years ago, he came here to ask for food, and he was about to starve to death, thanks to the presiding officer of the Guangming Temple, Elder Huineng, who took him in and arranged himself to the vegetable garden in this temple, so that he could settle down. Some of the vegetables planted are given to the temple, and some are kept for their own consumption, and the surplus can be sold in the bazaar in exchange for a few copper plates to supplement the family. Although it is poor, it is better than displacement.

The young man was grateful for the life-saving grace of Elder Huineng, and worked diligently and dutifully on this vegetable garden, loosening the soil and sowing seeds, irrigating and catching insects, harvesting and bundling, no matter the number of nine cold winters or hot summers, they all diligently managed this acre and three points of land, and took up the supply of the entire Guangming Temple by one person, and handed over as many fruits and vegetables as possible to the temple at four o'clock throughout the year, but they were also safe.

After Elder Huineng passed away a few years ago, the deacon monk Fa Ming and the monk Fa Kong who protected the temple gradually intensified their efforts to ask him to pay food and offerings to the temple, and frequently exploited him in the name of not enough incense money. At first, the young man was still grateful for the mercy of Elder Huineng, and met the strict requirements of the temple regardless of the gains and losses. Who knew that this arrogant brother ate sweetly and treated himself even harder. In addition, this year's drought, seeing the decadent appearance in the vegetable field, whether it can be harvested is still unknown, so I had no choice but to pawn the quilt in winter to the pawnshop in exchange for a few copper coins, and barely buy some daily necessities at home. But at this juncture, those two arrogant monks are still doing this to themselves.

Seeing that the young man was silent, Fa Ming reprimanded: "The lamb kneels to the milk, the crow feeds back, and the animal still knows the word filial piety, let alone the world?" really disappointed the bodhisattva's heart of the master who saved you. ”

Fakong said impatiently: "Senior brother, don't talk to him about any big truths." To deal with such unkind and unrighteous white-eyed wolves, you have to be hard. ”

As he spoke, he took the first step, grabbed the young man's chest, searched his clothes with his fat hand, grabbed a few copper coins and grabbed them in his hand, and said to Fa Ming, "What am I talking about, obviously this guy has money, but he doesn't provide supplies to the temple, this is to starve the two of us to death." ”

Fa Ming closed his eyes in a pretentious manner, and said again: "Amitabha!" ”

Fakong put the copper plate into the placket of his clothes, raised his foot and kicked the wooden barrel over, pulling Fa Ming away, one fat and one thin, one short and one high.

The young man worked hard but was robbed of his only money, and his heart was full of anger, not only one end. He covered his chest and looked angrily at the distant figures of the two evil monks.

The water in the barrel was bubbling into the weeds outside the vegetable fields.