Speaking of this, the abbot seemed to be in deep thought, unable to speak for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It should be said that the abbot's storytelling skills are first-class, colorful, and have a strong sense of substitution, as if he has experienced it himself.

I listened with relish and was indignant at the behavior of the villagers. "Master, why did the little monk let those villagers go and choose to die by himself? They are all ungrateful, shouldn't they be punished? ”

"That's right, the most terrible thing in this world is the human heart. Man, the best thing is to be ungrateful. The good things you do to others, they may only be grateful for a moment, but they cannot be grateful for you for a lifetime. And if there is one thing that is not in their minds, they will overturn all the good things you have done for them. ”

I nodded, well, that seems to be the case. But the abbot changed his tone and then said, "So, if you do good deeds just to make others appreciate you, then you will be disappointed." If you care about that, you're going to be unhappy. Cultivators, they should be open-minded, as long as they think it is right, they must do it, and what if there is no return? Between heaven and earth, cause and effect are reincarnated, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded. We just need to do what we have to do, otherwise, how different are we from those ignorant villagers? ”

It was the first time I had listened to the abbot's serious teachings, and I blinked and lay aside, as if I had realized something.

After a while, I couldn't help but climb my abbot's shoulder again and asked, "Master, where is the little monk?" It doesn't really disappear into thin air, does it? ”

"Hmm...... This, this no one knows. The abbot cleared up for a moment and said, "It's not a glorious thing to say, it must be a human or a demon, and no one can tell clearly." After that incident, our monastery was completely deserted for some years, and there was only one abbot left when the monks in the temple were the least. But the abbot is really responsible, and he has been guarding the temple, saying that maybe one day the little monk will come back and have a place to stay. This story has been passed down from generation to generation from him. This legend is more than a thousand years, and the little monk has never appeared again. But every year on the day of the little monk's sacrifice, each abbot will personally go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to worship incense, which has become the rule and secret of the Shenlong Temple. ”

"Eh, Master, then how can you tell me?" I'm interested.

This question made the abbot angry, sat up with a snort, blew his beard and glared, "How come you still learn to beat a rake?" Who just asked endlessly? Still relying on me to hurt you, and have you learned to threaten people? ”

Suddenly, I touched my bald head and smiled embarrassedly, "Master, I thought you had burned incense and cleaned the Scripture Pavilion just to let me know these secrets." ”

The abbot looked at me amusedly, "I haven't planned to step down yet, where did you get such a good self-awareness?" ”

I don't know why, the abbot looked at me like an idiot, and said helplessly: "Every abbot will only appoint the next abbot when he is about to die, and tell him these things." Today happened to be the little monk's sacrifice day, so the teacher went to burn incense early in the morning to worship. As for cleaning, it's really strange, the pavilion never needs to be cleaned, and there won't be a trace of dust. This is also a secret of the Divine Dragon Temple, a secret that only the abbot will know. ”

"Oh? Isn't there a lot of secrets in the Shenlong Temple? Is there anything else I don't know? "I'm chasing after it.

"Isn't that enough? What else do you little guy want to know? The abbot glared at him and said angrily.

"Hehe, you see that one is also said, and two are also said, anyway, you might as well talk about both?" I leaned over with a grin, "Here, I'll beat you to the bone." ”

"If you don't have it, you don't have it, and it's useless to slip your beard. Close your eyes and take a nap, and when you go back to the evening class, you have to fall asleep again. ”

I closed my eyes for a while, couldn't sleep, and then opened my eyes again and said, "Master, have the things in the Scripture Pavilion never been touched again?" Aren't you curious to take down the scroll and take a look? ”

The abbot really didn't fall asleep, and after listening to my words, he said quietly: "As a teacher, I was also young, and I can understand your child's nature, and I am very curious about everything. But I advise you to read obediently in the Scripture Pavilion and not touch anything else. ”

I heard something going on and asked, "Why?" ”

"Hey...... How so? I think I did have this thought when I was a teacher, and after I went in, I checked it up and down. But the teacher was stupid and didn't find anything. I also wanted to take down the scroll and study it carefully, but the strange thing is that it looks light, but it sinks so badly that it can't be held at all. I was scared to death, and you can't imagine what it was like. Since then, I didn't dare to touch the contents anymore, and only went in to burn incense on that fixed day every year according to the rules, and bowed down devoutly, praying that the little monk could bless our Shenlong Temple with prosperity. ”

Oh, it turns out that the master once had a mess inside, no wonder he always kept silent! I smiled secretly, closed my eyes, and this time I slept quickly and soundly.