I was carried back to the monastery by the monks, and at the beginning of the period, I couldn't speak. %d7%cf%d3%c4%b8%f3 Although the heart is clear. But the tongue is not clear, and can only make a muffled sound. The voice was not so much talking as crying.

Although the temple is poor, it is much better than the quarry. I gradually look forward to this life.

When I was six years old, the abbot ordained me as a monk. There is no madness in the number. And the abbot's own Dharma name is nameless. There is also a senior brother in the temple, whose hair is colorless.

There were only three of us in the temple.

On the day of the shaving, I asked the abbot, "Why did you give me such a name?" Sounds like a madman. ”

The abbot said lightly: "When I brought you back, you didn't cry or make trouble, but your eyes were wide open. That kind of look is not like a baby, but like a person who has lived for decades. When I saw your eyes, there seemed to be countless causes and effects in them, and I suddenly felt a wave in my heart. ”

When I heard the abbot say this, I chuckled in my heart, knowing that I had met a master.

Colorless was sweeping the floor, and I said, "Senior brother, can you avoid it, I have something to tell Master." ”

Colorless smiled at me: "My senior brother is really shameless. ”

He was a very devout monk and did not like to fight with others. I put down the broom and walked out slowly.

There was no ripple in the abbot's eyes, and he said lightly: "No madness, what do you want to say?" ”

I sat on the futon, and the past came flooding back to me. At that moment, I felt like I was rapidly aging.

Obviously, the change in my expression was noticed by the abbot. But he just raised an eyebrow and didn't ask.

I told the story one by one. How did I get into trouble with the empty house, and how did I get to know Mr. Lu. How did he die, he was caught by the bull head and horse face, and sent to this reincarnation. I have explained it all over again, without any reservations.

When the abbot heard this, he did not answer, but slowly closed his eyes.

I sat on the futon and waited quietly for him. However, he whispered the scriptures.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Master." Master. ”

The abbot slowly opened his eyes. "Do what?" ”

I was a little anxious: "You can help me." I don't want to suffer in samsara like this. ”

The abbot sighed and said, "No madness, when you were a baby, I will bring you back." You can say that you grew up in a temple and have listened to me chanting since you were a child......"

I said helplessly, "yes." So what? ”

The abbot said: "We monks chant sutras and worship the Buddha in order to achieve enlightenment and not suffer from reincarnation. Since Ma Mian sent you to this temple, you should study the Dharma seriously, but what else do you need to delve into? ”

I was stunned when I heard this. I couldn't help but say, "Isn't this an escape from the problem?" I have the boss's doubts, how can it be enlightened? ”

The abbot said lightly: "When you recite the scriptures and worship the Buddha, and you no longer have doubts, you will naturally be enlightened." ”

I asked the abbot, "Do you understand what's going on?" ”

The abbot hesitated, nodded and said, "I guessed." ”

I was overjoyed and asked, "Tell me, what the hell is going on?" What should I do. ”

The abbot said, "I can't sue you. ”

Then, he turned and walked outside.

The abbot is a man of great wisdom, although he lives in this simple small temple, but I can feel that this person's cultivation is very high, more powerful than many high-ranking monks in the magnificent temple, but unfortunately, he will not say anything.

From the day of the ordination, I followed my brother to the street every day to fast.

There is no land in the temple, no incense is collected, and the food and clothing obtained are all turned into food.

This kind of day is no different from beggars, except that when we have faith in our hearts, the world respects us more.

The temple I am in is called Chongshu Temple, which literally means advocating spiritual practice. In fact, the origin of the temple name is far from being so connotative.

I don't know what year or month the temple was built, but it collapsed once in the middle. The abbot traveled here, and raised donations everywhere, so that this small temple was rebuilt, so it was called "Rebuild Temple", but at the insistence of some squires, it was changed to "Chongxiu Temple".

On this day, my senior brother was infected with the wind and cold, so the heavy responsibility of turning the fate fell on me.

The temple is in a very remote village, surrounded by farmers who are poorer than us. None of them were illiterate, and they didn't know what year it was, but at least they were much freer in the temple than in the quarry, and I knew that there was still an emperor and a county order.

After the events of the previous life, I am not surprised by these chaotic planes.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. The poor peasants have no food, and they don't have to ask for it. I walked ten or so miles through the country to the rich man's house.

The rich man was harsh with the peasants, but he was very respectful to the monks, so he took out some grain and gave it to me. The sack of grain was so heavy that it weighed down my waist.

I bowed to the rich man as the abbot had instructed, and said, "It would be nice if you could help the farmers around you with the heart of the Buddha." Master said, "Your taxes are too heavy, and they won't have enough to eat." ”

The rich man was not annoyed, and scolded with a smile: "Little monk, I really don't know what to do." If I don't collect more rent, how can you masters and apprentices have food to eat? ”

The rich man is a person who respects the Buddha, and if the senior brother comes, he will inevitably invite him in and talk about the Buddha's rituals. Today, he saw that I was young, and probably didn't want to talk to me more. After sending me out, the door was closed. Zhen Guangxu blood.

I sighed and walked slowly towards the temple with the grain bag on my back.

The rich man didn't know that if he could reduce his rent, we wouldn't have to travel so far to find him. Once the nearby farmers have surplus grain, can't we manage the food of our master and apprentice?

I carried the grain bag on my back and thought as I walked. None of the people who can sit on the wealth of the family are mentally handicapped, and since the rich man can talk about Buddhist rituals with his senior brother, his IQ should not be low, and he will definitely be able to figure out this problem.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and I understood what was going on. I am afraid that the rich man deliberately left the peasant households without surplus food, so that our master and apprentice would turn to him every time. In this way, in his life, he has given to the temple countless times and accumulated great merits.

I laughed a little happily: "I'm afraid the rich man is also a good dragon lord, and the Buddhist scriptures are probably just on the lips, and I have never read them in my heart." If you worship the Buddha in this way, will the Buddha appreciate it? ”

The country road was winding and winding, and I carried a heavy grain bag on my back, and I stopped and went, and soon the red sun was setting in the west, and the sky was dark.

The night wind blew, whining through the grass and branches. I couldn't help but shrink my head.

Three times combined, I am almost fifty years old. Visible is still terrified of this sight.

I wiped the sweat from my scalp and walked briskly in the direction of Chongxiu Temple with my head down. At this time, there was a miserable voice behind him, saying, "Little master." ”

I was startled by the voice, and the cold sweat on my head increased. I didn't dare to look back, and I quickened my pace to move forward. Suddenly, something grabbed my leg.

I stumbled on my feet, and I fell to the ground with a bag of grain.

I struggled to my feet and ran forward. However, after two steps, I couldn't help but stop.

If you don't bring food back, Master and Brother will go hungry. I survived because of the two of them. Now the master is old, and the brother is seriously ill. I can't keep them hungry.

Thinking of this, I muttered the Diamond Sutra in my mouth, and walked back as I chanted.

I saw the sack lying quietly on the ground, and there was no one around. I breathed a long sigh of relief and thought to myself, "It seems that the Diamond Sutra is really powerful, but the little ghost doesn't dare to come again." ”

As soon as I picked up the grain bag, I heard another voice next to me: "Little master." ”

I shuddered and looked back. I saw an old man covered in mud, standing in the shadows, he was so dirty, his clothes were covered with mud and leaves, and I didn't even see her in the dim light just now.

I saw that this person's hair was falling loosely, covering a face, and she was holding a crutch in her hand, which I guess had tripped over me just now.

He said miserably: "Little master, I have been hungry for a few days. Can you give me a little of your food? ”

I hesitated, then nodded in agreement.