In the north of Xigu Village, outside the door, there is a small temple, the north is south, three large tile houses, clear water ridge, gray tile and blue bricks, carved wooden doors and windows, standard temple buildings, the front and both sides of the door are planted with flagpoles donated by good men and women, there is a golden plaque hanging above the door, the regular script "ask the Zen Temple", the temple is hung with a yellow tent, the wall is painted with eighteen Arhats unknown, the lower side is the offering table and the incense burner, a monk with clear eyebrows is holding a broom to take care of here.

It's just that the monk's eyes are covered with a layer of gauze, the gauze is quite thick, obviously it will definitely hinder the little monk's vision, wear it, basically can't see, the little monk suffers from eye disease, the temple master has made him a good medicinal juice, has been applied to the eyes, but during this time you must still wear gauze to protect your eyes, otherwise it is really possible to fall disabled, the little monk is not afraid of the eyes falling disabled, and his heart is not the same thing, but when his master warned him that if his eyes are disabled, he will not be able to read Buddhist scriptures in the future, Only then did the little monk realize the strictness of his eyes, and he began to take care of his eyes...... 23

The little monk is an indifferent character, even if his eyes are blindfolded now, he is not a little anxious, but as always, he got up early and did his homework and began to clean this small temple, this small temple is his home, he and his brothers and master - the common home, the little monk knows that his master and his own brothers and sisters are very profound, any one of them goes out, in terms of Dharma attainments are countless times stronger than those who are respected as living Buddhas in the world, but including him, All the monks who live in this small temple. The mood is very plain, fame and fortune are just dust and earth, and the green lantern ancient Zen into Shakya is the real pursuit of the people here.

However, what made the monks in the temple also a little laughable was that there was a woman and a man surnamed Wang and Xie who had come to petition in this temple, and ten or twenty years later, the two came to this temple together to make a vow, and at this time, the two were finally together, with their hands together. said the love words of eternal union and sea vows. The love words were very strong, and the little monk stood on the side, listening to these words, neither blushing nor disdainful. Just feel. It's a little bit fun. The love and love in the world are really a little incomprehensible, since I can't understand it. Then don't do it. Therefore, the master said that the little monk is very wise.

This is a very simple thing, after all, no matter how remote and deserted the small temple, from time to time there will always be some pilgrims, and the monks in the temple are not surprised by this, but the story of the woman surnamed Wang and the man surnamed Xie who have petitioned and repaid in this temple for 20 years, for some reason, was revealed, these two have great influence in the secular circle, attracting the attention of countless fans, in the bumpy love experience of the two of them and finally holding hands together again under the witness of the fact that this temple, It was so "hot" all of a sudden, and the people who came to this temple every day to petition and pray for their love were about to break the threshold, and the originally clean small temple could no longer maintain its original purity.

However, the monks in the temple did not slander anything about this, entering the mountain is practice, entering the world is also practice, people come and go, you burn your incense, you ask for your wish, the temple provides some tea from the camellia is enough, the rest of the time, it is still the homework that should be done, the study of Buddhism continues to study the Dharma, everyone's day, is like a puddle of oil, regardless of whether the surrounding people are boiling, this stall of oil, still floating above the water, the ancient well has no waves.

That mountain is still that mountain, spring goes to autumn, flowers bloom, and fallen leaves fly all over the mountain; That temple is still on that mountain, unbiased, people come and go in the temple, and the wooden fish on the god machine platform is still ringing. Good men and women are still praying, the gods are unchanged, the faces are beyond recognition, and their hearts laugh at their ignorance.

Recalling that the two of them had made a wish here, but they never thought that they would come back alone now to make a wish, maybe it was more of a feeling. It's just that they don't know the Buddha and don't know, and they won't know that nothing in the world is eternal, and it can't be achieved by burning a few pillars of incense, it's just to comfort themselves with low faith.

The maple leaves are red, the autumn is strong, the sunset is slanting, and the tired birds return. The gravel path in the middle of the mountain, the maple leaves are one by one, the red men and green women are one pair after another, the world is noisy, I don't know why they hold hands, and I don't know when they will break up. What does it have to do with the Buddha?

Lonely people are always sentimental, thinking about others with their past, and I don't know whether they are jealous or envious. Thinking back to this day of that year, there were you and Buddha on the road, how can I be lonely now?

It takes fate to love someone, it takes courage to hate someone, and it takes time to forget someone.

That night, the sun fell, the dew was wet, no matter how long the road was, I still had to find an exit, and no matter how chaotic my thoughts were, I had to buy a ticket to go home. No matter how heavy the rain is, the lake will return to calm after being baptized, and no matter how deep the wound is, there will be a day of healing. The mountain does not change the temple, but people will always change, the past can not come back, memories can not go back, as long as there is faith, sincerity is spiritual, will always find the soul of the home.

Spring goes to spring and flowers are all over the sky, and autumn is full of leaves. Spring comes and goes, Yiren wears red clothes for him, and the wooden fish is melodious.

The little monk walked through the desertion of the small temple in the past, and also felt the bustle and noise of the small temple now, and he felt that even if he walked into the prosperity, he also walked out of the coolness.

Life, I also feel that it is nothing more than that.

It seems ridiculous, but the master still says that he has Huigen.

The little monk also thinks so, he believes in the master, since the master said that he has a wisdom root, he also believes that he must have a wisdom root, even if he has always felt that he seems to be a little duller than the other senior brothers, but what the master said must be right, isn't it?

On this day, the little monk went to the back mountain to collect medicine, which seems a bit cliché, the first cliché is the back mountain, the second cliché is to collect medicine, it seems that in many stories there are who who went to the back mountain to collect medicine and then met who or what appeared, this is an incision that has been used up by various stories.

However, the little monk really went to the back mountain to collect medicine, he was still blindfolded, walking on the side of the steep rock wall of the back mountain, he wanted to collect medicine, and make a good medicine for the master to treat eye diseases. Even if the eyes can't see, but the little monk walks very steadily with every step, and every step is correct, as if he is not walking on the edge of the cliff but walking on the road of the road, his eyes can't see, but his heart can see, this is both the root of wisdom, the little monk master said the root of wisdom.

Not only did he walk steadily, but even the little monk was able to accurately identify and find the herbs he needed, and then dig them down and put them in the bamboo basket beside him, which was much more efficient than those medicine pickers with thieves in their eyes.

Picking herbs and picking, the little monk stopped, in front of him, there was a person, at this time if there was a man standing, it would be too much of a bad scenery, so standing in front of the little monk was a woman.

This woman is very fragrant on her body, and it is that kind of fleshy fragrance.

The little monk couldn't see with his eyes, but his nose could still smell it.

"Tsk, little monk, are you collecting medicine here?" The woman spoke, her voice was very crisp and glutinous, and it was very nice.

The little monk nodded.

"Why are you covering your eyes with gauze?" The woman continued to ask.

"The poor monk suffers from an eye disease." The little monk replied solemnly.

"Hehe, that means you can't see anything now." The woman pointed to the little monk's bamboo basket again, and said with a smile: "You said that you are covered with gauze and can't see, can't this basket of herbs fly into your bamboo basket with long feet?" ”

"Amitabha, the monks don't speak, the poor monks, they really can't see it." The little monk insisted that if he told a lie, he would be punished by the master for copying the scriptures.

"Then this medicinal herb, did you pick it?"

"It was picked by a poor monk."

"Tut, I can't see that you really have some skills as a monk, can you say that you are a martial arts master in the novel?" The woman smiled and reached out and touched the little monk's head, the little monk's head was smooth and warm, and it was indeed very comfortable to touch.

The little monk was touched by the woman's head, and he also felt very comfortable, and the towering woman's chest seemed to inadvertently bump into the little monk's face, and the little monk's face turned a little red.

The woman laughed "whoa", as if it was interesting to tease the little monk.

However, the next moment, the woman's face changed, and she looked down in astonishment, and saw a small shovel, the sharp part of which had pierced into her body, and it was piercing deeply.

"How could it be ......?"

The woman took her hand away from the little monk's head in disbelief, and Liang Qiangde took a few steps back, and the little monk's face couldn't touch the towering mass on her chest, and his face slowly became less red.

"Bang Dang"

A piece of metal fell and slammed into the rock wall with a crisp sound.

It was not a small shovel used by the little monk to dig herbs, but a sharp dagger, this dagger had been in the woman's other hand, when he touched the little monk's head with his right hand, the other hand, had quietly held the dagger, ready to kill the little monk directly here, she had a box of drugs on her body, she had just traded with the connector here, and then the transaction was completed and saw the little monk, she thought that the little monk must have seen something, the so-called in order to eliminate future troubles, she still decided to kill people, but, in the end, She was the one who was killed......

"You're pretending, you...... Visible! ”

The little monk shook his head again, and said very seriously: "The poor monk really can't see it, you come and tell her, is the poor monk really invisible?" The little monk turned sideways and asked a person beside him, to be exact, it was a puppet, and the puppet nodded without smiling, which was extremely weird! (To be continued!)

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