Under the shade of the mottled trees, I didn't expect that there would be such a gloomy temple to the extreme, and the original solemn treasure hall was only the compassionate Jizo Bodhisattva who was sad for the world. Most of the buildings here have collapsed, especially in the ruins, overgrown with a plant called flax, which blocks all the entrances and exits, I recognize this plant, on its leaves, covered with a very fine and long fluff, which is difficult to find with the naked eye, but it is extremely sharp, and the skin of ordinary animals or people cannot resist the slightest under the attack of these fluffs, whether it is a person or an animal, if it is pricked by the fluff of this plant called flax, it will make the injured bear a sting that is difficult for adults to bear。

The pain is like piercing the muscles with a very fine needle, the pain is unbearable, when I was playing outside the temple, I was not less injured by this special plant, every time I cried to find the master, the master would rub water and soil on my wounds, and then rub and rub hard, I don't know why, the mud can really slowly dip the hemp needles out, and then it really doesn't hurt.

At that time, I asked the master, since this flax is so harmful, why don't the monks in our temple go to shovel them. In this way, no other child will be hurt by these things.

But at that time, the master shook his head and said nothing, he slowly washed the muddy water off my wound, and then said lightly: "The parents are there, there is no fault, the fault is not these flax, but those of us who can move at will, and where these flax grow, it is all arranged by God. Perhaps, this flax pricked you and saved you once......"

At that time, the master's words did not convince me, a young monk who was angry, because even if the fluffy needle was sucked out, the pain in my wound was real, and I thought to myself, when I have the opportunity, I will definitely burn those hateful flax. So that they can no longer harm anyone.

But the child's heart is the most uncertain, although I cried happily at the time, but then I forgot to deal with those hemp. It wasn't until later that after those flax grew up, many surrounding village names rushed to cut off all these flax. In autumn, the leaves have completely withered, including the long fluff. Only yellowed rods remained on the ground. Watching those hemp stalks being cut away by the villagers, it occurred to me that I had forgotten to deal with these rotten plants.

I remember that when I was a child, I stood at the door of the temple, watching those other people's children wearing their parents' new clothes, happily scattering flowers outside, and playing with envy. Because they all had new clothes to wear, and they all had warm cotton clothes to protect themselves from the cold winter, but I only had the patches on my body that were patched monk's robes struggling to maintain my body temperature.

So in winter, I like to stand in the yard to bask in the sun, look at the big locust tree with a crooked neck in the middle of the yard, watch its branches swing with the cold wind, and think to myself, this big tree must also feel very cold. Otherwise, why would he be shaking so much?

It was a sunny day, cloudless weather, the sun outside was shining on the square, I scattered a cigarette of flowers and ran to the big locust tree outside, and asked loudly: "Big locust tree, are you very cold...... Do you need me to help you get dressed......?"

So saying, I ran to the firewood house, where there were always piles of thatch piled up outside the firewood house, which was used to repair the house, or to burn the fire and cook. At that time, I carried bundles of thatch that was much taller than me and came to the big locust tree again and again, and then piled it up layer by layer around his trunk.

During the whole process, many of the senior brothers asked me what I was going to do, and when they saw that I had wrapped a thick coat around the big locust tree, the senior brothers shook their heads and went about their own business.

Only the master stood quietly in the distance, watching me, a stupid apprentice, sit with such a stupid thing.

The wind was very cold. The snow was also thick, too. I still remember that I was sick because the clothes on my body were very thin, and I was sick from the cold, but I didn't expect that the master, who had been silent, magically took out a new dress from behind me, I had never seen such a beautiful dress, although it looked very rough, but it was very thick, and when the master put the dress on me, I cried happily. I cried a lot, and I didn't know why it was like that, but I just wanted to cry.

I touched the rough but sturdy material. Feeling the heaviness of wearing it, my heart is simply happy to the extreme. The master asked me slowly, "Do you know what this dress is made of......?"

I shook my head.

The master took out a long yellow object from behind him. The moment I saw this thing, I blurted out, "...... the stem of the hemp stalk?"

The master nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, it's the hemp stalks, the ones that have left the flax that pierced you, and the cloth on your body is made of linen woven from the silk it pulls out, and this is the best compensation it can give you......

At that time, I was stunned, I never imagined that this cloth was made of cloth made of that abominable plant.

When I heard about it, I was silent, with mixed feelings, but I didn't know what to say.

It was only later, when I saw the growing flax outside the temple, and when I knew that many children in the villages outside were playing in winter clothes made of cloth woven from flax, I never took the initiative to destroy even a single flax.

In fact, the master later told me that in the depths of the flax, there are actually many small animals that build their nests there, and it is precisely because of the flax that these small animals can survive safely and not be disturbed by the enemies of the outside world. While this flax stabbed me, it was protecting the home of those little animals. Everything has a Buddha nature, and that's what it says.