As it darkened, a monk walked slowly to a house.

Knock knock, three knocks on the door.

A woman opened the door and saw the monk at the door saluting him. "Donor, I don't know if I can reward the little monk with a bowl of rice, and the little monk can solve the puzzle for the donor, or resolve a disaster. When the woman heard this, she hesitated for a moment, and then she saw that the monk was in tatters, and her clothes were in tatters, and a feeling of pity arose.

"Master, you wait here, I'll get you some food. As for guiding the maze or resolving the calamity, there is no need. The woman turned and went back to the kitchen to get some food. At this moment, a man came out of the house and stopped the woman. "Madam, why do you want to give alms again, our family is not rich. The woman shook her head, "This is not charity, this master is a monk, and he came by fate." When the man heard this, his face was a little displeased, "What is the difference between a monk or a Buddhist and a beggar? ”

Hearing the man's words, the woman was also a little embarrassed and looked at the monk outside the door. "This..."

The monk was smiling, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart. He was sad not for this man's attitude towards him, but for the Buddhism, which had fallen into this situation. The monk suddenly recalled in his mind the scene when he was expelled from the temple by his brothers and sisters.

A bunch of monks surrounded a person, who had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and there was a faint flow of aura between his eyebrows. The silence lasted for a long time, and the fat monk at the head opened his mouth, "Senior brother, you really don't want to?" The Qingxiu monk shook his head, "I don't want to." At this time, the surrounding monks had gradually started to discuss, "Is this the senior brother who took half of the incense money to help others?" "Yes, it's because I haven't enjoyed it in his temple for a long time." A little monk interjected softly, "Enjoy what?" and a person around him covered his mouth. "You'll find out later. ”

The fat monk opened his mouth, but after all, he still dared not say that sentence. Monk Qingxiu shook his head and slowly turned to leave. "My Dharma is profound, so naturally I can't starve to death, so don't worry, junior brother. Hearing this sentence, the fat monk was like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned in place for a long time.

Monk Qingxiu gradually walked out of the temple and disappeared from sight. The chatter around the fat monk gradually became louder, "The broom star is finally gone." "No, it's not a broom star, it should be called a loser. "Yes, yes, loser. The fat monk suddenly woke up and chased out of the temple, but he couldn't find the beautiful monk, and finally, he walked back to the temple in despair.

The monk couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this. At this time, he looked up at the man in front of him, "The little monk can help you resolve the calamity, or give you some guidance." The man looked disdainful, "My current maze is only too much firewood in the backyard, and I can't split it." I thought the monk would turn around and leave, but the monk nodded and walked to the backyard.

The couple followed him to the backyard, only to see that the monk had actually picked up an axe and started chopping wood. The man looked at his thin body, and expected that he would not last long. Indeed, the monk was out of breath after a while, obviously lacking much physical strength.

Eventually, the man relented and quietly asked the woman to prepare some fasting meals, and then sat down on the side to see how long the monk could last. To the man's astonishment, the monk was out of breath, but his hands did not stop until the woman's meal was ready. The monk's hands were already trembling, and it was obvious that he was out of strength, but he still did not rest, and the man finally could not stand it, and walked up and grabbed the axe. "Alright, go get some food and rest, and when you're full, you're gone. The monk's face was embarrassed, "I haven't finished chopping this firewood yet." ”

"It's not bad, if you still want to chop wood, just chop it after eating and resting for a while. The monk nodded, "Then thank you." The man picked up the axe, and then chopped the firewood that the monk had not yet chopped, and the action was smooth and smooth, and the firewood chopped out was much more regular than that of the monk, and the speed was close to twice that of the monk.

The woman took out the meal and brought a pair of chopsticks, and the monk held the meal and stared at it for a long time. "The Dharma is profound, why is it so laborious to chop wood? Finally the monk devoured it, and he hadn't eaten all day.

After fasting, the monk rested for a while and then continued chopping wood. However, the firewood had already been chopped by the man, and although the man was out of breath, he obviously had any strength left. The man looked at the monk and said, "You are a good monk, if you can't get married in the future, come here to chop wood." The monk hurriedly thanked him, and finally walked out of the courtyard.

A year later, outside L.A.

A couple was driving a carriage to enter Los Angeles, when they suddenly saw a person on the side of the road dressed in tatters, with long hair on his head disheveled, but his eyes were unusually clear. The man took a closer look and saw that he was the monk he had been a year earlier.

The man stopped the carriage and approached the man. "Monk, I have something I need your help with. The man turned around and found that it was the person who had given him the food before, "It turned out to be the donor, I wonder what happened to the donor?" The man looked at him, revealing disgust. "You went into the city with me to wash your body, and it already smelled. The monk smiled embarrassedly, "It's inevitable to sleep in the open air." Then he got into the carriage with the man.

After entering Los Angeles, the man drove to a shop that the man had ordered a few days earlier to make a living in the city. The monk followed him in, took a bath, cleaned up, put on the man's clothes, and walked out of the room.

Before when he was bald, he had clear eyebrows, but now he has his hair and is cleaned up, coupled with the monk's own unique temperament, he looks like a handsome son. "It just so happens that my family lacks a buddy, I wonder if the master is willing to solve the doubts?" the monk smiled, remembering that in his past year, all the so-called opportunities seemed to be his own wishful thinking, and no one had ever needed him or his Dharma, so he nodded, "Thank you for taking it in." The man laughed too, "I won't pay you if you don't do a good job." ”

After the busy work, a cloth shop was arranged in this way, this year, the monk's physical strength has improved a lot, and he has been busy surviving, and he is just gasping for breath like the man.

The man and the monk sat down to rest, and after a while, the man spoke, "Actually, I really have a question that I want you to solve, you say that your Buddhists are compassionate, why is there a hell?" The monk hesitated for a moment, "It must be good and good under the jurisdiction of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, right?" "Then what is the difference between me punishing the bad people and hell? Why should I be merciful and let him go?" The monk hesitated for a moment as if struck by lightning, "I don't know." ”

The man smiled, "Also, I didn't believe it in the first place, why are you discussing this?"