Guan Bin raised the incense worth one hundred and eighty-eight above his head, then took it back and put it on his eyebrows, and bowed respectfully three times.

He bent his legs, knelt in the futon on the mahogany frame, bowed three times, opened his eyes, raised his head, and wanted to open his heart to show the Buddha his youth, which was fading with the years like the gilded Buddha statue.

But the smoke of the inferior "high incense" was too thick, and he couldn't see the Buddha's face clearly, and only saw the half of the golden pimple, which was exposed outside the robe.

Guan Bin got up and rubbed the incense into the incense burner and glanced at the merit box on the side.

The merit box is pasted with an aggregate collection code, which reads "Willing to help".

A sense of absurdity hit Guan Bin's heart.

There are many people in the entertainment industry who believe in Buddhism.

When Guan Bin went out to film before graduating from college, he came into contact with a very pious big name in the crew, all kinds of rules, morning and evening classes, and believed to the extent that it affected the filming of the crew.

He not only believed in himself, but also in others.

Guan Bin went back to school and asked the teacher, are there many such people?

The teacher said, a lot.

Guan Bin asked why.

The teacher said that the popularity of actors depends on luck and requires spiritual support.

Some people are acting one after another, and finally have a little popularity, and they are worried that they will be too angry and believe in Buddhism.

Some people have always wanted to become big stars, but it backfired, they couldn't get popular all the time, and they also believed in Buddhism.

Not only the actors, but also the producers and directors.

When each drama is launched and released, it is also the time when their faith is the most devout in their lives.

Buddha, Guan Bin is unbelieving.

But for the sake of "Wukong", he began to try to read Buddhist scriptures, hoping to understand something from the Buddhist scriptures, something deeper, so that his acting skills would not be so superficial.

Meng Shi said, don't watch it, it's useless, just read the script, it's all on it.

Guan Bin asked, then why do you watch.

Meng Shi said, I'll watch it casually, don't look at it.

Guan Bin was not convinced, the more he was not allowed to watch, the more he had to watch, not only to read, but also to copy, recite, and go up the mountain to worship.

He knelt in front of the Buddha and wanted to ask the Buddha for his blessing.

The moment I saw the QR code attached to the merit box, I felt a little ridiculous.

took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera, wanting to take a picture of this merit box with a collection code to see what Meng Shi would say.

Press the shutter with your thumb, the flash lights on, and Meng Shi, wearing a monk's robe, appears behind the merit box.

In the mobile phone photos taken, there is no Meng Shi dressed by Xuanzang.

He is not in reality, not in his eyes, in Guan Bin's tightly tensed spirit like a bow.

Guan Bin understood that this was an illusion, a lucid but uncontrollable dream.

The fanciful Meng Shijin cicada dressed up, walked out from behind the merit box, and said lightly with his feet not touching the ground:

"No one cares if you give or not, how much you give, why do cash and electronic payments give you completely different feelings?"

Guan Bin knew that something was wrong, but he didn't plan to go to the hospital for the time being, and he didn't plan to tell anyone.

"Wukong" is too rushed, as soon as he stops, the entire crew will be suspended, and it will be next year in a blink of an eye.

Whether Ji Hongting's camera team can come back next year is not necessarily.

This consequence may not matter to Meng Shi, but Guan Bin himself can't accept it.

Guan Bin shook his head and ignored the illusion, turned off the camera, opened the V letter and scanned the payment code on the merit box for a thousand yuan, turned around and walked out.

The cold is obvious in this season, and it is even colder on the mountain, and there are not many tourists who come to Putuo.

The main hall of the Dawu Monastery is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the hall is dedicated to the three Buddhas of the Heng Dynasty: in the center is the Buddha Shakyamuni, and the Medicine Buddha and the Amitabha Buddha are located on the east and west sides.

There is a wall on the opposite side of the temple, on the wall is the mantra of the Buddha written in Sanskrit script, and the two sides are decorated with large and large floating lotus flowers, which is beautiful.

In winter, the days are short, and at four o'clock, the sunset falls on the mantra of Shakya.

Guan Bin looked at the wall, and a burst of warmth rose in his heart, and the next second it was blown away by the cold wind, and he was stunned.

In the dark, it seems to have turned into a monkey and fallen into the hands of Rulai, who manipulates joys and sorrows.

Meng Shi, who looked like a golden cicada, stood in front of the wall, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes, as if he had become one with heaven and earth.

Guan Bin didn't look at it, lowered his head and walked down, but Meng Shi's unhurried voice sounded in his ears.

"You still don't get it, it's still a little bit."

"You should understand, you shouldn't be worse than that."

"Be mindful."

"Attentively."

"Before my heart arrived, although I arrived at the door, I couldn't knock on the door after walking tens of thousands of miles."

"Alas~"

The sigh of disappointment rang out in Guan Bin's heart.

"Then tell me how to put my mind to it! Meng Shi! Dog stuff! You told me how to put my mind to it! I've been very careful already! Very attentive! ”

Guan Binmeng raised his head and yelled at the illusion of Meng Shi's appearance.

However, the hallucinations were only a pathological manifestation of his stress, and there was no way to tell him to answer.

Guan Bin took two deep breaths of cold air, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, sat down on the steps in a dejected manner, took out his mobile phone and sent a location to the drama manager Zhou Peng, and asked him to drive the rented business car over.

He is now desperate to lie down, take half a pill of clonazepam, and let the sleeping pills knock him unconscious.

"Donor, are you alright?"

Guan Bin had just finished sending the message and was startled by the greeting from behind him.

He slowly turned his head and saw a monk about fifty years old holding a bamboo broom in one hand and Huawei 13pormax Yuanfeng Blue in the other, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Guan Bin wanted to get up.

The monk had already sat down beside him, threw the broom down the steps, pointed to the transfer record on the mobile phone screen and asked, "Donor, did you donate this thousand yuan?" ”

Guan Bin looked at his phone, then at his face, and then at his phone, nodded and said, "Yes...... It's ...... me."

The monk clicked twice and returned to exit WeChat.

Guan Bin saw that his wallpaper was a girl wearing a Tang Dynasty skirt, and he couldn't help but look up at this middle-aged monk who was about fifty years old.

The middle-aged monk ignored his gaze, lifted the hem of the monk's robe, put the mobile phone into the pocket of the black corduroy pants he was wearing inside, and said:

"I pasted the payment code on the merit box and took out the registration book, I haven't received incense money, why should the donor donate it."

Guan Bin glanced at the direction of the wall, imitated Meng's lazy tone, and said:

"The merit box is there, and no one cares whether you give it or not, how much you give, and there is no difference between cash and electronic payment.

I have this money and want to donate it to the temple, whether I know how I donated it, how I donated it, and where I will use it after donation, it shouldn't be important. ”

The middle-aged monk looked into his eyes, frowned, and asked, "Does the donor really think so?" ”

Guan Bin was silent.

The monk said, "Then who thinks so." ”

Guan Bin said, "Dog Mengshi should think so." ”

"Why do you think that Gou benefactor would think that?"

"Does he really think so, or does the donor think he does?"

Is it possible that he didn't think that way at all? It's just that the donor thinks he should think so. ”

The middle-aged monk asked in circles like a bar.

Guan Bin's already not very good spirit was stunned by him, and he said unhappily: "I know him very well, and I'm very sure that's what his dog brain thinks!" ”

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "Really? I don't believe it. Unless you ask him now. ”

"A monk like you has strengthened my determination to study Buddhism." Guan Bin suppressed the anger in his heart, choked him, got up and left.

He felt that he hadn't read enough of his scriptures and Buddhism.

As long as you persist, you will be able to get past this kind of monk who talks nonsense, and Meng Shi who stirs up three points unreasonably.

The monk got up with him, walked with him, and said, "It's okay for some people not to study Buddhism, but as long as they learn Buddhism, they will feel that everything is not going well." ”

Guan Bin's hurried footsteps couldn't help but slow down.

After thinking about it, how can there be a monk who advises people not to study Buddhism, and does not want to be entangled too much, so he walks quickly.

He is slow to be a monk, he is fast and a monk is fast, but the monk keeps talking:

"This has nothing to do with the Buddha, it's just that people do things that they shouldn't do."

"Enlightenment and learning Buddhism are the work of people with great wisdom and perseverance, and the difficulty and probability of success are lower than earning tens of billions."

"Billionaires worth tens of billions are common, and enlightened Buddhas such as Sakyamuni are not common, and enlightened monks are called celestial teachers, who can be heavenly teachers, and I am the only one in the world."

"If you don't have domineering, courage, perseverance, and you think that you can make tens of billions, don't think about understanding the meaning of life."

Every time the middle-aged monk said a word, Guan Bin's feet slowed down a minute until he stopped completely.

"People are like this, the more confused, the more they think about the meaning of life, the more they think, the more confused they are, they don't know the meaning of life, it's not something that ordinary people can think about."

Seeing him stop, the monk bent down to pick up the broom he had dropped earlier, and swept away the fallen leaves around the two of them with a few clicks.

"Monks who practice Buddhism full-time and have seen a wide range of knowledge, how many of them have become Buddhas and enlightened from ancient times to the present?"

"How unrealistic it is for the Buddha to stay at home and study for a few hours after work every day to hope for enlightenment and understand the meaning of life."

"Sakyamuni is the crown prince, and he has a wife and children, so he thinks about the meaning of life and gives Shakyamuni Buddha tens of billions, which is not rare."

The middle-aged monk took Guan Bin as the center of the circle, and slowly swept out in a circle.

Guan Bin remained motionless, as if he was frozen.

"Giving you tens of billions to stop studying Buddhism, I guess you should be quite happy."

"Buy a car and a house, find a young and beautiful wife, have a lovely child, travel the world without anything, and do charity."

"The hotel waiter has a bad attitude, so I bought the restaurant and fired her, so I don't have to be angry with anyone, and I don't have to look at anyone's face."

"It's easy to get old, you can have plastic surgery and beauty if you have money, how moisturizing your little days are, why do you still study Buddhism and think about the meaning of life."

The middle-aged monk swept the fallen leaves on the ground into a pile, and piled them right in front of the wall where Meng Shi stood before the hallucination.

"Life is short, it's not good to be happy for a few years, life is more important than quality, not length, didn't Shakyamuni die in the end."

The monk pressed the broom on the pile of fallen leaves, reached out to the side and grabbed it, touched the air, turned around and smiled at Guan Bin, "As soon as people get older, they will forget to bring out the dustpan, and the donor will go back." ”

Guan Bin hurriedly stepped forward, blocked in front of the middle-aged monk, and said, "Master, teach me." ”

The middle-aged monk asked, "What did I teach you?" ”

Guan Bin said eagerly: "Teach me to transfer, I chanted Buddhist scriptures night and night during this time, thinking about the meaning of the scriptures, and now there are many illusions, and the master teaches me to transfer." ”

After talking for a long time, he listened, "It's okay for some people not to study Buddhism, but as long as they study Buddhism, they will feel that everything is not going well." ”

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth, his tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth and he didn't know where to put it, he reached out and rubbed the corners of his mouth on both sides, and touched the back of his neck hard, squeezing out a sentence: "Buddha is destined to be a person." ”

"To tell you the truth, I've often seen a squirrel asking me all kinds of questions recently, and a monk who said tell me that you have to be attentive."

Guan Bin looked at the pile of fallen leaves and the broom on it, pointed over, and said, "That monk was standing there just now." Isn't that fate?! ”

The middle-aged monk took two steps back, waved his hand and said: "Buddhism talks about birth, from the Buddhist classics to find a promotion to make a fortune, a happy marriage, and a successful study is to seek fish from the wood, if you start from the primitive Buddhism to find a way to transfer, the general direction is not operable." ”

"What about the small direction?!" Guan Bin was very excited.

The middle-aged monk took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, opened the transfer record of the V letter, and said, "The yuan is exhausted." ”

Guan Bin was stunned.

He looked at his phone, looked at his face, and then at his phone, as he had just seen the middle-aged monk.

Meng Shi, who was dressed as a golden cicada in a robe, faintly flickered behind the middle-aged monk.

Guan Bin shuddered.

The monk said, "The donor has no understanding, and the monk's direction will not work, so he must follow the monk's method before becoming a monk." ”

Guan Bin said, "Before becoming a monk? ”

The middle-aged monk said, "Before the monk became a monk, he did psychological counseling, and when he became a monk fifteen years ago, the consultation fee for an hour before he became a monk was 255. ”

"The monks of today can't teach you, but the counselors of fifteen years ago can teach you."

The monk opened the collection code and handed it to Guan Bin: "Hello, former psychological counselor Pei You, please pay if you have the intention to consult." ”

Guan Bin endured the previous repeated process, took out his mobile phone to scan the code, pressed the number, and frowned, is this number serious.

The monk said, "No price increases." ”

Guan Bin lost two hundred and five in.

The middle-aged monk confirmed that the transfer was successful and said, "You are mentally exhausted, and you care too much about what other people think of you, resulting in a lack of self-confidence, unable to accept your own shortcomings, and then self-doubt." ”

"At the beginning of the matter, you worry too much about the outcome and strive for perfection in what you do, but you will be too idealistic to realize it, and then you will feel distressed and depressed."

Guan Bin said: "You are right, I vaguely know how to solve the problem." ”

"It is recommended to avoid flattery, perfectionism, fantasy and other behaviors in daily life."

"I can't do it, I can't control myself."

"This is advice, not medicine."

"What is the medicine?"

"You know."

"What do I know?"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

"No, you know who can teach you."

"He doesn't teach me."

"Don't teach you?"

"Yes, don't teach me."

"Will it have taught you already?"

"No...... Well, maybe taught, but didn't learn. ”

"It'll teach you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"When?"

"When he thinks about how he can teach you."

The corners of Guan Bin's mouth twitched, and he said, "Can you refund the money?" ”

The monk pointed to the wallpaper on his mobile phone and said, "The money will not be returned, but I can push my daughter V letter to you." ”

Guan Bin looked at it carefully, thought about it, and said, "It's a little familiar, is it an actor?" ”

The monk said, "No, it was not before, after a trip to the Blue Mountains, you can really do it, and you will be given money when you are a group performer." ”

Guan Bin smiled stiffly, "That's the project of the tour group, I promise that it is all voluntary, and none of them are deceived or forced." ”

Cooperate with tour groups, rent costumes and props to tourists, and then pay to experience filming projects, and finally don't even give a box lunch.

Meng Shi, a dog thing, is "doing all the bad things" in the Blue Mountain.

But the tourism agency flocked to it, fighting for the blood, the temple incense was prosperous, the tourists had a good time, and the crew not only saved money for dispatching group performances, but also made some money.

Where does this make sense......

Under the gaze of the monk, Guan Bin added his daughter's V letter and said, "I take the liberty of asking, are you Guigeng this year?" ”

The monk said, "Exactly sixty years old." ”

The monk does not look like he is sixty years old in old age, but like forty or fifty years old in the prime of life.

Guan Bin suddenly didn't want to change his state through him, and said, "So, did you come to cultivate Buddha and enlightenment with domineering, courage, perseverance, and ruthlessness?" ”

Midlife...... The old monk looked at the girl's wallpaper on the phone screen and said, "Pei Youhan was born, and his hometown is in a small village in the south.

Fifteen years ago, during the summer vacation, my sister-in-law brought back a basket of snails, saying that her grandson Haohao loved to eat, so she asked Pei You to fry it.

Pei You made a good dish, and Hao Hao ate happily.

Pei You said, Hao Hao loves to eat and touch it himself, and you can fry it when you touch it.

A few days later, Hao Hao drowned. ”

What happened after Hao Hao drowned, why Pei You chose to become a monk, and what changes did he bring after becoming a monk.

The monk didn't say, and Guan Bin didn't ask.

The two were silent for a long time, until the sound of an engine could be heard outside the temple.

The monk said, "Suffering is always only suffering itself, it does not deserve to be exalted, and it cannot cure anything." ”

Guan Bin looked at the squirrel that jumped over the monk's shoulder with a nice voice, and said, "I feel that I am sicker." ”

The monk smiled and said: "If the monk teaches you not to understand, it is not good for the vulgar to treat you, and there are not many people who can save you." ”

Guan Bin said: "Is it possible, I mean maybe, it's your dish." ”

The monk waved his sleeves and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible." ”

Guan Bin looked at the back of the monk leaving, and didn't understand whether he was good or bad in practice, whether he was a good monk or a bad monk.

Walking out of the gate of the Zen courtyard, I saw Gu Li, who was supposed to be filming with Ji Hongting, and I didn't know why she was sitting in the co-pilot.

Gu Li held the tablet, without headphones, and the music played outside reached Guan Bin's ears.

Guan Bin opened the door, sat in the back row, and said, "Chunhua also likes Yi Xiaoxiang's songs?" Which song is this, I haven't heard of this style. ”

Because Meng Shi likes Yi Xiaoxiang's songs very much, Guan Bin has been with him for a long time, and he is familiar with what her style is.

Gu Li held the tablet up, and Guan Bin saw at a glance that the old five people were playing behind the girl.

Guan Bin had completely forgotten that he called Zhou Peng over to lie down for a while, and the whole person leaned forward, pointed to the girl and asked, "Is this Yi Xiaoxiang?" ”

Guli nodded.

Guan Bin took out his mobile phone, dialed Meng Shi's phone, and said, "Ask you a question." ”

Meng Shi said: "Ask." ”

Guan Bin said: "If you see a merit box with a QR code on it, will you scan the code to pay?" ”

Meng Shi said: "You won't donate." ”

Guan Bin felt choked by something, and said, "I ask you, just answer it!" ”

Meng Shi said: "I'm not stupid, let me scan the code for the merit box, it should feel worse than eating." ”

Guan Bin hung up the phone and said, "What's the matter."