Chen Ziqi clearly remembered that the presiding monk Yu Qingda, the presiding monk of Hantan Temple, brought himself into the temple, found a house for himself, and had a beautiful meal. The next day, presiding over Yu Qing instructed Yan Qing, the deacon in the scripture academy, to let Yan Qing take Chen Ziqi with him and teach him the ethics of the program, poetry, calligraphy and painting, meditation, physical fitness and so on. And give him the Dharma name Busi. And Chen Ziqi's name was also changed to Chen Busi. Chen Busi is the Chen Zi period, and Chen Zi is also Chen Busi, no need to shave, no need to follow the rules to participate in Zen enlightenment, only occasionally copy the scriptures, familiar with the scriptures and reasoning.

In this way, after eight years, Chen Ziqi has grown up, and he is no longer the ignorant teenager, nor is he the petite and thin Chen Ziqi.

"No, it's time to copy the scriptures, today I copied the Lotus Sutra, and if you can't finish copying the Lotus Sutra, Deacon Yanqing should punish you, and maybe you won't be able to eat for a day." Buliang is a normal monk of Hantan Temple of the elder Chen Busi, and on this day he got up early and walked to Chen Busi's room, because according to the convention, he knew that Chen Busi was still sleeping lazy at this time.

"I'm copying, I'm copying" Chen Busi didn't wash his face, and the clothes on his body were not tidied up, so he hurriedly got up, and read while copying, "That is, ascend to the void." The high seven dora trees, and the words of the Buddha. The World-Honored One, my second son, has done Buddha deeds, and has changed my evil mind with his supernatural powers, so that he can settle down in the Dharma and see the World-Honored One. These two sons are both good knowledge of me, in order to initiate the good roots of the world, benefit me, and give birth to my family in the future. ”

Buliang came in and seemed to see the clue, "Don't think, you just woke up?" Or did you not sleep all night? Why don't you look in the mirror and see if your face is spent? Ha ha. Chen Busi hurriedly put down the scriptures and pen and ink, wrapped his clothes around his body, ran out of bed, and took the bronze mirror to take a photo, "It's okay, it's still that Chen Busi." He nodded as he spoke, seemingly satisfied with his appearance.

"Master Commander, did Deacon Yanqing send you to keep an eye on me?" Chen Busi walked over and picked up the copied scriptures, "Oh, it'll be over soon, let's see, the progress of copying is okay." I didn't look at it, and the last few paragraphs had the feeling of hastily closing the pen, "Don't think about it, don't think about it, how can a good Lotus Sutra look like a book?" Looking at Chen Busi, the corners of his mouth went up.

"Don't measure the teacher, don't smile, Deacon Yanqing only taught you to stare at me and copy, and he didn't have to care about me so seriously. Moreover, there are clouds in the scriptures, and the Buddha's belly can tolerate things that are intolerable in the world. The deacon, his old man, can tolerate it, he can tolerate it. ”

"You, Chen Busi, but now you have learned to quibble? By the way, don't think about it, it's the Zhengyuan Festival in a few days, do you still want to go to the main hall today? Deacon Yanqing has said many times that you must not reveal yourself in front of outsiders, but you must remember it, so as not to cause death again. ”

"Go, of course I go, don't worry, don't count the master, every time I hide behind the main hall and secretly watch." This Chen Busi would go to the main hall at the same hour almost every day, because he missed his father and mother, and hoped to see his father Chen Wu and Yao Niang in the temple. However, to this day, I haven't seen them come to worship, and I don't know what happened to them now.

"Don't think, you've been going to see it every day, you've been watching it for eight years, forget it today, wait until the day of the Zhengyuan Festival, there will be a lot of people in the hall that day, maybe you can see familiar people. Including your mom and dad. "Don't put down the scriptures copied by Chen Busi.

"What's the matter, don't measure the teacher, is there anything important today? That's not the way it is said on weekdays, but every time I am rushed to the main hall. Chen Busi said, and then looked at him suspiciously.

"Chen Busi, do you remember what day it is?" Buliang looked at Chen Busi with big round eyes.

"What day is it? How I don't remember. ”

"Today is your birthday, don't you think?" Chen Busi then remembered that today was his birthday.

Buliang continued, "Today is your birthday, I will turn a blind eye, I won't pick a bone in the egg, so I will simply let you go, I don't think Deacon Yanqing will punish you today." Don't think about it, if outside, your lay family members have a very decent birthday, and we monks only have the Great Sage Day and the Buddha's Birthday, which is also very grand. ”

Chen Busi said, "I have passed my eighth birthday in this Hantan Temple, and Deacon Yanqing just adds a meal every time, and I am not in the mood to live. Still can't it, right? ”

"How can it be? Don't think, don't think so much, we have nothing to do anyway now, so I'll take you to the main hall to have a look, and then we will go to the stove room in the backyard of the main hall to see, and go to the master in charge of the stove to find out if we can make something delicious? ”

When Chen Busi heard it, he also felt that he had nothing to do anyway, so he just let it go. Then he fetched some water, washed his face, got dressed, and walked toward the side of the main hall.

There are indeed not many people who come to the main hall to incense today, a few people outside the palace gate are sparsely pulled, most of them are people who pass by on the market, some of the bamboo baskets are still carrying green vegetables, some of them are carrying meat, they put the bamboo baskets outside the temple, and they left in a hurry.

"Don't think about it, it seems that you don't want to do it, and your desire to see familiar people is about to be disappointed again?" He didn't look at the people who came, and then he came out from behind and came to the front of the temple.

Among the people who came to offer incense was a couple, sixty or seventy years old, with old faces, but with a pious heart. The old woman carried a bamboo basket, and in the bamboo basket was a basket of eggs, and then the old woman handed the bamboo basket to her wife and told him, "Today I will go first to Shangzhu incense, you wait for me outside the temple first, and when the Zhengyuan Festival comes, our family will come again." The old man who was with him said nothing, and the old woman went into the temple.

When the old woman had finished burning the incense and finished the silent prayer, she would come out with the old woman without measure. When he arrived outside the temple, he said to the old woman, "Old woman, I am a monk in this Hantan Temple, the temple has adopted a person who is in distress, today is his birthday, and the monks are not allowed to eat eggs in our temple, but he is not a monk, I want to ask for two eggs in your place today, and give him a birthday, do you think it is okay?" ”

The old woman was really a pious person, and as she spoke, she took out a few from the bamboo basket and gave them to him, and said, "Two is enough, not much to ask for, thank you, old woman, for your merits." ”

Then the old woman and her wife left. I didn't wait until the couple had gone away before returning to the temple. At this time, no one in the hall came to worship the Buddha, and after worshipping the Buddha, he walked to the back of the hall to find Chen Busi. The two eggs were kept in their pockets and not seen by others.

"Don't think, don't think, where have you been?" He whispered. Chen Busi walked around the courtyard behind him when he left the hall, and heard Buliang calling his name, "Master Buliang, standing outside the hall, don't call it." "No, why did you get out? Not staring at the back of the temple? ”

"What are you staring at? At this time, there was no one, it was really boring, and it came out. ”

"I see you, my heart is tired." Buliang said.

"I saw that the gate was in front of me, but I didn't dare to go out, and a few steps away, it was so firmly bolted here. Alas, when is it a head? My life is really bitter. ”

I didn't hear Chen Busi's sad face, so he comforted, "Don't think, don't think, remember and forget." Don't think about those sad things, I heard that Deacon Yanqing has been inquiring far away recently, if you have good faith, you will no longer suffer from this prison. Deacon Yanqing is always concerned about this matter. ”

"No, you say, is my father still alive? Why wasn't there a little letter during the period? There are so many people who come to this Hantan Temple to offer incense, why haven't I seen them all the time? ”

"Don't think, Weiyang Mountain is wide, Hantan Temple is just a folk Buddhist place, it is small and small, so small that most people will forget the place. I think your parents will live well, because they will have faith without seeing where you died, and the support of that belief is enough to make them still nostalgic in this world. ”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you for being with me. I don't want to think about it anymore, after so many years, I've become only left with faith. Let's go, let's go to the stove room and find out. Find something to eat. Buliang touched the two eggs in his pocket with his hand, afraid that the eggs would be accidentally broken by himself.

Chen Busi and Buliang came to the stove room in the backyard of Hantan Temple one after another, and at this moment the stove room was in charge, and he was steaming on the side of the stove, and he opened it and looked at it, it was some steamed buns, sweet potatoes, taro, etc., and then took advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention, and quickly took out eggs from his pocket and put them into the steamer.

He said to the master, "Master, I don't know if Deacon Yanqing told you what day it is?" ”

The head of the pot covered the lid, then looked at Chen Busi, glanced at Busi again, and said, "Deacon Yanqing had an order yesterday, and today is Busi's birthday, so you can rest assured, when you are cooking, I will let the monks pay attention to it, and play more." ”

Chen Busi stepped forward and said, "Then thank you first." Seeing that his desire to find food was disappointed, he said to Chen Busi, "No, since the head of the division said, Deacon Yanqing has already told him, then let's leave?" "Chen Busi is actually not too hungry at this time, it is only half an hour before eating, so just leave and wait.

Then he walked out of the stove with no quantity. I don't want to think that Deacon Yanqing happened to pass by at this time, and saw Chen Busi, "Don't think, the Lotus Sutra has been copied?" Chen Busi saw Deacon Yanqing asking himself, and lowered his head a little embarrassedly, "I have copied to the end, and there is another chapter that will end, I stayed up until the third watch last night, and I woke up early this morning, and I was tired, so I shouted that I couldn't wait to find food." ”

"Don't think, don't measure, just follow me back to the house, I have a copy of the "Sanskrit Net Sutra" with me, I need to be copied by you ten times, study more in the future, take it." Then Deacon Yanqing handed the scripture to Chen Busi, Chen Busi took the scripture, there was a very heavy feeling, and then pretended to be crushed to death, looked at Chen Busi, pursed his lips and smiled.

Deacon Yanqing walked in front, his steps steady and powerful, and he looked like he was out of the ordinary.

When Deacon Yanqing came to Chen Busi's room, he saw that Chen Busi's copied scriptures on the table were still open, and he glanced at the copied scroll again, but did not speak. At this time, Chen Busi walked quickly to Deacon Yanqing and quickly closed the scriptures. Deacon Yanqing respectfully sat down in front of Chen Busi's bed, "No, how long has it been since Yu Qing presided over you to me?" ”

Chen Busi said, "More than eight years. ”

"What have you learned in those eight years?" Deacon Yanqing asked.

"If you go back to Deacon Yanqing, you can learn how to practice calligraphy, read poems, copy scriptures, meditate and participate in Zen, and you have learned a lot."

"That's good, this is not to live up to Yu Qing's entrustment, you and I have been together for eight years, and it is also fate, and I also know some of the reasons, so I never let you go down the mountain, and now I inquired about Weiyang Mountain, the world is still peaceful, and your father and mother are still looking forward to the return of their children. So, after a while, I'll ask someone to take you down the mountain. ”

When Chen Busi heard Deacon Yanqing say that his father and mother were still alive and waiting for him to go home, he couldn't be happier. "Don't think, in a few days it will be the Zhengyuan Festival, the Zhengyuan Festival is a more solemn festival of the people of Weiyang Mountain, when I ask someone to bring a letter to your father, let them come to the Hantan Temple to incense, at that time you will follow them down the mountain."

Chen Busi really listened to every word that Deacon Yanqing said, and it felt like a dream. Buliang is also happy for Chen Busi, "Don't think, I'll just say, your father and mother don't believe that their son is no longer alive and alive, and they are all alive and well, now you can get together, I'm really happy." ”

Deacon Yanqing took off the Buddhist beads he was wearing around his neck and said to Chen Busi, "Busi, I have been wearing this string of Buddhist beads on my body for decades, it has accompanied me for half my life, and today I give it to you, and it has been our love for eight years." ”