I waited quietly for the old monk to finish the evening class, and he got up and folded his hands together and recited a Buddha name to me.

"The donor hasn't been here for a long time!" The old monk sighed faintly.

"There is a definite number of origins and extinctions, and if the obsession is too deep, it will only increase its troubles, and the giver will look at it!" He asked me to sit on a chair next to the temple.

"Master, is there really a Garan Land in this world?" I asked, abruptly.

"The so-called Garan is just the Pure Land in the heart, if you can let go, why not Garan? Alas! The old monk sighed.

"How can the master let go?"

"The so-called ugliness, hatred, prejudice and desire in the world are all because of a greedy word, people always want to get more, because they are not satisfied and continue to pursue, so that they fall into the desperate situation they have created and do not know it!"

"They forget that when we came into this world empty-handed, when we went there we had nothing, and that it was nothing more than asking for more than asking for trouble, and that the comfort that people desperately strive for is often counterproductive, and it makes us tired! People live only with a spoonful of food and a spoonful of drink, but the world often forgets this! Alas! He sighed again.

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice vicissitudes and compassion, and I suddenly felt that if I could follow him and be a monk who was far away from mundane things, although I did not understand Buddhism, if I could escape from the world and no longer step into the red dust for half a step, it would also be a good place to return!

"I am tired of all things in the world, can the master take me as a disciple and shave me down? I would like to spend my life here to worship the Buddha with devotion to the Buddha without asking about the world! "Suddenly I was depressed!

"Alas!" It was his third sigh.

"If there is a Buddha in your heart, why don't you practice! Why stick to one place! The donor has a Buddha heart, but the fate is not over, so why be too persistent, everything is just based on the heart! ”

"Master, I have lost everything, I have not asked for anything, I came here to say goodbye to the master, but I have nowhere to go, how can the master say that I am not destined for the dust?" I was puzzled.

"The reason why the donor is miserable is actually because he has lost something, so he wants to escape from the world, but in fact he just wants to escape from it, not because he has seen through the red dust! The Buddha and all sentient beings have a fate, and living is practice, but each person realizes the difference! ”

I was silent.

"Since the benefactor has no direction, then turn around and go east, where there is a sea, where you should be reborn!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at me, smiled compassionately and said, "Although the old man can't shave you, he can cut off these three thousand troubles for you, and the donor should cut his hair!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a yellow silk cloth around my neck and began to cut my hair, which had grown to my shoulders and had not been taken care of for months, probably in his opinion!

I was silent, I didn't expect Uncle Nine to tell me this when he left, and now the old monk said the same!

The old monk began to cut my hair, and I seemed to feel some kind of innate sense of separation in the click of the scissors, which I had never felt before! This is probably also due to the state of mind. I sat facing the Buddha statue, the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, and I suddenly felt a sense of rebuke!

Strands of hair gently fell to the ground, and I realized that there were spots of gray hair mixed with the green silk!

I'm so old......

The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, I quietly took the first bus to the provincial capital, and before getting on the bus, I looked back at this border town for the last time I had stayed for nearly four years, and my heart was desolate!

At first, I thought I had finally found a home for the rest of my life, but now I left abruptly and found that this is just a post station of my own, and I have to leave when it's time to leave, and I have a travel bag when I come

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I waited quietly for the old monk to finish the evening class, and he got up and folded his hands together and recited a Buddha name to me.

"The donor hasn't been here for a long time!" The old monk sighed faintly.

"There is a definite number of origins and extinctions, and if the obsession is too deep, it will only increase its troubles, and the giver will look at it!" He asked me to sit on a chair next to the temple.

"Master, is there really a Garan Land in this world?" I asked, abruptly.

"The so-called Garan is just the Pure Land in the heart, if you can let go, why not Garan? Alas! The old monk sighed.

"How can the master let go?"

"The so-called ugliness, hatred, prejudice and desire in the world are all because of a greedy word, people always want to get more, because they are not satisfied and continue to pursue, so that they fall into the desperate situation they have created and do not know it!"

"They forget that when we came into this world empty-handed, when we went there we had nothing, and that it was nothing more than asking for more than asking for trouble, and that the comfort that people desperately strive for is often counterproductive, and it makes us tired! People live only with a spoonful of food and a spoonful of drink, but the world often forgets this! Alas! He sighed again.

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice vicissitudes and compassion, and I suddenly felt that if I could follow him and be a monk who was far away from mundane things, although I did not understand Buddhism, if I could escape from the world and no longer step into the red dust for half a step, it would also be a good place to return!

"I am tired of all things in the world, can the master take me as a disciple and shave me down? I would like to spend my life here to worship the Buddha with devotion to the Buddha without asking about the world! "Suddenly I was depressed!

"Alas!" It was his third sigh.

"If there is a Buddha in your heart, why don't you practice! Why stick to one place! The donor has a Buddha heart, but the fate is not over, so why be too persistent, everything is just based on the heart! ”

"Master, I have lost everything, I have not asked for anything, I came here to say goodbye to the master, but I have nowhere to go, how can the master say that I am not destined for the dust?" I was puzzled.

"The reason why the donor is miserable is actually because he has lost something, so he wants to escape from the world, but in fact he just wants to escape from it, not because he has seen through the red dust! The Buddha and all sentient beings have a fate, and living is practice, but each person realizes the difference! ”

I was silent.

"Since the benefactor has no direction, then turn around and go east, where there is a sea, where you should be reborn!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at me, smiled compassionately and said, "Although the old man can't shave you, he can cut off these three thousand troubles for you, and the donor should cut his hair!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a yellow silk cloth around my neck and began to cut my hair, which had grown to my shoulders and had not been taken care of for months, probably in his opinion!

I was silent, I didn't expect Uncle Nine to tell me this when he left, and now the old monk said the same!

The old monk began to cut my hair, and I seemed to feel some kind of innate sense of separation in the click of the scissors, which I had never felt before! This is probably also due to the state of mind. I sat facing the Buddha statue, the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, and I suddenly felt a sense of rebuke!

Strands of hair gently fell to the ground, and I realized that there were spots of gray hair mixed with the green silk!

I'm so old......

The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, I quietly took the first bus to the provincial capital, and before getting on the bus, I looked back at this border town for the last time I had stayed for nearly four years, and my heart was desolate!

At first, I thought I had finally found a home for the rest of my life, but now I left abruptly and found that this is just a post station of my own, and I have to leave when it's time to leave, and I have a travel bag when I come

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)

I waited quietly for the old monk to finish the evening class, and he got up and folded his hands together and recited a Buddha name to me.

"The donor hasn't been here for a long time!" The old monk sighed faintly.

"There is a definite number of origins and extinctions, and if the obsession is too deep, it will only increase its troubles, and the giver will look at it!" He asked me to sit on a chair next to the temple.

"Master, is there really a Garan Land in this world?" I asked, abruptly.

"The so-called Garan is just the Pure Land in the heart, if you can let go, why not Garan? Alas! The old monk sighed.

"How can the master let go?"

"The so-called ugliness, hatred, prejudice and desire in the world are all because of a greedy word, people always want to get more, because they are not satisfied and continue to pursue, so that they fall into the desperate situation they have created and do not know it!"

"They forget that when we came into this world empty-handed, when we went there we had nothing, and that it was nothing more than asking for more than asking for trouble, and that the comfort that people desperately strive for is often counterproductive, and it makes us tired! People live only with a spoonful of food and a spoonful of drink, but the world often forgets this! Alas! He sighed again.

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice vicissitudes and compassion, and I suddenly felt that if I could follow him and be a monk who was far away from mundane things, although I did not understand Buddhism, if I could escape from the world and no longer step into the red dust for half a step, it would also be a good place to return!

"I am tired of all things in the world, can the master take me as a disciple and shave me down? I would like to spend my life here to worship the Buddha with devotion to the Buddha without asking about the world! "Suddenly I was depressed!

"Alas!" It was his third sigh.

"If there is a Buddha in your heart, why don't you practice! Why stick to one place! The donor has a Buddha heart, but the fate is not over, so why be too persistent, everything is just based on the heart! ”

"Master, I have lost everything, I have not asked for anything, I came here to say goodbye to the master, but I have nowhere to go, how can the master say that I am not destined for the dust?" I was puzzled.

"The reason why the donor is miserable is actually because he has lost something, so he wants to escape from the world, but in fact he just wants to escape from it, not because he has seen through the red dust! The Buddha and all sentient beings have a fate, and living is practice, but each person realizes the difference! ”

I was silent.

"Since the benefactor has no direction, then turn around and go east, where there is a sea, where you should be reborn!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at me, smiled compassionately and said, "Although the old man can't shave you, he can cut off these three thousand troubles for you, and the donor should cut his hair!" ”

As he spoke, he took out a yellow silk cloth around my neck and began to cut my hair, which had grown to my shoulders and had not been taken care of for months, probably in his opinion!

I was silent, I didn't expect Uncle Nine to tell me this when he left, and now the old monk said the same!

The old monk began to cut my hair, and I seemed to feel some kind of innate sense of separation in the click of the scissors, which I had never felt before! This is probably also due to the state of mind. I sat facing the Buddha statue, the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, and I suddenly felt a sense of rebuke!

Strands of hair gently fell to the ground, and I realized that there were spots of gray hair mixed with the green silk!

I'm so old......

The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, I quietly took the first bus to the provincial capital, and before getting on the bus, I looked back at this border town for the last time I had stayed for nearly four years, and my heart was desolate!

At first, I thought I had finally found a home for the rest of my life, but now I left abruptly and found that this is just a post station of my own, and I have to leave when it's time to leave, and I have a travel bag when I come

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)