There is a small temple in the west of the capital, called Guisheng, the scale of the temple is so small, the whole temple adds up to only ten people.

It is a little unbelievable that such a small temple can take root in the capital where every inch of land is valuable.

Among the ten people in the temple, there are all young and old, and the eldest one is the master of the current abbot of the temple, who has studied Buddhism for decades, and Guisheng Temple is the place where he built it.

Twenty years ago, the Guisheng Temple also had a beautiful scene, when the Empress Dowager was still alive, and the dynasty also worshiped the Buddha and respected the Buddha, and the Holy Grace Emperor often invited the old abbot of the Guisheng Temple to enter the palace to preach the Dharma.

The Guisheng Temple has also attracted a lot of dignitaries to come to worship, and the incense in the temple is flourishing, and it is not inferior to the temple of hundreds of people.

Later, the anti-Buddha movement arose, although the Guisheng Temple was not implicated, but the incense was not as good as before, and there were few kind of pilgrims who were generous, but there were also many devout believers.

The old abbot saw that the monks cultivated their hearts and cultivated the law, but they did not cultivate silver, if the utilitarian benefits were heavy, the Buddha's heart would be light.

……

The old monk always said that he had mediocre qualifications, but in the end he handed over the position of presiding officer to this dull apprentice.

The apprentice has been practicing for ten years, and he has also accepted his own apprentices.

The little apprentice's name is Mingyuan, with small eyes and a flat nose, a freckle face, and has nothing to do with the good-looking eight poles, compared to Huigen's shallow apprentice, the old monk prefers this seemingly loyal, but actually very clever apprentice.

The little monk was also very close to this kind and kind master, and when he was idle, he went to the master to listen to the Fa.

Later, once the master made a mistake and was chased by the master with a ring ruler in half of the temple, the little monk knew that the master would also be angry.

Life in the temple was simple and peaceful, and the little monk Mingyuan enjoyed this comfortable feeling very much, until one day two women came to the temple, so that the eleven or twelve-year-old child understood what it was like to be sad.

……

"Master, I heard other uncles in the temple say that Master once admired the female master from the Western Regions, is it really fake?"

In the courtyard of the temple, the little monk sat on the steps of the side hall, and next to him, an old monk with a white beard was lying on a rocking chair and basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Mingyuan, you are young, but you also know what love is?" The old monk opened his eyes when he heard this, and his eyes smiled.

Mingyuan scratched his bare head, "Love is like, just like I like Master and Master, but that's for women." ”

The little monk was not stupid, and directly said his understanding.

The old monk closed his eyes again, gently shook the chair, and said slowly:

"That's not something you can summarize in a word, your master didn't want to be a monk back then, it was all because of that woman that he became a monk."

When the little monk heard this, his face was puzzled, and he was puzzled:

"Master, shouldn't you be with her if you like someone, why do you want to be a monk?"

The old monk shook his head, "If you ask me about the Dharma, I can talk to you for three days and three nights. To tell you the truth, that female teacher also cut her hair for a man, but that person is not your master. ”

"It's so troublesome for men and women."

The little monk muttered, and then seemed to think of something, and said with surprise on his face:

"Master, according to what you say, they all ended up leaving home because of love, so wouldn't it be great love to be a monk?"

Hearing this, the old monk opened his eyes again, and said with a smile on his face:

"Mingyuan, I'll just say that you are much more perceptive than your master."

The little monk smiled embarrassedly, and then his eyes rolled and said:

"Master, you are a high-ranking monk, when you are young, do you have a lot of women you admire?"

"You kid, look for a fight!"

The old monk pretended to be angry, picked up the ring ruler next to him and was about to beat, the little monk was very clever, he had already run far away, and said as he ran:

"Master, my swallow has gone out to play, and I will bring you something delicious at night."

The old monk didn't mean to really fight, but when he saw this, he shook his head with a smile and lay back down, with words in his mouth:

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad."

……

At the gate of the Guisheng Temple, a girl with pigtails was staring at the little monk in front of her.

"Didn't I tell you to be early, why did you come now, what if the juggling troupe left in a while?"

Although the two are of the same age, the girl is a head taller than the other, and this scene looks like an older sister reprimanding her younger brother to outsiders.

The little monk didn't dare to fight back, and said with a smile on his face:

"Yanzi, if you don't leave now, you really won't be able to catch up."

The girl snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the distance, and the little monk hurriedly quickened his pace to keep up.

The two had just walked a few steps when a young man came in front of them, a white robe that had not changed for thousands of years, and a white python sewn with silver wire on his chest loomed.

"Yo, where are the two little living Buddhas going?"

Wang Quanquan still looked familiar, and greeted the little girl who only had one side.

The little girl raised her head at the sound and recognized at a glance the man who was listening.

"Is that you?"

"Is the master in the temple?" asked Wang Quanquan with a smile.

The girl nodded, "Yes, I'll take you there." ”

When the little monk on the side heard this, he hurriedly pulled the girl's sleeve and whispered:

"Swallow, it's really too late if you don't go."

The girl frowned slightly when she heard this, and was just about to open her mouth to reprimand, when she heard the man on the side say:

"Don't bother the two little masters, I'll just go by myself."

With that, he arched his hand and walked towards the temple gate.

The little girl watched the other party leave, looked at the dumbfounded little monk again, and said:

"When you can be like him."

After the girl said that, she walked quickly in the direction of the bazaar, and the little monk touched his face, obviously misunderstood.

……

Wang Quanquan entered the temple, and after a little inquiry, he soon found the residence of the female monk, and after knocking on the door, it was a middle-aged monk in his early forties.

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and bowed, "I've seen the prince." ”

Wang Quanquan was not surprised, and saluted: "I have seen the abbot master." ”

The two old men didn't have anything to say hello to, so they saluted each other and went their separate ways.

……

Time flew by, and in the evening, Wang Quanquan walked out of the female master's meditation room and said goodbye repeatedly.

As a result, before he could get out of the courtyard gate, he met the little girl who had returned from going out, and the little girl lowered her head and walked directly past Wang Quanquan.

Wang Quanquan glanced at the corner of the other party's eyes, sighed secretly, and turned to leave.

……

At night, two bald heads, one large and one small, shone brightly on the temple, and the master and apprentice first sighed together, and then looked at each other again.

"Master, Yanzi said that she will be shaved tomorrow, will she not be able to marry after shaving?" The little monk said with a sad face.

A cool breeze blew, the middle-aged monk ripped his monk's robe, and a big tree in the temple also rattled, and the monk asked instead of answering:

"Mingyuan, do you see if the tree moved just now?"

Hearing this, the little monk raised his head and said in confusion:

"No, Master, are you tempted?"

The middle-aged monk didn't expect that he would be countered by his apprentice, stood up and patted the ash on his buttocks and said:

"If you go back to chant for the teacher, you will wait to be a bachelor for the rest of your life like me." After that, he ignored the apprentice's reaction and walked towards his meditation room.

The little monk looked at the master's back, was stunned for a while, and finally sighed again and muttered:

"It's cold......"