Wang Jin was lying on the bed, his hands on his head, his eyes staring at the ceiling, he felt that there were a few things that he said to Song Baixiong was certain, 1, this secret room was under the "Mingguang Temple"; 2. The "Buddha" may be the master monk here; 3, there are higher-level personnel than Song Baixiong, that is, "Violet". He thought, "We have to find out what is going on here as soon as possible, where exactly is the exit?" What secrets are hidden here? Especially the situation in the temple, and if he wants to find a way to send the information out quickly, he feels that this little monk is a person who is easy to use. ”

Two knocks sounded outside the door, and it turned out to be a little monk who came in to add water. He habitually closed the door and gave Wang Jin a smile, and Wang Jin also smiled back, and pointed to whether there was anyone outside the door, and the little monk shook his head.

The little monk came to Wang Jin's bed with a kettle and added water to Wang Jin's teacup, and Wang Jin said softly, "Can you go out?" And pointed his finger at it, the little monk nodded knowingly, and Wang Jin smiled knowingly.

The little monk's name is Wudao, his real name is Ah Rong, his hometown is from Nantong, Jiangsu, when Xiao Ah Rong was still 9 years old, a group of Japanese devils came to his hometown, they wore yellow leather clothes, carried a gun on their shoulders, and the bayonet on the tip of the gun emitted a burst of cold light. As soon as they entered the house and saw that their mother was breastfeeding their little brother, they let out a cruel laugh "haha", "The flower girl has big tits." The first devil in front snatched the little brother from his mother's arms and threw it on the ground, before he heard the sound of "wow", he saw blood all over the ground, several robbers dragged his mother to the bed, tore his clothes, tore her pants, her mother was struggling desperately, but everything was to no avail, Xiao Ah Rong was frightened by all this and stood aside and cried, at this time, the father who was working in the field outside happened to come home, and when he saw such a miserable situation, he threw away the things in his hand and struggled to pounce on the devil, but, He was kicked violently by a devil, and then a bayonet was plunged into his father's abdomen, and blood splattered.

The next day, the clouds were thick, the wind was blowing, and the sky was pouring rain, as if God was also shouting grievances for the world, as if it was uneven, my mother couldn't bear this heavy blow, and I felt that I had no face to see people, so I left the lonely little Ah Rong, moved a stool, tied a hemp rope to the beam, kicked the stool, and said goodbye to the world with hatred and tears.

Little Ah Rong desperately screamed for his mother, but the heavy rain drowned out his crying.

Since then, Xiao Ah Rong has become a veritable street child, during the day, he begs from house to house, and at night, he sleeps on the streets and stations. I don't know how long it took, he wandered to the coast, one day, he came to Mingguang Temple with the crowd of worshippers, he stood at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looking up at a kind face, such a big "Sakyamuni" reclining Buddha, curiously looking at a group of men and women in the worship to her, at this time, a kind Mingxue master came to his side, Mingxue Master looked at the ragged, yellow face and thin little Ah Rong, "Amitabha, may I ask why the little donor is here, who else is in the family?" ”

Xiao Ah Rong couldn't understand the previous words, but the latter words understood, "My parents are dead, and there is no one at home." ”

"Amitabha, how old are you?" Master Mingxue asked.

"11 years old."

Master Mingxue saw that Xiao Ah Rong was smart and clever, and he was strange and pitiful, so he called another little master. He said, "Take this little benefactor to the fasting room and make him some fasting food, Amitabha." ”

Xiao Ah Rong came to the dining room with the master and ordered a bowl of somen noodles for him, maybe it was because he hadn't eaten for a long time, Xiao Ah Rong devoured a bowl of noodles at once, and even the little master who was standing aside to watch Ah Rong eat also smiled when he saw Ah Rong's appearance.

From then on, Master Mingxue took him in and became a little monk, with the Dharma name "Enlightenment". Although it was still a period of war at that time, and the incense in the temple was not vigorous, he had a home after all, and he no longer ran around for hunger and no longer worried about the night.

The morning light is shining, the genius is bright, in the courtyard of Mingguang Temple, only the sound of "whirring" can be heard, two big knives are shining silver in the air, and a three-section stick is flying in the air, this is Xiao Wudao is practicing, I saw him sweating, or insist on practicing; The red sun rose in the east, and he rang the bell of dawn, and then, taking up a broom, carrying a bucket, and sweeping the courtyard and flushing the toilet, the day was always full, and everything seemed to be in order.

Wudao is not only smart, but also diligent, he gets up early every day, practices calligraphy, recites scriptures and rings bells, cleans the courtyard, carries water and chops firewood, and does everything. However, the good times did not last long, a bad luck quietly came to his side, one day, a new host came to Mingguang Temple, the law name is Huijue. The monks talk about compassion and kindness, but don't look at him wearing a robe, opening his mouth on Amitabha, but full of male thieves and prostitutes, he always picks his nose and picks his eyes, no matter what he holds in his hand, he smashes it on Xiao Wudao's body, and even his daily urinal has to be poured down, sometimes even Master Mingxue can't stand it, and secretly sheds tears for Xiao Wudao, but the year before last, Master Mingxue suddenly passed away, and when people found him, they saw him foaming at the mouth and lying straight on the bed......

One summer afternoon, Master Huijue suddenly showed compassion and brought a bowl of barley tea to Xiao Wudao, saying, "Wudao, the weather is hot, drink this bowl of tea to quench your thirst." ”

Xiao Wudao put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you, Master." Then, he took the bowl from Master Huijue's hand with both hands and drank it all.

Not long after, I saw Xiao Wudao trembling all over, cold sweat all over his body, blue lips, digging in his mouth desperately with both hands, rolling on the ground uncomfortably, screaming "ahhhhhh Gradually, Xiao Wudao regained his calm, but he never spoke from then on, and he was no longer allowed to practice calligraphy, only doing some foul language such as chopping wood and cleaning toilets, he could only hide in the room alone and secretly read and practice calligraphy.

Xiao Wudao still couldn't understand why this Master Huijue was so ruthless, without any kindness and compassion for the monks, he also wanted to leave here several times, but it was not easy to say, once he went down the mountain with the crowd of incense, wanting to escape from the sea of suffering, but he was caught back by the two senior brothers who were chasing, and was beaten by Master Huijue with a leather whip all over his body, rolling on the ground, and his body is still scarred. If you do leave here, where will you be able to stay?

Since Wang came in, Xiao Wudao felt that he was the only one who smiled at him, especially after he knocked over the casserole that day, if it wasn't for Wang Jin's intervention, I am afraid he would not have been able to escape a beating, and he was grateful to Wang Jin from the bottom of his heart.

Just now, Wudao flushed water for Wang Jin, and as soon as he stepped into his meditation room with the kettle, Master Huijue followed, without saying a word, grabbed the collar on Wudao's chest, and asked, "Where did you go just now?" ”

Wudao gestured with his hand to pour water.

"Did you see the newcomer?" Master Hui Jue continued to ask.

Enlightenment nodded.

Master Hui Jue threatened, "If you dare to talk nonsense, be careful of your life." ”

Wudao nodded again. Then, out of the meditation room of enlightenment, he walked away.

With tears in his eyes and full of grievances, Wudao thought to himself: "Why is there such a big gap between people? The Buddhist scriptures clearly emphasize, 'people should be good-oriented', as the saying goes, 'burning incense far away, it is better to be blessed than near', why do some people do a lot of evil, people here seem to be 'full of benevolence and morality, but they are all male thieves and female prostitutes', is there really no retribution? Bodhisattvas really don't manifest? Of course, he felt, "Wang Jin is different from the people he has come into contact with, he has a lovely smile and treats people equally, only people like him can be trusted, but why are the people around him always wary of him?" Why did he come to this place? ”