The starling had always been obsessed with the layman, and it remembered his appearance—medium stature, long face, and kind eyes—and it had always wanted to repay him for saving his life, but had not seen him for a long time.

That time, the starling suddenly remembered that the layman often went to the Guanyin Temple on the mountain to worship the Buddha, so he flew over and circled over the temple, but he did not see the layman, and flew to the locust tree where he had been wounded by a boy with a slingshot, but still did not see the layman.

As he was flying back to his home in the jungle, he spotted a medium-sized man carrying a small bucket to the lake, and he swooped down from the sky to look at it, and this person was the layman.

Of course, the starling could not speak to him in the language of birds, but his heart was full of gratitude to him, so he wandered over the lake, waiting for him, only to see him standing on the shore of the lake, and while chanting Buddha, he poured out the small bucket, and half a bucket of live loaches and all that swam into the lake.

The starlings knew that he was releasing the animals, and chirped more and more gratefully, and this song was a bird song in praise of the layman's release. Of course, the layman didn't understand, and he didn't notice that the starling flying around on the lake was actually the starling he had saved.

When the starling saw him released, he thought he would go home, so that he could know where the layman's house was, so that he could find out where he could be.

But the layman fetched a bucket of water from the lake and did not go to the villages along the lake, so the starlings could not know where he lived, and continued to follow him, that is, fly above his head.

Starling thought: The layman will always go home, anyway, he will not give up his observation.

The layman carried a bucket of water and walked straight to the Guanyin Temple on the mountain, and poured the water on the root of a sandalwood tree in front of the temple, perhaps because of the hot weather, the leaves of the sandalwood tree were a little yellow, and watering this bucket of water was like quenching the thirst of a sandalwood tree with a dry mouth.

At this time, a fat monk in a yellow robe came over and clasped his palms together and praised, Amitabha, the donor's merits are immeasurable.

I was afraid that the trunk of this sandalwood tree would die, so I watered it, what kind of merit is this? The layman carried the empty wooden barrel in his hand and was about to return, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, so he respectfully called the monk Master and asked him a question: At the end of last year, I was telling fortunes on West Street, and the fortune teller said that I had a bloody disaster before the Spring Festival, but after a long time after the Spring Festival, I was still in good shape.

The monk looked at the layman and said, the fortune teller is not wrong, you should have had the disaster of blood and light, just because you often buy live animals to release life, save living beings, plus you have been a vegetarian for a long time to recite the Buddha to the unjust creditor, the unjust creditor was exceeded, so I don't trouble you, and you will be safe and sound, and you will be free from the disaster of blood and light that should have been difficult to escape in the fixed karma.

Thanks to the protection of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and the good gods of heaven and earth, I Pei Minsheng only did a little good deed that was not enough to worry about, and I was able to avoid the disaster of blood and light, which is really touching. Saying that Pei Minsheng bowed to the world and the earth with his palms together, and then continued, I now swear to heaven and earth that in the future, I will be more diligent in doing good deeds, practicing diligently, and living up to the protection and high hopes of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and the good gods of heaven and earth.

Starling rested on the top of the sandalwood tree in front of the temple, and listening to Pei Minsheng's words, it strengthened its confidence in repaying its kindness.

Pei Minsheng's practice seems to focus on content rather than form.

At this time, he recited the Buddha's name several times in front of the temple, and did not go into the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, but did more good deeds with the heart of the Buddha and Bodhisattva as usual, accompanied by cultivation to save the public.

The starling followed him for hours, and it was not until noon that he entered the two-story brick and timber tiled house that was surrounded on all sides by a wall, just south of the lake's shore. As soon as the starling saw it, he knew that this was Pei Minsheng's home, so he planned to repay him with some precious things from the lofty mountain.

Soon, Pei Minsheng's wife, Hua Yanfei, found a sapling growing in the courtyard with very beautiful leaves. But she didn't know what kind of tree it was, and she didn't know if she asked her husband, but it became a big tree in its third year, high above the roof, and its lush foliage became a shelter for the house from the shade and rain.

What is even more gratifying is that there is a kind of fruit growing on the branches, but I don't see it blooming, and the fruit grows, and after a while, it grows into a full and huge man. When you look at the fruit, you know it's a fig.

Some connoisseurs who passed by here found out and told Pei Minsheng and his wife that this kind of fig has anti-cancer effects, and they can't eat it themselves, so it is better to sell it for money.

Pei Minsheng felt that it was the same, so he posted an advertisement on the conspicuous wall of the bazaar, and within a few days, people came to buy one after another, and soon the figs on the tree were almost finished and sold, and Pei Minsheng's family made a lot of money.

Because those who buy figs have cancer patients in their families, hoping that eating this fig can control cancer, so they are willing to spend money, and sell hundreds of figs per catty, almost no counteroffer.

Pei Minsheng is a layman, seeing that figs are good things, he picked three or five and took them to Guanyin Temple to offer in front of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, he knelt down for a long time, silently thanked, and said that my family grew a fig fruit tree, not planted by me, I don't know how it grows, this must be the blessing of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, so there is this treasure tree.

Just as he was about to leave the monastery, he met the fat monk in the yellow robe last time, and he told him about the growth of a fig tree in his yard for no reason. The fat monk said, there must be a reason for this, what is the reason? Let me meditate for a moment, open my eyes and observe, and then I will be able to perceive cause and effect.

Great! Pei Min had just finished burning a stick of incense in front of the giant statue of Buddha and Bodhisattva in the temple, and the fat monk came over to him and said, Have you ever saved an injured starling?

Yes! Pei Minsheng recounted the whole process of stopping the boy playing with the slingshot gun and preventing him from killing the starling and rescuing him.

The fat monk smiled slightly, and said that I had meditated for a moment just now, and I had understood the whole story. That fig tree in your yard didn't grow for nothing, there's a reason.

What's with? Pei Minsheng asked curiously.

The fat monk continued, after the wound on the right leg of the starling you saved healed, he always wanted to repay you for saving his life, waited and followed you for a long time, recognized your home address, flew to a high mountain to pick up a few fig tree seeds, sowed them in your yard, and worried that it would not survive, the starling dug a small pit with its sharp beak, inserted the seeds into it, and then covered the soil, before flying away with confidence. Later, only the seeds of one fig tree took root and sprouted and lived, and if they all survived, you Pei Minsheng would make a fortune.

Pei Minsheng said, a fig tree survives, I make a little fortune, and I am already content. The fat monk said, Amitabha, people should be content, contented and happy!

Pei Minsheng thought to himself: I am so happy that I did not ask the reason why the seeds of the fig tree did not survive, and if I did, it would reveal the weakness of human nature - that is my potential greed. Pei Minsheng stretched out his hand and patted his thigh, muttering in his mouth, hurry up and stop this greed, so as not to make Shamen laugh.