There is only one old monk in this temple, about 80 years old, although there are age spots on his face, but he looks good, healthy and vigorous, and his eyes are bright. He not only practiced diligently, gave people practical things to eliminate disasters and evil spirits, but also cultivated vegetables on the mountain, which tasted a little self-sufficient, but the rice and pasta and other foods piled up in the wings of the temple were all donated by pilgrims.

The old monk often dedicates the merits of chanting Buddha and chanting to the people nearby, and the flowers, trees, birds and animals on this mountain ridge make the mountain gods here very moved, and naturally get along with him in harmony, and also secretly help him.

In the winter of that year, when the number nine was and the snow was closed, several pilgrims wore thick cotton clothes and went up the mountain to ask the old monk to do the work, and they were shivering from the cold one by one. The old monk wore only a thin robe, standing in the snow and reciting the "Sutra of Amitayus" for them, his body was steaming, and when he looked closely, the old monk's tall nose was soaked with beads of sweat.

After chanting, some pilgrims asked, Master, aren't you afraid of the cold? The old monk said, it's not that I'm not afraid of the cold, I don't feel cold, but I feel hot.

In fact, the mountain god with great power on this mountain begged the god of flameless fire in the sky, and lit piles of fireless flames around the old monk, so he felt very warm; However, a few pilgrims did not feel this warmth because they did not have the merit karma.

On summer evenings, the old monk took off his monk's robe and used to meditating on a stone in the jungle outside the temple while enjoying the shade, but when he heard mosquitoes screaming around him like gongs, none of them flew to bite him. Of course, he didn't know that it was the mountain god who advised the mosquito god not to suck the blood of monks, but only to be the protector god to protect the monks.

At this time, the monk brought a child into Hualing Temple, and the old monk was also inadvertent, sitting in the scripture pavilion and reciting the scriptures alone. Suddenly, I heard a child's voice calling at the door, and the monk's grandfather ...... After a few calls, the old monk turned around to see a child with a dirty face standing at the door.

He clasped his palms together and said, Amitabha, little donor, can I correct your name? The child listens quietly - this is a temple, not a secular family, only monks, not grandfathers.

The child didn't know what to answer, so he turned around and ran behind the layman who was placing the offering on the shrine and deliberately stomped his foot to get his attention. The layman turned around and said, Qin Yunjia, did you call the monk grandfather? Qin Yunjia replied, Uncle Guan Huai, he didn't let him call it that, I don't know what to call it. Guan Huai said, you just call him Master, it's no problem, go over and call him.

Qin Yunjia shook his head slightly, obviously refusing. Guan Huai pointed to the apples or other offerings on the Buddhist shrine, glanced at him, and turned his face to the side and said, If you don't scream, don't want to eat the offerings in the temple. Qin Yunjia hesitated for a moment, then ran to the door of the Lesson Pavilion and stood, seeing that his eyes were slightly closed, and the lips of the old monk who was silently reciting the scriptures stopped squirming, he mustered up the courage to shout, Master.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked up and down at the child for a while and said, "Child, who is your master?"

Can't I worship you as a teacher? Qin Yunjia, who reacted quickly, looked at him and said.

Of course, you can worship me as a teacher, but I will not take you as an apprentice. You kid is dirty, and you want to be my disciple, so I don't want to be angry. The disciples I accept are all Buddhist disciples, and Buddhist disciples should not only be pure in their hearts, but also clean in appearance.

If I take you as a disciple, you can use these hands to take offerings to the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and to do things with Dharma instruments? Even if the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas don't care, the Dharma Protector Longtian also cares. Even if your family is poor and you don't have anything to eat and wear, you should be able to wash your hands, right?! When you come to the temple like this, you don't feel the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and you don't do it.

What the old monk said, Qin Yunjia seemed to understand it, obviously understood a little, and he slowly hid a pair of black soapy hands behind his buttocks.

The layman, a middle-aged man, who had already followed him, said to the old monk, Master, you don't know, this child has no father or mother, and he eats in the village of dozens of our families, and no one usually cares about it, so he is dirty; I didn't have the Venerable Master's teachings, so I didn't understand the rules. He came to the temple today because he was hungry and hoped to find the master to eat some fruit as an offering. I asked him to call you just now, and if you are offended, please forgive Master.

These words touched the old monk's feelings of great compassion and compassion, and I saw him clasp his palms together and say, Amitabha! The old man blamed the child, it turned out that he was in such a situation, it was really pitiful. I am compassionate and willing to save children.

Qin Yunjia thought that the rescue that the old monk said was to take some fruit from the offerings on the Buddha shrine for him to eat, and his heart was so delicious that the saliva in his mouth was about to flow out.

At this time, Guan Huai took the old monk's words, Master, didn't you say that you wanted to rescue the child? I think you'll take him in! He was very pitiful.

A temple is not a charity, but it is a charity. The old monk said while motioning for the child standing at the door to go away, and then he walked out of the scripture pavilion and said, the old man is a person from Buddhism, not to talk about taking him in, but he can be shaved as a small novice, and I don't know if he is willing or not.

Guan Huai, who was standing at a distance from Qin Yunjia, raised his hand to cover his nose, approached him and asked, Yunjia, are you willing? Answer Master.

I don't understand what Master means. Qin Yunjia said with a wink.

What Master meant was to leave you in the temple and not leave. Guan Huai explained.

Uncle Guan Huai, I want to go back with you, I don't want to stay here. Qin Yunjia said bluntly.

Then you go! The old monk looked at him and simply gave the order to expel the guest.

Silly child, how good it is to stay in the temple, there is food, drink, dependence, and the blessing of the Bodhisattva. What's the point of you going back with me? No one takes care of you, it's not that they don't want to take care of you, it's because other adults have families and can't take care of you. If you are alone in this monastery, Master will take care of you like his child. Let's be realistic, if you want to eat the fruits offered to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, as long as you ask the Master for instructions, you can pick and take what you like to eat, isn't that good?

Guan Huai's words touched Qin Yunjia's heart. He immediately said that I was willing to stay in the temple. He looked at the old monk and asked, "Master, I want to eat the apples offered on the Buddha shrine now, can I go and get them?"

No way! Not at all. The old monk shook his hand straight, and said to Guan Huai, donor, let him wash his body, put on clean clothes, and take apples to eat.

Do you hear that? Guan Huai asked Qin Yunjia.

Seeing him nodding, the old monk instructed Guan Huai to help, went to the kitchen of the temple, took two empty buckets with a hook and went to the well in the forest outside the temple to carry water, back and forth several times, and filled a large tank of water. The old monk squatted in front of the stove to boil water, boiled two large buckets of hot water, and poured them into the bathtub several times.

The child began to go down, soaked his body for a while, rubbed it repeatedly, washed the white water into black water, and changed to clean water to continue scrubbing. Guan Huai squatted down from time to time to help him wash the parts behind him that couldn't be washed. The old monk stood by and supervised, and it took nearly an hour to finish.

Then the old monk asked him to shave his head naked, and gave him his Dharma name, Understanding, and said that from now on, you don't mention your common name, remember? Perception said to remember. Since he did not have the clothes of the little novice, the master made him wear a monk's robe that did not fit well.

The master did not break his promise, and took an apple from the Buddhist altar to wash it and handed it to Enlightenment to enjoy. Savvy took the apple and devoured it. The master told him to eat slowly, saying that his family should pay attention to everything and eat in a good way.

Guan Huai, who was standing next to him, reminded him that you should remember the master's teachings. When he left the temple, he repeatedly told him to listen to his master. The master gave Guan Huai a ride, and his understanding also went out, and when he walked into the forest, he did not step on one foot, and fell into the thorn canopy, his body was not injured, but he hung a hole in the cuffs of the clean robe he had just put on.

Master's unhappy teaching, understanding, you can't walk smoothly on such a gentle mountain road, which means that your heart is not at peace. Understanding's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly, Master, the apprentice is willing to be punished.

Who will punish you? When you go back to the temple, the master will sew and mend the scratches on your robe. As he walked, the master said that this robe had been worn by the master for more than ten years, and it was a little old and not broken. The first time you wore it, you hung flowers, I'm afraid it's not a good sign!