At this time, the fat monk said: "Little novice, the weather is so hot, go to the watermelon garden on the side of the road at the bottom of the slope and get some watermelons to quench your thirst." Liu Mei was about to pass through the three monks, and when she heard this, she looked at the side of the road down the slope, hey, there is really a watermelon garden, the garden is covered with green melon vines and melon leaves, and the green watermelons are scattered in the garden one by one, looking at them, I really want to pick a few to quench my thirst.

Liu Mei thought: Although these monks are all honest and serene, their eyes are quite manageable, and even I, a layman who is flying wildly, did not find the melon garden, but they found it, and they also moved the idea of quenching their thirst. By the way, wouldn't it be nice for them to bring watermelons and bring one or two for my husband who works by the lake to quench his thirst? Liu Mei walked a few steps and walked out of a tree shadow, but saw a simple shed at the east end of the melon orchard, surrounded by neat bamboo poles tied side by side, covered with withered yellow barmao, maybe there was a melon keeper sitting in the shed.

At this moment, the little novice had already set off towards the melon orchard, he was cautious, not to be confused by the thirst for watermelons, and still worried about stepping on the ants on the ground or something, so he was not walking fast. When he arrived at the watermelon garden, he saw huge watermelons covered by green vines and green leaves, which was very tempting, but he was able to control himself, not picking one easily, and wanting to make a fortune to the master.

There was a young girl napping in the melon shed, and she didn't notice anyone walking into the melon garden. If the little novice had crawled over and quietly picked a few watermelons, the girl would not have found out at all. Because the weather was hot, and the breeze was light, like a silent lullaby, the girl slept on the rattan chair of the melon shed, but she did not turn over easily, and there was a small snoring sound in her nostrils.

When the little novice saw her, he felt that it was not appropriate to wake up, and it was not appropriate not to wake up, and the master was waiting for him to get a watermelon to quench his thirst. He touched his bald head with some anxiety and came up with a solution.

He deliberately coughed dryly, but the girl didn't wake up, and coughed again, but still didn't wake up, he secretly blamed the girl for sleeping deeply, don't say that people steal your watermelon, even if they steal your people, there is a chance to take advantage of it. Just as she was about to cough heavily, the girl turned over, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the melon garden outside the shed. I happened to see the little novice, and the little novice approached the mouth of the melon shed and said kindly: "Female donor, Master and I are passing through here, the weather is hot, I want to turn a watermelon into a watermelon to quench my thirst, and I hope that the female donor will be merciful and charity." Amitabha!

Go! Go! Go! I don't owe you watermelon. You bald heads, you can't grow watermelons, why should I give alms?

The little novice was inexplicably reprimanded, drooped his sweaty head and left the melon garden, and returned to the hot road where the master and the others were standing, he returned empty-handed, quite embarrassed, and told the reason for the fruitlessness of the fate, saying that the female benefactor was too uninterested in the monks. The fat monk is the master, he was silent for a long time, looked at the old thin monk and said: You go to the melon garden to make a fortune.

The thin monk's face was embarrassed, he thought: The young and handsome little monk can't come to the watermelon, and I, an ugly-looking old monk, have no choice, and it's in vain to go, and the female benefactor won't buy it at all. Now that the master has spoken, he can't help but go, so he hardened his head, wiped a handful of hot sweat on his face, and walked slowly towards the melon garden.

The female benefactor saw an old monk coming from a distance in the melon shed, she stood up quickly, greeted her very warmly, and said, "Master, please take a seat, you can pick the big watermelons in this garden." The thin monk never imagined that the female benefactor not only did not make things difficult for the monk as Xiao Shami said, but also respected him, an old monk, as a guest.

He walked into the melon shed in fear, and the female benefactor cut open a watermelon with a brush of the attractive watermelon, and let him eat a full meal, the red melon flesh was dotted with his lips, and there was a trace of the fragrance of loofah in the air. The thin monk quenched his thirst, and he did not forget that the master and the little novice were very thirsty along the way. Then he said, "Donor, thank you, can you take one away to quench my master's thirst?" The female donor smiled: As long as you are willing to pick, pick the big ones, and take a few if you can.

Amitabha, the donor is so generous, the poor monk is grateful! The thin monk said with his palms together, while turning around and exiting the melon shed and entering the melon garden, inspecting countless huge watermelons that were half-hidden among the leaves of the green melons. He walked out of the melon garden, and the female benefactor politely praised: Master is easy to go.

The thin monk who left the melon orchard never understood why he was so old and ugly and was treated favorably by the female benefactor, while the little novice was so young and handsome, and he had never offended the female benefactor, but he was not welcome. He couldn't figure out the reasoning, but he thought it was so interesting that he didn't feel hot when he walked with sweat.

Xiao Shami, who was standing under the shade of the tree with the master, thought in his heart: The thin monk went in vain, and the female benefactor was too picky. He also thought that the master was embarrassing the thin monk. Just as he was about to be on the horse, he saw the thin monk returning with two huge watermelons. He didn't believe his eyes, wasn't it a dream? After looking closely, it was indeed a thin monk who came, and he was full of smiles. The little novice thought, "This must not have been stolen, right?" It's impossible, the female benefactor thief, it's impossible for people to take advantage of her right under her nose.

Of course, it's hard to say, what if the female benefactor suddenly has a good heart? Yes! The thin monk came to the shade of the tree, put the two watermelons in front of the master, and said that the female benefactor was very good, let him eat enough watermelons in the melon shed, and let him go to the melon garden to pick the biggest melon. The little novice who was standing on the side didn't say anything, and looked at the sky silently with guilt on his face. When the master saw him like this, he told him not to feel uncomfortable, saying that there was a reason for this-

In a past life, there was a high monk who went to the South of India to take two monks, one old and one young, and they were going to a village to make a fortune. Monks go out in a hurry, unlike ordinary people, ordinary people go out in groups without constraints, most of them talk about things while walking, before and after, left and right, the distance between front and back is not more than a meter. The monks rarely speak when they walk together, and they are not parallel, most of them are one in front of the other, and those who walk in front generally do not look backwards, some silently recite the names of Amitabha and other Buddhas in their hearts, and some make devout visualizations on Amitabha and other Buddhas......

At this moment, the old monk walked ahead, and when he saw a dead cat lying on the side of the road, emitting a foul smell, he covered his nose, and walked briskly with a grim face, as if he were fleeing the plague. The young monk walked behind and saw the dead cat, not only with no disgust, but with pity.

It is good to dig a pit and bury the dead cat of the violent corpse, for people, hygiene, for the dead cat, it is also to appease its soul. But at this time, where is the hoe digging hole? The young monk looked around, and an old farmer with a hoe came to him, and he borrowed a hoe from the old farmer, dug a pit in the corner of the ground on the left side of the road, and buried the dead cat.