I don't know if it's the mountain, or where in the world it's here. Anyway, there are a lot of mountains here, very deep, very high.

The sun has just risen today, and the fog has not completely dispersed.

The sound of the morning bell spread far away, and the birds near the earthquake were startled, and the Buddhist temples and temples were faintly seen in the mountains, and the breath of incense and candles also flickered.

"When the Bodhisattva of Freedom is walking in the deep Prajnaparamita, he summons the five aggregates to be empty, to overcome all suffering, relics, the color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color."

This is a bamboo forest, verdant and verdant, mixed with flowers and plants in the middle, extremely beautiful and elegant. Butterflies and birds fly lightly in the forest, full of life. There is a bamboo house in the bamboo forest.

"If you want to be recognized, you will be able to do it"

"Knock knock" There was a knock on the door, "Little monk, little monk, open the door!" Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story, little monk" "Dong Dong" The little monk in the bamboo house was reciting the Heart Sutra, and when he heard the soft voice outside the door, he chanted "Relic, time", and couldn't help sighing, stood up, and opened the bamboo door.

Outside the door, a twenty-eight girl in a green dress stood at the door prettyly, with her hands behind her back, smiling at the little monk who was half a head taller than herself. The little monk's Dharma name Mingyue is different from the Dharma name of other monks in the temple. Mingyue looked at the green-clothed girl in front of her and made a Buddhist salute. This girl's name is Xiu Girl, but her real name is I don't know if it's just called Xiu Girl, and she comes to Mingyue every day to tell her story. The stories of gods and demons, martial arts stories, and Buddhist scripture stories, but also the little monk is well-read and strong, and he can remember so many stories. It's just that I don't know if I remembered it before, or if I remembered it after I met the show girl.

The show girl smiled and walked out in a hurry, and Mingyue just shook her head helplessly with a wry smile and followed. The two walked in the woods, the butterfly stopped on the shoulder of the show girl, the show girl stretched out her finger to tease the butterfly, the butterfly was frightened, and ran to Mingyue's head again, the show girl smiled at this time, ignoring Mingyue's wry smile. Walking through the flowers, we came to a lake.

The show girl trotted a few steps and sat on a smooth bluestone by the lake. Picked up a pebble and threw it in the lake, and there was a ripple with a "poof" sound. The sky was high and blue, and a few goshawks flew by.

The little monk Mingyue made a Buddhist salute like Miss Xiu, and asked softly, "Miss Xiu, what story do you want to hear today?" Miss Xiu smiled and said, "Hehe, anything is fine" Mingyue couldn't help but smile when she saw Miss Xiu's clear eyes, and looked at the birds flying overhead.

"Once upon a time there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and one day the thief came again, and the old monk said to the thief, 'Put your hand in, and I will give you whatever you want,' and the thief was very happy. So he put his hand in, and the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting 'Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk'" The little monk seemed to remember the scene at that time, and his words were a little smiling.

"The thief was in great pain, so he could only helplessly follow the old monk and shout, 'Oh, take refuge in the Buddha, hey, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the monk' This is the famous story of the three refuges in Buddhism"

The show girl smiled and said mischievously, "You are three refuges, but I have four refuges, do you want to listen?" The little monk Mingyue was stunned, and he had never heard the master say four refuges. Mingyue asked suspiciously, "What is it, the four refuges" The show girl said softly, "Stretch out your hand", Mingyue was stunned, and hesitantly stretched out her hand. Seeing that he was hesitant, the show girl grabbed his hand and pulled the little monk to a stagger.

The delicate hand of the show girl was lightly drawn in the palm of the little monk in the bright moon, which made the little monk itch for a while, and he couldn't help but move a few times, and then held the show girl's hand. The little monk saw the show girl looking at him with a smile, his face couldn't help but turn red, he lowered his head, and recited a few words of Buddha in his mouth, but somehow, he was originally meditating at the thought, but now the more he thinks about it, the more chaotic he becomes. It's not that the Buddhist scriptures are demonic, but the little monk himself is demonic. Miss Xiu took Mingyue's hand away, and carefully stroked it, Mingyue looked at Miss Xiu's serious eyes, and stayed there.

"Whoosh" There was a sound of footsteps from behind him, which woke up the little monk Mingyue. The little monk turned around and saw that it was his master, so he performed the Buddha salute and shouted, "Master"

The white-bearded old monk looked at Mingyue and said, "What about the female benefactor?" The little monk said, "As usual, I told her about the Buddha, and she left" The white-bearded old monk sighed lightly and said, "Go and chant the scriptures", and left after speaking. The old monk didn't care about the little monk and the show girl, Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, how can cause and effect be reincarnated?

"Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha" The little monk Mingyue stood by the lake, chanting the Buddha's name in the air, and couldn't help but think of the whispers in his ear before.

"Taking Refuge in the Buddha" "Taking Refuge in the Buddha"

"Convert to the law" "Convert to the law"

"Taking Refuge in Sangha" "Taking Refuge in Sangha"

"Refuge Show Girl" "Huh!? ”

Miss Xiu grabbed Mingyue's hand, "Say! The girl who took refuge in the show" had a sparkle in her eyes.

For some reason, it was originally a sunny day, but suddenly the sky darkened, and the birds and birds were gone, and there was silence. The surface of the "Didi" lake rippled, the lake and the mountains were covered with fog, it was hazy, and the sky was raining, and it was very heavy.

"Take refuge, Miss Xiu!" The little monk of Mingyue looked at his hand and muttered.

Mingyue stood alone by the lake, in the rain and fog, unable to see her look. The sound of the rain also covered his muttering, but what he could see was that the little monk Mingyue was staring at his hands, not knowing if he could stare at the flowers and the Buddha.

The white-bearded old monk who was originally leaving suddenly appeared ten feet behind the little monk Mingyue, and the heavy rain should have drenched his clothes, but when he looked closer, he found that there was no rain dripping a foot around him. The old monk looked at the little monk Mingyue who was drenched in the heavy rain and didn't know it, and recited the Buddha's name. This Buddha horn was transmitted far away, and in the rain, you can still hear the echo from the distant mountains.

It's just that the little monk Mingyue threw himself on his hand with all his heart, and he didn't feel anything. I don't know if it's a bad fate? Is it into the devil's way?

The white-bearded old monk didn't react when he saw Mingyue, silently and colorlessly, with a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind arose, and the rain was fiercer, and a crackling sound could be heard on the face of the little monk Mingyue.

The white-bearded old monk nodded and said softly, "If you can do something, you can solve it." If you don't know what you're clinging to, how can you uncover it? How can you become a Buddha and attain enlightenment? ”

After the white-bearded old monk finished speaking, he walked away and spilled into the rain and mist.

There was only one little monk staring at his hand.