"Monk, why do you say this mountain is called White Horse Mountain? Why is that temple called White Horse Temple? Ding Jiujiu rode a white horse and asked, pointing to a dilapidated ancient temple site on the top of the mountain.

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, a monk who attained the Tao rode a white horse and came to this mountain to teach Zen and relieve suffering, and later named it after the white horse," Wujie looked at the ruins of the ancient temple and sighed: "Counting, I haven't come back for forty or fifty years. ”

Ding Jiujiu also sighed: "I really can't keep it in the world, I didn't expect that we are all in our sixties, I thought I had been eighteen years old, and I looked as beautiful as a flower." ”

The unprecepted beauty is a gentle tone: "In my heart, the wine will always be eighteen, and the beauty is like a flower." ”

Ding Jiujiu elbowed him and snorted, "After that fire, I don't remember what happened before. ”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you everything I once did......"

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In the 614th year of the Great Yan calendar, there was a coup d'état within the imperial court, and it coincided with the western expedition to the Western Regions and the northern expedition to Great Xia. The situation in the rivers and lakes was turbulent, the poor floods were everywhere, the plague was raging, the fields were not harvested, and the people were miserable, especially in the area of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, a great famine broke out, and many people died of starvation.

When the people pleaded with the Bodhisattva for protection, but they still suffered, faith disappeared, and incense was cut off at Jingzen monasteries such as the White Horse Temple.

In the same year, the abbot of the temple sat down, and the White Horse Temple, which was already withering, the monks were still vulgar, and the runaways were left, leaving only a little monk who was only twelve years old and had not yet been ordained, and was forced to be the host of the White Horse Temple, and he was without precepts.

"No precepts, I saved you in swaddling clothes, it has been twelve years since then, you have not received the ordination, you do not belong to the people of Zen Buddhism, and you don't have to stay here, I sit down and there are a few taels of silver in the bag, you take it and run for your life......" This is what the abbot said on his deathbed. M.biQuge.biZ

"Master, the disciple grew up in the White Horse Temple since he was a child, and this is already the disciple's home, where do you tell me to go if you leave home? The master can rest assured that the disciples will abide by the rules, remember the teachings, and carry forward the way of Zen Buddhism. ”

The little monk kowtowed, and the old monk returned to heaven with a smile.

Even if there is only one person left in the huge temple, he will follow the rules as always, do the homework he should do, and hit the bell at all.

When the water is gone, you can pick it again, but if the grain and rice are gone, you will have to go hungry. In the rainy season, the crops in the vegetable garden have been waterlogged, and there is a lot of game in the deep mountains, but the monks do not eat meat, how can they have preserved fruits if they are full of mushrooms and wild vegetables?

In desperation, Wujie put on his mantle, pestle a Zen staff two taller than him, and went down the mountain to turn his fate.

In the past, when the quiet Zen incense was vigorous, the White Horse Temple was full of guests to worship, and there were many villages and towns under the mountain.

Qingyu Town, the largest market town under the White Horse Mountain, has official roads, ferries, and many rich people, all of whom have been blessed by fate, and it shouldn't be a problem to turn a few dimes of grain and rice, right?

However, when we reached the bottom of the mountain, we found that the flood had broken through the embankment and the village was completely submerged in the second half of the way, but the water had not subsided, and the heavy rain had no intention of stopping.

When I arrived in the town, I realized that the rich and the young and strong who had a little money had all moved out, and there were only some lonely old people and poor people left in the thousand towns.

Wujie plucked up his courage and knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, an old woman, with gray hair and patched clothes, saw that the little monk's eyes lit up, and hurriedly saluted: "Little master, what are you doing?" ”

Wujie was reserved for a long time before the bronze bowl was half opened, and before he could speak, the old woman understood and said, "The little master will later." ”

When the old woman left, Wujie reluctantly took a look at the inner room, three or two pieces of furniture, lonely, and dilapidated.

Wujie suddenly felt ashamed, turned around and was about to leave, but the old woman held two flour poops mixed with rice bran: "Eat less in the cold house, the little master forgive me." ”

Wujie wanted to refuse politely, but the old woman took the initiative to stuff it into his copper bowl, "I hope that the little master will pray for our town a lot, the plague will soon disperse, and the flood will soon pass." ”

If the master came, he could still say some blessings, but he didn't even receive the precepts, so he had to bow and meditate: "Amitabha, thank you to the donor." "Lonely and departed.

Then, he asked a few more relatively well-off households.

"Go, go, go...... I can't open the pot in my house, where is there something to give to you? ”

"Is a monk with a shaved head and wearing a monk's robe?"

"The Bodhisattva doesn't bless our family, but still wants our family to give alms, what is the reason?"

What is the reasoning behind this? What kind of world is this?

Can meditation really benefit the world?

Wujie squatted on the corner of the street, gnawing on the dough that was difficult to swallow, and suddenly heard a cry for help:

"Help, help...... Who's going to save me! ”

A girl with a cloak was dragged out of the alley, she was like a stranded catfish, but she had brute strength, and she tossed very hard, "You let go of me, let go of me!" ”

"Little bastard, you dare to bite me!"

"Smack!"

The big man slapped an ear scraper on the girl's face, it must be very heavy, the girl gritted her teeth and held back her tears, but she didn't cry.

Wujie hurriedly ran forward, stopped the big man and bowed: "Amitabha, donor, do a good deed every day, and help the good fortune, you are merciful, or let this female benefactor go." ”

"Yo?" The big man was amused, full of contempt, and said: "Okay, he is my adopted daughter who bought her for ten taels of silver, and now I can't afford to raise her, so it's cheaper, and I sold it to you for fifteen taels." ”

Wujie's face sank: "The donor knows that buying and selling human beings is illegal!" ”

"He. . . Mother. Yes, the officials are gone, and they are still talking about breaking the law or not! The big man pushed away the unringed, "Little begging, get out of the way!" If I don't see that you are a monk, I will arrest you and sell you. ”

Unsuspectingly, his face was red, but he was helpless for a while in the face of a big man with a round waist.

"Little monk, save me, save me......" The girl's big watery eyes called out loudly.

If it is a martial Zen monk, a slap of iron sand will make the Han man turn over on his back, but unfortunately he practices meditation. Can you really save the world?

Wujie was stunned for a long time, and finally secretly followed.

In the end, the girl was sold to an old man who was nearly half a hundred years old for twelve taels of silver. The old man looked obscene and looked at the girl and swallowed his saliva.

"I can't imagine that I, Li Laohan, have been a bachelor for more than 50 years, and I can still eat a bite of tender grass, so ......"

"Don't touch me, you dead old man!"

"Hard, hard, I like it!"

The old man dragged the girl into the house, and the girl sat on the ground, and for a while the old man really didn't drag much.

"Hey! You little mare is fierce, and I'm going to give you some color today! ”

The old man raised his palm and was about to hit, but he didn't wait for him to wave his hand, "Smack!" A staff slammed into the back of his head. The old man stared back, only to find that it was a little monk who was more than five feet tall.

"You little-"

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow knocked the old man to the ground.

"Amitabha, good, good, donor—"

"What else is the giver, run!"

The girl dragged Wujie and ran wildly out of the town.

By the time they reached the bottom of the mountain, both young men were exhausted.

"Heh, hehehe......" The girl gasped as she let out a silver bell-like laugh.

Wujie shook off the girl's hand, turned his back, and muttered, "The female benefactor laughs so frivolously......"

The girl moved to him, hooked her head, and looked straight at her big eyes: "Little monk, I knew that you would come to save me, from now on, you are my savior." ”

Wujie took a few big steps back, and the master always said that the woman under the mountain is a tiger, and she should hide far away when she sees it. Growing so big, it was the first time he had ever been so close to a girl. He muttered: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter—"

"No, it's not right, it's to save someone's life, you should make a promise to each other," the girl smiled: "You saved my life, I am your person, from now on, we must support each other, help each other, and when I grow up, I will marry you as a daughter-in-law." ”

"Scared!" Wujie was shocked, and hurriedly waved his hand, "The monk is compassionate and saves people's lives, it is for the sake of accumulating virtue for kindness, and he can't ask for anything in return, let alone ......" He looked at the girl vigorously, although she was dressed in rags and her face was black, but in general she was a lovely person. Thinking about it, his face couldn't help but turn red.

"And you mean you're going to abandon me?"

"No, that's not what I meant—"

"You saved me, but you didn't care about me, I'm so much thinner than you, and if I go back, I'll be abducted again if I don't starve to death," said the girl, her eyes were hazy with tears, and her eyes were horizontal, "I might as well have died on this stone instead of this." ”

She did make a headbutting motion.

Although Wujie was young, he was not a fool, and he definitely did not believe that this girl would kill herself.

"Monk, I really hit it!" The girl looked back, squeezing her tears, seeing that she was indifferent, she increased her tone: "I'm really going to bump!" ”

Wujie sighed and waved his hand: "The female benefactor is right, save people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west...... Come with me up the mountain. ”

The girl wiped her tears and snot, and happily followed, running and jumping all the way to greet: "I didn't expect that I could still eat a bite of Buddhist rice, hehe...... Hey, by the way, little monk, what's your name? ”

Wujie spat lightly: "No ring." ”

"Oh!"

"Hmm."

After a while, the girl asked, "Why don't you ask me what my name is?" ”

Wujie squatted down and looked at the girl's innocent eyes for a long time, before he suddenly realized that he had saved a little wrongdoer.

"And what's your name?"

"My name is Jiu'er, nine, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine."

"Don't have a surname?"

"There are a lot of surnames, nine of them. Because since I was born, not counting just now, I have been sold a total of nine times, and each time I will change my surname. I don't remember if I changed too much. ”

It turned out that she also had no father and no mother.

The same is the end of the world, why should we have met before?

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