I thought that Xiangshan Zen Temple was a place with true Buddhism, and the abbot master was compassionate and could let himself be, but I didn't expect that he still couldn't tolerate himself!

However, although the monk was a little depressed in his heart, he was not unable to let go.

After all, he had just killed so many people, and it was not clear if that wave was all or just a part.

Maybe someone will find it in the future, and it may affect the monks in the temple in this Xiangshan Zen Temple.

So even if the abbot master didn't send someone to catch up, the monk himself wouldn't stay too long, but he didn't expect him to leave immediately tomorrow.

The monk didn't think much about it, strung all the iron Buddha beads, looked them up and down, and then put them on his neck.

"Dangdang. When."

The bell of the Xiangshan Monastery rang out, indicating that the monks of the temple should rest, and the pilgrims in the temple should also rest.

The monk stood up and looked out of the door, and then walked out, all the monks in the Xiangshan Monastery had already returned to the monk's house, except for him, a fake monk, no one else dared to come out casually again.

Although it was already night, the moon was bright enough to illuminate the earth.

"That's it, take refuge elsewhere!"

Being a monk does have a lot of troubles, and a word of dust can isolate most of the sorrows, as if the burden is lifted all at once, but it can't be all.

After returning to the house, the monk sat cross-legged on the bed and recited the four words "My Buddha is compassionate" all night.

It seems that as soon as you close your eyes and open your eyes, it is already the time for the rooster to crow.

The monk got up and made the bed, then lifted a monk's cloth bag and put it on his shoulder, opened the door and walked out.

It was not even bright, it was still very dark, and almost all the pilgrims and travelers who stayed in the monastery did not get up, and only a few monks got up at about the same time to prepare for their work, or to inspect the temple, or to prepare breakfast.

Ding Feixiong didn't have any nostalgia, left the monk's house, and walked to the front yard step by step, since he was asked to leave the next day, then he would leave tomorrow.

"Chirp. Chirp, chirp,

"Chirp chirp. Chirp"

A crisp birdsong was evident in the quiet temple at this moment, and the birdsong was high and low and slightly rapid.

Ding Feixiong turned around a courtyard wall and saw someone in the corner of the wall.

Shi Sheng rubbed the slag of steamed bread with a hard half of the steamed bread and sprinkled it on the ground to feed the birds.

In winter, when the birds lack food, several of them have gathered.

But two of the birds that were pecking at the scraps got into a fight for some unknown reason, and they pecked each other hard for a while.

Two birds come and go, flapping their wings and fighting nearby, startling the other birds to fly or avoid.

"Stop arguing, don't argue."

Shi Sheng was screaming, but the two birds were fighting so hard that it was impossible to pay attention to what people said.

Other birds either jump down or bypass the two birds to peck at the steamed bun dregs, or simply chirp a little farther away, as if watching the excitement.

"Master, stop them!"

Yi Shuyuan walked over and saw the birds whose feathers had been pecked off, ignoring their master and apprentice at all, and beat them to the ground, so he said to Shi Sheng.

"Birds can't understand human speech, if you want to persuade you, you have to learn how birds speak, look at Master!"

When the words fell, Yi Shuyuan folded his fan to cover his mouth and let out a sound, and the sound was the same as the chirping of these birds.

"Chirp chirp. Chirp"

But the two birds were still in one place, so Yi Shuyuan changed his name and increased his volume.

After a few sounds, the fighting birds on the ground separated, but the two birds chattered around the edge of the small bowl, and flew back and forth frequently, as if looking for the third party who was quarrelling.

Ding Feixiong saw it strangely from a distance, and couldn't help but take a few steps closer, this Confucian scholar could actually make a bird call that was difficult to distinguish between true and false.

I didn't expect that the Confucian child was fine after making trouble on the side for so long, Ding Feixiong only took a few steps closer, and all the birds "lala" for a while, flapping their wings and flying away.

As soon as this movement came out, Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng both turned around and looked behind them, and saw a monk more than a dozen steps away.

Although it shouldn't be a big deal, Ding Feixiong will be a little embarrassed, so he can only fold his hands and perform a Buddha ceremony.

"The poor monk is rude!"

Yi Shuyuan arched his hand over there and said.

"The birds are short of food, and they will fly back after a while to eat."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan looked the monk up and down.

"This master is not a monk in the temple, is he? Is this leaving? ”

"As the benefactor said, the poor monk is not a monk of Xiangshan Zen Monastery, he stayed for some time, and he is ready to leave today."

Yi Shuyuan put away the folding fan and approached the monk.

"Monks like to call people donors, but I have never given to you, so how can I be a donor?"

The monk was surprised a moment ago because the person in front of him was full of gray hair, but at this moment, he was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

After all, he is not a true monk, and he doesn't understand a lot of Buddhism, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to read Buddhist scriptures.

"Shi Sheng, why do you say that the monks call everyone a donor?"

Shi Sheng ran over with half a steamed bun, he looked at the monk in front of him, although he saw him kill so many people at night last night, but there was no anger on his body.

"Master, I think there may be some people who call the donor and some people who don't, so they seem to treat them differently in their hearts, you said that Buddhism emphasizes equal treatment, and some monks are used to it even if they don't know, and they will get used to it by teaching each other and shouting."

"Well, hehe, I used to want to eat candy, I would coax my mother to say that she was the best, she loved the most, I would definitely give me candy, she sometimes gave it soft-hearted, and the monk called everyone a donor, which can inspire people to give charity!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Anything else?"

"And."

Shi Sheng frowned and fell into thought.

Ding Feixiong on the side couldn't help but think in his heart at the moment, but he couldn't think of any answer for a long time, he felt that this kid had already said a few points in the first few points.

"Master, I can't think of it!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, looked at Ding Feixiong on the side, and then looked at the place where the steamed bun dregs had just been sprinkled, the frightened bird had already flown back and was pecking at the mincs there, there would be no fight.

"In fact, whether there is charity or not, all of us have a time to give, my father and mother gave birth to me and raised me, when I meet a poor person, it is charity, and mutual help between relatives and friends is charity, that is, there is compassion and compassion at that moment to pray for others, and it is also charity."

"All sentient beings in this world should be few people with real iron hearts, who do not give to monks, but will always give to others, so they can be called donors with Buddha's wisdom and wisdom!"

Shi Sheng nodded and wrote it down in his heart.

And Ding Feixiong on one side was shaken in his heart, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body, this is Buddhism!

"Thank you for your generosity, the poor monk has been taught!"

The monk folded his hands and bowed solemnly to Yi Shuyuan gratefully.

This bow, the string of heavy iron Buddha beads fell, Shi Sheng was so close, looking at this Buddha beads and curious, I don't know if it is really iron.

Yi Shuyuan returned the salute at this moment and asked with a smile.

"Master, I've been talking about it for so long, and I still don't know your legal name?"

"Poor monk. I can't do it yet, I haven't studied Buddhism, and I don't know the principles of Buddhism, I'm really ashamed! ”

"Oh, since you must have chosen to become a monk because you have to leave your predecessor behind, I won't ask much, but you don't have a Dharma name, so I will call you a monk, right?"

"If the donor wants to call it that, just call it!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Contemptible Yi Shuyuan, since you are leaving the temple, let's go for a walk together."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan had already walked towards the front yard, Ding Feixiong was slightly stunned, and understood that the other party was just taking a walk, so he subconsciously followed.

"The donor should be a person who regularly worships the Buddha, knows the Buddha's principles and knows the scriptures, can you show the poor monks a place to go, and can the poor monks take refuge in my Buddha and become monks?"

The sky was already dark, but there were really few people in the temple, only Yi Shuyuan and Ding Feixiong were walking together, plus a Shi Sheng who would run away from the side from time to time.

"Does the master want to be a real monk or a fake monk?"

Ding Feixiong thought that Yi Shuyuan was sarcastic, but before he could explain, he heard Yi Shuyuan continue.

"The true monk of Dayong needs to have a degree recognized by the imperial court, he needs to have a heel to check, and he needs to have a temple to settle down."

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Ding Feixiong.

"Fake monks, there are a lot of them, more than half of the nearly 100 monks in this Xiangshan Zen Monastery have no degree, and they are not bad for you."

Ding Feixiong smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's not easy to be a monk, it seems that I can only be a fake monk."

The two walked very slowly and chatted, and when they walked through the park on one side of the courtyard, when they learned that the monk barely knew any scriptures, Yi Shuyuan suddenly said with a smile.

"Although Yi doesn't practice Buddhism, he also understands a little bit, master, how about I teach you a cold Buddhist scripture?"

Of course, it is not easy to make a decision to find an inheritor, but the Buddhist scripture has been chanted all the time, and in Yi Shuyuan's opinion, the animals in the mountains can hear it, and Ding Feixiong can naturally hear it.

"Please sir teach me!"

Here Ding Feixiong did not use the word "donor" again, since he said "teaching", he would call him "sir"!

"I'll say it again, just listen to it, it's best to remember it, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it!"

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan walked under a tree in the garden, and after a slight pause, he spoke.

"Yi Mouxi wandered in all directions, once stayed in the barren mountain abandoned house, there is a small temple in the house, the width and height are only two feet, and a mud Bodhisattva stands in the temple"

What Yi Shuyuan said had nothing to do with the Buddhist scriptures, but Ding Feixiong listened patiently, and his mind became more and more calm.

"In the middle of the night, when I went out to relieve myself, I suddenly saw the animals in the mountains lying in front of the temple and kowtowing, and suddenly felt extraordinarily magical, so I stopped for a moment, as if I heard the sound of the Buddha. This is the Nameless Sutra, and listen to me."

Yi Shuyuan looked at Ding Feixiong, then looked into the distance, and saw Zhaoli looking at the courtyard wall of the main hall from afar but didn't dare to approach, so he nodded slightly over there.

Monk Zhaoli was overjoyed and hurriedly walked over, and Yi Shuyuan also spoke again at this moment.

"Those who are virtuous can open the door of wonder, contemplate themselves freely, have no fear, and have no evil."

(End of chapter)