West Tianling Mountain, under the Great Leiyin Temple, there are countless temples.

Thousands of monks practice here, the eight true Buddhas, eighteen arhats, and countless bodhisattva messengers under the command of the Buddha, they are all the personal disciples and registered disciples of the Buddha, especially the eight true Buddhas, all of whom are the strongest under the realm of saints.

The old monk's name is the Lotus Ancient Buddha, one of the eight true Buddhas, who has survived for tens of millions of years.

The old monk has twelve personal disciples, a hundred registered disciples, and his disciples also have their own disciples.

The prosperity of Buddhism is not comparable to any sect in the fairy world.

There are thousands of Buddhist disciples, and each of them is a living bodhisattva with a compassionate heart.

The little boy became the thirteenth disciple of the Lotus Buddha, but he didn't know what that meant, and his main task now was to learn to speak and walk.

The little monk's name is Hui Yu, this is not his original name, this is the magic weapon that the Lotus Ancient Buddha took for him.

The little monk began to practice Buddhism from the beginning of his literacy, and his brothers and sisters are all eminent monks who have lived for many thousands of years, and they are a little stumbling little disciple who walks a little, and everyone loves it from the bottom of their hearts.

The little monk is very intelligent and naughty, and often does not work hard to recite the scriptures and practice, and runs to every corner of the temple to play.

The little monk occasionally picked up a strange seed hanging around his neck and looked at it for a long time, the master said that it was the seed he had pinched in the palm of his hand when he was born, and he didn't know what it was, but he thought it was very important, so he tied it up with a rope and hung it around the little monk's neck.

"Xiao Huiyu, put down Master's wooden fish, you have your own wooden fish. ”

Senior Brother Ronda said with a smile.

But the little monk ignored him, laughed and ran out of the courtyard with a wooden fish bigger than his head.

"Xiao Huiyu, don't pull out your senior brother's beard, senior brother has so many beards, if you want to pull out your hair, pull out your hair. ”

The second senior brother solemnly pulled the little monk who was lying on his body and played.

"But senior brother, you don't have any hair. ”

The little monk said in a milky voice, and patted the second senior brother's shiny bald head with a smile.

"So I don't have to pull it out, let's go and play. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go and play hide and seek with your nephews. ”

The second senior brother hugged Xiao Huiyu and threw him outside, so that he could play with other monks.

The little monk is five years old, more and more lively and active, and he makes those senior brothers and nephews miserable every day, but they all love this little doll and are very tolerant of anything he does.

On this day, everyone was tired of playing hide and seek, so Xiao Huiyu came out of a very hidden corner and said happily: "You guys are so stupid, did you catch me?" ”

A young monk pulled Xiao Huiyu over and said, "Of course, Xiao Huiyu is so smart, of course we can't find it." ”

"Of course. ”

The little monk smiled triumphantly.

"Hey, Huiyu, do you know what kind of seed this seed you have hanging around your neck?"

A monk asked with a smile.

"I don't know, Master said that this is something I have had since I was born, and it is very important to me, but I don't know what this thing is for, it's not fun at all. ”

The little monk pouted and said.

"I tell you, this kind of seed has to be planted in the ground to germinate and bear fruit, and if you hang it around your neck every day, it will always be a seed, and it will not sprout and bear fruit. My Buddha has a compassionate heart, are you willing to hang it every day and not let it grow? It is also a life. ”

The young monk said.

"Huh?"

The little monk picked up this seed of his own, and looked at the nephew in front of him with wide eyes and confusion.

"Yes, the second senior brother is right, you hang it every day, it's not bad if it doesn't die, are you willing to watch it keep like this? Don't you want to see what kind of seed it is?"

Another monk said.

The little monk was the age when his curiosity was the heaviest, and when he heard the senior brothers say this, he also had a strong curiosity about this seed that accompanied him, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and plant it." ”

"Well, you must remember to water it every day, and you must plant it where the sun can shine, and there is water and sunlight to survive. ”

"Well, got it, thank you, I'll go. ”

The little monk rushed back to his yard, he is now grown up and has his own yard, although it is small, but it is very clean.

After the little monk came to the courtyard, he looked around for a long time before he felt that the seeds were planted on the north wall, and this place, whether it was morning, noon or night, no matter where the sun was, could shine here.

The little monk didn't have the tools, so he squatted down, dug a pit in the ground with his bare hands, took down the seeds, untied the rope, and carefully put the seeds into the pit and buried them with soil.

He remembered what his nephews had said that plants needed water to irrigate them in order to germinate, but he searched around for tools to draw water, but he couldn't find them.

Just when he was anxious, he suddenly had an idea, grinned, went to the place where the seeds were buried, unbuttoned his pants, and sprinkled a soak of urine on the ground.

Urine is also water, and it is also considered waste utilization, and urine is also urine to the toilet, so why not use it to water seeds?

Although this seed has been planted for a long time and there is still no sign of germination, the little monk still comes diligently every day...... Pee.

At this time, it has become a habit for him, even if he is reciting scriptures and practicing in the main hall of the temple, as long as he wants to pee, he will run back to his yard non-stop and pee towards the place where the seeds are buried.

It didn't matter if the seeds germinated or not, although he still hoped that the seeds would germinate, it seemed more fun to pee here.

Two years later.

Just when he was about to forget the seed, the emperor finally lived up to the urine man, and the seed broke through the ground, revealing a tender green shoot.

The little monk came to pee again this day, and when he was casually sprinkling joy, he looked down and saw the sprouts that emerged, first stunned, and then cheered, jumping high, even if he peed on his pants, he didn't care.

He hurriedly lifted his trousers, squatted down, and carefully looked at the sprouts that had sprung up for a full hour.

In the following days, the little monk still came here every day to pee, and the little shoots also thrived, from a young shoot to the size of a small grass.

It grew from the size of grass to a small tree more than half a man tall.

But it was not so much a small tree as a shrub, because it was so thin, only the thickness of the little monk's little finger.

Since it grown, the little monk seems to have a new playmate. His senior brothers and nephews would go to practice every day, and they didn't have much time to play with him, and now he was ten years old, and he was the age when he was eager to communicate with people, but the master and brothers were very busy, and no one wanted to talk to him, so he came over to talk to this little tree.

said that the master was so strict with him, that the senior brothers stopped playing with him, and that the cultivation was too boring.

Although he is now a cultivator, he still feels that his cultivation is too boring, and the age of ten years old is the age of playfulness.

The little monk is talented and intelligent, with extraordinary qualifications, there is almost no obstacle to cultivation, and breaking through the realm is a matter of course, which is not difficult for him at all.

Rather than practicing, he would like someone to talk to and play with him.

This summer, the small tree bloomed, it was a purple flower, bewitching and beautiful.

As soon as the little monk saw this flower, he was fascinated, this is the life he cultivated with his own hands, how can he not like it, how can he not love it.

This flower is very strange, it takes two years to sprout and three years to bloom, but since it bloomed, no matter the wind or rain, the cold and the heat, it will always stand there, and there is no sign of decay.

As time passed, the small flower gradually grew into a large flower the size of a palm, and the color became more and more intense, and the purple was vivid.

This year, the little monk was thirteen years old.

As is customary, he came here to pee again.

"If you dare to pee on me again, I'll cut that thing off yours. ”

A crisp voice came, startling the little monk and almost urinating on his hands.

"Who? who's talking?"

The little monk looked around in horror, and his whole body exploded, alerting the owner of the voice.

"It's me, you damn little monk, who has peed on me for so many years, and when I grow up, I must teach you a hard lesson. ”

The little monk understood now, and the voice came from this purple flower.

"You...... Can you talk? So, you've heard everything I've said before? Great, finally someone to talk to me, oh!"

The little monk cheered happily, not thinking that it was a terrible thing for this flower to speak.

"Don't talk about chatting, can't you water me? You have to pee on me every day, what am I? Is it a latrine?"

An angry voice came from the flower.

"yes. ”

The little monk nodded without hesitation.

"You, you...... You're fucking bald, you're mad at me. ”

An angry and crisp voice came from the flower.

"Don't be angry, I won't pee on you anymore. ”

The little monk hurriedly said.

"Go get the bucket and water me!"

The flower said.

"Good, good. ”

The little monk hurriedly ran out of the courtyard to look for a bucket, and finally found a bucket in the miscellaneous room, he quickly picked up the bucket, ran to the well, fetched a bucket of water, and ran back to his yard.

"The water is coming. ”

After the little monk finished speaking, he lifted the bucket and poured a whole bucket of water on the flowers.

"Ahem, are you trying to drown me?"

Flower coughed twice.

"I'm sorry, oh yes, I didn't ask who you are? I just know that when I was born, I had a seed in my hand, and when I planted the seed, it was you. ”

The little monk said.

"I don't know who I am, but in my memory I grew up in patches, a large area of mountains and wilderness, with many companions, and those people called us the Stygian Flower, I should be a Stygian Flower. ”