The owner of Ziyun Nunnery, Jing Xian Shitai, is a highly respected Buddhist master in Sufeng and Kan'er counties, Jing Xian Shitai grew up in Ziyun Nunnery since childhood, and received full ordination at the age of 20, and then took over the position of the head of the nunnery from the hands of the previous generation Ning Yan Shitai, Ziyun Nunnery has finally been smooth sailing over the years, and there has been no mistake.

Until this morning, a donkey pulled a black coffin appeared in Ziyun Nunnery.

Jingxin Shitai, who has the loudest voice and the strongest temper among the Jingzi masters, pushed open the meditation house, and when he went to the outside of the Sanmen Palace, he saw a white-haired old man, while pulling out his crotch, while looking at the empty door in the middle of the Sanmen Palace, and muttered in his mouth:

"What an empty door, as soon as you enter the empty door, it is as deep as the sea, I don't know if these old nuns will be lonely at night, alas, I really want to know"

As soon as the meditation master heard this, the pure place of Buddhism, how can you allow a crazy old man to spread wild here, the meditation master took two steps and made a one-step move, and made a mercy seal on his right hand, which was slapped at the old man's face with one palm.

I don't know if he was stupid or what, the meditation master was a bhikshuni who had attained enlightenment, and he saw that the palm was about to be slapped on the door of the head, thinking that even if the old man didn't die, he would have half a life, so he had to temporarily retract his strength, but even if he retracted his strength from the cliff, he still slapped the old man's face.

Bang~ The sound is crisp and resounding in the sky.

......

The Zen house where the owner of the nunnery lives is called Sikong House.

At this time, the white-haired old man sat opposite the quiet teacher, two futons, relative and speechless.

Until the white-haired old man felt that it was really uncomfortable to sit cross-legged.

Then he spread his legs cross-legged at will, and said to Mrs. Jing Xian in a very indecent posture:

"I can't be a monk in my life, my legs hurt, I can't move, unlike you girls, otherwise, it's good to get together with you."

Dressed in a white monk's robe, with a ruddy complexion and extremely light eyebrows, the quiet master Taiwen smiled:

"I see that the palm print on your face is weird and abrupt, do you want to have one on the other side?"

Rao is white-haired old man with a face comparable to the city wall, and he couldn't sit still, and said:

"You guys are just too dry, you start beating people early in the morning, and your heart needs to be moisturized."

The teacher was too pretentious to fight, and the white-haired old man hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy.

"Actually, I'm here this time to ask you something, in my coffin, there is an unlucky boy, there are some problems with his body, he met me is also fate, fate, it's always hard to say, just like us, are you really vulgar?"

"Get out," said Master Jing with a smile.

The white-haired old man plucked his ears and said:

"Okay, okay, after all these years, he's still so big-tempered, anyway, that kid has been in this state for some time, here I want to let you go for a while, not much, seven days, if he wakes up in seven days, then he is almost alive, if he is still like this for seven days, find a good place to bury it, and do it together by the way, convenient. ”

Jing Xian smiled and said, "You will plan to dish, I see that the child's heart is closed, and his body has been severely injured, I don't know what method you used against the sky for him, he must be very attractive now, so you take a fancy to my nunnery, and besides, you don't bother to take care of a patient, I'm sure I can't refuse a patient, you just eat me."

The white-haired old man snorted and said:

"That's what I'm saying, who of us is with whom, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, isn't it?"

The quiet master didn't speak, the green light ancient Buddha, the Buddha smoke is faint, the last time I saw him was a green shirt and a sword, and now he has white hair, I don't know where to see it next time.

......

Xiaoxiao is a disciple of Ziyun Nunnery Xiaozi, abandoned by his parents in front of the nunnery since he was a child, and was later brought back to the nunnery by the master Jingyue Shitai, for many years Xiaoxiao and the master Jingyue Shitai depended on each other, living in the most remote one called "Qingxin" monk's house, the monk's house is not big, there are two low houses in the small courtyard, there is a well in the courtyard, there is a vegetable field by the well, and Xiaoxiao's favorite cabbage is planted.

At this time, Xiaoxiao was facing the biggest challenge in her life, because the master told her that from today, there is a patient in the nunnery who needs your care, and the master Jingyue Shitai was originally from Liangzhou, and fled here because her parents and younger brothers died at the hands of mountain bandits on the way, and she was disheartened, and she worshiped under the Yuexian Shitai Sect and became a bhikshuni.

Now that he is over half a hundred years old, he has only accepted one disciple from Xiaoxiao, although he is a disciple, he is actually no different from a child. Jingyue Shitai took Xiaoxiao's hand and said earnestly:

"Xiaoxiao, you can know that Buddhism is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter to save people's lives"

Xiaoxiao nodded:

"Know"

Master Jingyue knew too well that his young disciple, who had just turned fourteen, was well-known for his good temper in the entire Ziyun Nunnery, and he was much more worry-free than the disciples of Senior Sister Jingxin and the Master of Jingxian Nunnery.

But the problem is that the donor is a man after all, but Xiaoxiao is still a child, and he doesn't know what men and women don't kiss, I think the Buddha won't blame, when Senior Sister Jingxian handed over this matter to Jingyue, she also said this, afraid that Xiaoxiao would be wronged.

also said that the things she took over should be taken care of by her disciples.

But Master Jingyue is not as kind as Xiaoxiao, and she is too good to speak, and under the words of the owner of the nunnery, Jingyue actually agreed.

In the evening of the same day, the two disciples of Xiaozhi and Xiaoyue carried the male benefactor into Xiaoxiao's room, Xiaozhi Xiaoyue's two junior sisters are slightly younger than Xiaoxiao, but they are both a head taller than Xiaoxiao, and it may be because of the little baby face, they look even younger, so these two junior sisters have never regarded Xiaoxiao as a senior sister, and Xiaoxiao doesn't mind.

When the two junior sisters left the monk's house, Xiaoxiao's eyes were a little playful, and Xiaoxiao turned to look at the master who was sitting by the well with his eyes closed, his face full of doubts.

On the moon, Xiaoxiao went to the room to fetch water, because the senior sister Xiaoqing who was in charge of the room was uncomfortable, Xiaoxiao helped to boil the water and boiled the water, and because Xiaozhi Xiaoyue and several senior sisters and sisters said that there was an emergency, Xiaoxiao asked them to fetch water first, and when everyone finished fetching water, Xiaoxiao found that the hot water was gone, so she had to boil another pot.

When she returned to the monastery with two buckets of water, her face was already black from the charcoal fire.

Brought a bucket of hot water to Master Jingyue's room, and carried another bucket back to his room, Xiaoxiao is not tall, and it looks particularly funny to carry a bucket that is half a person high.

When he arrived at his monk's house, he looked at Li Changchun who was lying on a temporary wooden bed, and suddenly blushed a little, Xiaoxiao patted his face, wondering why his face was a little hot.

After she prepared a basin of hot water, brought it to the bed, dipped it in hot water with her own towel, wiped Li Changchun's face, and carefully felt Li Changchun's snort, it took a long time to have a faint breath, Xiaoxiao put her head on his chest again, and it was only after a long time that there was a low beat.

But fortunately, there is breathing, there is a heartbeat, and most of the Buddhist disciples have learned some simple medical skills since they were young, so Xiaoxiao knows that at least he has not gone to see the Buddha yet.

Xiaoxiao dipped some water again and wiped his neck, perhaps out of curiosity, Xiaoxiao reached out and touched his eyebrows tremblingly, his eyes were still looking ahead blankly, thinking that he was unconscious, Xiaoxiao carefully withdrew his hand, thinking that it was the first time he had looked at the male benefactor so closely.

Dipping some hot water again, Xiaoxiao remembered reading a medical book when she was a child, if a patient loses his mind and is paralyzed in bed all the year round, he needs to wipe his body with hot water, and he must rub his body often, otherwise even if he wakes up, his body will be broken.

Thinking about what was said in the medical book, Xiaoxiao carefully untied Li Changchun's robe and saw the scar on his heart that had already scabbed.

Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, thinking to herself, how could this benefactor be injured like this.

Gently rubbed the wound around the wound with hot water, and then wiped the limbs briefly.

I remembered that I still had to rub my limbs.

Xiaoxiao pressed the male donor very gently, but what made Xiaoxiao strange was that when she pressed it between her legs, there seemed to be something there, was it a lump, so Xiaoxiao pressed it very gently......

It's just that his white face is full of doubts.

......

Outside the window, the moonlight sprinkled a layer of silver frost, Xiaoxiao lay in the warm futon, the fatigue of the whole day slowly dissipated, and she hummed softly.

Then he poked his little head out and looked at Mr. Donor over there, and there was only a thin futon on the simple wooden bed.

Xiaoxiao crawled out of the quilt and put her little hand on Li Changchun's forehead, which was extremely cold, so cold, how could Mr. Donor's body stand it.

I saw Xiaoxiao carefully move the wooden bed to the side of her bed, squatted on her bed, pulled Li Changchun into her futon, and carefully covered the quilt.

Only then did he climb onto the plank bed and cover the thin futon that was originally on Li Changchun's body.

glanced at Li Changchun again, and then fell asleep.