The two old monks took Wang Mei and Aunt Ma to the backyard, holding awe for the mysterious master, both of them were very curious all the way, and they didn't understand why the abbot, who was rumored to be a living Buddha, met with the two of them.

"I don't know what the master looks like. Aunt Ma whispered.

"Maybe it's an old Zen master with a gray beard. "Wang Mei's brain made up the image of the master.

In many film and television dramas, aren't the masters like that? Kind eyebrows, white eyebrows and white beards, speaking in the clouds, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

The two walked to the backyard while chatting.

"Two donors, please. ”

The two old monks stopped at the door of the backyard and motioned for the two of them to enter.

"Won't the two masters go in?"

Aunt Ma was a little puzzled, these two old monks are not low in seniority, why are they still being welcoming monks.

"Master only invited two, and the two of us were not invited. The two old monks shook their heads, in their memory, the master was very strict, and those who violated the ban would be punished for copying the scriptures.

"The two donors, please rest assured, Master, his old man has profound Buddhist studies, and he is a living Buddha, and if he is not destined to meet his old man, he is not qualified to meet his old man. ”

Seeing the two old monks say this, Aunt Ma and the two had no choice but to walk in.

The meditation room is filled with green smoke.

The meditation room on a yellow background has a huge 'Buddha' character written in seal script on the front, and a young monk wearing a white monk's robe sits underneath. This monk has a delicate face, like a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a faint smile on his face, which makes people can't help but feel close when they see it.

"Little Master, what about the Master?"

Aunt Ma looked at this little monk who seemed to have come out of the comics, and couldn't help but ask. Although this little monk is good-looking, she came here to ask for the child's safety, especially when she can meet the presiding abbot this time, she should not miss the opportunity. Compared to your own children, everything else can be sidelined.

Wang Mei was the same, thinking of her child Ding Le, the middle-aged mother's face couldn't help but show worry.

Although the little fat man Ding Le will clean his clothes every time he goes home, as a mother, how could Wang Mei not notice the abnormality of her child, just to take care of the child's self-esteem, and forcibly pretend not to find out.

"What do you think the master should look like?" The young white-clothed little monk asked with a smile.

"Kind eyebrows...... It looks a little more respectable. ”

Aunt Ma said the impression of her guess. The little monk in white nodded, and his eyes fell on Wang Mei next to him.

"Since the master is the teacher of the two masters outside, I think he should be very old. ”

Wang Mei hesitated for a moment and expressed his opinion, but he always felt that the little monk in front of him was a little not simple, as if he cared more about his answer.

"Is that what it looks like?"

The white-clothed monk smiled, and in the frightened eyes of Aunt Ma and Wang Mei, this delicate-faced little monk was aging at a rate visible to the naked eye, his face was wrinkled, his white beard was emerging from his chin, and his eyebrows were also turned white and drooped.

"Ahh

Aunt Ma screamed in fright, and Wang Mei's face was a little pale, but the strange thing was that when they looked at it after they were frightened, the white-clothed monk was still the same as before.

Eighteen or nineteen years old, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

"The Buddha said: The skin is all white bones, the four are empty, and all living beings are Buddhas. ”

After saying this, the young monk recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha. ”

The scriptures of Amitabha Buddha were learned by the precept name when he was in the dream world, and the Buddhist classics in the dream world were all distributed by Zuo Meng, so to a certain extent, the precept name is indeed a true monk, he has read the real Buddhist scriptures, knows the Buddhist scriptures, and walked out of his own way, if he succeeds, he will be the Amitabha of the dream world, the ancestor of all Buddhas.

"Master!"

With this scene just now, Aunt Ma and Wang Mei were completely suppressed.

In the end, the two of them know just ordinary people, who has ever seen this scene, coupled with the setting of the environment, these two people completely believe in the identity of the Buddha who is alive.

"Master, can bless ......"

"Buddha is destined to be a person, I have a story here, are the two donors interested in listening to it?" The name of the ring interrupted Aunt Ma's words, how could he care about the college entrance examination of the two children? From beginning to end, the goal of the name of the name is very clear, that is, Wang Mei's son, the little fat man Ding Le. As for Aunt Ma's child, it's just an incidental.

"Master, please speak. ”

Wang Mei and Aunt Ma didn't understand what the master meant, so they had to listen patiently.

"Three thousand years ago, there was an ancient country, that country was called 'Zhao', at that time Zhao was not a unified country, and there were many small countries like it around Zhao. The princes fought each other, and they fought every year, so that the people were miserable. At that time, there was an An Qinghou in Zhao State, who was kind-hearted and often helped the poor people, so that he became famous. ”

When the white-clothed monk said this, he sketched a picture scroll.

The scroll floats in the air, lifelike, as if you were there.

One day, An Qinghou responded to the king's call and went to the capital to resist the attack of neighboring countries, because the monarch was jealous of An Qinghou's personality charm, so he arranged for him to be in a small city responsible for luring the enemy, and the soldiers defending the city were only 3,000 old and weak. But even so, An Qinghou still did not give up, he relied on his three thousand old and weak, repeatedly thwarted the enemy's offensive, and his reputation became more and more prominent, so that the enemy country also regarded him as a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh. ”

"In order to deal with An Qinghou, the enemy generals led their troops to besiege another important town of Zhao State, which was guarded by the son of An Qinghou's deceased friend, if he didn't save it, his friend's son would be killed, but if he went out of the city to rescue, he would just fall into the enemy's scheme, and it would be difficult to protect himself. There are two choices, one is that it is difficult to run a stable town, and if you don't rescue it, you won't encounter any danger, and the other is the son of your deceased friend, who may not be able to save him, and you may put yourself in danger. ”

Speaking of this, the white-clothed monk stopped his story and asked Wang Mei.

"If it were you, what would you choose?"

"Of course you don't save it! 3,000 old and weak, it's already good to be able to hold on, and going out of the city to save people not only can't save people, but also puts yourself in it, no matter how you look at it, it's not cost-effective. Aunt Ma hurriedly said.

Wang Mei thought about it and nodded, agreeing with Aunt Ma's answer.

The white-robed monk smiled and continued.

An Qinghou chose to save people. ”