Before the sun went out, a baby's cry broke the quiet sky above the Golden Light Temple.

"Senior brother, look at that!"

"Let's go! ”

Two middle-aged monks immediately stepped forward to check, only to see a baby sleeping in swaddling clothes in the bushes and crying. They each touched their shiny bald heads, and a monk asked, "Senior brother, what's going on?"

The older monk muttered, "How do I know?" I saw that he was lucky and shouted, "Whose doll is this!" The baby in swaddling clothes heard the cry and cried even more.

The young monk stepped forward to cover his senior brother's mouth: "You be quiet, don't scare him." ”

These two monks are the high disciples of Jinguang Temple.

Fa Xian frowned and frowned: "Strange, although Jinguang Temple is not heavily guarded, it is not easy to throw such a small milk baby on the mountain without alerting the master, who did it?"

"Don't talk about this, God has the virtue of a good life, senior brother, now that this child is abandoned here, we can't see death without help, how do you say it's good?" asked the short monk with his hands folded.

"Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, since you have encountered it, take it back to the temple and hand it over to the master to deal with. ”

The two hit it off, picked up the baby in their arms, and trotted towards the Daxiong Hall in the center of the temple.

In the center of the main hall, a shriveled and thin old monk sat on the futon, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, this person is the presiding master of Jinguang Temple, Master Jueyuan, hearing the footsteps, Jueyuan stopped chanting, slowly opened his eyes, he has already practiced the heart and eye through the gods, and the big and small matters in the temple naturally can't escape his eyes. Fa Ming Fa Xian approached the main hall lightly and greeted him: "Master." ”

Jueyuan recited the Buddha's name, and his voice was like a bell: "The old man already knows, you two don't have to say much, first bring the little baby to me to see." Hearing this, Fa Ming handed the baby in his arms to the master.

It's strange to say, when Fa Xian was holding the baby in his arms, he couldn't stop crying in Fa Xian's arms, and when he arrived in Fa Ming's arms, he stopped crying, and now he was placed on his knees by Jue Yuan, and he began to howl again. The Daxiong Treasure Hall is an important place for Buddhism, how can children be disturbed, Fa Ming has no choice but to pick up the baby for the master to check, the little milk baby back to Fa Ming's arms, and quiet. Fa Ming scratched his bald head, looking embarrassed.

Jueyuan smiled slightly: "It seems that this little baby is quite in love with you." Jue Yuan said while looking at the baby in Fa Ming's arms, the black charcoal-like little baby's tiger head and tiger brain, a pair of big eyes blazing, was looking, the little black charcoal twisted his body, and actually sprinkled a soak of urine on the Buddha statue, Fa Ming couldn't help but be shocked, Master Buddha has a deep heart, how can he allow others to defile the Buddha hall. Jueyuan also frowned slightly: "Amitabha, the so-called Buddha is destined to be a person, it seems that this kid is not close to the Buddha by nature, Fa Ming, it is better to send him to the bottom of the mountain and find someone to foster him." ”

"Master..."

"Needless to say, the matter is settled. After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the meditation room.

Fa Xian's face also changed slightly, and he pulled up his junior brother: "Let's go, what the master said is right, the Buddha is destined, this child was born with no fate with my Buddha, and it is not beautiful to stay in the temple, so don't force it anymore." ”

Although Fa Ming couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to disobey the master, so he had to pick up the baby and walk down the mountain.

"Little baby, little baby, you lonely and helpless, how good it would be if you could stay on the mountain, but you prefer to be disrespectful to the Buddha in front of the master, and now I can only send you down the mountain. ”

Regarding Fa Ming's complaints, Xiao Hei Tan in his arms just kept screaming, waving his arms, and didn't care about his future at all.

Seeing that the baby was so cute, Fa Ming was close, and he just wanted to help him find a good family, but it was easy to say, how could it be so easy to do, most of the villagers under the mountain were not rich, who wanted to have an extra mouth to eat at home for no reason, and they all ignored it. People outside the Fa Ming Fang have a gentle temperament, and it is not easy to be strong, and they look at the children in their arms who are difficult, and now this child is not wanted by people under the mountain, and he can't stay on the mountain, what should I do?

Just when Fa Ming was at a loss, a pretty village girl carried a bamboo basket from a thatched hut in the corner and pushed the door out, although Fa Ming lived in the temple for a long time, he also heard a little about this village girl, this woman is a well-known beauty in ten miles and eight towns, named Yang Ping, married into the Jiang family with her husband's surname, since ancient times, Jiang Ping is good-looking, but the fate is bad, just after getting married, the husband will die soon, no matter what the cause of her husband's death, Kefu's big hat can only be buckled on Jiang Ping's head, her father-in-law and mother-in-law naturally did not have a good face for her, and it didn't take long to drive her out of the house, cut off contact with this nominal daughter-in-law, Jiang Ping also suffered from the eyes of the villagers。

But Jiang Ping felt that since she married into the Jiang family, no matter what, she was the daughter-in-law of the Jiang family after all, although she lived alone, there were countless people who proposed marriage, and she never had the idea of remarrying.

Seeing Jiang Ping walking straight towards him, Fa Ming lowered his eyebrows and pleased, silently reciting "Don't look at indecent things" in his heart, he wanted to avoid it sideways, but Jiang Ping stood directly in front of him, and asked softly: "Master, why are you holding the baby in your arms?" The fragrance is fragrant, making people's hearts ripple.

Fa Ming stabilized his mind and replied respectfully: "Amitabha, back to the words of the female benefactor, the poor monk Jinguang Temple Fa Ming, this little baby was abandoned in my temple early this morning, and it is not suitable to foster babies in the mountains, and the abbot specially ordered me to go down the mountain to find a good home for him." ”

"I see. Jiang Ping said, took two steps forward, teased the baby in Fa Ming's arms, the woman's fragrance was fragrant, Fa Ming almost confused his mind, and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"This little baby is born with a tiger's brain, Master Fa Ming, why don't you just foster this little baby with me. Jiang Ping seemed to be quite attached to the baby and took it from Fa Ming's arms.

"It's so good, then thank you to the female donor, and the little monk will come here from time to time. Fa Ming folded his hands and bowed in thanks.

"Master is polite, as the saying goes, unfilial piety is the greatest, I am a widow, and I don't want to remarry, and now I am happy to have a son, it can be seen that God has mercy, I want to thank you, Master. ”

Fa Ming didn't know how to get along with the woman, and besides, there were many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and since the child had a home, he said goodbye and returned to the mountain.

Every month after that, Fa Ming would take the opportunity to go down the mountain to visit the baby, and Jueyuan didn't know the details, but the monks were compassionate, so it was inconvenient to interfere too much.

Fifteen years later.

Jueyuan is dying, Fa Ming has also passed the age of not being confused, three watches a day, Jue Yuan called Fa Ming to the room: "Apprentice, how many years have you been in the temple?"

"Back to Master, my disciple has been practicing in the temple for thirty-five years. ”

Jueyuan stroked the top of Fa Ming's head and said softly: "Among my many disciples, you have the most wisdom roots and the most Buddha nature, and now you are running out of time as a teacher, and Jinguang Temple will rely on you to support it in the future." ”

Fa Ming was shocked to realize that the master was explaining the aftermath, although he was an outsider, he had already cut off his seven emotions and six desires, and his eyes couldn't help but be hazy at this time.

Jueyuan smiled slightly: "Silly boy, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and being a teacher is just an early climb to the Western Bliss." ”

"But Master, how can the disciple be able to bear such a heavy responsibility. ”

"Why can't you bear it, you are kind-hearted, and you are the best choice for the abbot. Early tomorrow morning, the teacher will pass the position of abbot to you in front of the monks of the whole temple, and everything will depend on you in the future. ”

On the second day, Fa Ming succeeded to the position of abbot of Jinguang Temple, and the world was a sensation.

After another three years, a couple brought their eldest son, who was only ten years old, to the mountain to apprentice, and Fa Ming stood alone in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to greet him.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Back to the words of the master, my name is Ni Shanhe. ”

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

"I do!"

"If you are bullied in the future, what should you do?"

"Influence him. ”

"If he learns miracles day by day, he will bully and bully others. ”

"No, it won't. ”

"Why not?"

"Just because all beings are equal, all things have spirituality. ”

"Very good, you are full of aura, I like it very much, I am the abbot of Jinguang Temple, Fa Ming, I hereby swear, from today on, you are my big disciple, the law name Hui Ling. ”

"Master Xie!" the child finished speaking, knelt in front of Fa Ming, and kowtowed three times.

Time flies, time flies, as if in a blink of an eye, Hui Ling has grown from a child. This Hui Ling's talent is not high, not only the Dharma is profound, but also quite a person's demeanor between gestures, Fa Ming watched his growth, and his heart was full of relief.