The old monk of Jingkong was satisfied and prepared to walk to the Hanging Pavilion, passing by a courtyard, and saw that his disciple the little monk Zhixin had just finished sweeping the garbage in the courtyard and walked out, and immediately opened his mouth and asked seriously, "Zhixin, what are you going to do?"

Zhixin was a thin little monk, and when he saw the old Zen master asking, he was so frightened that he hurriedly replied, "Back to Master, the disciple has already swept the ground, and now he is going to have a morning fast." Ｘ”

"Have you cleaned the courtyard? Amitabha, the monks don't speak. How can you tell a lie?" the old monk looked left and right for a while, and said these words.

Zhixin said with confidence, "The disciple has been swept away." ”

The old monk of the clear space was so angry that he stretched out his finger and pointed behind Zhixin, "Take a good look, there are still fallen leaves under the tree, this is called sweeping?"

Zhixin turned his head aggrievedly and saw that under a big tree at the foot of the courtyard, the breeze blew, and the leaves on the tree swayed with the wind, and a few leaves fell to the grass on the ground. "Master, this is what just fell. ”

"Oh, if it just fell, then you can sweep it. The old monk looked serious.

Zhixin said with a crying voice, "Then how can you finish sweeping? This wind has been blowing, and the disciples are sweeping, and the leaves are falling!"

The old monk sighed, "Zhixin, you're wrong, you're so lazy, how can you realize the Dao and achieve the right result?"

Zhixin had no choice but to nod yes, turn around and pick up the bamboo rake again, ready to gather the fallen leaves of the big tree.

The old monk of the clear space stretched out his hand and nodded Zhixin, and none of these disciples let themselves worry. The little monk Zhisheng followed behind the old Zen master, learning the movements of the old Zen master, reaching out and dotting Zhixin, looking naughty. Zhixin swept the floor while looking at Zhisheng, angry and his teeth itched.

The old monk of the clear sky started to leave, didn't take two steps, felt something strange behind him, looked back, and found that the little monk Zhisheng was teasing Zhixin, and immediately said in a low voice, "Zhisheng, what are you laughing at?!"

As soon as Zhisheng heard the words of the old Zen master, he immediately retracted his movements, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "The disciple didn't laugh at anything~"

Seeing that Zhisheng still didn't admit it, the old monk said angrily, "Okay, you laugh at Zhixin, you are smart." Now I'm going to test you. After speaking, he pointed to the big tree that Zhixin was sweeping and said, "Look at this tree, then let me ask you, is the leaves moving, or is it blown by the wind?"

Zhisheng stepped on his feet and looked at it carefully, and replied confidently, "It was blown by the wind!"

As soon as Zhisheng's words fell, the old monk stretched out his hand and slapped Zhisheng's head, "It's the wind blowing, I'll hit you!"

Zhisheng said aggrievedly, "That's the leaves moving." ”

The old monk stretched out his hand and slapped Zhisheng's head again, "It's the leaves that are moving, I'll hit you again!"

Zhisheng rubbed his slapped head, and said unconvinced, "Master, what do you say is moving?"

The old monk pointed his finger at Zhisheng's heart, "Nothing is moving, it's your heart moving!"

Zhisheng looked confused, "Heartbeat?" Originally, the wind was blowing the leaves, how could it be related to the heart again?

The old monk shook his head, "Stupid! Turning around to leave the courtyard, Zhisheng followed behind, unable to figure it out.

As soon as he took two steps, the old monk heard the big tree rattling, and when he looked up, he saw that the little monk Zhixin was struggling to pull the branches of the big tree, shaking it vigorously, and shaking the leaves on the tree as hard as he could.

The old monk of the clear sky was very strange, and immediately shouted, "Zhixin, what are you doing here?!"

When Zhixin heard the old Zen master's question, he immediately walked out from under the tree, "Master, the disciple shook off all the dead branches and diseased leaves on the tree, so it's easy to sweep." ”

The old monk of the pure space said, "Amitabha, sins and sins." Zhixin, you are killing a living being! Leaves grow on trees and have a life of their own. You shake it down, isn't that killing? Alas, sin, sin, Amitabha. When Zhisheng heard that Zhixin had been criticized by the master again, he immediately squeezed his eyebrows on the side. Zhixin looked back at the big tree, and then looked back at the master, completely unaware of what he had done wrong.

"What a bunch of fools! rotten wood can't be carved~" The old monk of the clear sky was so angry that he had nothing to say, and he no longer believed in his senses, and walked away.

In the Hanging Pavilion, here is an attic built on the mountainside, because the terrain is steep, part of the attic is suspended in the air, standing on the attic can see the secluded valley at the foot, so it is called the Hanging Pavilion.

At this moment, on the top floor of the Hanging Pavilion, by the window, a table and chair have been set up, with a bowl of gruel and four dishes on it.

A young monk was waiting at the table, and the old monk sat down by the window, "Are all the people here?"

The young monk hurriedly replied, "It's all here." ”

The old monk nodded, "That's good, let them all wait in the front hall, and I'll go after eating." The young monk was ordered to leave. Zhisheng stood aside and didn't dare to speak. The old monk turned his head to see Zhisheng and said, "Zhisheng, why are you still stunned here? ”

"The disciple obeyed. Zhisheng hurriedly left.

The old monk shook his head, picked up a porcelain bottle from the table, opened the lid, and poured out a few spiced beans from it and put them in the porridge, which was his favorite way to eat, and every time he drank porridge, it must be so. The old monk mixed the spiced beans and white porridge with each other, lifted the chopsticks and was about to eat, and a voice came from his ear, "Old Zen master, you can have pity on me!"

When the old monk heard this, he said impatiently, "Alas, why are you here again?"

Next to the table, there stood a middle-aged man with a sad appearance, his clothes were patched everywhere, and his face was yellow and thin, which looked like he was suffering from long-term hunger. The middle-aged man stood at the table of the old monk in the clear space, not daring to speak.

"Li San, how many times have I told you. The old monk picked up a pair of chopsticks and sent them to his mouth, chewing while saying, "You can't pay the rent, so don't plant it." After speaking, he drank a large mouthful of white porridge.

The middle-aged man said in a mournful voice, "Old Zen Master, you don't know that the year is not good now, and the land I rented is a river beach again. It dries when it doesn't rain, and when it rains, it gets waterlogged. Old Zen Master, I beg you, be merciful!"

The old monk listened to Li San's explanation, his voice did not change at all, he calmly picked up a pinch of pickles, put it to his mouth, and after taking a sip of porridge, he said, "Why can the second crutch pay the rent on time?"

Li San was hungry, smelling the aroma of the food on the table, his head was dizzy, and when he heard the old Zen master's question, he quickly explained, "So that the old Zen master knows that Zhang Er's land is different from mine, his is upstream, and mine is downstream." ”

The old monk ate vegetables and drank porridge and said, "I don't care what upstream and downstream you are in. If you can't afford to pay the rent, I think you'd better plant it again. ”

Li San cried, "Old Zen Master, be merciful, my family has such a large population, you can let me plant for another year." ”

The old monk didn't care, and said while eating, "Alas, there is no endless way to the sky, if you can't farm, don't plant anymore." I think you'd better do some odd jobs to make a living, and you don't want to plant any more in this land. ”

When Li San heard this, he quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old monk of the clear space, "Old Zen master, if you say so, then I have no choice but to kowtow to you." As soon as the words fell, Li San knocked his head on the ground.

The old monk's face changed slightly, "Eh~ Li San, you get up, you have something to say." The monks are compassionate, alas~" After speaking, he picked up the dishes and ate them.

Li San knelt on the ground and cried, "Old Zen Master, you can't see death without help, my family has so many people, please forgive the old Zen Master." ”

As soon as the old monk heard this, he drank the porridge in two bites, snorted, and left without looking back. Li San raised his hand, but never dared to stop him.

The old monk said to himself as he went downstairs, "If you don't know how to plant, don't plant." Your family has a large population? My monastery has a larger population, and we don't pay rent, so let's drink the northwest wind?

The little monk Zhisheng was already waiting downstairs, and when he heard the old Zen man angry, he didn't dare to talk, so he hurriedly led the old Zen master to the meditation room next to the Hanging Pavilion.

The old monk took off the rosary around his neck and hung it on the wall, and Zhisheng hurriedly handed over a yellow robe that had been arranged a long time ago. The old monk turned his head and scolded, "It's not this, why are you so stupid!" Zhisheng went to the inner room in a gray manner, and a person immediately stood up in the room here, and the old monk of the clear space took a look, "Why are you here?"

"I was afraid that I would delay the old Zen master's business, so as soon as the rain stopped, I personally sent it. The speaker was the shopkeeper who had chatted with Zuo Tianzong and the others on the mountain road before.

The shopkeeper had already taken out the Buddha statues in the burden one by one and put them on the shelf, "Old Zen master, please see, this is the Buddha statue set by the temple, this is the first batch." ”

The old monk glanced at the Buddha statue, but without looking closely, he asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper smiled politely, "It's easy to say, you make a price." ”

The old monk closed his eyes, "That's 300 Wen a statue." Here, Zhisheng had already taken out a red robe with gold trim from the back room, and the old monk nodded and motioned for Zhisheng to hang it on the wall first, and he would wear it later.

The shopkeeper here said, "Old Zen master, 300 Wen is not enough." You also know that it takes a few days to make a Bodhisattva, it rains again, and there are few finished products in the kiln, and now there is such a mess everywhere, and the labor cost is high. The shopkeeper said as he moved the statue of the Bodhisattva, the King of Ming, and the Buddha statue to the central shelf one by one.

Inside this meditation room is a huge wooden frame, layered on top of each other, with dozens of statues placed on each floor, which seems to be a special place for light.

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "We can't make a lot of money." ”

Zhisheng was waiting for the old Zen master to get dressed, and the old monk took off his dark coat and changed into a crescent-colored middle coat, and then he was ready to wear a robe, "Then you better take it back, it's too expensive." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately lost his smile, held the statue in his hand and said, "Old Zen master, how much do you say?"

The old monk of the clear space did not change his words, "300 Wen." ”

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, "350, old Zen master, what do you think?"

The old monk shook his head with his back to the shopkeeper, "It's 300 Wen." ”

The shopkeeper can't do it, this statue has been done, the old Zen master doesn't want it, he has to smash it all in his hands, "Okay, 300 is 300." After speaking, he still put the statues one by one on the empty seat of the wooden frame, but he no longer had the initial momentum.

"That's right, doing business is about a long stream. The better the incense in the temple, the better your family's business, and these are all complementary to each other. The old monk was also happy when he saw the shopkeeper's softness, and said while tying his robe. "How can you make money on a bodhisattva?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he said aggrievedly, "Old Zen master, you sell it for 800 Wen a statue, and you make more than double the profit." ”

The old monk of the clear space was not happy when he heard this, "full of copper smell!" and left the meditation room with Zhisheng.

The shopkeeper watched the old monk go away and spat on the ground, "Mean!"

Far away in the front hall, the incense and candles inside were flourishing, and Zuo Tianzong and Lu Xihua turned into onlookers and stood outside the hall. At the entrance of the front hall, six monks have cleared the middle road, and the guests who came to incense were stopped on both sides, and many pilgrims who came to incense saw that the front hall was stopped, and after asking the monks, they went to other halls.

Zuo Tian looked up to a lady next to him who was about to leave and asked, "This lady is invited, I don't know what kind of grand event this Minglun Temple is today, and I need this kind of labor to mobilize the people?"

The eldest lady lowered her eyebrows and recited "Amitabha", and then said, "Today is the day when the old Zen master in the temple opens the altar to speak, and those who want to become a novice also come over today." However, this temple accepts disciples, but there is nothing to see. With that, he turned and left.

In the front hall, a father was waiting in a corner of the front hall with his son.

The father instructed his son, "Son, after today, you will have food and shelter, but you must practice hard." Later, the old Zen master came and asked you, "Why do you want to become a monk?" You say, "I want to purify all sentient beings." ”

The child was still young, only six years old, and after listening to his father's words, he didn't quite understand it, so he asked, "Dad, what is Pudu sentient beings?" ”

The father angrily scolded, "Pudu sentient beings will purify sentient beings, what do you care about him so much? It would be good to know that there is enough food to eat!"

The son hummed aggrievedly, and he didn't know if he understood or not.

The old monk walked over from afar, and when Lu Xihua saw it, he couldn't help but say "Huh~".

"Why did Master Zun speak, but there was a difference?" Zuo Tianzong asked from the side.

Lu Xihua said, "This old monk's heart is not small, eighty percent of it will be hung!"

In Lu Xihua's eyes, there was a black cloud above the head of the old monk of the clear space at this moment, and a strange statue was sitting in the middle. This statue, with a dark body, four heads and eight arms, with a strange smile on its face, stretched out its arms and stroked the top of the old monk's head, as if it was looking at an extremely delicious food. The golem suddenly noticed that something was wrong ahead, and only saw a child smiling at him, and a faint light appeared behind his head, and he only felt deep fear. He was about to retreat, but the boy shook his head and turned away.

At this moment, the golem had palpitations, and did not dare to reappear, and disappeared into the air.