Mt. Shaomuro, inside Honghua Temple.

As soon as the day dawned, a group of young monks began to get up and wash up, preparing for the morning work and morning class.

Because of the high terrain, there is no water source in the temple, and if you want to eat water, you need to go down to the stream at the corner of the mountain and pick it up step by step.

Over time, in order to store more water sources, Master Huitong, the presiding officer of the temple, proposed to buy a few large vats with the money exchanged for Huayuan, and combined them with the previous two, a total of ten and a half people high vats. If it weren't for the joint efforts of three or five young monks, it would not have been able to move it at all.

On weekdays, they are lined up and placed near the firewood house in the backyard for water use. This time, although it alleviated the problem of water shortage in the temple, it suffered the little monks who carried the burden all day long.

Over time, naturally some people with weak hearts began to complain and wait for opportunities to be lazy, resulting in the progress of water collection becoming slower and slower. For this kind of thing, everyone just looks at it and doesn't dare to say much, for fear that they will be punished and replaced by themselves, but they are asking for trouble.

And there is only one person who is different, this person is sixteen years old, born with a pretty face, eyebrows like the moon, eyes like stars. If it weren't for a monk, I don't know how many girls from good families would be willing to be fascinated by it, and they wouldn't think about it.

As one of the youngest three people in the temple, he is known as Pushan, and every word and deed he strictly follows the Master's teachings every day, and no matter how hard or difficult it is, he has no complaints.

Let's take the matter of carrying water as an example, when the other senior brothers became lazy and tired, the little monk Pushan stepped up his own pace in order to prevent them from being punished, and took the initiative to take on a part of others after completing his part.

But he is still a child after all, and his ability to face ten large tanks is limited, and even if he has worked very hard, he still can't change the actual result of the slow water extraction. For this reason, the father of the lawyer who was in charge of this matter also called several of them together and punished them one by one.

"Pushan, why are you so depressed today? ”

Pushan, who was sitting on his knees under an old tree halfway up the mountain, slowly raised his head when he heard this, and at some point there was a great monk standing in front of him.

Thinking that he was going to punish himself for being lazy, he hurriedly stood up and clasped his palms together to salute, and then went to grab the flat burden that was set aside. At the moment when he was about to touch it, he was unexpectedly pressed down by Master Huikong in front of him.

With just the strength of two fingers, the little monk Ren Pushan couldn't lift a single bit of his strength, and he couldn't help frowning for some reason: "Master Huikong, who are you?"

"Haha, Pushan, don't be in a hurry to carry water for the time being, why didn't you answer for a long time?"

Seeing that he couldn't get away from telling him the truth, in desperation, Pushan had no choice but to tell Master Huikong about the "pimple" in his heart from beginning to end.

"I see, you are depressed because you have been rebuked by the precepts because you have been kind to help others. It doesn't matter, the Buddha once said that good deeds are in the mind, and the thought is to be happy for all sentient beings, and now you have done good deeds without asking for anything in return, although you are punished for paying off their debts, it is naturally a merit!"

After listening to Master Huikong's persuasion and teaching, the knot in the heart of the little monk Pushan was suddenly smoothed a lot, and he hurriedly clasped his palms together again and saluted: "Thank you Master Huikong for pointing out the scriptures, Pushan has been taught." ”

"Haha, wherever you are, you are pure and good at introspection. However, if you have such enlightenment at such a young age, I am afraid that your future merits are immeasurable!"

"Hehe, Master Huikong, I don't think it's too early at this time, there are still two buckets of water here that haven't been picked up, if you have the opportunity another day, you will definitely go to the meditation room to ask you about the Dharma. ”

As he spoke, Pushan set up the flat pole, hung the two wooden barrels on the left and right, and his thin body trembled down the path step by step.

"Amitabha. ”

Huikong is a bodhisattva's heart, and this child is also pitiful, so it is better to take this opportunity to help others to the end. Thinking of this, he looked at the terrain in front of him, shook his body and vertically climbed to a "horseshoe palm", and then lightly stepped under his feet, followed the grass and trees that grew among the steep cliffs, and took a shortcut to the creek before Pushan.

When he arrived here, several young monks who happened to come down from the mountain also arrived. Judging from the physiognomy alone, these people are a lot worse than Pushan, each with a lazy bone, and even a look of reluctance to fetch water.

"Senior brother, how long do you think we will be considered a head in this hard life? Since the newly appointed lawyer father took power, the hard work of carrying water has become more and more tight, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that in a few days, we will all have to be tossed to death by him. ”

One of them, a short and fat little monk, said to the others with resentment.

"I think what the little junior brother said is reasonable, I'm tired of doing this hard work, and I don't want to change a few people to replace us every day, don't you look at me and wait for a bully?

"You all don't quarrel, how can you say that this is also the foot of Shaomu Mountain, if the other monks in the past hear it, do you want to live? In fact, the culprit of this bird errand in the final analysis has to be said to be that Pushan, if he is not so energetic every day, can it show that a few of us are lazy?"

As soon as the little monk who was a little older changed his words, everyone also turned the spearhead one after another, talked about the gossip of Pushan, and finally even escalated to a prank to rectify him.

Huikong saw it in his eyes and hated it in his heart, and suddenly felt that these villains who would take revenge were not worthy of being monks. Make up your mind immediately to see what they are going to do, and if necessary, to help Pushan in secret.

I saw that the little monks who were bad first filled their buckets and put them aside to hide them. Then I didn't know who took out a few pieces of hemp rope for bundles of firewood, and chose a few hidden places on the way down the mountain to tie them on both sides. Just wait for Pushan to carry water down and step on the rope, you can laugh at the ugliness of him rolling down.

Although these little monks had no intention of doing evil, this move led to the loss of their lives. Huikong hid in the dark and saw clearly, the roads they tied the ropes were not far from the cliff, if one accidentally rolled down, I was afraid that he would fall into the flesh in an instant.

Just when he wanted to secretly untie the rope before the tragedy happened, Pushan, who wanted to carry the bucket, had already come here at this time. Looking at his sweaty but determined eyes, he couldn't help but form a sharp contrast with the group of young monks who designed to fool him.