The old monk of the clear space took Zhisheng to the front hall, and at this moment, the glass cup, futon, and sea green in the front hall have been prepared. The old monk cleaned his hands in the basin next to him, and Zhisheng hurriedly stood aside. A middle-aged monk beckoned to the child who was about to be ordained, "Son, come here and kneel down on this futon." ”

The father was on the side, full of excitement, although he lost his son, but after that, his son was able to eat enough in the temple, and he could be regarded as surviving, and the family really couldn't afford to raise too many children. Thinking of this, my father couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After cleaning his hands, the old monk carefully wiped his hands with a white cotton cloth boy, and then walked to the child kneeling on the futon. Zhisheng also obediently carried a wooden plate, which contained tools for shaving.

The old monk put his right hand on the top of the child's head and said slowly, "Child, Master will shave you down, from now on you will be a disciple of Buddhism, you can't regret it." After speaking, he gestured to Zhisheng on the side. Zhisheng was smart, and immediately brought the wooden plate, and the old monk took the razor in the wooden plate, and the middle-aged monk hurriedly picked up the white linen cloth in the wooden plate, the white linen cloth was thick and long, and the back was sewn with leather, and his hands straightened it.

The old monk picked up the razor and scraped it back and forth on the white linen, which was equivalent to sharpening the knife, and the old monk asked while sharpening the razor, "Son, tell me, why do you want to become a monk?"

The child was a little nervous, forgot his father's words, and quickly turned his head to his father. The father was also anxious on the side, and reminded in a small voice, "Pudu sentient beings, quickly talk about Pudu sentient beings!"

The child's ears are also keen, and he actually heard his father's reminder, and immediately opened his mouth, "My father said that he wants to benefit all sentient beings." ”

When the old monk heard this, the movements in his hands suddenly stopped, and he thought to himself, this kid is quite wise, and I was also trying to purify sentient beings when I was young. At this moment, the mind of the old monk was full of the words that the master had spoken in his ears when he was a young monk.

"Son, why are you a monk?"

At that time, when he was a child, he took out a dead frog from his bosom and spread it out in his hands.

"What do you mean, boy?"

"I don't want them to die, I want to surpass them, I want to purify all sentient beings! I killed them!" At that time, the demon monk Pudu Cihang was still in charge, and most of the people were starving, how similar it is now.

"Child, I don't blame you, the weather is dry, and people can't drink water, let alone these little animals?" At that time, the master always spoke to himself in a gentle tone. "Of course your frogs will be killed. Child, becoming a monk is a big deal, you have to think twice. ”

"Master, I want to purify them, I want to become a monk!" I was so resolute in my beliefs at that time.

The old monk remembered his purpose of becoming a monk in his childhood, and couldn't help but stand on the spot.

The little monk Zhisheng was a little stunned when he saw the master holding the razor in his hand, and couldn't help asking, "Master, what are you thinking?"

The old monk suddenly came back to his senses, "Oh, it's nothing, so now, let's start shaving." Son, now if I say a word, you can read it to me, okay?"

The child knelt on the futon and replied aloud, "Yes, Master!"

The old monk sighed, "All the bad karma I created in the past was caused by beginningless greed and hatred," Zhisheng and all the monks present also whispered, "All the bad karma I created in the past was caused by beginningless greed and hatred,"

The child also shouted, "All the bad karma I have created in the past is caused by greed and hatred without beginning. ”

"From body, speech, and mind, I repent of all things now. ”

"From body, speech, and mind, I repent of all things now. ”

"From body, speech, and mind, I repent of all things now. ”

......

A sentence of Zen slowly resounded in the front hall, in the sound of Zen unveiling, the old monk of the net space first dissolved the child's head on the bun, and shaved off the hair with a knife.

The head of the old monk was in the Zen sound of this hall, and the mysterious shadow suddenly appeared, laughing to the sky, inhaling fiercely at the incense candles in the hall, showing a satisfied smile on his face, and slapping one arm towards the old monk's top door.

The old monk of Jingkong was chanting Zen Jie, while shaving the child's degree, and with a flower in front of him, the child who seemed to be shaving suddenly changed, and turned into the child who appeared in the mirror in the meditation room before, grinning at himself. The old monk was so frightened that he took several steps back.

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhisheng saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the old monk. The old monk shook his head and found that the child was still the same shaved child, could it be that he was dazzled?

"The merits of the monks are extraordinary, the boundless victories and blessings are all dedicated, and the universal wish is to indulge in all sentient beings, and quickly go to the immeasurable light Buddha temple. All the Buddhas of the Ten Directions, all the Bodhisattvas Mahasattva. Mahaprajnaparamita. With the completion of the ordination ceremony, the old monk said, "Now that you have become a monk, I will give you the Dharma name Zhide, and I hope you will not forget the vow you made today." After speaking, the old monk left in a hurry, looking very tired.

Here, a middle-aged monk has already brought Haiqing to put on the little novice of Zhide, who has just started. The so-called sea green, with a wide waist and wide sleeves, a round neck and a square placket, is fatter than other clothes, and it is a monk's robe worn when worshipping the Buddha, and its cuffs are sewn together, which is different from the regular secular robe. Ordinary disciples wear black, cyan or gray, and only the abbot or elder of a temple can wear yellow.

Zhide was surrounded by monks at the moment, looking back at his father from time to time, the old father tiptoed to look at his distant son, and couldn't help but burst into tears, after which the son was a monk and no longer had anything to do with his relatives in the world. Alas, seeing the figure disappear from his son, the father reluctantly walked out of the main hall and walked out of the temple step by step.

"Master, do you want to rest for a while, there is a Zen meeting to preside over in the afternoon?" Zhisheng helped the old monk of Jingkong to sit down on the chair, looked at the master with a haggard expression, and hurriedly handed the master a cup of tea, and asked.

The old monk of Jingkong didn't know why at the moment, he was so tired that he couldn't even speak, he took a sip of tea, and had to nod his head, "Then bring the lunch to the room, I'll go in and lie down for a while, don't call me, just put the lunch on the low table." After speaking, he got up and went to the inner room, and the little monk Zhisheng also hurriedly exited the meditation room.

At this moment, there are two walking monks on the mountainside of Minglun Temple, two people with futons on their heads, slowly walking up the steps, a person in front of him is about 20 years old, carrying a mantle and bowl rack, covered with thick red gauze, I don't know what is put in it, the appearance is honest, thick eyebrows and big eyes, two eyes flashing smart, holding a convenient shovel.

The person in the back has white eyebrows and cheeks, a white beard and a chest, seems to be seventy or eighty years old, with a thin face, unsmiling, and holding a Zen staff in his right hand. The head of the cane is four strands, round as the mouth of the lamp, and there are small rings on the rod, three per share, a total of 12 small rings, follow the old monk's movement, the Zen staff shakes with it, and the small ring makes a sound as a warning. The old monk hung a huge string of Buddha beads around his neck, pinched a string of bracelets in his left hand, and chanted words in his mouth.

"Master, we've been out for a few days, and we're all sleeping in the open, let's go to Minglun Temple today to place an order and eat something delicious, right?" The young monk walked in front of him, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly retreated to his master's side.

The old monk stopped and stared at the little monk, "Shifang, we are traveling in laymen, where is there so much exquisiteness." It seems that the teacher spoils you too much on weekdays, and you can't eat this bit of hardship, where are you still like a monk?"

The little monk of the Ten Directions pursed his mouth, "Master, people just said that they didn't eat with you any time." Besides, look at this Minglun Temple, there are so many pilgrims, much stronger than our Feiyun Temple, and the treatment must be good!"

The old monk shook his head, "We are a small monastery, but there are seven or eight monks, and it is not certain that others know it, what do you want to do with this?"

Shifang said, "If you don't have anything to eat, you can always arrange a room to sleep in, right?" I slept in the field outside until my waist was about to break. ”

The old monk said helplessly, "Whatever you want, whatever you want." He loves this disciple of his very much, just like his own child, and he is helpless when he sees Shifang complaining.

Shifang listened to the old monk's words, and immediately became happy, clapped his hands and said, "I can finally sleep well at night!"

It didn't take long for the two monks to come outside the monastery gate.

"Let's go, get ready to worship the Buddha. The old monk patted the dust on his body, stepped in, and Shifang also quickly patted himself, took off the futon he was wearing, put it in his arm and tidied up his body, looked up and saw that the old monk had walked away, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, you are waiting for me!

The old monk's feet do not stop, first come to the Tianwang Palace, the center of the Tianwang Hall is dedicated to Maitreya Bodhisattva, and the left and right are the famous four heavenly kings. Don't look at the ten directions stalking outside, but when they entered the temple gate, they were meticulous, and followed the master to face Maitreya Bodhisattva and the four heavenly kings and bow three times. Only then did he turn to the Veda Bodhisattva behind Maitreya.

When Shifang looked at Veda Bodhisattva, he couldn't help but smile, and whispered, "Master, now it's okay, we can eat and stay here for free for three days." ”

When the old monk heard this, he looked up, and saw Veda Bodhisattva with one hand on his waist, holding the demon pestle with one hand, and the demon pestle leaning obliquely on his shoulder, he couldn't help but shake his head, "Shifang, you, you, you don't do your homework well on weekdays, why can't you even understand a statue of a Bodhisattva, this temple has to charge for a pending order." ”

Shifang was stunned when he heard this, "No, this Vedic Bodhisattva is obviously the Demon Descending Pestle facing upwards? Our Feiyun Temple's Veda Bodhisattva is holding the Demon Descending Pestle horizontally in the Bodhisattva's arm, which can be eaten and lodging for the wandering monks for a day." ”

The old monk sighed, "Yes, the demon-slaying pestle of Veda Bodhisattva is facing upwards, but if you look at the Bodhisattva's right hand, it is not a trick but a forked waist, this is the expression of the pending order to collect money." ”

Shifang looked around and whispered, "This temple looks so big and good, why do you still need to collect money? Master, let's go!"

The old monk patted Shifang on the head, "When you enter the temple gate, you have to abide by other people's rules, and if you don't worship the Bodhisattva Buddha when you see it, are you still a monk?"

Shifang covered his head aggrievedly, "Master, you beat me again." I'm just for the good of the two of us, so I don't have much entanglement, who knows how much it will cost here. I don't know if the Buddha knows that there is a charge for the pending order?"

The old monk sighed, this beloved disciple, followed his first trip away, although his personality jumped out a little, but he was simple, and he suffered a lot with himself, so he stayed in this monastery for a night today, and then went on the road tomorrow. "Do you dare to complain about the Buddha? We will stay here today, and we will go on the road tomorrow, there is hot water in the temple, so you can take a hot bath." ”

"Got it, Master. Shifang looked particularly aggrieved at the moment.

After bowing to Vedic Bodhisattva, the two came to the outside of the main hall.

The main hall of Minglun Temple is very special, and here it is dedicated to the Great Day Nyorai and the Five Great Ming Kings, which are the central Fudo Ming King in the center, the third Ming King in the east, the Jundali Ming King in the south, the Great Wei De Ming King in the west, and the Vajra Yasha Ming King in the north. These are the five Buddhas of the Vajra realm, among which the Buddha is the incarnation of the Great Sun Nyorai, the Third King is the incarnation of the Ajin Nyorai, the King of the Jundali is the incarnation of the Treasure Birth Nyorai, the King of the Great Vedic is the incarnation of the Amitayus Nyorai, and the King of the Vajra Yaksha is the incarnation of the Nyorai of the Void. All the kings are the embodiment of the Buddha's wrath, and he is the manifestation of the Buddha's wisdom and anger, so they are generally hideous and strange.

Foot monks are not allowed to enter the main hall rashly, and they need to obtain the consent of the monks who know the monastery. The old monk shouted at Shifang, "Shifang, come forward and salute, and prepare to place an order." ”

Shifang respectfully agreed, and immediately stepped forward to inform the guest monks in the hall. The guest monk immediately led the two to the guest hall next to the main hall, let the two wait here, and stood at the door of the first room after speaking.

The hall was empty and unfurnished, and there was a bench on the left and right for people to sit on. Shifang put the futon on the ground on the left side of the door, placed the mantle rack on his back on the futon, and beat the shovel horizontally, and placed it in the futon, close to the bench. The old monk had already sat down on the bench on the right, and after the ten squares were tidied up, he sat down next to his master.

When the guest monk saw the little monk put the luggage away, he nodded again and again, and then turned to face the door in the guest hall, flicked the door three times in his hand, and praised in his mouth, "The guest master is merciful, and the old Bodhisattva comes to place an order." With a squeak, the door opened, and a middle-aged monk stepped out, not talking to the guest monk, first looked out of the door, saw the luggage on the ground, and came to the old monk, saw the old monk's Zen staff, immediately respected, and praised, "Old Bodhisattva!

The old monk and Shifang stood up at this moment, and Shifang saluted, "Bow to the master of the guest." ”

The monk nodded and replied, "Inquiry, please be seated." Everyone sat down, and the monk had already left the guest hall and stood outside the guest hall to wait.

"Where did the old Bodhisattva send his feet?"

"From the South China Sea. ”

"What's so good about staying here?"

"Disturb the permanent residence, hang up an order. ”

"How many days?"

"One day. ”

The monk nodded and looked at the two of them, and said with a smile, "Two masters, one guest room, 400 Wen." ”

When Shifang heard this, he immediately shouted, "Why is it so expensive?!" It's only 20 wen a night in my temple, how can it be 20 times higher when I come to you?"

When the monk heard Shifang's words, his face immediately changed, "The old Bodhisattva is embarrassed, the guest house in the temple is full, please go elsewhere." ”

"Shifang, don't be rude!" the old monk's face turned solemn, and he scolded his disciple, "Master Zhike, can there be a lower room in the temple? ”

Zhike Monk's face turned cold, "No, please go out!" After speaking, he waved his sleeves and wanted to drive people away.

At this moment, a child's voice came from outside the classroom, "Wait! How many rooms are there? ”

The Zhike monk, the old monk and the ten directions were all stunned and looked out the door. I saw a five or six-year-old boy in the cloth shirt, followed by a young man, carrying a large bag, with a heavy revenge, obviously containing a lot of things, what he said just now was exactly what the boy said.