I was hungry all the way, and almost fainted several times, until 10 in the middle of the night, and finally came to the foot of the Hokkeji Mountain, which was already the third watch in the middle of the night, and it was quite difficult to rush up the mountain at night, so I decided to find a farmer at the bottom of the mountain to borrow a night.

Soon, I found a farmer, and the farmer politely rejected me, on the grounds that his feng shui was too poor, and all passers-by who planned to go up the mountain to be a monk would stay here, and the person who planned to be a monk was naturally a poor ghost.

Helplessly, I found a broken Guanyin temple a mile away and hid it.

When I entered the ruined temple, I saw a person.

After a few pleasantries with each other, we reached a consensus and stayed in the temple together.

During the casual conversation with him, I learned that his name was Wang Hong, and he was also preparing to go up the mountain to become a monk. I asked him why he wanted to be a monk, and he said that he used to make a living by selling paper-cut paintings, but now the princes are in turmoil, the smoke is everywhere, and the people can't eat enough.

So he lost his job.

After losing his job, he had no children under his knees, his wife and people ran away, his parents died, and he was discouraged.

I asked him what was meaningful.

He said, "The meaningful thing is to be a monk. ”

Although I can't understand where he came from this conclusion, everyone has their own aspirations, as long as they don't kill people and set fires, they all have their own way of living, so why bother to find out the truth.

In this way, the ill-fated two of us talked very speculatively, and talked until late at night, and then fell asleep in a daze.

At dawn on the second day, the two of us hurried together, Wang Hong saw that I had not eaten for a day and a night, and gave me some dry food to satisfy my hunger.

Wang Hong is reliable.

However, Wang Hong's thinking is not very reliable, and he proposes that we should take a detour to the mountain.

I am very puzzled by this, why do we have so much thought when we go up the mountain? We are pious apprentices on the mountain, not to steal chickens and touch dogs.

"What do you think, in today's war era, there are many people who are monks, and everyone wants to eat and wait for death, not to be heard by the princes, but to eat and sleep and die at dawn. We must have some novelty when we go up the mountain, and the uphill will only make the abbot look down on us, thinking that the two of us going up the mountain to apprentice are also to escape the world, so that his old man looks down on him. ”

Yes, what Wang Hong said is not reasonable, along the way, I did see a lot of people rushing to Fahua Temple, the closer to Fahua Temple, the more people in the same way, so calculated, this Fahua Temple has thousands of people, more monks and less porridge, the pressure on the temple is indeed very great, maybe the abbot sees too many people as monks, and may raise the threshold.

But what am I afraid of, I have a letter of recommendation, I can go through the back door, but Wang Hong is indeed a little old-fashioned.

In this regard, I comforted Wang Hong very patiently: "Coward, the eldest husband should do something, and do something, what are you? Go, just go to the main gate, after the count, count me, die, count you, the big deal is not to be a monk, will the monks in the temple kill us." ”

In this way, Wang Hong was inspired by my momentum, and when he ascended with courage, he followed me from the main gate of Fahua Temple.

At that time, there were four other people who went up the mountain to apply for jobs, so that on the same day, six people went up the mountain at the same time to apprentice as monks, and I thought to myself, why did so many people like to be monks in ancient times?

Later, I learned that either I can't live or I can't live happily, in short, no one is happy when they go up the mountain, including me. Maybe the so-called seeing through the red dust is just a kind of self-comfort.

When we came to the gate of Fahua Temple, the disciples on duty told us that if we entered the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, the whole temple clapped our hands to welcome, and if we were to worship the teacher as a monk, we needed to pass the assessment.

I thought to myself, the employment competition in Fahua Temple is really big, and now in the war era, it is even more popular, and I don't have any ability, and I really can't be a monk.

In this way, a total of six people, including me, participated in the assessment, which was very simple, divided into a written test and an interview.

Why is this assessment process so familiar?

The written test is very simple, you have to be able to write your own name.

Everyone may think that this is also a written test, but the number of people who can read in ancient times is very limited, especially in the war era, let alone reading, it is extremely difficult to survive.

This is a breeze for me, and the other four people are also effortless, it seems that these four people are by no means ordinary people, and for Wang Hong, it is a big difficulty.

Wang Hong looked at me, the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping, the brush stayed on the rice paper, and the name was not written, and the rice paper became wet paper.

"I, I'm ......." Wang Hongzhan said tremblingly, his mouth trembling.

"What are you, you, can you write or not. ”

"I'll write. ”

"You can write quickly, or they'll sentence you for not being able to write." You can't be a monk anymore. ”

"I ......." Wang Hong's head was red, and he endured it for a long time, and finally burst out with a sentence: "What's my name?" ”

As soon as I heard it, I was furious, and this kid was nervous about something.

"Your name is Wang Hong, the king is the king of bastards, and Hong is the turbulent Hong. ”

"What a rough wave. Wang Hong looked at me with a confused expression.

"It's just a lot of water, Hong, Hong, don't you know Hong? Hong, Hong, do you have your head in the flood? Can you write it?

Just as the two of us were arguing fiercely, the invigilator monk next to us said, "Okay, no, you can go down the mountain." ”

"No, my friend is a little nervous, give him another chance, just once, he can write. I hurriedly explained for Wang Hong.

"What else to write, you see. The monk also said angrily, pointing to the rice paper in front of Wang Hong.

I looked down and looked, I was damned, the rice paper was all wet into paper paste.

Although Wang Hong has not passed, but after all, he has a gift to me to burn cakes, I can't save him and abandon him like this, I said to him, you wait for me first, don't go down the mountain, I will find a way to get you in when the time comes.

In this way, I moved on to the next level with four other people, the interview.

The interview is also very simple, describing your family background and life experience.

This is a little difficult for me, should I say it or not? No one will believe me when I say it, and if I don't say it, the monks will be taken down the mountain as a madman, and if I don't say it, it will be a blank slate, and I will definitely not be able to pass.