In the depths of the bamboo forest, the leaves fall and the wind blows.

There is a little monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe.

The five-year-old monk has a bald head that is shinier than the porcelain treasured by large families, and the sunlight shines on his head through the bamboo leaves.

The little monk was holding a little rabbit in his hand, as if he was dying, dying.

"You can't say if you don't give birth, you can't say if you don't give birth, you can't say if you don't give birth, you can't say that you don't give birth, you can't say that you have a cause, you can say it. ”

The little monk chanted the Buddha in his mouth, and the hand holding the little rabbit seemed to have white mangs, like ripples in the autumn water. After a while, the rabbit opened his eyes, looked back at the little monk, and bowed his head in respect.

"Go ahead. The little monk sighed in a low voice, solemn and treasured, like a true Buddha.

The rabbit jumped out of his hand, and after a few battles, bowed his head to the little monk again.

The little monk smiled and lowered his head, but at this moment, his face suddenly became hideous, and his squinted eyes shouted "Oops", like ten thousand Dharma phases are broken, and my Buddha has fallen into mortal dust.

It's not that he has distracting thoughts, but because of the sharp pain in his ears at this time, he can't be calm.

"Okay, where did the little bald head come from, who came to the mountains to catch rabbits to eat?"

"The female donor let go quickly, men and women are not kissed, the little monk is a monk, and he must not have a skin-to-skin relationship with a woman. He didn't look back, knowing that his ears were being grabbed, and he bared his teeth and pleaded.

"Monks, where are the monks who have nothing to catch rabbits?"

"It's not that the little monk wants to catch the rabbit, but that the rabbit is seriously injured, and the little monk heals it. ”

"How do you heal it?"

As the words fell, the girl's hand twisting the monk's ear also loosened, and the little monk didn't dare to look back, and said honestly: "If you don't give birth, you can't say it, you can't say it if you don't give birth, you can't say it, you can't say it if you don't give birth, you can't say it...... Eh, it hurts. ”

Before he could finish his sentence, his ears were pulled up again.

The woman's voice said, "If you ask you, you answer honestly, don't be a god." ”

This time, the little monk seemed to have come to his senses, closed his eyes and resisted: "The Buddha said: Don't say. ”

There was another sharp pain in her ears, and the woman said, "You can't say it, see if you say it!"

The little monk closed his eyes tightly and chanted the Heart Sutra: "When you look at the Bodhisattva of Freedom and are in the depths of Prajnaparamita, you will see that the five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all suffering." The relics, the color is not different from the emptiness, the emptiness is not different from the color, the color is the emptiness, the emptiness is the color, and the same is true of the thought and action......"

The sharp pain in the ears came again and again, the little monk stood still, the two confronted each other for a long time, after all, the woman was defeated, let go of her hand, and went around to the little monk.

The monk didn't open his eyes, but he also smelled a slightly sweet smell.

The woman held the palms of the little monk in both hands, and said apologies in a happy and unapologetic voice: "I'm sorry, little bald head, does your ear hurt?"

As he spoke, he reached out and rubbed the little monk's red and swollen ears.

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no knowledge, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old death, no old death, no suffering, no wisdom, no gain......" The little monk still recited the scriptures silently, and did not even open his eyes to look at the woman in front of him.

With a "snap", the woman slapped the little monk in the face, who still chanted and did not move, only feeling that everything was a phase and everything was empty.

The woman rubbed the little monk's face again, and said, "Aren't you too close to women, you are too close to women now, if you ignore me again, I will take off my clothes." ”

The little monk finally responded to the woman: "The donor is not a woman, the donor is the little monk's demon, not seeing, not experiencing." ”

The woman was really like a demon, and she harassed the little monk and retreated on her own.

After chanting the Heart Sutra three times, the little monk couldn't feel the woman's breath, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. ”

Everything is a dream, an obsession.

He didn't know why he had an obsession with women, he was only five years old, and he had been practicing Buddhism since he was a child, and he had never had a desire for women.

But he was glad that he had won the demons.

Tidy up your clothes and go back in steps, still dusty, white clothes fluttering.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the cold light falls on the Buddha statue, as if there is light in the eyes, and the world is observed.

The old monk recites the scriptures with candles, and the little monk sits next to him and listens.

After the recitation of a "Supreme Sutra", the old monk's eyes opened slightly, and the little monk opened his eyes at the same time, his face was like water, and he was not shocked.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, these days, the little monk finally got rid of the problem of dozing off when he was chanting. He asked: "Guanhua, do you know why I am a member of the Buddhist sect and want to chant the Taoist scriptures." ”

Guanhua is the name of the little monk, he doesn't understand why his name is so different, but the master just told him that leaving the form in the traces is the appearance.

Guanhua replied: "My generation cultivates the true Buddha, and the true Buddha is the great way, and the great road is one of them, and everything changes without leaving the Dharma." It is the old Confucianism, Taoism, and ink soldiers, who are allowed to cross people's hearts, and they can all enter my Buddha. ”

The old monk was satisfied: "What a child with wise roots. ”

Guanhua said: "Cultivating the Buddha and enlightening the Zen heart, there is no wisdom root, the Buddha said the truth, as long as you are willing to listen, you are comfortable and clear." ”

The old monk said: "When you go out of the temple today, you can get a harvest." ”

Guanhua said: "Master, you are in love." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Apprentice, you have just fallen in love." ”

Guanhua said: "What you do, how to be at ease." ”

The old monk said: "How to be comfortable if you avoid it." ”

Watching the flowers and meditating silently, the old monk did not bother, and watched with a smile.

Leaning less, Guanhua said: "The disciple has woken up." ”

The old monk did not praise on his lips, but his face was full of satisfaction, and he said: "If you leave the temple today, you will have a harvest." ”

Guanhua said: "Twenty households will be turned into a fate, and chestnut rice will be satisfied." In this way, twenty schools of goodness will be formed to normalize the natural law. When meditating in the mountains, the spirit rabbit will rest and give a helping hand. ”

The old monk said "oh": "I saved a rabbit." Formed a good relationship. ”

Guanhua said: "Relieve the demons in your heart, not close to women." ”

The old monk said: "Why do you say this?" ”

Guanhua said: "When you sit regularly, your heart is demonic, and the woman is tempted, but it doesn't work." ”

The old monk stared at the flowers, and the flowers looked at each other calmly.

After a long time, the old monk said: "You have been a monk since you were a child, and now you are only five years old, and the spirituality in your heart is still there. ”

Guanhua was stunned, and asked: "Master......"

The old monk sighed and said, "That's, there are indeed people." ”

Guanhua said blankly: "Even if there is indeed a person, it is also a demon." ”

The old monk looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed, "Disciple, you should sleep." ”

On the second day, in the bamboo forest of the back mountain, the female corpse was exposed.