There are people chanting in front of the Buddha, and the sound of chanting is accompanied by the knocking of wooden fish, which resounds in the main hall of Xingjiao Temple.

The abbot Mituoshan holds a scroll of scriptures in his hand and stands under the golden body of the Buddha statue to interpret the scriptures for the two disciples.

The homework of Buddhist disciples is always boring. The two brothers who are impure and can't have long been drowsy when they heard it, and they had to cheer up and listen to the endless hypnotic scriptures of Mida Mountain.

As the scriptures slowly closed in the hands of Mida Mountain, the entire hall seemed to have a bright light flashing by. Mituoshan clasped his hands together and said a Buddha name, announcing the end of today's homework.

The beating of the wooden fish also stopped, and the impure and unqualified brothers still sat on the futon, hurriedly lowered their heads, and said politely to the master Mituo Mountain, and the Buddha name was also sounded.

"You two boys, you must be drowsy in my homework again. Mida Mountain's gaze turned and fell on the two beloved disciples.

"Master, we don't. Can't hurriedly raise his head and quibble.

But the senior brother beside him hurriedly reached out with a hand, forcibly pressed it down, and whispered a few words to him.

"Oh, why don't you talk about the impurity, what is the meaning of the 'old poor man'?" Mi Tuoshan's eyes fell down his arm and fell on the impure body, and the corners of his mouth raised a few smiles.

"Makes you talk a lot. He hurriedly withdrew his arm, and could only muttered in a low voice.

But he didn't dare to do more than the rules, so he could only continue to lower his head, the expression on his face was not very real, he struggled for a long time, and finally sighed and chose to give up: "Master, the disciple doesn't know." ”

"Flutter. The one on his side couldn't cover his mouth and snicker abruptly.

The final result is that the two brothers plagiarized the "Elder Poor Son" parable in the temple.

Reading scriptures, copying scriptures, and reciting scriptures are always impure and unsuitable in the Xingjiao Temple, starting from a very young age, until now, the life of the two disciples is always so boring.

There were no other monks in the monastery for a long time, only their senior brothers and Master Midashan.

Leaving two apprentices to stay in the main hall to copy the scriptures, Mida Mountain walked out of the main hall, it was close to evening, he walked to the hall, Mida Mountain is an old monk who can't be idle.

The brothers who remained in the main hall sat on the futon and leaned over the case. Impure is bowing his head and copying the scriptures, but he can't hold his cheeks and enter into reverie.

The news of the imperial capital city has naturally already spread to the temple, which is not far from the imperial capital city, and the people and merchants who have gone south in recent days often come to ask for two bowls of cold water.

Listening to the stories of those passers-by, the imperial capital city at this time is afraid that it will not be able to win this spring.

The Tang Dynasty, which cannot be bathed in the spring breeze, is not a prosperous age. Even, will Datang collapse with this year's spring rain at the beginning of this troubled era.

"If you don't copy the scriptures well, what are you thinking, be careful that Master doesn't give you food at night. Seeing that the junior brother still hadn't started to write, Bujing raised his head and reminded

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I can't turn my head away, but at the age of twelve or thirteen, looking at the impure eyes at this time, there is a bit of a special taste: "Senior brother, you said that if the imperial capital city is not there, will our temple not be there?"

Bujing frowned, his eyes looked at the golden body of the Buddha statue, and thought for a while: "There will always be people who stand up and guard the imperial capital, let's think about this, it's better to think about the evening fast." ”

"But if everybody thinks like we do, wouldn't anyone always stand up?"

He really didn't know how to answer his junior brother's words, and the golden body of the Buddha statue would not answer for him.

I couldn't ask that, so I simply put down the pen and held up my cheeks.

The two monks, one big and one small, just held their cheeks, looked at the golden body of the Buddha statue, and sat quietly on the futon in the main hall.

"Can we help if we go?" said the unclean suddenly.

It seemed that he was a little unexpected, he couldn't first turn his head to look at his senior brother, just turned his head away, and hurriedly turned back, he blinked his eyes, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "Definitely can." ”

"Senior brother said that if we go outside, we will definitely make a name for ourselves like him. I can't remember the broken thoughts I had with them before, and continued to add.

"But Master probably won't let us go. "Impure is not so excited, he pinched the pen and played with it in his hand, but his heart was a little irritable, he was a round older than the can't age, and he thought a lot more thoughtfully.

"Ahh

In the main hall, the golden body of the Buddha statue is still dim, and the lights in the main hall are lit, but it cannot illuminate the entire Buddha statue.

Neither of the two disciples continued to copy the scriptures, and they began to struggle inwardly. They were just two ordinary Buddhist disciples, just two novices who grew up under the wings of the Master.

"Either I'll tell Master later, and if he doesn't agree, we'll sneak out. I couldn't get up from the table, and said to my senior brother very seriously.

Bujing frowned, he stared at the eyes that couldn't, and said slowly: "Master definitely can't agree, if the senior brother goes to say, the master may loosen his mouth, and if we go to say, we will definitely be scolded bloody." ”

At this time, Mi Tuoshan pinched the cloud board, smiled and walked into the main hall, he put his hands on his chest, saw the sad faces of the two disciples, and carefully looked at the paper on the table.

"What's the matter? I can't even calm down my mind now? How can I, a disciple of Buddhism, be disturbed by some mundane things. Mida Mountain only needed to take a look at it to understand what the two disciples were thinking at this time.

The expression on his face became serious, and he stood in front of the two disciples: "My Buddhist disciple, you must not act in vain with killing thoughts, what you think at this time will make you dust to the heart of the Buddha, and the future Buddha Gate Avenue will miss you." ”

"But Master, if Datang is really gone, we won't

There is no Buddha Gate Dao?" can't open his mouth to refute, he is the youngest disciple of Abbot Mida in the temple, and he is also the most beloved disciple.

"There will always be people who stand up, the Tang Dynasty is so big, it's like entering the East China Sea, there are always one or two koi fish that will turn into dragons and soar into the sky. "Mida Mountain is still speaking slowly.

"Then Master, we also want to make koi fish. "I can't say it.

"No, you are still very young, even if you turn into a koi fish, you can't make waves, you will only be buried under other people's waves after all. ”

"Master, the junior brother has obtained the Fa, and he said that if everyone thinks like us, then no one will dare to stand up after all. Bujing got up and saluted to Mida Mountain: "Therefore, I think what my junior brother said is very reasonable, so I will choose to think with him." ”

"I still won't. Midasan shook his head.

"The disciple knew that the master would not let go easily, but the disciple felt the kindness of the master's nurturing, but he could not repay it. Bujing didn't look up, his expression was still not real: "The junior brother is still young, and the master is already old, our Xingjiao Temple can't fall, and the imperial capital city can't fall, so I think we have to have someone to stand up." ”

Bujing paused before continuing: "My Buddha is compassionate, but I won't stand up, so I don't want to be a disciple of Buddhism anymore, but I am still a disciple of the master, and the disciple is willing to guard the imperial capital for the sake of Xingjiao Temple." ”

These words fell on Mida Mountain's ears, so that he had to pant and turn his head and look at the golden body of the Buddha statue before he could slowly calm down.

Without getting an answer from the master, Bujing finally let go of his politeness, walked in front of him, and reached out to pat him on the head: "Master no longer has a senior brother, and there will be no me next, but not without you." ”

"Senior brother, but ......" couldn't say anything more, and finally lowered his head.

There were tears in his eyes: "It must be that I am too young, if I am older, it will definitely be me, not you, not you who are not pure." ”

He didn't call Senior Brother, because in his heart, the impure Senior Brother had become as tall as the Senior Brother, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Do you understand?" Mituoshan's voice became extremely vicissitudes.

"Back to Master's words, the disciple thought very clearly. ”

Bujing walked out of the main hall and walked out of the Xingjiao Temple, and he walked in the direction of the imperial capital as he looked at the back of his senior brother back then.

Back then, he looked at the back of his senior brother, but today, he can't look at his back.

The peaceful Buddhist gate of the Tang Dynasty can't be guarded, so I don't clean it to guard.

(End of chapter)