Yu Jin said that she and Xiao Wu are friends, and it is not all a joke, Yu Jin thinks Xiao Wu is good, and the relationship is like this, it happened without any warning, it is completely unconsciously controlled, and no one can say clearly.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing, the bad thing is naturally needless to say, the composition of the world needs rules, once there is no rules, the world will be chaotic, and all kinds of problems will arise.

There doesn't seem to be too much reason for good things, existence is good, many good results are accidental accidents, if it is planned, there will not be so many beautiful things.

Whether it is good or bad, it is within the scope of the Tao, without the Tao there is nothing, what the Tao is, what is the manifestation of the Tao, no one can really say clearly.

From the moment I walked on the avenue, my heart was inexplicably restless, much more powerful than listening to the master's explanation of the scriptures, in the Buddha's view, people are spiritual creatures, they can always inadvertently make a certain reaction to someone or something, I feel that something is going to happen.

The town soon appeared before my eyes, a cage surrounded on all sides by high walls, a place where people could be imprisoned, a home that everyone longed for. I'm starting to get confused, we're living the life we yearn for in the cage we've made, and there's something wrong with that, and unfortunately I don't know what it is.

The town was much bigger than the one I had come down a few years ago, with more buzz, more hustle, more men and women yelling, more pork. I was surprised that when I saw pork this time, my heart was as calm as a lake without water, and there was no shadow of a wave at all.

I still stopped in front of the stall, looking at the dead body in a daze, and the first impression that appeared in my mind was that it was a butterfly, which surprised me a lot, and at the same time produced another vague but real scene: butterflies flying in the sky, fat pigs slowly chasing underground.

It was only after a long time that I realized what a beautiful picture this was, more beautiful than a twisted smile, but the Buddha had always understood Bodhi, and I began to care about my troubles. So this impression only existed for a moment and then disappeared without a trace, and no trace was ever found.

The man who sold meat still looked straight at me, but he no longer made a hurry, his eyes were full of inexplicable laughter, and he whispered to another person: "A monk is actually in a daze at pork, looking at him must be a wine and meat monk" After saying this, the two began to laugh unscrupulously. I saluted them and turned to leave.

Master once told me a story: once upon a time, two people were farming together, and I don't know what was going on, the first person had nine out of ten years of harvest, while the second person had only one or two good harvests out of ten years, and this year it was harvest season, and the second person had a better harvest than the first person, so they started laughing at the first person.

This is the end of the story, after the first time the master told me how I felt, I said that the second person was really stupid, didn't it give the first person a reason to laugh at him for eight or nine years, and the master did not speak. The second time Master told the story and asked me the same question, I thought for a moment and said, "The first person is so pitiful and doesn't know anything. ”

The Master still didn't say anything, and when the Master told me the story again for the third time and asked me, I didn't know what to say, I shook my head, and the Master said the Buddha's name: Floating no matter the spring and autumn, the ignorant, the blind don't know the elephant, the Buddha doesn't have to be blessed or bad, he knows it, and the biggest regret in the world is to doubt the right thing with his own mistakes.

Karma is known to everyone who does not know. There was a small temple in the middle of the market, and I could see that the incense was still very strong, so I went in to eat.

There is only one old monk in the temple, I salute the old monk, the old monk is busy returning the salute to me, I made clear my intention, the old monk took out his leftovers for me, the monks never care about the quality of the food, although the truth is not like this, but since the Buddha said, we have to do it.

After the old monk gave him a meal, he hurriedly returned to the back of the incense case and signed for the pilgrims. I didn't know that a monk still had such a job, so I couldn't help but look at it.

Soon I found out that no matter what lot the pilgrim draws, the monk only says four words: Bad karma has been done and regrets it is too late, there is joy in life tonight, good causes and good results are good results, and every day before the disaster is a gift of fate.

I thought it was very interesting, so I took a closer look, and every pilgrim would always be in a daze thoughtfully when he heard this passage, bowed respectfully to the monk, and walked away silently.

When it was all over, I walked up to the monk and asked why this was the case. The monk smiled and said, "I'm just telling them that many things are predestined, and all they can do is not to put their worries in the interval of enjoyment."

My heart shook suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind in an instant and quickly disappeared, I thought I should have thought of something, but what did I think of?

After I came back to my senses, there was only me and a Buddha statue left in the hall, and he was still sitting on the lotus throne with kind eyes, enjoying the offerings of the people, looking at all beings with an absolutely condescending attitude, and we don't know what he was thinking in his heart, because we were not him, and he should know what we were thinking in his heart, because he was a Buddha, so why was my heart so confused.

At noon, I left the monastery without telling the old monk that for the monks there is a home everywhere, everyone is a bodhisattva, and I want to continue my practice and realize my life. In the following days, I walked up and took my hand, this is a long-lost intimacy, and my heart suddenly regained a rare calm, warmth.

Before I could talk to me, my brother was called out, so he placed me at a table and told Xiao Er to serve me a good cup of tea.

My brother's tea is much more fragrant than what I brought out, and my nose is full of its taste, just like the dishes my brother used to make, but my nose suddenly became angry, and I actually derived a kind of disgust, which began to flow slowly into my heart from my nose, and then spread throughout my body, filling my stomach.

The senior brother glanced back at me, and a knowing smile spread across his face. The business of the teahouse is very good, and the individuals who come and go have not stopped for a moment, they may be dignitaries, or they may be literati, as long as they come to the teahouse, except for the difference between upstairs and downstairs, almost everyone will shout in the same tone, "The boss comes to pot good tea"

After that, he walked straight to the seat he saw, waited quietly, and at the moment when Xiao Er brought the tea, his face was full of inexplicable smiles. Master said that tea is a very profound thing like Zen, it is different in itself, different for all kinds of people who understand it, and naturally different for individuals, but one thing is the same: Zen is mostly reserved for those who don't understand, and tea is mostly reserved for those who don't need it.

Senior brother's teahouse is overflowing with the fragrance of tea, and the fragrance of tea dilutes the taste of the world, and I want to ask senior brother to give me a cup. My brother led me to a hut and stopped, which was made of thatch, and it was quite different from the red bricks and green tiles next to it.

But the moment I saw it, I was really excited again, and I once again felt that I was a mortal, a most ordinary mortal.

My brother opened the door and let me in, there was a candle lit in the house, the main hall was a Buddha statue, in front of the Buddha statue was a coffee table, on which were placed two teacups, there was a chair on each side of the coffee table, and two futons were placed directly under the chair. My brother walked to the futon and knelt down, bowed to the Buddha statue, stood up and motioned for me to bow.

The Buddha statue is to me like a fool to a wise man, and I never understand what he is thinking. By the time I finished my salute, my brother had filled two cups of tea, still so fresh, still so sweet.

My brother and I sat on the chairs and raised our teacups at the same time, smiled at each other, and tasted slowly, while the Buddha smiled quietly behind him. The senior brother asked me how my master was doing lately, how the uncles were.

I answered them all, and when I asked why I came out, I didn't know what to say. I don't know why I came out, and I forgot the reason that Master explained.

Now I even began to wonder if I should come out, I felt that what I could bear was completely different from what I had thought before, I didn't know if I was not suitable to be a monk, and I had the idea of not returning to the temple in many inadvertent ways.

My heart is gradually entering the devil's path, and what is even more terrifying is that I am slowly enjoying this feeling. The senior brother told me a lot of things after he left the temple, it was a rich experience, but also a psychological process, and it was still very difficult from the self-deprecating face of the senior brother.

The senior brother said that he was very confused when he came out, he didn't know what he should do, and he didn't know what he could do, he had been a cook, although he only cooked vegetarian dishes, but he really couldn't get used to seeing the scene of living beings being killed, and he warned himself that he was already in the world, and he should follow the rules of the world.

Senior brother sat opposite me in a daze, senior brother is the same as me in the past half a year, we are wandering between monks and ordinary people, and our hearts have begun to become erratic under the two impacts. Even though I know that I am a monk and that a monk is still a mortal, I still can't avoid a sadness that is mixed between the two, a test, a test that we give ourselves.

The senior brother made me a pot of tea, poured a large cup of it, and the fragrance of tea gradually spread all over the house, this is the taste of the heart, the familiar fragrance. My brother asked how it tasted, and I smiled and didn't know what to say.

The senior brother also smiled and said that it is good that there is such a thing as tea, or he doesn't know how to live in this earthly world, there are many kinds of tea, and there are many kinds of tea fragrances, each of which is a unique taste, and there is no sin in tea, just