It's raining.

As soon as he slept until noon, Su Changqing opened his eyes, pushed open the door, and found that the rain was dripping, and there was still rain flowing down the eaves.

There was still some distance to the kitchen, Su Changqing found an umbrella in the room, got dressed and walked directly to the kitchen.

The soil was slightly moistened by the rain, and there were faint ripples in the bluestone pool next to it.

Because it was a rainy day, the leaves did not run around in the yard, but stayed quietly in the bedroom, and the little black cat did not know where to run, presumably hiding in a warm place to keep warm.

Now the rice has grown a lot taller, and even the ears of wheat have grown, and the whole body is crystal green, which looks very pleasing.

When I went to the kitchen, I didn't have much leftovers, and I didn't know how much rice the system could produce.

After cooking the dishes, Su Changqing returned to the bedroom again with a plate of vegetables and three bowls of rice, and an umbrella.

The leaves in the bedroom were still lying lazily on the floor, and their ears stirred a few times from time to time.

"It's time to eat. Su Changqing picked out some vegetables and poured them into one of the bowls of rice and placed them in front of the leaves.

I don't know why, on a rainy day, he is as lazy as a leaf, and he cooks slowly.

The window didn't open, but the door opened some gaps to make it easier for the black cat to enter.

Putting the dish on the desk, Su Changqing listened to the rain outside the window and began to eat.

I'm going to go out grocery shopping in a while.

Su Changqing chewed the green beans, and the silk on the side of the beans had been peeled, so it was a lot more tender when he bit into it.

After eating, Su Changqing counted some change, walked out of the door in a raincoat, and rode a tricycle all the way towards the vegetable market.

Because it was raining, the ground was a little muddy, and Su Changqing rode it, feeling that it had been a rainy day recently, and he always looked like smoke and rain.

It's just that even on a rainy day, there are still a lot of people in the vegetable market, and after buying some vegetables casually, Su Changqing was going to go home, and he rode a bicycle for a while, and when he happened to meet the newly opened teahouse, he couldn't go on again.

This teahouse looks small, and it is connected to the surrounding buildings, and there are only some places to sell food next to it, even if the air is wet with rain, you can still clearly smell the aroma of steamed buns. However, the smell of tea is not so clear and audible.

Putting the vegetables in his hand on the tricycle, Su Changqing took off his raincoat, and the black umbrella was opened with a "bang", showing a beautiful umbrella flower in the smoke and rain.

The rain continued to drip down from the umbrella surface, and when Su Changqing came to the teahouse, he took the umbrella.

There isn't much business in the teahouse, and who would go to these places now.

Glancing around the basically empty tables and chairs, Su Changqing found a position close to the storyteller.

went to the counter and ordered a cup of the cheapest tea, Su Changqing originally wanted to order boiled water, but he felt that in the teahouse, the best thing to drink was tea, which was more worthy of storytelling.

At least that's how he feels.

There was a middle-aged man on the other side of the counter, who looked very kind, and he didn't care when he ordered the cheapest, that is, the worst tea, and still agreed with a smile, Su Changqing glanced at his eyes, but he didn't see the contempt in them.

Back in his seat, Su Changqing listened to the storyteller on the stage, and found that what he was talking about was purely about demons, foxes and ghosts, and his words were convincing, which seemed to be very convincing.

Su Changqing listened and listened, and suddenly noticed that there was a movement of tables and chairs tapping behind him, and when he looked back, he was startled.

I only saw two monks sitting behind him who were very familiar to him!

Su Changqing's eyelids jumped, and he wanted to leave here quickly, but as soon as he thought about it, he suddenly thought of it.

They didn't pursue themselves before, and seeing that the little monk was there, he shouldn't have anything to do, but now he just needs to act as if he doesn't know them.

Su Changqing thought so, but he was a little hesitant, but he didn't have a clue about the merits required by the previous system mall.

Although there are other explanations for this merit outside of religion, that is, merit and virtue, but this virtue is relatively ethereal, so thinking about it, I still feel that this religious merit is more confusing, although he has no clue now.

Thinking so, the tea ordered before was served, and this expert made tea and made tea casually by himself, and took a sip, in comparison, it was obvious who was good and who was inferior.

Su Changqing turned his back to the two monks and took a sip of tea to suppress the shock.

Feeling the warm and fragrant tea in his mouth, Su Changqing thought for a moment, pushed away the chair and stood up, and walked towards the two monks.

At this time, the little monk Yijing was probing his brain around, and in a blink of an eye, he saw an old man who seemed to be a little familiar walking in their direction.

And it seems...... The goal is himself and his brother?

"Senior brother. ”

The little monk shook the arm of the young monk next to him and said, "An old man is coming towards us. ”

Yuan Guang's hand stopped drinking water, and he turned his head to look at the old man who was walking in their direction, and seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He was thinking about it, but he heard an old voice say, "Good morning, little master." ”

Hearing this, Yuanguang reflexively said, "The old man praised it falsely." ”

This old voice was Su Changqing, he smiled and said, "Can I sit with you?"

"Naturally. Yuan Guang didn't care about this.

As he spoke, Yuan Guang raised his eyes to look at Su Changqing, feeling the subtle familiarity before, and his eyes were a little confused.

When Su Changqing said these words, his eyes were staring at the other party's eyes, and when he saw the slight confusion in the other party's eyes, his eyelids jumped.

It wouldn't be that the other party didn't recognize who he was, right?

Thinking about it like this, he felt a faint sense of loss in his heart and the ease of falling stones.

Yuan Guang naturally didn't recognize the other party, but when he saw a layman coming to say hello to him, he naturally wouldn't ignore the other party.

"My surname is Song, and the little master just calls me Song Jushi. Su Changqing reported a fake surname, "I recently read the scriptures, and I have a question in my heart, I don't know if the little master can answer it for me?"

"Song Jushi, please speak. The young monk didn't know that the other party was lying to him, and his expression was a little honest.

The little monk watched the two of them quietly beside him.

"That's the case, why do I do a lot of good deeds, but I don't feel like I have the slightest merit?"

When Yuan Guang heard this, he felt that the other party was testing him, after all, even he couldn't feel the merit, but his master and uncle could feel it at all. How can an ordinary person on the other side feel these ethereal things?

I thought so, but Yuanguang still answered him with all his heart.

He thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if Song Jushi has ever heard such a story." ”

"What's the story?" asked Su Changqing.

Yuan Guang replied, "There is such a story recorded in the Jingde Chuan Lantern Record: 'Emperor Wu of Liang asked Bodhidharma: Since I became emperor, I have built monasteries, copied scriptures, and made offerings to countless monks, what merit do Bodhidharma have? ’”

Su Changqing thought about it and felt that he was somewhat similar to this Emperor Wu of Liang.

He nodded his head to indicate that he had heard the story, and then asked, "Why is that?"

The little monk listened quietly to his senior brother.

Yuan Guang didn't sell Guan Zi either, and replied directly, "Because this true merit is the body that is empty and silent, and does not seek the world." The result of making merit for the sake of merit is only the blessing of human beings, and this kind of good fortune is afflicted, that is, it is not complete. ”

Su Changqing nodded again, indicating that he understood, "Then how can it be considered meritorious?"

This time, Yuanguang did not answer directly, but looked serious, "If the starting point of all good deeds is only to live a better life in this life, then all good deeds will not have any merit, only merit." ”

"Therefore......" Su Changqing took two words, thought thoughtfully for a while, and then said with a smile, "Thank you, little master, for solving your doubts." ”

......

After watching the old man in black leave, the little monk pulled the sleeve of his senior brother, "Senior brother, do you feel that this Song Jushi is very familiar?"

"Hmm. Yuan Guang nodded, his eyes full of doubt.

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After listening to the storyteller on the stage for a few more paragraphs, Su Changqing finished drinking the tea in the cup, took the black umbrella placed next to the chair, and walked out of the teahouse.

It's still a rainy day outside the teahouse, and the obscene rain is very moving, there seems to be smoke in the rain, and the rain curtain makes people can't really see the opposite scene.

Su Changqing rode a tricycle and drove on a dirt road, the ground was full of earth-colored water, and when he was run over by the wheels, he threw away a few small brown and yellow splashes.

In fact, what the little monk said was so complicated, and the most important sentence was the last sentence he said: If the starting point of all good deeds is only to live a better life in this life, then all good deeds will not have any merit, only merit.

On the other hand, it is to keep one's own mind and not deliberately pursue any state or result to do good deeds, which to put it more simply, when doing good deeds, you forget that you are doing good deeds.

But that's easier said than done!

Su Changqing sighed secretly, as if he still had the faint bitterness of the tea in his mouth and the strange things that surrounded the storyteller.

Although he already knew how to obtain merit, Su Changqing was still worried.

With a sigh, he headed for the way up the mountain.

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