Chapter 2 There is a little monk in the west

After the rain, the breeze is clear, and the soil is slightly damp.

This temple has been around for a long time, and it is rumored that an old monk built it himself to live in it. It stands to reason that religious Buddhism should start from the beginning, and there should not be an old monk who goes out of Buddhism alone to open his door.

But the old monk was such a special case, not for no reason, because he was expelled from the Buddhist sect.

When he came out, the old monk took a little monk, and soon the old monk died, so the little monk was left, and then the little monk also accepted apprentices, so from generation to generation, this temple was passed down. It's not which emperor built, nor which place to fund, this old temple has no background, thousands of years of wind and rain, because the people in Fuliu Town under the mountain do not come here to burn incense, the steps at the entrance of this temple have long been covered with moss, although the temple has a special person to sweep, but sweeping the floor after all can not sweep a strong wind, heavy rain again and again. Over time, such a strange temple formed around it, and the temple was as clean as new, and the marble floor was spotless. Outside the temple, it is overgrown with weeds, and there is no trace of the pure land of Buddhism.

In the temple.

A young monk sitting on the steps with a flirtatious expression, and in front of him stood a young monk who practiced boxing with a horse.

"Boy, you practice these tricks all day long, what are you doing?"

The young monk sat on the steps under the eaves of the temple, holding a book in one hand, while looking at the little monk on the side, and said with a hippie smile.

He smiled playfully and was not beaten, purely to make fun of the little monk.

......

It's a pity that the little monk with the horse doesn't look at him at all.

Seeing that the little monk didn't pay attention to him at all, the young monk was not annoyed, and continued to smile and speak:

"You...... You won't expect these fists to beg your daughter-in-law......"

As he said this, he made a shy expression of a dead ghost, and at the same time he gestured an orchid finger with his right hand and beckoned at the little monk.

The little monk still didn't pay attention to him at all, and the young monk belonged to the pure and pure flattering eyes for the monk to see.

......

However, it seems that this young monk talks to people and does not need others to deal with him.

I saw that his face changed, and he pretended to have a serious face, and said:

"That's not good, we are monks, and monks can't please their daughters-in-law. ”

The little monk who had been using the invisible Dafa with his eyes closed heard this, and then he opened his mouth:

"I'm not a monk. ”

"You're a monk. ”

The sound is clean and powerful.

After speaking, he returned to his previous state, and by the way, he sank again.

When the young monk heard this, he became even more energetic:

"What's so bad about being a monk?"

"It's clean, and you don't have to work. ”

"Senior brother, why don't you like to admit that you are a monk. ”

The young monk touched his bald head and began to think seriously about why the junior brother still didn't like to be a monk when he had such a perfect senior brother.

"It stands to reason that it shouldn't, as a senior brother, everyone should rack their brains to be my junior brother. ”

"But when it comes to you, you are so unhappy. ”

......

Then he touched his bald head over and over again, and he was really thinking about this shameless question.

A moment passed, and suddenly the young monk patted his head:

"Got it!

......

"Inferiority complex, isn't it?"

"I don't think I can catch up with me in this life, so I don't think there's hope!"

......

The little monk closed his eyes, and he now wanted to punch this big bald face.

"I understand!"

The young monk said again, and there was really a bit of sadness in his tone...... I feel sad because I think I am too perfect.

Then he changed his tone from sympathy to comfort:

"But don't be upset. ”

"It's not a shame to be able to compare to me, after all, it's me......"

Then he looked at the little monk's eyes, full of encouragement.

The little monk had a black line in his head, and his head was big.

Because the little monk himself knows the temperament of this senior brother, as long as he speaks, no one can stop him.

His master can't do it, and he's even more not.

So the little monk held back his fists, adjusted his breathing, and returned to practicing boxing.

I saw him gently inhale a breath, but did not spit it out, put a breath in his chest, slowly withdrew his hand to his waist, turned his palm into a fist, and at the same time slowly exhaled.

After that, his fists just stopped at his waist, motionless.

The fist shape is steady, but the fist is not strong.

But the little monk didn't punch.

When the little monk practiced boxing, he always only received boxing, not punching.

Then the little monk lost his breath and was as steady as a mountain.

The young monk looked at his junior brother's serious appearance, felt that his enlightenment was effective, his eyes were pleased, the corners of his mouth raised a big smile, and he started his one-person play again.

On the eaves of the temple, there are some raindrops hanging from the rain that has just fallen.

The sun at dusk shines with raindrops, and the little monk who practices boxing seems to be shining.

......

The water droplets on the eaves fell to the ground one by one, and the fist intent overflowing from the little monk's body was put away.

When the fist intent completely dissipated, it was as if the little monk who was motionless in the stone carving finally moved.

He borrowed his left foot as a support, tucked away his right foot, got up, and put away the horse's walking frame.

After standing up straight, he gradually loosened his fist, and finally put his hand in front of his lower abdomen without hurrying or slowing.

The two fists are no more, the left hand is in the palm, the right hand is half a fist, and the half fist is placed in the left palm, and finally presents a strange fist print.

Every day, the little monk's boxing practice ends with this seal.

Look at him again, his straight body has walked out of the eaves.

It was only then that I saw the appearance of this young monk clearly:

He has bright eyes, thick eyebrows, and a high, straight nose.

The little monk's face was a very clean face, as if the sun had just come out, with a faint light. However, the little monk's eyes did not match this whole somewhat holy face, because his eyes were very firm and straight. When someone looks into his eyes, they can know that this must be a person who never gives up and never admits defeat.

He walked out of the eaves with firm steps, as if he had forgotten that there was such a talkative senior brother beside him.

And the young monk on the side didn't seem to see it, still talking to himself.

There is a sunset on the ground, accompanied by a monk holding a book.

When the little monk walked out of the back door of this temple, there was no human figure, Qing stretched his waist, yawned, turned over and jumped on the eaves of the temple, and his voice was leisurely, gently coming from the roof:

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain......"

"In this temple, there are three monks......

"The youngest monk...... Neither is the Buddha who is alive nor dead. ”

It was dusk after the little monk practiced boxing on weekdays, and then the little monk began to run, starting to run before dusk, and finishing his steps when the stars hung in the sky.

It's just that he never walks through the front door.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town, the town is called Fuliu Town, because of this name, so the people in this town prefer willows, and most of the willow trees are planted next to the streets of the town.

Legend has it that this was originally a nameless town, a long, long time ago there was a woman who came to live here, this woman has many admirers, including a rich businessman who already has a wife, so they all lived like this, generation after generation, time passed, the name of the beauty was also passed in a variety of ways, and later people simply named it Fuliu Town, in order to commemorate this woman who brought prosperity to this town in a sense.

So the small temple on the mountain and the town below the mountain lived in peace. Millennium, 100 years.

But it is really strange that such an isolated temple has been in such a place for thousands of years, and there has not been a single mountain bandit rebellion, nor has I heard of a lecture by a high monk. The people in Fuliu Town under the mountain only know that the people inside are all monks, where they came from, but no one knows what Fanchen did before. It was every evening at dusk when I saw a small bald head running down the mountain, running to the official road at the entrance of Fuliu Town at the bottom of the mountain, and then turned around and ran back.

A small number of people at the foot of the mountain also know that the temple on the mountain is far from the town under the mountain.

Two hundred and sixty miles.

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In the temple on the mountain, in the temple hall.

In the main hall of the temple, there is an old monk with a black beard and an old monk with a white beard sitting on a futon.

The black-bearded old monk has black eyebrows and black robes, and the white-bearded old monk has white eyebrows and gray robes.

And in the main hall, there is no Buddha.

"Do you really want that kid to go out with someone else? Are you willing to bring him to such an age when he's old? If something happens, you can't beat yourself to death with one slap?"

The black-bearded old monk glared at the white-bearded old monk with an angry face, and asked three questions in a row.

Before he could answer, he added another question.

"Besides, the person's origin is unknown, so you are so relieved?"

"Okay, okay, he hasn't even gone out yet, I think you're already trying to slap me to death. ”

The white-eyed old monk seemed unmoved, but in fact he pretended to be calm.

"This little guy is not the same as his senior brother, just our big apprentice, one mouth can annoy people to death. And this misery ......," said the white-bearded old monk, who seemed to have a headache here, and continued:

"Besides, our temple is too small, at least for him, so I'm going to let him go out and have a look, it's definitely not a bad thing. ”

The white-eyed old monk touched his beard, did not answer all the questions of his junior brother, and said:

"As for the person who takes him out, don't worry. If you still can't believe it, you can give him a try. ”

The white-bearded old monk was a little emotional, and after saying this, the old monk paused again, looked at the empty hall, and then slowly spoke, but his tone suddenly changed and became proud:

"What's more, my little disciple is young, but this ability is ......," the white-robed old monk said here, and the smile in his eyes was even stronger. So he didn't say anything further, just raised his head and looked at the top of the hall with a smile.

The black-robed monk sighed, although the anger in his eyes was much lighter, but his words were still not good:

"If anything happens to the suffering, I'll fight with you. ”

After speaking, he stood up and walked outside the main hall.

Leaving the white-eyed old monk crying and laughing in the hall.