Chapter 8 Lighting the Lamp

In the temple on the hill, on the eaves of the temple.

Xu Yuanxi was lying on the roof of the temple with his arms leaning, he crossed Erlang's legs, his expression was leisurely, and he opened his mouth lightly just listening to him:

"One, two, three......" The sound is choppy and may be counting the stars.

"Senior brother, why don't you sleep today, you usually sleep like a pig at this hour, come, give senior brother a joy." The young monk said with a smile as he looked at the suffering.

"I'm not your junior brother. The little monk crossed his legs, and he didn't like to take care of him as a senior brother at all.

"Okay, Xingxing, it's not my junior brother, then I'm your junior brother, or I'll give you a pleasure?" the young monk said in a tone that was not beaten. 、

The little monk was even more straightforward this time, without saying a word, and directly closed his eyes.

"Senior brother, you are really, just our relationship, I am handsome, doesn't that give you a long face?

"Honestly, do you have a girl you like? Do you think you don't have the looks of my senior brother, so you are not worthy of other girls?"

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The young monk's words are endless, and whenever he talks to someone, he doesn't really need anyone to answer his words, because as long as he wants to say it, he can say it all the time.

The name of the little monk is suffering, which is the name given by the white-robed old monk. The little monk was picked up by the old monk.

Many years ago, the old monk went out once. That year, the weather was very cold, and when the old monk walked by the frozen river in the mountains, he saw the suffering, and he was put on the ice, and the little suffering was not crying, but babbling in his mouth. The old monk heard the movement and walked over to look at the little fellow.

The little guy is not afraid of life, his eyes are like gems, his little cheeks are fleshy, and one hand is in his mouth. The old monk looked at the cute little suffering, and he couldn't figure out why such a cute child was thrown here. He picked up the little guy, and the little suffering didn't cry, but stared at the old monk with big black eyes, and his mouth was still babbling, and saliva flowed out of his mouth.

In the depths of winter, although it is not snowing, it is colder than snow.

The old monk took off his thin robe and covered it on Xiao Suffering while holding Xiao Suffering, and helped Xiao Suffering dry his saliva. He took out his old but neat scarf from his bag and put it under the neck of Little Suffering. The little sufferer's neck was itching, so he giggled.

The old monk is stepping on the ground all the way, never using any substitution, when he walks, when he comes back, the old monk is afraid of the cold snow and snow on the way, freezing the small suffering, so he has already planned to sell the Buddhist beads and scriptures on his body, change some thick clothes to the little suffering or change a donkey to hurry back. But on the way, the old monk found that as long as he added a little clothes to the little one, the little one would be hot, and the original plan was gone. And the vitality of the little guy is tenacious and scary, basically what to eat, steamed bread or white rice, sometimes there is no one for a few days, the old monk himself is hungry and weak, the little suffering in his arms is still vibrant, and he keeps screaming in his arms.

And the place where the old monk picked up the little suffering is called the Suffering Cliff.

The old monk set off at the beginning of the year, and when he returned to the temple, it was already snowing heavily.

After walking for almost two months, the old and the young returned to the temple.

The old monk returned to the temple with suffering, and when he entered the temple, he saw Xu Yuanxi reading, and Xu Yuanxi also saw the old monk. So he threw the book back in his hand and rushed to the old monk:

"Master, who is this? ”

The old monk smiled and beckoned to him: "Bring you a junior brother." ”

As a result, the suffering that was originally taken care of by one person became taken care of by two people. It was his master who took him all the way back and took care of him all the way, and later came to the temple and one more, it was his senior brother, Xu Yuanxi.

In this way, when the old monk brought back the little tribulation, the tribulation had just been full moon, and the senior brother Xu Yuanxi was eight years old.

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Suffering and Xu Yuanxi are still sitting on the roof. The suffering, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke:

"Why don't you talk to them this time?"

Xu Yuanxi slapped the little monk's bald head:

"It's called Senior Brother. Nothing big or small. Then he touched his bald head.

"Besides, this group of people can't talk about it this time, and they will kill people when they see them. ”

When he said that he would kill someone when he saw him, Xu Yuanxi, who had never been upright, changed his face, not because he was afraid and timid, but more like sadness.

"That's a dozen lives. ”

Suffering only let out a long breath and did not speak, he got up and jumped out of the room.

Suffering got out of the house, walked through the corridor of the pavilion, and down a few long steps along the temple wall, he came to the main hall of the temple, took a lantern, and lit an oil lamp in it.

The lights flickered, but during the day, the light of the oil lamps could not be seen.

Misery found a dead wood branch and picked up the lantern and walked to the door of the temple.

Then the misery sat down.

The sun is shining, there are small Buddhas, lit up.

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He just sat on the steps at the entrance of the temple, waiting for someone.

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An hour later, Qin Yushan, Zhou Lin, and Wang He gradually appeared from the low steps, but the old man Wang Ran disappeared. The figures of the three approached the door of the temple little by little, and the suffering at the door of the temple was resting their hands on their knees sitting cross-legged, their eyes closed, unmoved.

Zhou Lin, who was walking in front, looked at the little monk sitting at the door, with a smile on his face: "Little master, let's worship the Buddha." ”

Suffering does not speak.

Qin Yushan looked at the expressionless suffering, smiled and said:

"Little master, we are here uninvited, and we hope to forgive us. When I was in my hometown, I heard that there was an unknown small temple near Fuliu Town, my father believed in Buddhism for life, and as long as there was something related to Buddhism, as far as the eyes could see, and the ears heard, my father would personally visit to seek the heart of Buddha. However, my father is very old, and when I was young, I ran too much between the Buddhism, and recently my health has become worse and worse, after hearing about the temple of the little master, my father specially instructed me to be sure to visit the Buddha in person, hoping that the little master can make it convenient. ”

A strange smile appeared on Zhou Lin's face, thinking about this Qin Yushan's sanctimonious appearance, it must not be a day or two, in order to enter the door, he talked such nonsense, he looked up at the little monk sitting at the door, and already decided that the little monk would eat Qin Yushan's set.

Sure enough, the little monk who had been indifferent moved.

Suffering supported his knees with his hands, slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, lifted the lantern that had been placed beside him, looked up at the three people in front of him, and said slowly:

"We have no Buddha here. ”

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