In Jishi Temple, the bell for the end of the evening class had just rang, and there was an uninvited guest in the Zen room of the abbot of Huijue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old abbot, who had been on the sickbed for many years, opened his dim eyes, and after looking at the future for a long time, a smile of surprise gradually appeared on his old and withered face. He trembled and lifted the quilt from his body and slowly sat up from the bed.

The visitor hurried to the bed, took a pillow and put it behind the old abbot's back, so that his body could rest comfortably on the head of the bed, and then carefully put the quilt back on his lap. After doing this, the man took two steps back, bowed to the old abbot on the bed, and said solemnly: "Master abbot, Han Bing has come to ask you for his guilt!"

Abbot Huijue smiled kindly, "Amitabha, after 12 years of separation, the little benefactor has grown into an extraordinary young man, which is really very comforting to Lao Na's heart! ”

Han Bing still stood solemnly, lowered his head and said: "On that day, in order to save the family, I let people set fire to the temple and burned down several Zen rooms, which inevitably injured some innocent monks, and the death of the three monks who protected the temple was also caused by the next hand. Even if the abbot master Bodhisattva can't bear to be responsible, he has always felt guilty in his heart!"

Abbot Huijue's face was still kind, "Amitabha, good and evil cause and effect are all determined by heaven, not the fault of the little benefactor." Although Jishi Temple is a temple to protect the country, it is involved in secular affairs, and it is already difficult to escape. Little donors don't have to worry about this!"

"Yes. Han Bing bowed solemnly again, and then stood there with his head down, and said no more.

Seeing his restrained appearance, Abbot Huijue couldn't help but smile slightly, "Since the sin of cold ice has been invited, should Yu'er also come out to meet Lao Na?"

Han Bing raised his head suddenly, his star eyes shining with joy blinked, and he suddenly smiled mischievously, and said, "Actually, Yu'er is here to listen to the master's story today." After speaking, he unceremoniously sat down cross-legged in front of Abbot Huijue's bed,

Abbot Huijue suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, and deliberately shook his head and said: "You kid has always been naughty, and you have always pestered me to tell you stories, and as a result, you have taken away all the secrets that Lao Na knows!"

It seems that he has long been accustomed to the abbot of Huijue calling him by this kind of vulgar title, Han Bing just grinned and said: "Although the master's story is wonderful, the meaning is extremely profound, if you want to listen to the little monks in this temple, I am afraid that no one can understand it." It's rare to meet such a good listener as me, so don't hang my appetite anymore!"

Abbot Huijue's eyes flashed with a touch of love, and he said with a smile: "It's really rare to see your child today, so I'll tell you another story." ”

"Master, yesterday I heard a story about Ling Tian, the king of Zhenbei, and Princess Qingping, but I always felt that the story was incomplete, do you know what the missing part is?"

Abbot Huijue looked at Han Bing, "It's not that part of the story has been missed, but almost no one knows about it. ”

Hearing this, Han Bing didn't ask any more questions, but just continued to sit there, looking at Abbot Huijue with a blank eye.

Abbot Huijue was a little helpless by his familiar eyes, and finally asked: "The person who told you this story, but Meng Jinghong?"

Han Bing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "It turns out that Master, you are still hanging my appetite! No, you are a Buddha, not a human being!"

Abbot Huijue was teased by this naughty boy, and couldn't help laughing and coughing, Han Bing hurriedly stepped forward, helped him stroke his chest and beat his back, and said in a very serious manner: "Amitabha, sin!

The strangest thing is that the voice and intonation of his voice actually sound exactly the same as the first Master Huinian of the Four Great Divine Monks!

Abbot Huijue was surprised, but he couldn't help but laugh even harder. Han Bing waited for him to stop coughing, then sat back down and looked at him with a grin.

"You kid--why did you learn the voice of Senior Brother Huinian so vividly?"

Han Bing blinked his eyes and smiled proudly, "I also learned this skill yesterday from the old man Meng who told me the story. He taught me how to hold my breath and make a woman's voice. Later, I began to think that maybe I could change the position of the exhalation voice to change the sound of a different sound, and after trying it a few times, I really found the trick. Now don't say it's the voice of Master Huinian, even the bell that has just rang, I can still learn it, don't believe me, I'll try it for you-"

He was about to open his mouth to show off, but Abbot Huijue stopped him with a smile and waved his hand, "You foolish child! If a bell comes from me at this hour, the monks of the whole temple will mistakenly think that the old man has passed away!"

Han Bing couldn't help but stick out his tongue when he heard this, and then begged again: "Master, don't tease me, tell me a story quickly!"

Abbot Huijue looked at Han Bing's anxious appearance, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he told him a story many years ago. After every evening class in the monastery, he would sneak into his meditation room and beg him to tell him a story. If he refuses to speak, he will show the same expression as he does now, until he relents and speaks. After listening to the story, he would go back to his room with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Yu'er, come here. ”

Han Bing heard Abbot Huijue call himself over again as before, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, got up and walked to the old abbot's bed, and sat down against the wall next to his bed as before, and put his head slightly on the side of the bed.

Abbot Huijue reached out and stroked Han Bing's head, a sentimental smile appeared on his lips, "After so many years, you are finally back!"

A trace of tears flashed in Han Bing's eyes, "Master, I'm back—"

"After learning that you were taken away by Gonggong Zheng, my heart died, and I thought that you would never come back—" As he spoke, Abbot Huijue's eyes unconsciously shed tears.

Han Bing silently held the old abbot's dry and weak hand, and he also felt a sour feeling in his heart.

"It seems that you are indeed destined for me, child. Abbot Huijue patted Han Bing's hand with his other hand, "I remember that when you first came to me, you were still injured, and when you saw me lying on the couch and not moving, you poured a bowl of water from the table for me to drink." At that time, I naturally knew where you came from, and I knew what had just happened to you. But from your eyes, I don't see any sadness and despair, let alone any hatred and anger, all I see is your heartfelt concern for a sick and frail old man. From that moment on, I secretly made a decision that you would be my successor. ”

"Heir?" Han Bing turned his head to look at Abbot Huijue in surprise, and couldn't help but touch his head, and asked with a smile, "Master, do you want me to become a monk?"