After the rain, the air is exceptionally refreshing, and the morning sun divides the stone brick courtyard in front of the meditation room into two colors: warm orange and cold purple.

In the slightly cold tones, the pear blossoms are falling, the birds are chirping, and the closed meditation room slowly opens a crack, making an uncomfortable squeak.

"Zen master. Wearing a gray monk's robe did not reduce Li Qing's color, and his skin was indeed handsome and a little jealous.

"Xiao Liu'er?" the old monk sneakily stuck out his head, looked at Li Qing, who was sweeping the pear blossoms all over the ground with a broom, and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Li Qing's movements did not stop, and an indifferent voice came out, "What can I do?"

"It's okay, it's okay. The old monk retracted his head from the crack in the door, and after a while, he opened the door generously, with a peaceful demeanor, and walked out without hurrying, but he looked like a monk.

"Xiao Liu'er, have you cooked any food?"

Li Qing said, "There is still a bowl of porridge left in the pot. ”

When the old monk heard this, his steps were a little brisk, and his white beard floated in the morning breeze, like the color of pear blossoms.

"Zen Master, there was a thief in the temple last night. ”

Li Qing's voice came from behind, the old monk's body stiffened, and he turned around after a while, looking at Li Qing, who was still concentrating on sweeping the pear blossoms, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, "Do you know that you have been robbed?"

Li Qing finally stopped moving, looked at the old monk, and replied, "I know." ”

The old monk suddenly walked over quickly, knocked down on Li Qing's shiny head, pointed at his face, and said angrily, "You know that you have been robbed and don't say that you came to rescue as a teacher, you see, look!"

Li Qing looked carefully, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he wanted to laugh but held back.

I saw the old monk with two black purple circles under his eyes, and the long white beard was obviously cut off with a sharp weapon, and was glued back by the old monk.

The old monk hurriedly squatted down, picked up his beard with a distressed face, and said, "Tell me, I pulled you up with a handful of and urine, am I easy? Seeing me suffer, you actually stood by and watched? You ...... without conscience."

Li Qing squatted down and wanted to help, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was slapped away by the old monk.

"Money and wealth are outside the body, you just give him the money that is hidden. Li Qing still reached out and picked up two white beards from the cracks in the bricks, and said, "Then you don't have to suffer these crimes." ”

"Nonsense, that's the hard-earned money I've saved up so many years ago. The old monk's face was full of resentment.

Li Qing disagreed, "That's the incense money that the believers offer to the Buddha, and if you lose it, you lose it, what's so distressing." ”

"You have no conscience, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, and the money is given to him, so let's drink the northwest wind?"

Li Qing was silent, looking at the old monk's slightly clumsy body, and was inexplicably a little stunned, "Zen master, didn't you say that you are as tall as that mountain? How can you not even take down a little thief?"

The old monk was stunned, stood up, looked at Li Qing's shiny head again, and turned towards the hall, "You haven't practiced for so many years, and I haven't seen you cultivate any famous hall." Just watch a little thief bully your master!"

Li Qing glanced at the old monk's back, shook his head and chuckled, picked up the broom and swept the pear blossoms again.

He hoped that the pear blossom would never fall so that he could sweep it forever.

A little thief did not disrupt the peaceful life of Jinshan Temple, the morning bell and dusk drums, Buddhist sound Zen singing, with the wind chanting, it composed a slightly fresh elegy in the vicissitudes of life.

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Legend has it that 100 years ago, it rained heavily in Jiangzhou overnight, and after a night, there was suddenly a Buddhist temple on the mountainside.

At that time, there was no Tang Dynasty, and it was a troubled time when demons were rampant, so although everyone didn't know what Buddha was at that time, such a miracle was enough to ignite the fanatical belief in the hearts of ordinary people.

Time flies, and while a generation is getting old, it also makes Jinshan Temple take root in Jiangzhou.

Jinshan Temple has its legendary story, but the monks in the temple are indeed just ordinary mortals.

The old monk is gradually getting old, and the little monk can't even take down a little thief.

Therefore, looking at the believers in front of them, the two monks had a little headache.

"Zen Master, you must make a move. ”

The old monk nodded his head, smiled kindly, and calmly comforted the believers.

Looking at the backs of the people going down the mountain, the old monk's face finally drooped, his face was full of sorrow, he reached out and stroked his beard, but accidentally dragged a handful, at this time he couldn't care about being distressed, his eyes looked at Li Qing, "Xiaoliu'er, what do you say this should be?"

Jiangzhou, which has been peaceful for a long time, suddenly made a demon. The idlers in the streets and alleys came and went, and the people were panicked, so these people begged for Jinshan Temple.

Li Qing groaned and did not answer.

When his aura was exposed to heaven and earth, he really became a character like Tang Sanzang. But the difference is that it is only the demon who covets Tang Sanzang, and the one who covets him is not only the demon, but also the immortal Buddha.

He is not ready to be the enemy of the world, so he has been a powerless ordinary man for more than ten years.

The old monk was pacing in the Buddha hall, and the rich incense was filled with it, and it was very quiet.

"Zen Master ......"

"Little Liuer......

The two suddenly opened their mouths at the same time, and the old monk waved his hand to stop Li Qing's words, "Xiao Liu'er, you stay and watch the Buddhist temple, and you want to go out for the teacher." ”

Li Qingdao said, "When will you come back?"

"It should be soon, probably in less than three days. ”

"When are you leaving?"

"I'll leave right away. ”

Li Qing looked at the darkened sky and wanted to say something, but the old monk had already wrapped up the melons and fruits on the Buddha platform and hurriedly went.

Seeing the slightly staggering figure disappearing into the night, Li Qing's heart gushed out an indescribable feeling, and he had a premonition that maybe the quiet days of the morning bell and the twilight drum were coming to an end.

He picked out the ever-bright lamp in front of the Buddha, and looked at the golden Buddha sitting on the lotus platform, the face of the Buddha statue was slightly dim in the dim light.

Li Qing was in the sun, he lifted an oil lamp, protected the small flame flickering in the wind with one hand, and walked towards the dark meditation room.

Buddha, Buddha, what are you, why do so many beings want to be you?

The night completely covered the heavens and the earth, and today's night was extraordinarily dark, with no moon and no stars. In the boundless darkness, there is only a small flame burning persistently, although weak, but holding on to the light.

I used to be a Taoist priest, and now I'm a monk, but I'm still me.

I'm Li Qing, not a Buddha.