Half a month later, at the mountain gate of Songding Temple, a small novice stood in front of the temple gate of Songding Temple with a wooden box on his back.

Looking at the slightly dilapidated mountain gate of Songding Temple, Mingxin wiped the sweat on his face and showed a smile.

Songding Temple is not a big temple, and there is no way to compare it with the previous Negative Yin Temple, but it is not much different from the temple that Bai Hao practiced before, except for one host, there are only two disciples left.

Therefore, when they heard Mingxin's request to practice in the temple, the two little monks showed great kindness, and after inviting Bai Hao into the living room, they happily ran to the host.

The presiding officer of the mountaintop temple is slightly older, his beard is white, his eyebrows are kind, and there are eight ring scars on the top of his head, indicating that the presiding officer has a very high cultivation.

When the host came into the living room, he first made a joke and said with a slight smile: "Mingxin Xiaoyou, the poor monk is polite." ”

Mingxin also hurriedly stood up and returned the head, "The little monk has seen the host." ”

After the two sides saw each other, Mingxin expressed his intention, and the host of the mountaintop temple first recited the Sutra of Death for the old monk, and then carefully looked at Bai Hao, with a satisfied look in his eyes, and at the same time took the letter handed over by Mingxin and opened it.

The breeze gently rolled up and blew through the hall door, and the little monk next to him looked at the slightly gloomy weather outside the window, and whispered, "The wind is blowing." ”

At this time, the host of the mountaintop temple finally finished reading the old monk's letter, looked out the window, and sighed quietly, "The wind is blowing!"

Then the host turned his head to look at Mingxin, his eyes were full of regret, "Mingxin Xiaoyou, I'm afraid Songding Temple can't take you in, please forgive me." ”

Hearing the words of the host of Songding Temple, Mingxin's expression was obviously stunned, and the two little novices behind the host were also stunned, looking at the host's demeanor, Mingxin nodded, and made a joke again, "In this case, Mingxin has a lot of trouble, please forgive me!"

After saying this, Mingxin walked down the mountain with the wooden box behind him, and the voice of the host came from behind him.

"Let's go down to the west of the mountain for a hundred miles, there is a mountain mud temple, you can go there and ask. ”

Hearing this, Mingxin paused, turned around and made a mockery.

It was getting late, and although the mud temple was only a hundred miles away, it would take two days to hike Mingxin, and it seemed that today it was time to find a place to rest.

Fortunately, there is a mountain temple not far away, although the temple is small, and it is in disrepair, some dilapidated, but it is also a place to stay, and the dark clouds in the sky are rolling, the thunder is continuous, and it looks like a storm is coming.

Entering the temple, Bai Hao cleaned the temple, swept away some sundries, and then sat on the ground, took out the dry food obtained from today's fate and ate it silently.

At this moment, with a clear recitation, a figure entered the temple.

This person was wearing a white Confucian robe, a scholar's crown, and a scholar behind him, but he was a scholar who traveled to study.

The young scholar entered the house, but he also discovered the existence of Mingxin.

I saw that this scholar smiled slightly, quite a little familiar, sat down next to Mingxin nearby, and asked with a smile: "Little monk, you have entered the wrong temple, this is a mountain temple, not a temple." ”

Mingxin opened his eyes and looked at the scholar in front of him, "It's not wrong, I entered the mountain temple." ”

"Then why did you enter this mountain temple instead of going to your temple to recite the scriptures? ”

"I lost my place to practice, so I had to go to the mountain temple to seek shelter for the night. ”

So you can't be a monk now, that's right, what's the good thing about being a monk, chanting scriptures all day long, I see that you have clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, it's better to be a scholar with me, read and learn calligraphy, and participate in the imperial examination in the future, so as to ask for an official and a half-job. ”

Mingxin shook his head, "The little monk has long been accustomed to the company of the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, and it is really difficult to be a scholar to be a scholar, and the little monk is not good at learning, if he really participates in the imperial examination, it will be in vain to make people laugh." ”

When the scholar heard Mingxin's words, he seemed to suddenly become interested, and laughed, "You monk, you have a few meanings when you speak, but you really can't do this monk today." ”

As he spoke, he saw the scholar clapping his hands, and suddenly he only heard the sound of neat armor outside, a group of troops was already lined up in front of the mountain temple, and a eunuch bowed down and trotted into the mountain temple, came to the scholar, and said flatteringly: "Prince, what is the matter with you?"

The scholar just waved his hand, ignored him, but looked at Mingxin and said: "Little monk, you have also seen, I am actually the prince of the dynasty, here today, I have a few questions to ask you, the answer is good, I have my own reward with you, if you don't answer well, I'm afraid you can't do it as a monk." ”

"Donor, may I ask?" Mingxin slowly raised his head, his eyes were clear, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"Okay, the first question, I promise you glory and wealth, and you will become an official in the court, are you willing to put down the Buddha scroll in your hand?"

"No. ”

"Why don't you want to be an official or a ruling party, or plan the world, make a living for all sentient beings, and seek benefits for the world, but it has been bad. ”

"Naturally it's not bad. ”

"Then why don't you. ”

"The little monk is shallow in learning, and the scientific examination is still difficult, not to mention being an official, and the little monk worships the Buddha and recites the scriptures, but also seeks happiness for all beings in the world. ”

"Worshipping the Buddha for blessings, false but not real, what is the benefit of the people in the world?"

"What the official asks for is the blessing of life, and what the little monk asks is the blessing of the heart, how can the two be more important. ”

"Okay, then, listen to my second question, I promise you a hundred acres of fertile land, self-cultivation and self-drinking, no taxes, no fraud, are you willing to put down the scriptures in your hand?"

"No. ”

"Why don't you want to? 100 acres of fertile land, self-sufficient, out of the world, like a paradise, no flies and dogs, how can it be bad?"

"Although the good land is good, it is far from what the little monk wants, and it is not what the little monk asks, so he is unwilling. ”

"That being the case, I have a third question, I promise you a skill, the world's skilled craftsmen, you can choose, not only worry-free food and clothing, but also respected, are you willing?"

"No. ”

"Why not?"

"Sticking to one thing, although it is the true way, but it is not my way, so I don't want to. ”

"Very good, fourth question, I will allow you to pass through the merchants, and there will be no obstacles in all directions, and you are willing to put down the scriptures in your hands. ”

"No. ”

"Why not?"

"The way of businessmen is not something that young monks are good at, and if you recite the scriptures, you can still ask for blessings for the world. ”

Hearing Mingxin's answer, the prince smiled, but suddenly he was furious, and scolded sharply: "You monk, this is not good, then I don't want to, let me ask you, where did the dry food in your hand come from?"

"Dry food is obtained by the little monk's fate. ”

"I advise you to be self-reliant, but you don't listen, like people like you, what's the use of people in the world?"

In the face of the prince's fierce reprimand, Mingxin was not afraid, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter in the night, looking at the prince and saying seriously: "The little monk turns his fate and dispels the depression in his heart for others, how can he talk about the food that comes to him? ”

"The little monk is just a person who is outside, participating in meditation and reciting scriptures, and what he asks is only confused by his own body, why do people in the world need me to be useful?"