The middle-aged stall owner saw the round monk's sad face, thinking that the round monk was not happy, so he blamed his own kid for being open-mouthed, which angered Mr., and couldn't help frowning.

He was already tormented by the fact that his son was going to school, and now finally a gentleman was willing to point out to him, and this ignorant doll didn't know how to please Mr. Instead, he asked such a stupid question.

The middle-aged stall owner was a little anxious, so he raised his hand and gently slapped him on the back of the head, telling him not to talk nonsense.

The little boy was beaten with a sigh of grievance, and he was crying, not understanding why his father beat him.

The middle-aged stall owner didn't care about the grievances of his little baby, and hurriedly complained to the round monk: "Zen master is not strange, children are ignorant, children are unscrupulous, and children are unscrupulous!"

The round monk has a plain temperament, and there is no fiery pyrotechnics in his temper.

He looked at the little boy's big tears bubbling out, and saw him carved jade bricks in powder again, looking pleasing to the eye, for some reason, he thought of Miss Axiu for a while.

The first time he met Miss Ah Xiu, she was playing with a child who had opened the door and came out to get live fish, and she was very happy.

At that time, he hid from afar, watching her happy appearance, his heart was calm, without any waves, and he never thought that that the woman, one day, would plunge into his heart and never get out again.

Even, she squeezed out the original position of the Buddha in his heart.

The round monk knew that Miss Ah Xiu was very fond of children.

So, he didn't blame the little boy.

Just as the first sentence of the opening sentence of the "Three Character Classic" that he read in his mouth, "At the beginning of man, nature is good." ”

The little boy didn't mean to make fun of him, but he was too young to understand anything, so he asked such a question.

What he should do is not to rebuke him, but to teach him.

"Amitabha. ”

The round monk's palm touched the top of the little boy's head, circled it a few times, and touched the back of his head.

"Donor, it's okay! You shouldn't hit the child!"

The round monk said to the middle-aged stall owner.

In fact, there is no need for the round monk to say that the middle-aged stall owner regretted it the moment he finished playing.

He was in a hurry just now, he just thought that this kid was naughty and deliberately made fun of Mr., but then he thought about it, his little baby was only four or five years old, and he didn't know about the wheat, the peony didn't know, and he didn't know about the monks and nuns, which was also normal.

Moreover, after all, this is his own child, how can he not feel distressed, hit the child's body, and hurt the parents' heart.

At that moment, the middle-aged stall owner stepped forward and gently touched the little boy's little brain and comforted him.

The little boy saw his father's big hand come forward to comfort him, and then slowly stopped his tears.

It's just that after this incident, the little boy became a little afraid of the round monk, and regarded him as a more powerful and stern character than his father.

Father had to listen to him just now, and he was naturally better than his father.

He was a little afraid of him.

The round monk saw the fear in the little boy's eyes, and he was a little helpless for a while.

In teaching and learning, teachers do not need to be superior, and students do not need to be submissive.

The round monk preferred the little boy to treat him as a playmate of the same age rather than a high-ranking teacher.

In order to ease the little boy's mood, the round monk grinned, revealing a smiling face.

If he has a bigger belly and longer ears, he is a Maitreya Buddha.

He looked at the little boy's dark and shining eyes, pointed to the "Three Character Classic" in his hand, and asked, "Can't read it?"

"Hmm. ”

The little boy nodded sheepishly.

"Have you studied?"

"Learn ...... I learned a little, I learned for an hour, Ah Jun learned, I ...... I didn't learn. ”

The little boy nodded sheepishly again.

Ah Jun is his playmate.

They often play together and chat together.

That day, a teacher came and taught them for an hour, and Ah Jun could memorize a lot, but he couldn't read a word.

"Think you're stupid?"

"Hmm...... Well. ”

Although the little boy was a little unwilling and didn't want to admit that he was stupider than the hated Ah Jun, he finally nodded honestly.

He doesn't lie much.

The round monk looked at the little boy with another look of tears, but shook his head.

The middle-aged stall owner and the little boy only thought that he was a little disappointed, but the round monk said: "What does it matter if you are stupid or not, smart or not?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand, palm up, to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.

In mid-air, some snowflakes swirled in the whistling of the cold wind and avoided his palm, while one piece landed right in his palm.

The snowflake, due to the temperature of the round monk's palm, quickly turned into a puddle of snow.

The other snowflakes fell to the ground one after another, stacked layer by layer, and piled up into a thick layer of snow.

The round monk said: "You see, this snowflake only happened to fall into my hands and turned into snow water, let's call it smart, and the other snowflakes, they will melt and turn into snow water in the spring of the next year, and we like to call it stupid." ”

"But what's the difference?"

The round monk shook his head and asked himself: "No, they are not different, the final outcome of the snow water is just to flow into the river and into the ocean." ”

"Stupidity and cleverness are just the order of the ending, and it doesn't matter. ”

The little boy shook his head, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what the round monk was talking about.

The middle-aged stall owner is not confused, but he is also full of doubts.

The words of the round monk made him dizzy, and he was stunned for a while, and he didn't understand it.

Smart is smart, stupid is stupid, how can it not matter?

Could it be that you have to wait until you are seventy or eighty years old to be admitted to the lifting of people?

The round monk looked at the identical, question-marked, expressions of their father and son, and knew that he had committed the mistake of their Great Compassion Temple, which always liked to talk about obscure truths.

So I stopped here and didn't talk about it.

He took the open "Three Character Classic" in the little boy's hand, closed it for him, and then put it back in his palm.

Sometimes, books don't need to be opened.

He asked the little boy, "Do you know how to honor your parents and your teachers?"

There was finally a glimmer of light in the little boy's somewhat inferior eyes.

"Hmm. ”

He nodded very hard and proudly.

"What about Jun?"

He ...... He is skinnier than me, his aunt asked him to help with things, he didn't take it, I will take it, I don't dare to steal my father's and aunt's money, because it is all hard-earned, but he dares. ”

He looked at the round monk longingly, he knew that he was better than Ah Jun, and he had always felt that he was better than him.

But Daddy and Auntie don't think so, what's the use of being good, Ah Jun is smarter than him after all, he has already entered the school, and he has learned more than half of the "Three Character Classic", and he will definitely be better than himself in the future.

And he forgot to put down the book, and he couldn't recite the sentence "Zhihu also".

He needs to be recognized so much.

The round monk looked at the little boy's expectant and longing eyes, and did not disappoint him.

He said: "In this way, since you know how to honor your parents and respect your teachers, you have already finished learning the "Three Character Classic" before him, and you can start learning something else." ”

The round monk began to touch the top of the boy's head again, as if kneading a dough.

A little golden light quietly crossed into the sea of the little boy's consciousness from the fingers of the round monk, and lurked imperceptibly.

In the golden scale test, the last wisp of Ah Xiu's soul dissipated between heaven and earth, and he made a grand wish to cross 3,000 people for her and accumulate 3,000 blessings in exchange for her peace and joy in the next life.

His martial arts are all wasted, and he has no internal strength, but he has 3,000 mysterious golden lights, which can cross the sea of suffering.

The golden light that escaped into the sea of the little boy's knowledge was one of them.

"Learn something else, is the gentleman going to instruct me?"

The little boy entered the sea of knowledge, but he didn't feel the slightest abnormality, tilted his head and asked the round monk.

The round monk smiled and said, "Yes, now, I will give you some guidance and teach you something else." ”

"What does the gentleman want to teach me?"

"What the poor monk wants to teach you is very important, you listen well. ”

"Yes, sir, I'll listen. ”

The little boy looked serious, for fear of missing a word he said.

The round monk stood up.

He stretched out his hand, took it for himself, and took a roast cake from the middle-aged stall owner's pot, regardless of whether the middle-aged stall owner agreed or not, he put the baked cake in his mouth, pulled it hard, and chewed it in a big gulp.

"Listen, child, monk and nun, not a couple, chickens and ducks, cats and dogs, tigers and lions, not a couple. ”

The round monk ate the baked cake and turned to leave.

"Roosters, hens, dogs, dogs, tigers, tigresses, men and women, are a couple. ”

The round monk stepped on the mud and snow and gradually walked away.

After a while, it disappeared into the street.

Drifted away, without a trace.

And it was only at this time that the middle-aged stall owner who was stunned by the round monk woke up like a dream.

He looked at the missing pancake on the pot and said in disbelief: "Guidance, this is ...... Is that the end of it?"

"Daddy, daddy, gentleman is so good, he told me a big truth, it turns out that monks and nuns are not a couple. The little boy said happily.

The middle-aged stall owner heard this, but he was not angry, and said viciously: "What's good, what's good, I've been deceived, I've been deceived, this wild monk knows how to cheat and eat and drink!"

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