"Senior brother, look. . . The cloth bag monk pointed to the happy back of Jiang Liu'er and Li Rong'er holding hands and going away.

"This Li Rong'er often calls Jiang Liu'er out to play, these two people are eighteen this year, one is sixteen, just when the love is beginning to open, and Jiang Liu'er is already a novice who has entered my monkhood, it seems a little inappropriate to go on like this for a long time. Monk Budai seemed a little worried.

"Has Jiang Liu'er done his homework today?" Elder Fa Ming didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Jiang Liuer is talented and intelligent, and he has never needed to be urged to ask about his homework, and he has done his homework today. The cloth bag monk bowed his head and replied truthfully.

"That's it. Elder Fa Ming stroked his white beard and replied nonchalantly.

"Senior brother. . . "Monk Budai still wants to go on.

Elder Fa Ming stretched out one hand and used his gesture to stop the next sentence that the Budai monk was about to say.

"Senior brother, I know what you want to say. Li Rong'er's mother died early, and his father Li Xuanming single-handedly pulled it up, Li Xuanming is a well-known local good person, this person and I are also old friends for many years, I once asked me to let her daughter temporarily live at the foot of my Jinshan Temple, for her deceased mother to make a vow to chant sutras, and listen to my Buddha's wonderful sound, feel the influence of my Buddha country, Amitabha. ”

Monk Fa Ming stroked a handful of white beards, and then said with a smile: "This Li Rong'er's father is quite famous in Zhenjiang Mansion, and he has donated a lot of money to my Jinshan Temple, and he has always been the owner of my Jinshan Temple, but he can't be offended! The affairs of Jiang Liu'er and Li Rong'er's two children still depend on how they deal with it, so we old guys don't want to get involved. ”

Speaking of this, Elder Fa Ming said in his heart, my words are still in the open, and there are some things in the secret, but it is inconvenient to say them today, so let's leave them for the convenience of the future.

"I see that this river has deep roots in wisdom and deep Buddha affinity, isn't this a kind of experience for him? Therefore, the old man's attitude towards this matter is ------Go with the flow, Amitabha!" said Elder Fa Ming.

Hearing this, the Budai monk nodded, and said nothing.

The spring breeze is light, the sky is clear, and the white clouds are floating in the blue sky.

The tender and affectionate weeping willows on the riverbank dance softly in the warm spring breeze.

At this time, Jiang Liuer and Li Ronger were sitting side by side on the beach on the bank of the river.

"Sister Rong'er, how long are you going to live at the foot of this Jinshan Temple. Remembering that there are people in the temple who have complained about Li Rong'er coming to him from time to time, Jiang Liu'er frowned slightly.

Li Rong'er didn't doubt him when she heard this, she raised a delicate little face, and replied proudly: "When I came, my father told the elders, I, Li Rong'er, am mainly here to listen to the Buddha's voice, and my father didn't say anything to let me leave, so I naturally live wherever I want, and I can live as long as I want." When she said this, Li Rong'er was secretly proud, and said in her heart, "Didn't my father listen to my baby daughter?

After thinking about it, he added: "Brother Jiang Liu'er, do you want to let me go?" Li Rong'er's face suddenly showed an aggrieved look.

When Jiang Liu'er heard this, she showed a wry smile that was not easy to detect, thinking that I still have to resist the gossip in the temple for a while. However, since getting acquainted with Li Rong'er, the two of them have been quite harmonious together, and they are very happy and happy every time they play.

However, the pride on Li Rong'er's face when he talked about his father spontaneously arose, but it touched a piece of Jiang Liuer's heart, which made Jiang Liu'er silent and sad for a while, other people's fathers and mothers take good care of their children, and they have never seen their own fathers and mothers since they were young, and they naturally don't know what their parents look like, and they don't even know who their parents are.

Seeing that Jiang Liu'er was silent for a while, Li Rong'er smiled slyly: "Hey, Brother Jiang Liu'er, can you play with me for a while." ”

"Brother Jiang Liu'er, when did you make me happy, maybe I won't rely on you. Seeing Jiang Liu'er's indifferent look, Li Rong'er came over with one hand and struggled to pull Jiang Liu'er's body.

"Okay. Jiang Liu'er couldn't be entangled, jumped out of the melancholy just now, and while standing up, she habitually and affectionately scratched Li Rong'er's delicate nose.

"Brother Jiang Liuer is so annoying, he shaves people's noses every time. Li Rong'er said angrily.

After dinner, the Budai monk led Jiang Liuer and Li Rong'er to the riverside for a walk.

As the sun sets, a remnant sun is like a golden ribbon spread on the sparkling water.

"What a beautiful sunset! It would be nice to see such a view every day, then I must be very happy. Li Rong'er's eyes flashed with a strange look, and she sighed very happily.

"Happy, what is happiness, why can't I feel happy?" Jiang Liu'er muttered to herself, looking thoughtful.

"Hehe, happiness is actually very simple. Hearing Jiang Liu'er's self-talk, the cloth bag monk reached out and stroked Jiang Liu'er's head.

"Uncle Shi will tell you a story, okay?"

"Okay!" Hearing that Uncle Budai was going to tell a story, Li Rong'er immediately clapped her hands happily.

"One evening, a man named Zhuang Zhou came to the grass in the suburbs alone, he had not been so relaxed for a long time, he had been forced to live in tears, because no one could really understand him, and he had to force himself to abandon distractions, because only then could he not think about anything else, and be completely immersed in his own state of life. ”

He lay on the grass with his back to the sky, smelling the scent of grass and earth beside him, enjoying it to his heart's content, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. Zhuang Zhou had a dream, in which he turned into a colorful butterfly, with a colorful body, dancing happily among the flowers, free and easy. There are blue sky and white clouds in the sky, there is black gold in the ground, the warm spring breeze blows the catkins, the flowers compete for beauty, and the lake ripples. He was so immersed in this wonderful dream that he completely forgot about himself. Suddenly, he woke up, completely unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. When he realized that it was just a dream, he sighed and said, "It turns out that Zhuang Zhou is still Zhuang Zhou, and butterflies are still butterflies." But after a long time, he finally realized that the butterfly with its brilliant wings and fluttering was himself. However, now he is still the original Zhuang Zhou, and he has not changed anything compared to the original, but now, Zhuang Zhou's state of mind is different from the original. But even enjoying that moment of dreaming is also a great happiness and joy for Zhuang Zhou. ”

"A little butterfly flew into Zhuang Zhou's heart, such a small thing can make him happy, what else can make him sad?"

This is the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly. It tells us that there is happiness everywhere in life, and happiness is very simple, as long as you have a simple heart and feel it with your heart. The cloth bag monk laughed.

On the riverside of the spring night, the evening breeze is light, and under the reflection of the sunset, there are a few prosperous figures left on the river beach.

Jiang Liuer's crystal eyes flickered, and she seemed to have understood something from Uncle Budai's story.