Chapter 39: A poor monk's life for a hundred years is enough

Three hours ago, it was still early in the morning, and the fish belly white in the eastern sky had already probed, but the shy sun was still hiding below.

On the mosque mountaineering road, there are more than a dozen monks running up the mountain with buckets, the pace is light, and the buckets hanging from the shoulders of some skilled people are just microwaves, compared to a few small monks who have not yet reached the top of the mountain and the water in the bucket has been sprinkled with water, it is obvious that there are many more years of skill. Further up, humming and puffing, the monks in the temple are boxing in rows and rows in the place of morning exercise, and the leader is a presiding officer who is over thirty years old.

On the top of the morning exercise place is a horizontal corridor, there is an old monk wearing a robe and a snow-white beard, the abbot is 100 years old this year, but he is still full of energy, walking like flying, all of the people under the mountain are praised as halal monks, and also named "worthy of the Bodhisattva" with his Dharma name. It is said that the reason why the abbot's name is called "unashamed" is that the previous deceased abbot wished him not only to be worthy of himself, but also to be worthy of others. And from childhood to adulthood, and then to gray hair, the abbot is worthy of immeasurable merit. Every year during the sowing and autumn harvest seasons, the abbot and his old family will send disciples down the mountain to help those poor families, and in case of drought, even the abbot himself will go down the mountain himself. Over time, the surrounding people rushed to deliver dry food when they saw a monk coming down the mountain, which sometimes embarrassed some thin-skinned monks. Eight years ago, the scorching sun lasted for three months, there were no dark clouds, no rain was seen, and the Weijiang River also saw the riverbed, the rare drought made the farmers have no harvest, and some large families generously donated money for disaster relief, and as a Buddhist family with compassion, naturally it was no exception, the abbot and his old man paid off the craftsmen who built the mosque, regardless of his wishes, directly stopped the construction, and used a large amount of money to buy water and food. In addition to the mosque will accept hundreds of wandering beggars on the day of the beginning of autumn every year, it also provides some food to those homeless homeless people at noon every day. Therefore, in the past few years, I would always see several times more monks going down the mountain every day than before, looking for work, just for three meals a day, and many people in the temple complained very loudly during that time. However, this pressure was reduced a lot, and the eldest son of Liuyuan City, Ge Jin Manmen, heard about this, and specially bought all the land at the foot of the mosque mountain with a lot of money, cultivated the fields, and gave them to the mosque for cultivation.

At this time, the old abbot looked at the disciples who were practicing in the morning, his eyes were soft, and he was smiling, and then he turned his perspective slightly, staring at the corner of the morning exercise place.

I still remember thirteen years ago, there was a small point that couldn't stand steadily, often hung two long snots, bare buttocks according to the gourd painting to learn the brothers in boxing, the appearance is funny, naïve, if the fist style slightly raised the leg action, he will definitely fall to the ground, obviously hurt so much that he wants to cry, but he is still happy, wipe away the tears of pain, immediately pat his butt again, and continue to follow the morning exercise with the brothers. At that time, as long as he was there, the morning exercise would definitely not be like a word, laughing from time to time, and some senior brothers would be lazy to tease the little ones. Later, there was a little doll in the morning exercise, it was when he was three years old that he met a female doll, the abbot and his old man saw that Faci knew the daughter of his old friend on the first day so that the latter beat his nose and face were swollen, thinking that Faci was afraid that the two would not have dealings with each other in the future, but it was unexpected, the two of them played more and more, and became a famous big and small troublemaker in the temple.

Then, the abbot turned to the sundial in the temple and smiled again.

I remember that there was a time when the two of them hit the idea on the sundial clock, and rang the bell every once in a while, and the whole group was not at peace, and the abbot himself couldn't stand the toss, and his eyes were black.

The sundial rang, and the two quarters of an hour of morning exercise ended.

Worthy of the abbot came back to his senses, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head, look at the sky, and then a sigh, turned around and lifted the dustpan and broom, although as the abbot he can enjoy his old age, he doesn't have to do such chores as cleaning, but the habit he has developed from beginning to end has become a kind of nostalgia and attachment, the abbot sometimes laughs at himself, people are old like this, always like to miss the past.

The crowd dispersed for the morning exercise, and it happened that a young monk came to meet him, and saw the abbot holding a dustpan and a broom in his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the two guys who were cleaning, and said with a smile: "Abbot, let the disciples come to the cleaning." ”

The abbot smiled and nodded and said yes, and did not stubbornly say that it would be good to let himself sweep for a while as usual. However, the abbot said that this time will be a long time at a time.

The abbot walked away slowly, and walked towards the bamboo grove behind the temple, because the old man wanted to see the loquat tree that the two troublemakers had planted and tended to make a system.

There is a loquat tree that is about to reach its peak production on the edge of the small vegetable garden next to the bamboo forest, the small seedlings of the past, first after the care of two troublemakers, and then through the cultivation of the abbot and some disciples, now it has grown into a tall appearance, the abbot did not hesitate to think that if Faci is still in the mosque, it should be the same as the loquat tree.

In another three months, the well-cared for loquat tree will be covered with yellow fruit and bend the branches.

"Alas, I don't know where Faci is now, but he is fine. ”

The abbot, who was a little tired, sat on the stone by the vegetable garden, thinking about the bits and pieces.

Several times personally went down the mountain to look for no result, he had asked people to help him find Faci, but for more than ten years there has been no news, in the days after Faci disappeared for no reason, he will calculate a hexagram for Faci, but the strange thing is that no matter how it is calculated, it can not be calculated thoroughly, there is always a layer of fog shrouded in Faci's life, dangerous and abnormal, but it is surrounded by elephants.

After a long time, two figures came here, and when they walked to the abbot, they bowed down and greeted respectfully: "Master." ”

The person who came was Lin Chong and the city lord of Liuyuan City, don't ask.

The abbot turned his head and smiled at the two, and joked: "The two of you came to the mosque to let the poor monk unsign for you?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, Lin Chong nodded and said, "It's a sign." ”

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, the abbot stood up and said with a smile: "If there is a place where the poor monk needs help, it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Lin Chong briefly recounted what happened to the quicksand in recent days.

The abbot has a peaceful face.

When Lin Chong finished speaking, there was no word between the three of them, and Mo Wen couldn't help but ask, "Can the master give me some guidance and break one or two?"

The abbot said that it was naturally possible, so he pointed at the joint with one finger, and then said with a smile: "Whether the number of the most important things can be effective or not is all in the will of heaven, although this person is confused and angry, but it is not too late to turn back." With the strength of the two of you, if you want to control him, it is difficult for some strong people, but the poor monk will help the two of you, and it can be regarded as doing something for the people. As for success or failure......"

The two waited for the following, but heard a sentence "The words are up to the point, and the heavenly machine must not be revealed", Rao couldn't help but be a little speechless to the master of Wushu because of their experience, the masters of Buddhism and Taoism always like to sell Guan Zi to speak, after the corners of their mouths twitched, they still hugged their fists and thanked: "Then thank you master." ”

After the three of them chatted, Lin Chong and the others said goodbye first.

The old abbot continued to sit back on the stone, blowing the wind in his face, closed his eyes and sat still, this sitting, two and a half hours passed, and then suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, happened to see four figures flying in the sky, and immediately took out a bowl from his sleeve, recited a few verses, and then threw it into the air, and said lightly: "You can also go with them." ”

The bowl went straight to the sky, but it did not fall.

The abbot got up, leaned his hands behind his back, looked at the sky on the other side of the mountain, and added the unfinished words before: "As for success or failure, although the quicksand is like an evil dragon in the southwest, there is a real dragon coming back from the east. ”

Then the hundred-year-old monk, who was respectfully called a master by the second lord of Liuyuan, looked down at his shadow on the ground, and said: "But since there is light and light, there will definitely be shadow and darkness, both good and evil, from ancient times to the present, the principle of the coexistence of black and white has never changed. ”

The abbot put his hands on his sleeves, turned back, and the old figure seemed to be a little rickety, only to hear him smile unintentionally: "This is the way of heaven." ”

The old abbot did not pay any attention to the place of the great battle not far from here, nor did he chant sutras, but went back to his monastic house and opened the box hidden under the cupboard, which was full of children's toys.

These are the things that Faci loved when he was a child.

But the abbot, who had never changed a trace of his expression after listening to Lin Chong's account of the quicksand, suddenly changed his expression, the box in his hand fell down, and with a bang, the toys in it were scattered all over the ground, and the old voice trembled: "Fa... Law... Faci..."

"Kid, I've finally found you. ”

In the next moment, the figure of the abbot disappeared.

Immediately afterward, ten miles away from the mosque, a worthy abbot appeared in a robe, but his form was stagnant, as if something was stopping him from moving forward.

The abbot recited a Buddhist saying, folded his hands, and said: "The poor monk has an urgent matter, and I hope that the donor will let the poor monk pass." ”

There was no answer.

The abbot still couldn't pass, and immediately said: "Since the donor refuses to give up a way, then don't blame the poor monk for being rude." ”

Before the abbot could make a move, his body was suddenly shocked back, which shocked him.

Afterwards, I didn't know who the abbot was talking to, but I heard him talk to himself there.

"Oh Mida Buddha, the donor has already skipped the Three Realms and has such magical powers, why should he still have trouble with the poor monks?"

The donor laughed, the poor monk just went to pick up a disciple who had been missing for many years and returned to the temple, his name was Faci. ”

"Exactly, Faci was the name given to him by the poor monk back then. ”

"The donor has won the prize. I wonder if I can let the poor monk pass?"

"Why?"

The abbot was stunned for a while, and said again: "In this case, the poor monk is too worried. ”

Then he was stunned again and said, "What does the donor want?"

The abbot was inexplicably frozen for a long time, and then nodded solemnly and said: "If you have the heart to do things, there is a price to pay, and the monks are already compassionate, the Buddha can cut meat and feed the eagle, and the poor monks should follow suit." ”

The third time I saw the abbot, I was stunned, and then I saw him smile and said, "It is enough for a poor monk to live for a hundred years." ”

Then, the abbot, who had just left the mosque, turned around again, took a step forward, and disappeared.

The others returned to the mosque, and with them came a bowl.