Long Xiao, formerly known as Tum Gyatso, was born in a small town on the southwestern border. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He has been poor since he was a child, there are seven children in the family, he is the youngest one, and the above six sisters, he is the hope of the family.

Since he was a child, his parents and sisters have been spoiled, and everyone calls him the seventh sister!

Although he is called Seventh Sister, he has a tough personality and is resolute since he was a child, and in the eyes of his parents, he is the future pillar of the family.

When Tum Gyatso was ten years old, a strange monk came to the village, and all the children were willing to play with him, because there was a sweet fructose in his bag, and if he walked around him for a day, he would always get one or two pieces of fructose.

Of course, Tumu Gyatso also followed the monk, looking expectantly at the strange monk's cloth bag, which was the place that all the children longed for the most.

The monk seemed to treat Tum Gyatso with special favor, giving him five pieces of fructose a day.

When he happily ran home with five pieces of candy to show off, he was inexplicably slapped by his father.

"Who told you to touch that monk's side?" his father scolded him harshly, he had never seen his father get so angry.

"I'm going to ask for candy, you see!" Xiao Jiacuo cried and stretched out his hand, two small black hands holding five pieces of fructose.

"One, two, three, four, five. My father counted carefully, and suddenly he felt that something was spinning around, and he fainted on the floor of the house.

"Woo woo......" Xiao Jiacuo has not seen his father sick, he saw his father as strong as a mountain fell to the ground, his heart was frightened, it was a kind of fear that he had never had, he thought that his father was dead, he had seen dead people, that was when his little friend borrowed Guang's grandfather died, he secretly ran to borrow Guang's house to see it.

At that time, the dead man was the most terrible thing for him.

Xiao Jiacuo was taken back to the house by his sisters, and he lay on the bed crying and cried before falling asleep.

When Xiao Jiacuo woke up, he saw that he had five pieces of candy next to his pillow, and no one had stolen a piece of him.

He happily got up, picked up a piece, peeled off a layer of oiled paper on the surface, revealing the aromatic fructose flavor, he gently picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, enjoying the delicious taste of fructose.

Xiao Jiacuo jumped out to play, and when he passed by his father's room, he heard many people in the room discussing something.

Xiao Jiacuo listened curiously outside the door, wanting to hear what they were talking about.

"Alas, I really don't know how the Buddha could fall in love with my baby, I gave birth to six daughters, just such a son!" was his father's voice, and Xiao Jiacuo said in a voice that was almost crying.

"I said you don't cry here, the Buddha has taken a fancy to Jiacuo, that is the glory of your whole family, what are you not satisfied with?" The village chief's almost commanding tone, the village chief has always said everything in the village, and no one dares to refute his words.

"I said, village chief, go and ask the Buddha again, and see if he is dazzled by the old man?" said the mother in a sad voice.

"Presumptuous, Buddha, you dare to slander, I don't think you want to live anymore?" the village chief roared.

"Don't dare, don't dare! My mother doesn't have a score to speak, so don't be like her, village chief. This is the voice of the eldest sister, who is almost forty years old this year, and she hurriedly pulled the village chief to sit aside and served him hot tea.

"Hmph, let me tell you, tomorrow the Buddha will take away Jiacuo, and if any of you dare to say a word, our whole village will be cursed, and then your family will be the sinners of the whole village!" said the village chief, taking a sip of water.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to guard my parents and sister!" Xiao Jiacuo listened to the tone of the village chief and seemed to want people to take him away, where was he willing, he ran into the house angrily and shouted at the village chief, he was not afraid of this bad old man!

"You...... Look at who your family is?" said the village chief angrily.

"Our family is full of good people, but bad people like you are not welcome! You leave our house!" Xiao Jiacuo said with his neck raised.

"Hmph, old Tutou, look at the baby you have raised, when you go to the Buddha, you will have his bitter fruit to eat!" The village chief spoke in a tone that seemed to be good to Xiao Jiacuo, but not like good to him.

"I said, I'm not going anywhere!" Xiao Jiacuo issued a final eviction order to the village chief.

"It's up to you, you can go wherever you want? From tomorrow onwards, the name Tum Gyatso will always belong to the Buddha. "What the village chief said at this time is already very clear.

"Tso'er, stop talking and go to your mother. Father said sternly Chong Jiacuo.

Xiao Jiacuo walked up to his mother who was crying and gently wiped her tears with her little hands.

"Good boy, come to Mother, let me take a good look at you. The mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Jiacuo, who was almost taller than an adult, with a happy smile on her face.

"Mother, where are they going to send me?" Xiao Jiacuo looked at the village chief and his party curiously and horrified.

"Son, be good! listen to your mother, go back to the house first!" The mother reluctantly asked Xiao Jiacuo to leave here, and she didn't want the child to carry too much on her child's shoulder.

"Hmm!" Xiao Jiacuo had always listened to his mother, and he snorted at the village chief and his party, and went back.

The next day, Xiao Jiacuo was woken up by his mother before he woke up.

"Son, get up!" the mother's gentle voice caressed Jiacuo's dream.

"Hmm, why is Mother so early today?" Gyatso rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of bed.

"Son, someone is going to send you to school today, and you have to study hard in the future and grow up to be a literate person. Mother said with tears in her eyes.

"Really, I'm going to school too?" Jia Cuo said happily, in his eyes, being able to go to school is a qualification that only the children of rich families can have, and he always thinks about being able to enter the school one day, but he didn't expect it to be realized today.

"In the future, when you enter the school, follow the master to study hard, don't be homesick, be a man who stands up to the sky, and don't allow you to go home privately before you finish reading, otherwise don't blame your family for not recognizing you. Mother's words have always been harsh, and Xiao Jiacuo dare not speak.

After a while, the village chief came to the house with the monk who had delivered the fructose.

Jia Cuo watched all this curiously, and it was unknown if this monk was his future teacher.

"How is it, old Tutou, has the doll in the family agreed?" the village chief said in a high-minded tone.

The doll agreed, and we lied to him that he was going to school, and the kid had always liked to go to school. "The father's figure is stretched longer at the moment.

Tum Gyatso was taken away by the Buddha, he knew in his heart that he had to follow the Buddha, he didn't know where he was going to take him, but he knew that it was definitely not as simple as entering the school.

Knowing the dilemma of his parents at home, he didn't want to embarrass his beloved parents, so he chose to leave, leaving the homeland where he had played since childhood.

Xiao Jiacuo knew what the meaning of the Buddha took him away, that was when he said goodbye to freedom completely, and in the future, the name Tumu Jiacuo would only belong to the Buddha.

Tum Gyatso stayed with the Buddha for eight years, reciting sutras and worshipping the Buddha in the temple every day, practicing meditation and listening to the sermons.

He has only been asking about the world for eight years, and his heart is extremely calm, and his daily homework schedule is full, so that he has no time to think about too many things.

In the spring of his eighteenth year, the temple was full of beautiful Zen flowers, which were said to be a strange flower that bloomed naturally after listening to too much Zen teaching, and everyone who saw it would have good luck.

On the eighth day of the ninth month, it is the annual meeting of the temple, and today there are many devout pilgrims.

Tum Gyatso sat in the temple and preached the Immeasurable Dharma Sutra, and the audience was overcrowded.

At this time, a young woman came to the pilgrims, her name was Ling Yun. She was also touched by Tum Gyatso's profound cultural knowledge, which is a tribute to the Buddhist scriptures.

After the meeting, Tum Gyatso was packing up his clothes, when suddenly the tip of his nose wafted a burst of fragrance, and he saw a woman walking over with a sad face.

"Dare to ask the female benefactor if she has any troubles and needs help, just say!" said Tum Gyatso with his head bowed.

"I would like to ask the Master why my relatives left me. The girl's tone was a little more mournful.

"Oh, why did the girl say that?" said Tum Gyatso.

"I don't know why this happened, I just remember that I was alone in this desolate world, lonely, and I wanted to find a way out!" said the woman, who felt a little like crying.

"People are born into this cruel world, they come alone, they are destined to go alone, why is the donor obsessed with the departure of their loved ones!" said Tum Gyatso.

"Master, dare to ask if you have any relatives? Have you ever experienced the pain of life and death?"

This is only a part of reincarnation, when you transcend the reincarnation of the world, and when you look back at these things, it is a drop in the ocean in the world. "Tum Gyatso and the woman had a long talk, they talked about Buddhist scriptures, they talked about life, they talked about everything.

In the eyes of Tum Gyatso, she is a disciple of the Buddha, and his heart is like a mirror, unclean.

In the eyes of that woman, Tumu Jiacuo is a Buddhist poet who sees through everything and does not care about the sand gulls of heaven and earth.

Every afternoon, the woman would appear punctually at Tum Gyatso's lectures, and sometimes she would sit quietly when there were so many people, and when everyone had dispersed, she would speak a few words to Tum Gyatso alone. Sometimes there are few people, so they sit together, sip tea and preach, ignoring the world's gaze.

When Tum Gyatso went out to preach, she would bring carefully prepared pastries and an umbrella that had already been prepared.

She is an isolated island in the sea of Buddhist scriptures, carrying Tumu Gyatso to take a breather.

However, time does not favor anyone, even if you miss the most important moment of your life.

When she rushed to her coffin, her family told him: "My daughter has passed away peacefully, and she knows that there is a high monk who will overtake her soul and let her ascend to Bliss soon......!"

Tum Gyatso still doesn't know the woman's name, and he doesn't want to search for it, it's a deep bond in his life.