"Why not, for my mother's eyes, I am about to become an immortal, you are not a filial son, are you still reluctant to give up this yellow and white thing?"

The old lady was so angry that her body trembled a little:

"You white-eyed wolf, I have raised you for twenty years in vain, your wings are stiff, are you planning not to listen to your mother's words? ”

"Don't dare!"

The young man glanced at the old lady helplessly, took out a cloth bag from his arms, three layers inside and three layers outside, the package was tightly wrapped, and the cloth wrapped on the outside was removed, and there were a few pieces of broken silver scattered inside, and he gritted his teeth, and was about to take out a few pieces and donate incense.

"I'm about to become an immortal, what are I doing with these things? ”

At this time, as if possessed by a god, the old lady grabbed all the broken silver, and threw it all into the merit box with a bang:

"Let's go, let's go see Zen Master Wuneng, no matter what, you have to let me take a look at the Heavenly Lotus Descending from the Sky. ”

"Amitabha!"

The deacon monk sang a Buddha horn and said with a smile:

"Buddhism is vast, people who are destined to be in all directions, the old donor is compassionate, and he sees through money and wealth is something outside the body, and he will be able to step on the white lotus, fly to bliss, and when the flowers bloom to see the Buddha, he is a sage and Bodhisattva. ”

"Good, good. ”

The old lady smiled at the deacon monk, put on a kind smile, and folded her hands in salute:

"All the Dharma, like a dream bubble, these famous locks, only when you see through and let go, can you be free from worries, pure and comfortable, so that you can see my Buddha and enjoy eternal bliss. ”

Bidding farewell to the deacon monks, the mother and son walked down the steps to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, where countless monks sat on the futon and recited the Dade scriptures, with loud voices like bells and drums.

In front of the monks, an old monk with long eyebrows over his shoulders, his face was ruddy, squinting, chanting scriptures, and knocking on wooden fish.

After a while, after reciting the classics of Dade, all beings were silent, only the old monk waved his hand and slammed the wooden fish, and said loudly:

"I have a pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time; ”

Listening to this, it doesn't look like a demon monk who spreads rumors. ”

Young people who have read books for a few years naturally understand the meaning of these four sentences.

These four sentences are to say that everyone is actually a pearl, but unfortunately it has been covered by dust for a long time, and one day the dust and sand are all gone, shining all over the mountains and rivers like ten thousand flowers blooming.

People's hearts are pure and inactive, but they are blinded by the world's ** and interests, even if the rivers and mountains are picturesque, they can't see the beautiful scenery in front of them;

Generally speaking, it means that gold will always shine, and talents will always emerge.

"Everybody's gone. ”

The old monk turned his back to the group of monks, still knocking on the wooden fish, and the sound of dong dong seemed to knock on his heart, which was thought-provoking:

"Old donor, since you're here, why don't you come in?"

"Yes, Holy Monk!"

The old lady came to the old monk with a pious face and a respectful expression, and folded her hands:

"I've seen the Holy Monk!"

"Why do you need to be polite, you are devoted to the Buddha, there is nothing else to think, the Buddha who lives in Bliss has already sensed it, and last night he came in a dream, saying that there is a pious bhikshuni who has passed the dust, and when he steps on the lotus, his soul returns to Bliss. ”

"Good, good"

The old lady was overjoyed, and her face became more and more pious.

"Come with me!"

The old monk stood up, turned around and walked towards the outside of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, passing by several temples and pavilions, and a pool of autumn water was in sight.

In the depths of the temple, there is a pond, the deep water in the pond is like a spring, calm and waveless, reflecting the blue sky, like a sapphire, lying there quietly.

"Could this be the merit pool in Jinshan Temple?"

Looking at the clear water and blue sky, the old lady's heart swelled with joy:

"According to outsiders, in this pool of merit, there is a divine lotus, and when you step on it, you can fly to the sky. ”

"Medicine and medicine do not die of disease, Buddha has a fate, although Buddhism is vast, but it is not a fateful person. Those who have a fate will let go of everything, everything will be empty, and they will naturally fly to the sky; if there is no fate, the red dust will hinder them, and everything will be entangled, and it will be difficult to transcend naturally. ”

The old monk squinted slightly, and said some mysterious words:

"Whether you can ascend or not depends on the creation of heaven's will, without creation, even if you have the protection of the Holy Lotus, it is difficult to ascend. ”

"Good, good, what the holy monk said is extremely true, the vast true meaning of Buddhism lies in a degree word, a fate word, if you want to be human, you must first become a relationship. ”

The old lady followed closely beside the old monk, looked around with her eyes, and did not see the divine lotus:

"As for the Divine Lotus in this merit pool, it's because I don't have enough fate, and I can't ascend to the Dao. ”

Just looking for it, the old monk took a step closer to the merit pool, and there were words in his mouth, and with the recitation, in the calm and waveless pond, a whirlpool suddenly started, the whirlpool was like a fountain, and a huge white lotus flower rose out of the water.

The lotus flower is the size of a millstone, with a total of six petals, each petal is crystal clear, tender and lovely, and a little water droplets roll on it, refracting the sunlight into colorful colors and spreading.

"The holy lotus has appeared, if the old donor doesn't leave at this time, when will he stay?"

The old monk grabbed the old lady's hand, threw it up, and sat on the white lotus steadily.

The young man looked at all this in a daze, like a dream, and at this time the old lady was gone, so he reacted, grabbed the old monk's collar, and shouted:

"Old thing, where did you get my mother, return it to my mother quickly, otherwise I will lead someone to demolish this Jinshan Temple. ”

"Amitabha. ”

With a holy smile on his face, the old monk looked at the young man and said with a smile:

"Congratulations to the donor, congratulations to the donor, the donor's mother has been blessed by the Buddha, and her soul has returned to bliss. ”

...

Unconsciously it has come to the night, the people who come to the Jinshan Temple to offer incense, only gradually less, the old monk sits alone in the Zen master, silently reciting the Sutra of Salvation, and surpasses the soul.

And in the merit pool of Jinshan Temple, a puff of white smoke came out, turned into a big man, and stepped into the meditation room.

"Wu Neng, if it weren't for me in Jinshan Temple, where would so much incense come from, why don't you know how to repay your kindness, these days, you have been eating some old and frail people, the skin is loose and sour, it is not delicious at all, next time, you must get me a few strong young men." ”

"Sturdy young men, no one will believe that they can ascend to heaven by stepping on the white lotus, only some old people, Jiaxin Buddha, have the opportunity to let him enter your mouth, if you want to be a strong young man, it is difficult. ”

Dahan smiled in a low voice:

"I have practiced for many years, and I have spit out the white lotus, and when they step on the white lotus, they can be regarded as entering my belly, so they can be regarded as getting their wish, stepping on the lotus and ascending to heaven, but they have just flown into my belly. ”

"I'll find a way to get a few young and strong ones, you go back quickly, this is an important place for Buddhism, in case someone sees you, the incense that has been gathered for many days will have to be cut off again." ”

"Well, old monk, remember what you said, I love those who are strong the most. ”

...

"Young Master, what are you going to do here?"

"I have nothing to do, I plan to go on a night tour of West Lake to see the beautiful scenery. ”

Zhang Yutang held a book, carried a sword, and walked out.

"I'm going too. ”

Xu Jiaorong looked at Zhang Yutang and prayed with her eyes.

"Okay, let's go together. ”;