Incompetence in the face of the wall.

Facing the stone wall, he sighed.

Faced sleepy, tired, tired and hungry, unable to think that he was dying again.

Of course, the incompetent monk had just sat down facing the stone wall, but the incompetent really thought that he was about to die.

You see, the scenery outside is very wonderful, but those can't be eaten! You see, there are a lot of mountain fruits outside, but you have to walk to find them and jump to pick them, and those are very tiring things, and you can't fill your stomach after eating! Hey! This is simply not a human life, after a tiring day, you have to go back to the cold cave without food or drink to suffer, you say, you say, is there anything more tragic in the world?

Hey――

Incompetence sighed heavily, deeply regretting that the gods who were originally good did not do it, and were born into this impersonal world on a whim, or the second senior brother was right, this is a demon, a demon! The second senior brother has no intention of subduing demons and eliminating demons as his own responsibility, and the little junior brother is incompetent and has always thought that he was originally a god in the sky and is-

Supervisor eats and drinks!

It's only because the gods are tired of eating the delicacies of the heavens, so they want to change their tastes before they come to the world for a turn, and as a result, this can't be mentioned, and when they mention it, their tears are uproaring! Regret, regret! Incompetence really cried, woo, woo, incompetence is so miserable, so miserable! After crying, I was unable to lie down on the ground and close my eyes, making an honest appearance of waiting for death. And whether it's waiting for death or not, anyway, if you're incompetent and sleepy, you have to sleep, and no one can stop it!

But I couldn't sleep again, it was getting dark, and it was even darker in the cave, and you heard the ghosts crying and howling wolves outside!

Woo, woo, incompetence is so miserable, so miserable!

Although incompetent, although he is usually brave and fearless, he is afraid of the dark, and he is afraid of death, woo, woo!

The wolf is coming, the ghost is coming, the incompetence is so miserable, so pitiful!

It's still this day.

This was the first day that the incompetent monk faced the wall this time, and it was also what happened when the incompetent monk had just returned from a full day of wandering outside the cave. The little monk is really very pitiful, he is sleepy, tired, tired and hungry in the dark cave, he has no food or drink, and he is so afraid that he can't sleep if he wants to sleep, and the immortal master who is in charge of eating and drinking in the sky has become a huge psychological gap between ordinary people and idiots and incompetence, no wonder the little monk is so sad that he cried so much! And this kind of suffering and torture will last for a whole month, a month! God, how can you let the incompetent live!

Between people, sometimes, there really can't be compared.

"Senior Brother Wuzen, why don't you come yet!" In fact, the more the incompetent monk cried, the more sad he became, and the main reason was that he thought of Wuzen. There are not many good people in this world, and they can't eat enough or sleep well every day, and they are forced to practice martial arts and chant scriptures, and they are often beaten, but stealing two sweet potatoes will punish people for facing the wall for a month, this is definitely not a suitable place for immortals to live! Fortunately, fortunately, there is no Zen brother here! In the heart of the incompetent monk, the Wu Zen brother is the only good person left in the world, because only Wu Zen loves and protects the incompetent at any cost and does not ask for anything in return, and he is too good for the incompetent!

It's been like this for as long as I can remember!

Therefore, Wu Neng believes that Wu Chan is a messenger sent by God to protect him, and that his identity as an immortal is known only to Wu Chan! Wu Neng once asked Wu Chan Senior Brother to verify this matter, and the conclusion is: This is the truth. Wu Chan said yes, he said yes, Wu Chan believes in anyone, Wu Chan naturally says yes. Therefore, the real identity of incompetence is a mortal immortal, and the fact that incompetence is an immortal is a secret, only two people can only know it, so after this secret was known by the two people's brothers, it was confirmed that the two people had a loud and correct name-

Idiots are incompetent!

"Senior Brother Wuzen, Senior Brother Wuzen, why haven't you come yet!"

"Little junior brother?"

A soft cry sounded in the dark and gloomy cave, but Yu Wuneng's sound was extremely pleasant: "Brother Wuzen!" The night was hazy, there was still a little light in the sky, and a black shadow walked in quickly, only a faint light on his head: "Haha little junior brother, it's late for Wuzen!" "Isn't it too late, the little junior brother is going to cry so much! It's okay not to listen to this, and when he heard it, he immediately snorted heavily, don't turn around and ignore Senior Brother Wuzen!"

Seeing this, the little junior brother was overflowing with love, and stretched out his hand in the dark to touch the bald head of the little junior brother with great precision, and laughed: "Incompetent, not angry, not angry, look! What did the junior brother bring you!" Incompetence secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, quietly stretched out his hand in the dark, and found a sweet potato in the basket with great precision, quickly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heavily: "It's delicious! It's delicious! Brother Wuzen, you still hurt and can't do it!" Once the roasted sweet potato was eaten, the fairy changed his attitude instantly, and he ate it with a smile and a big fart-

Not for the senior brother, only for the sweet potato.

The incompetent monk loves sweet potatoes very much, more than steamed rice and miscellaneous grains, because sweet potatoes are sweeter. The incompetent monk especially likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes, because the roasted sweet potatoes are sweeter and fragrant, and they are soft in the mouth: "Mine, my, all mine!"

There are thirteen large and small, plus a jar of water.

"Too little, too little, incompetence is not enough to eat!" cried the incompetent dissatisfied. Wuzen smiled and sat down: "Wuzen is afraid that you are in a hurry, haha, senior brother will bake a few more for you tomorrow!" This is the sweet and delicious roasted sweet potato, the sweet potato that the monk Wuzen specially baked for the little junior brother, this is also the only reason why the incompetent monk's wall-facing life can continue.

Roasted sweet potatoes.

Yes, as a mortal immortal, especially an immortal who once was in charge of eating and drinking, this kind of saying is absolutely unbearable, and he can't bear it for a day! Wuyi sweetly ate the hot roasted sweet potato, and sighed very emotionally: "Fortunately, there is no Zen brother, otherwise the incompetence would have died a long time ago, and when the incompetence returns to heaven, ...... Yes, the incompetence loves this little junior brother very much, because Wuzen only has this little junior brother, and Wuzen wants to protect him, love him, take care of him, and take care of him!"

Whenever I see this little brother and hear him call himself Brother Wuzen, there will always be a heavy sense of responsibility in the heart of the monk Wuzen! The little brother is indeed very small, two years younger than Wuzen, and the little brother always looks so pitiful, and he still relies on Wuzen so much, always following the ass of Wuzen all day long, shouting at the senior brother and brother, even if it is facing the wall, if there is no Wuzen -

Wuzen is not only the favorite of the old monk Dinghai, but also the only hope for the incompetent little monk to survive.

It is said that there are two people in Nanshan Zen Buddhism who often face the wall, one is a fool without Zen, and the other is an idiot and incompetent. The incompetent monk makes big mistakes in his life and does not make small mistakes, and the reason for facing the wall is to steal things to eat, and the stolen things are ten to be this delicious sweet potato. Everything must have cause and effect, and it is also responsible for being incompetent to face the wall and not Zen, because when Zen is incompetent, there is no need to eat and drink at all, so once Zen is in the wall, inability must be-

Therefore, out of the 365 days of the year, Wuzen spends 180 days facing the wall, and the other 180 nights accompany the inability to face the wall, and spend almost every night in this damp and dark cave. I have long forgotten how long this life has passed, like flowing water, hurriedly taking away the dull and tasteless years. What can't be taken away is the happiness in my heart, and the line that is always worth looking forward to.

Dawn.

Incompetence opened his eyes, it was pitch black in front of him, and his body was so cold, only a faint warmth came from one place: "Brother Wuzen!" The incompetentness screamed and got up, and it was hazy and hazy, and there was no one around him! Senior Brother was gone! Senior Brother Wuzen was gone! The incompetent monk had a sour nose, sobbed and cried again. The cave was still so dark and cold, and it was as if it had been a dream last night. Sometimes awake and sometimes confused, but the dream is vivid. The incompetent monk still remembered pestering the Wuzen brother to tell the story, but the Wuzen brother couldn't tell it, so the incompetent monk had to tell him, telling him how he used to be happy and comfortable in the sky, and how the fairy women in the sky were so good-looking.

Yes, he has come, and incompetence knows that he has come, and if he does not come, incompetence must not be able to sleep. That faint warmth still flows on my body, and it is so unforgettable and nostalgic in retrospect. The figure sitting upright is like a thick mountain, leaning on it is so steady, making people feel at ease, impotent and not afraid of anything, because there is no Zen brother, incompetent and not afraid of anything, even if the sky falls-

Incompetence knows, Zen is gone.

Then, it's dawn.

Walking out of the cave, the white flowers and flowers of the sun will be about to blind the impotent eyes! The green mountains and white water, the demeanor is still the same, the boundless beauty is completely unsightly, and the incompetent feel that he is very lonely: "Brother Wu Zen - Brother Wu Zen - " called affectionately, his voice murmured, and his impotent heart had thousands of reluctance, and began to look forward to this annoying day soon to get dark! What a long day! How can this make inability to live, incompetent so miserable, so miserable!

Incompetence believes that Brother Wuzen is the best person in the world, and the only good person left. See, there is a big tree in the distance, which is called the Bodhi tree by the incompetent, and under that tree is: "Brother Wuzen-" The incompetence saw the sacred tree, just like seeing the incompetence, and the impotent only wanted to turn into a long vine, and tightly wrap the tree of the Zenless, and never be separated from him again in his life!

Impotence sighed and slowly walked into the distance.

The clouds are clear in the sky, and my heart is also leisurely.

Sleeping at night and going out to play during the day is the wall-facing life of an incompetent monk. Incompetence in the face of the wall, the incompetent face wall is only a nominal face wall, just as Lingxiu does not teach Wu Zen any skills, and being a master is only a nominal master. Don't say that incompetence, ambition, and incompetence have a big ideal, which is to plant large slices of sweet potatoes all over the mountains and fields, especially sweet kinds, and the kind that can't fart after eating!

But he was so incompetent and lazy that he sat down against a big tree and began to dream again after walking a short distance.

When I woke up, it was getting dark again.

See also no Zen.

Another cycle.;