Finally lived by the West Lake, a "paradise on earth", and everyone in the Yang family was much more relaxed.

Yang Huairen was idle, planning to take a good rest, the second girl was noisy all day long to go out to the lake, and several wives of Yang Huairen also thought that the second sister had a good idea.

So I found a crisp autumn day, and the family was ready to go out to visit the lake, but Yang's mother, as the eldest parent, naturally suggested that everyone go to the Lingyin Temple in the north peak to worship the Buddha first, and then go to the lake.

Yang Huairen didn't care, and deliberately pulled the old monk Wuneng to accompany him all the way, but there was one thing that was very strange, the old monk Wuneng was born in Shaolin, and he didn't seem particularly interested in other famous temples, and even showed a kind of discomfort.

This made Yang Huairenhe very puzzled, it is said that the monks in the world are a family, everyone worships the Buddha, and visiting Lingyin Temple should be the same cordial feeling as walking relatives for him.

Under the leadership of Yang's mother, the family set off to Lingyin Temple early in the morning, all the way uphill, and the process of climbing the mountain not only exercised the body, but also enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the mountain, which made people feel better unconsciously.

Because of the early departure, there was still some fog in the mountains when going up the mountain, Yang's mother led the two girls to take the lead, and Yang Huairen fell behind the team with the big official, and talked with the old monk Wuneng.

The official is very clever, and he is not honest when he is held by his father, and he waves his hands away, as if he wants to grasp the faint mist.

Originally, it was just a childlike childlike child, Yang Huairen, who was a father, looked blind and happy, and the old monk suddenly said, "This child has Buddha nature, it is better to wait for him to grow up and practice martial arts with Lao Gao." ”

Yang Huairen looked at the old monk in surprise, "Master, you're not mistaken, right?" The child is playing at will, you can see that he has Buddha nature, are you kidding me?

Even if the child really has Buddha nature, worship the Buddha and cultivate the mind, I, the father, will not object, but what is the connection with following you to practice martial arts? ”

The old monk smiled shyly, "Don't say, don't say." ”

Yang Huairen's face was black, and he said in his heart, "Why are you talking to me these words, isn't this?"

When the sun rose from the eastern ridge, it lifted the fog and saw the gate of Lingyin Temple.

Yang Huairen was a little surprised, there is really a big gap between the Lingyin Temple in front of him and the Lingyin Temple in his impression, not that the pattern of the temple has changed dramatically, but that kind of feeling, it is too different.

When he stepped into the temple gate, Yang Huairen's feeling became stronger, and today's Lingyin Temple does not have the glitz of later generations, but more of a solemnity.

This may be the difference between a tourist attraction and a temple that truly explores the Dharma.

Later generations of monks have become a kind of profession, with a lot of wages to shave their heads and wear monk's robes to make a show, there is no need to worship the Buddha, the Buddhist scriptures can not read a few words, and the eyes are shining when collecting incense money.

But in the Lingyin Temple in front of them, the simple monks are truly religious.

The monks in the main hall were still doing morning classes, and the beautiful Sanskrit sound made people's hearts light unconsciously, and it seemed to turn into a cloud and slowly rise into the sky.

The monks who welcomed the guests accepted the incense offerings, and there were still no waves in the ancient wells in their eyes, and there was no deliberate tour, but they just led a group of pilgrims into the temple to worship the Buddha.

The wooden fish struck very rhythmically, but the bell intervened for no reason, which seemed to wake up the mortal who had been dreaming for a long time.

The abbot didn't say much, and the monks who meditated and practiced didn't pay any attention to these mortals, still reciting the scriptures they didn't understand.

Although Yang Huairen does not believe in ghosts and gods, in such an environment, the whole person has become solemn.

Just squinted at the monks who were cultivating, and found a monk from the Japanese Kingdom wearing a white robe, as well as a Hu monk with a shaved head and yellow eyebrows and blue eyes.

Yang Huairen didn't want to disturb his mother's sincerity in worshiping the Buddha, so how his mother worshipped, he also worshipped, and then silently recited some words to pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

Yang Huairen's wish is very simple, he hopes that the people he cares about can be safe and sound, and the four children can grow up healthy and healthy.

As for such a lofty wish for world peace, I am afraid that it is a bit beyond the scope of the Buddha's ability, so I don't ask for it.

After worshipping the Buddha, the monks will take care of a fasting meal, which makes Yang Huairen very interested.

When he arrived at the dining hall in the courtyard, Yang Huairen understood why the old monk was reluctant to come to Lingyin Temple.

The monks lined up in an orderly manner holding wooden bowls to take turns to fetch food, which was originally very peaceful, but when they saw Monk Wuneng, there was a hint of sigh in their eyes.

Yang Huairen took a closer look at Monk Wuneng, and when he saw his big belly like a big drum, he understood why other monks looked down on him.

There is absolutely no way that his greasy body can be raised by eating fasting vegetables, and for a monk with six impure roots, other people of the same kind will naturally look down on him.

When the monks went to eat, they went back to their fixed seats and waited, and they didn't move, but sat quietly.

After a while, a row of small novices came out with vegetarian dishes, and on a table for four people, there were only two small plates of vegetarian dishes, one boiled greens, and the other was a whole piece of tofu.

Yang Huairen was stunned, although he knew that the vegetables in the temple were not fishy, but even if it was green vegetable tofu, he should deal with it well, put a piece of tofu on the table, is it just like this to use tofu with rice? It's too tasteless, isn't it?

Yang Huairen's family was invited to another dining hall, where men and women ate separately, except for a few simple vegetarian dishes, and the monk on the other side ate the same vegetarian dishes, but the production was slightly better, at least the tofu was still dressed with shallots.

Mother Yang thanked the abbot on behalf of the younger generations of the family, and the abbot who cherished the words like gold withdrew with a gift, and Yang Huairen tasted the chopsticks.

Boiled vegetables are really boiled vegetables, and there are no other seasonings except salt for shallots and tofu, and even if there is a salt taste, it is very light, which can be said to be light and tasteless.

Yang Huairen looked at the monks on the other side, and then the novices sat down after serving the fast, and the abbot and several monks sat down and sang a scripture, and the monks began to eat.

Yang Huairen was stunned again, the monks were all unified when eating, clamping a chopstick greens, a chopsticks tofu, and then put it in a rice bowl, mixed with a small bite of rice and ate it in his mouth, and finally put down the chopsticks and sat upright, closed his eyes and chewed slowly.

Even the chewing action is surprisingly consistent!

The monks ate this mouthful of food, and then repeated the action just now.

The second girl tasted the food, she stuck out her tongue helplessly, turned her head and saw the monks eating in the canteen opposite, and couldn't help laughing, "No wonder, the monks themselves don't like to eat, look at the way they eat, it's really a crime." ”

Mother Yang glared at her, "Eat your food well, the Buddha Gate is pure, and you can't make a loud noise." ”