The sun is sinking in the west, the temple bell rings, after the crowd recedes, this ordinary temple once again returned to calm, by the afterglow of the sunset, a figure was reflected on the courtyard wall from time to time, the host looked at the thief eyebrows and looked at the four people, quietly flowed into the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, actually opened the merit box in front of the faceless Buddha, looking at the gold and silver that was about to overflow inside, the smile on his face was even more scoundrel.

"Master, you're stealing the Buddha's money again. There are only three monks in the Lonely Heart Temple, in addition to the presiding and slightly thin and weak, the other one is much more mature and "stable", and even those who see him find it difficult to believe that a monk who has received the rules can grow so strong.

The cloth-clothed monk glanced at his apprentice, but he still did not feel the slightest guilt, but confidently grabbed a handful from the merit box and put it into his arms, and then looked at his nose and nose, and bowed to the stone statue of the Buddha with the most serious expression, and said: "Jiutong, can the monk's matter be called stealing?"

One of the two disciples of the Lonely Heart Temple is called Jiutong, and the other is called Butong, which sounds like a lot worse, but in fact, they are all the same, the monks pay attention to epiphany, and if they don't get through, they don't open their minds, and they still don't know anything.

Obviously, compared to the nine passes, it is not only a matter of whether he can open his mind, it seems that he was born with a little dullness like his body shape, and after listening to the master's words, he swept his head with hesitation, and asked softly: "Then what should I say." ”

"This is called turning into a fate, turning a fate to the Buddha, and his old man will definitely not take care of it. At this time, Butong walked into the main hall with the Buddha lamp of the First World War, and took down the incense candles that had not been burned out on the wishing platform.

"Senior brother, what are you doing, that is the wishing incense that the pilgrims burned to the Buddha, you took it away, how did the Buddha know their wishes, you are disrespectful to the Buddha. Jiutong's eyes widened, and he stopped it repeatedly, and bowed to the stone statue of the Buddha, and kept chanting and praying for blessings, for fear that the Buddha would blame his junior brother.

Butong continued to take off those incense candles without scruples, and said in the tone of the master: "The old man of the Buddha has great powers, and these incense candles are already known when they are inserted, if they are not cleaned up in time, the pilgrims in the future should make wishes there, so the Buddha not only will not blame me, but it is also appropriate to give me a Buddha light." ”

"Well, no, you have enlightened, I am very pleased with the teacher, remember to send these incense candles to the incense and candle shop of the boss of the mountain money, so that more pilgrims can get what they want. The cloth-clothed monk doesn't have a beard, but whenever he says this, he always subconsciously brushes his chin, which is as smooth as the top of his head, as if he has a grandmaster.

"I see. Jiutong suddenly patted his not very bright head, suddenly thought of something, and asked the master: "Master, there are so many pilgrims who want to become monks in our monastery, why don't you allow any of them." ”

"The Buddha only gives people who are destined, don't cultivate the hair and don't cultivate the mind, they think that they are in the red dust, and they can enter my empty door if they get rid of these three thousand troubles, since they see through the red dust, where they don't practice, and they become Buddhas on the ground, in the final analysis, they still can't get rid of it, and they can't hide. "It is rare for the cloth-clothed monk to be truly serious, and when he went to the place where he seemed to say the truth, his expression was a little trance-like, so he grabbed another handful of gold and silver.

"Then why does the master take the two of us, we grew up in the temple since we were children, and we haven't even seen what Hongchen looks like, how do you know if you can see through it. Jiutong stood tired, brought a futon and sat down, while watching the master from the merit box "fate", while watching the junior brother pluck incense on the wishing platform, but he was happy to be idle, only need to ring the bell once in the morning and dusk, and make three meals a day.

The cloth-clothed monk weighed his chest that had been stuffed, covered the merit box with satisfaction, bowed to the stone statue of the Buddha with his hands together, and whispered, "Because you have the root of wisdom." ”

"Huigen? Jiutong groped around his body without knowing what to do.

"If you see it, you're a master, you can't make it! Don't just pull out one place, just pick some good ones, how ugly it will be to empty a section! Remember to blow out the rest, and order it again tomorrow morning." ”

"Got it, master. "No, I tore off a few of them casually, and then blew them out.

Jiutong couldn't see through the mystery of this back and forth, but seeing that they all had something to do, he seemed to have nothing to do, so he had to find a topic and ask: "Senior brother, you grabbed that girl's hand and watched it for a long time today, the master doesn't often teach us not to get close to women, and this is also one of the precepts." ”

"The Buddhist scriptures also say that color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and when I put down the girl's hand, I have really let go, but the senior brother has been remembering until now, whether I have broken the vows, or the senior brother has broken the vows. Butong said with a chuckle, the innocence on his little face seemed to be as he said.

"It makes sense, it turns out that the person who is obsessed with not forgetting is me, Amitabha, it seems that I have to copy a few more scriptures tonight to atone for my sins. Jiutong enlightened and whispered, in this temple, although he started early, but compared to the younger brother always feel that he lacks understanding, talent is also very poor, a scripture after the younger brother read it at a glance and then it is familiar in the chest, and he has to bury his head in copying several times to be able to remember, sometimes the very simple truth he thought about for a long time and did not understand, and the casual mention of the younger brother made him suddenly enlightened, the master said that becoming a Buddha requires understanding and Buddha nature, and these two are far from each other, maybe the little junior brother can really engrave his face on the stone statue。

"Bang bang bang. ”

A dull knock sounded, and after knocking for a long time, Jiutong saw that the master deliberately turned a deaf ear, and looked at the junior brother in some surprise, hoping that the other party would give him some guidance.

"It's so late, it shouldn't be the people who are incense, most of them are here to stay overnight, but we only have two rooms in total, and we are squeezed into one by that person, so how can there be a place for them to live. "I don't understand a word, and I can't break the master's mind.

"But it's getting dark, and you can't let people sleep in the wilderness! "Don't look at Jiutong looks bad, but the bottom of the heart is surprisingly good, on weekdays, even an ant can't bear to step on, said that he walked out quickly, when the monk in cloth wanted to open his mouth to block, it was too late, the temple was not big, Jiutong and the people who were born were tall and big, three or two steps to the door, unloaded the bolt, and was stunned after opening the door.

For there was not just one who came, but one, two, three...... Jiutong folded his hands and counted, there were five people, and two female donors, I was afraid that not only him, but even the beds of the master and junior brother would have to be given up, which made it difficult for him.

At this moment, the boy who knocked on the door spoke: "This is the lonely heart temple where you carved the Buddha statue yourself. ”

Hearing the other party mention the word statue from a distance, the cloth-clothed monk's eyes were straight, and he walked out of the main hall quickly to greet him: "It is here, I don't know how many pilgrims have come to ask for a statue of Buddha of all living beings, this price is two hundred taels of longevity, and three hundred ......taels will be added if the disease does not invade."

"We don't buy Buddha statues, we come to someone. As soon as he heard the money, there was a guy here who was more sensitive than the other party, and he refused.

Since it was not a business, the cloth monk immediately changed his face, although it was not ugly, but it was also thousands of miles away from the word "kindness", and said in a deep voice: "Then there should be no one you are looking for here, leave as soon as possible!"

"Hey, monk, I haven't said who I'm looking for, you just said that there is no such person, are you stupid to think of me?" Niu Batian's hot temper ignited, and a pair of fists as big as a soldering discus pressed on the temple door, and Jiutong couldn't believe that the wooden door actually sank out a palm print.

"Don't be rude. Su Wen hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it, took out a silver ingot from his bosom and threw it over, "Let's find a person with a sword box on his back, and I hope the master will think about it again." ”

Su Wen's proudest ability is to look at people, not to mention that as long as he is not blind, seeing that the other party is almost judging the changes between the two, he should be able to guess one or two points.

Sure enough, the cloth-clothed monk who received the silver immediately changed his expression, and once again showed his ability to become a Buddha on the ground, bowed and saluted with kind eyebrows: "I don't know if the person the donor is looking for has any other characteristics besides carrying a sword box?"

"Features?" Su Wen frowned slightly, the senior brother's letter only told him to find a person with a sword box to learn swords, and there was no other information, that is, he didn't even know whether the other party was a man or a woman.

"All I know is that it's a man with a sword case on his back, and he should be able to use a sword. ”

The cloth-clothed monk raised his eyebrows slightly, and scolded in his heart, "This is not nonsense, if you don't know how to make the sword, why carry the sword box on your back." But he still kept his expression indifferent and said: "Although this temple is not big, there are no less than 1,000 pilgrims coming and going every day. ”

Su Wen pondered for a moment, since the senior brother called him, he would inevitably meet the other party, so he simply continued to ask: "Master, there are other people in the temple." ”

"There were only the poor monk and two disciples, but neither of them had ever wielded a sword, let alone carried a sword case. ”

"No, master, isn't there another pilgrim in your room who has been here for a long time?" said the unintelligible who came out.

The cloth-clothed monk's expression obviously changed slightly, waved his hand at the two disciples, and pretended to be calm: "That person is a relative of the poor monk before he became a monk, and the poor monk has never seen him have any sword box, so it shouldn't be the person the donor is looking for." ”

"Yes or no, I don't know if I can see each other. Su Wen asked softly, regardless of whether the person had a sword box or not, in short, the people who stayed in the temple at this time were worth seeing, at least the words of the senior brother had never been missed.

"This. The cloth-clothed monk groaned hesitantly.

Su Wen hurriedly took out an ingot of silver.

"But. ”

I found another ingot.

"Him. ”

The silver was exchanged for a silver ticket, and Qigui on the side gritted his teeth, eager to rush up and bite this bald donkey who was obsessed with money.

Fortunately, the other party did not give him this opportunity, and after the monk saw the number on the silver ticket, he slowly turned his head, and the previous hesitation when he waited to turn around seemed to be swept away, leaving only a smile on his face and a pious heart to the Buddha, with his arm raised, and said.

"A few donors, please. ”