The sky is in the sky, the smoke is born in the corner of the treetops, and the four fields are gently holding the hand of the wind, quietly as if frozen in the sky of the earth, and jointly unfold a beautiful picture. Cooking smoke, cooking smoke, white cooking smoke, is the clouds that rise in the earthly world, quiet, distant, peaceful, indifferent. Cooking smoke, cooking smoke, with the heavy breath in the bellows of thousands of households, with the scorching joy and hope in the stove, life and death have endured for a long time, and it has been passed down for thousands of years.

Wuchan looked at it for a long time, and suddenly nodded: "Master, Wuzen knows, Wuzen goes to fast." ”

Lingxiu bowed slightly, and her eyes revealed a bit of pity.

It is not the fault of the little monk that the little monk can eat and drink—Master, Master, there is no Zen and hunger.

The great monk also has to eat and drink, and it is not the fault of the great monk - there is no Zen, no Zen, and the master is hungry.

"Master, Master, let's go!" Wu Chan was impatient, and jumped up and urged again and again. Lingxiu smiled and said, "Go, where are you going?" Wuchan pointed into the distance, and smiled: "There! there! There is smoke!" Lingxiu smiled and got up, carried the noodle bag and strode first: "The big Buddha hall in the world, everyone is giving to me, rather than sitting and eating the empty mountain, it is better to come to the door to beg for food." Go to beg for the Dharma to nourish your life, go down to beg for food and drink to nourish your body, go and go, go and go, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south——"

So, the big monk took the little monk to fast, and as he spoke, he walked towards the place where the smoke rose.

"No worries, everyone calls me a flower monk, why do you say?"

"Master, I don't know anything about Zen. ”

"The flower monk doesn't know, it doesn't work, it doesn't work, there is no solution. ”

"No solution, yes, haha! Master, look, there's a flower butterfly over there!"

"Good, good! The big monk is not as good as the little monk. ”

"No, no, the master has great skills, and Wuzen knows that the master has another name, called-"

"Don't say, don't say, that person is not a monk. ”

A village, more than a dozen families.

The house is simple, and the chickens and dogs don't smell it.

Walking to a house, there was no one on the left and right, and a few rows of sparse hedges served as fences, and the two slightly higher lanes in the middle were half-open and half-closed—

It seems to be a door.

The big monk stopped and nodded, and the little monk went up to call the door.

"The little monk has no Zen, in order to get rid of hunger and thirst, he eats and drinks from all directions, and the monk asks for nothing, the donor should accumulate great merits, a bowl of gruel and a bowl of rice, no Zen is willing to cultivate all goodness, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" The monk stood in front of the door and shouted loudly, his voice was loud and clear, and he was very fluent in speaking, and it was not once or twice to do this depending on the situation. After a while, Wuchan turned around and scratched his head, and said strangely: "Master, there is no one, but there is still smoke on the roof!"

Lingxiu smiled and nodded slightly.

"The little monk has no Zen, in order to get rid of hunger and thirst, he eats and drinks from all directions, and the monk does not ask for much, and the donor should accumulate great merit! A bowl of ......"

After another half of the day, the footsteps in the courtyard started, and a thin man with a yellow face came out, coughing twice and saying weakly: "Little monk, you go to another house, my family has no leftovers for you to eat!" Wuchan took a few steps back, his face flushed and panicked: "Yes, yes, Wuzen knows, Wuzen will leave!" The thin man glanced at him, then looked behind him, sighed, and shook his head. Monk Lingxiu then sighed and nodded. The thin man stopped talking, coughing and turned away.

These two monks came to the door to fast, and they didn't even bring a bowl and bowl, but at first glance they were two wild monks, shaved their heads to cheat and eat and drink! You see that the little monk is full of energy, strong as a calf, and still has this mouthful of food and drink? Look at the big monk's clothes are snow-white, his whole body is clean, and his eyebrows and eyes are quite handsome, where is there a monk? Ha, this word is not bad, but unfortunately it is not a place, a bowl of gruel and a bowl of rice? Lingxiu took a few steps forward and said softly: "Donor, why don't you treat your hot yellow disease?"

The thin man was muttering to himself and walked forward, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he heard the words: "Great monk, how do you know-" Before he finished speaking, his face turned gloomy, and he shook his head and sighed: "Niu Er's appearance is not a human or a ghost, and the same is true for those who are not cured, hey!" Wu Chan slowly moved behind the master and looked at him secretly. This person's appearance is indeed a little scary, his face is yellow, his neck, hands and feet are also yellow, and his whole body is yellow! He was born so yellow and so thin, and he has a big belly, no wonder he is so scared in his heart when he comes out! Yes, yes, Master said that he is sick, don't be afraid, Master must have a way!

Lingxiu stared at the pair of pale yellow eyes, and said seriously: "Donor, if you are sick, you must be cured, your yellow disease is not difficult to treat, and the monk has a little medical ......" Niu Er turned around and left: "Don't take care of me, what can be cured! Die early and be reincarnated! You go, leave quickly!" Lingxiu grabbed him, shook his head again and again, and said: "The donor is careless, although this disease is not hindered for a while, it will be a big trouble! The monk sees that your ascites has accumulated a lot, and when the heat poison is trapped and the liver is herniated, the monk has no ......."

"You monk, you are verbose!" Niu Er couldn't bear to shake his hand, turned his head and said angrily: "Cure the cure, you treat me?" I have no money, do you have medicine?" Lingxiu touched his bald head and said with a smile: "The monk has no medicine, so the monk will go to collect it." Niu Er glared at him fiercely, and walked back and left without saying a word! A liar is a liar, what he said was wild, and in the end he didn't have a! Can't take care of him, don't listen to his nonsense, the most hateful thing in the world is this kind of liar with red lips and white teeth, especially this kind of flower monk who pretends to be a monk and deceives: "Donor, the monk has no medicine on him, but he can cure your illness, come on, show me, the monk is merciful, and the poor monk promises not to take a penny of Ami'......"

"Monk! let go! let go, ahhhh But out of the room was a thin old man, gray hair and wrinkled face, and his throat was snorting like a broken bellows: "This master, cough cough, my Niu Er doesn't know how to be polite, you don't cough like him, see!" Niu Er turned around angrily and shouted: "Dad! These two thieves are liars, you don't pay attention to them!"

"Shut up! Bastard things! Ahem, our grandfather and son are so poor that they can't even open the pot, and there are two singles in a broken room, what can you deceive people? If you are disrespectful to the master, you are disrespectful to the Buddha! Ahem, cough and cough loudly, and raise his crutch to beat Niu Er: "You, you beast! If it weren't for the early death of your mother, your brother would have killed you! I will beat your father to death today, and I will kill you, my mother! What kind of sin have I done, old man!"

The old man pointed at Niu Er and coughed and wheezing, crying until he cried all over the place! This is Niu Er's father, Niu Lao Han came out. It is said that he is an old man, but there are only fifty people, but the hard work and hardships of life have already caused gray hair, and then eroded deep ravines and ravines on the surface. Of course, the years of hardship have sharpened not only these, but also the weathered life experience, and the pair of eyes that distinguish right from wrong! In Niu Laohan's view, these two monks -

Still liars!

Niu Lao Han heard what Niu Er said, and Niu Lao Han also heard what the monk said. I said that Niu Er can't go out, Niu Er has to go out and have a look! Look, look, see if this is not entangled with others, trouble is coming! Niu Er, Niu Er, it's not that Dad said you, you will have to have a little more heart in the future! Niu Lao Han sighed secretly, and then cried at the moment! The son is not successful, and Lao Tzu has to go out, what he said is: There is no money here, no food, no drink, no food, a pair of liars hurry away, where to stay cool!

What about him with a cold eye, it's a pity that life is a play.

"Woo woo! woo!" The little monk on the side cried, his cry was sincere, and he looked even more pitiful: "Master, Master, you help them, Wuzen is so sad in my heart!" Niu Laohan was stunned, and the big monk stepped forward with a smile and said warmly: "Old man, the poor monk is proficient in medical skills, it is better to-" Niu Laohan hurriedly shouted: "My family has no money! No food, no drink, no money!" Lingxiu smiled and turned back: "Wuzen, you go to another house to fast." Wuchan cried and left, and Niu Er sneered on the side: "It's useless to pretend to be pitiful, other families haven't eaten the last meal and haven't eaten the next meal, and it's in vain to go! Hmph, you just ask him to go to the old widow's house in the east of the village, and see if he still cries!"

"No Zen, go to the house in the east of the village. ”

Wuzen cried and left.

"Old man, at this time, when the wheat is not long ripe, how can he be so embarrassed?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Niu Laohan looked at him and didn't speak, his face was full of vigilance. Niu Er snorted coldly: "What do you know about a fake monk? You planted it by you, is it your family? Daddy, you beat me again!" Niu Lao Han took back his crutch and glared at him: "Chew the root of your tongue! Forget what your eldest brother is, how is it, hum!" Niu Er touched his ass and was stunned, lowered his head and stopped talking. Lingxiu was silent for a moment, then turned around: "The monk goes to collect medicine, and he will come back when he goes." Niu Laohan snorted: "Collect medicine and collect medicine, I'm afraid that within a radius of 100 miles, you won't be able to pick a taste!"

"Yuan ginseng and Poria psyllium, bark and reed roots wall grass, no matter what kind of medicine he is, is it good to cure the disease?" Seeing that this fake monk was floating out of the dust, and it was actually a few brushes, Niu Er was hopeful for a while, and said with a smile: "That monk, why don't you pick a few more flavors of it, and by the way, cure my father's old asthma for many years!" The monk smiled again and strode out: "The old man coughs clearly, where is there asthma, smoke a few bags of dry tobacco." ”

"Huh?"

"Dad, why are you so disobedient? and secretly smoke that broken cigarette while I went to the ground!" Niu Er glared angrily and asked loudly!

Niu Laohan smiled awkwardly, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth: "Second, don't you listen to the monk's nonsense, there is nothing to do, where is Dad going to get that tobacco leaf?"

"No, you don't have your hands in your trouser pockets? What is that? Hand it over!"

"No! No, really not! Will Dad still lie to you at his age? Two, ouch! Don't rob, don't rob!"

"And say no? What is this? Dad, you just throw it, let's not smoke it!"

"Hey, old man, I don't have a few years to live, and now I'm smoking a mouthful and taking a sip, two, ah......"

"Don't pretend to be pitiful with me! It's useless to cry, throw it away, you don't throw it at me!"

"Don't give it! Kill me and I won't give it to you! Ouch, don't rob, don't rob, give it to me! Give it to me! Are you my father?"

"Daddy!"

"Son—"

The two of them pulled and pulled and cried and made trouble, and the father and son were really happy.

But I didn't know that the monk Lingxiu who went to collect medicine had already returned from collecting medicine, and passed outside the gate of his house, and at this time he was already in the east of the village.

It was also an earthen house, more dilapidated, more low, with old and long thatch on the roof, but no yard. In front of the dilapidated wooden door that was hidden, the monk Wuzen stood there motionless and silent, as if he had lost his soul. Lingxiu stepped forward and said with a smile: "Wuzen, why don't you go in and turn into a fate?" Wuchan's face was not dry with tears, and he muttered: "Master, Wuzen is afraid, Wuzen doesn't dare, don't dare to go in." Lingxiu smiled, reached out and touched the green scalp, and stepped on the lintel: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, come with the master." ”

There was one bed, one stove and one pot in the house, which was cramped and crowded, but there were four people.

A little boy with a bare ass of four or five years old stood beside the bed, grinning and said, "Mother, there is another bald man, mother! Mother! Look!" A woman sat on the bed with her back and coaxed the baby girl who was crying in her arms, turned her head and smiled apologetically: "Master, drink a bowl of water, San'er, go to the tank to scoop water." "There was an old woman with gray hair lying on the bed, looking at her kindly, just smiling. It's no longer an ordinary scene, it's no longer an ordinary person, why is Wu Zen afraid? Why didn't Wu Zen dare not enter the door, dare not speak, dare not go to ask for that-

A bite of rice?

Wu Zen doesn't understand, Wu Zen is just afraid, Wu Zen is so scared that he doesn't dare to look at it, and he can't help but look at it when he's afraid!

One glance at the dim light and the four walls of the house! One glance at the cold and deserted inside the stove! One glance at the dust on the lid of the pot! One glance at the tattered clothes and vegetable faces! But usual? But ordinary? Look at the little boy skinny, every bone between the ribs can be seen, and his neck is so thin that he can't support his big head! He has a bare buttocks because he has no clothes to wear, which is like this in summer, what about in winter? There is also a smaller, crying softly, like a kitten that has just been born! She wants to cry because she wants to feed but she can't! She only cries, even though she is so hungry that she can't cry! Old woman, old woman, what are you looking at? Those eyes are white and miserable, not the slightest black! Old woman, old woman, what are you laughing at? Who are you talking to silently in the endless darkness!

"Master, little Master, I'm sorry, I don't have anything to eat at home. The woman smiled wearily and turned back, hiding her pale cheeks in the darkness. The little boy was cautiously carrying a broken bowl over, and shouted when he heard the words: "Mother, mother, you are a liar!" said Chong Wuzen and smiled proudly: "My family has something to eat! My mother will take me out to catch insects in a while, and that one can be eaten! Wild vegetables, grass roots, and bark can be eaten!" Wuzen looked at him in a daze, but Wuchan was still speechless, and he didn't know that tears were slowly flowing again.

"No Zen, this is fate, you come to transform. Lingxiu smiled and said. Wu Chan looked around blankly: "Master, no Zen, they don't, no Zen and ......" Lingxiu shook his head and said softly: "People have you without you, how can people not turn into fate without you?" Wu Chan was stunned, stared at Master with wide eyes, and suddenly saw it! Yes, Master! Yes, Wu Chan was overjoyed, and copied a small half bag of fried noodles: "Give! Give it! This is something to eat, I will give it to you!" As he spoke, he gently put the cloth bag on the head of the bed, sighed and patted his bald head: "It's all bad for Wuzen, I ate so much at once, and I sinned Amitabha!"

Lingxiu clasped her palms together, gave a deep salute, turned around and walked out quickly.

"Mother!Mother!What is this?It's so fragrant, can you eat this?" Seeing that the big and small bald heads walked out one after another, the little boy curiously grabbed a handful of golden fried noodles, put it under his nose and sniffed it violently, his expression was deeply intoxicated! Can he eat it! The little boy nodded very affirmatively, and raised his arm high: "Mother! You can eat it first!" Look at the child, look at the cloth bag, look at the old and young, look at the old and young, and look at the empty door, the woman finally couldn't help crying! Cry, cry, cry this world, cry this fate, cry this hard and helpless life, cry out of the sorrow and grievances!

"Mother, mother, don't cry!don't cry!" Seeing his mother crying bitterly, the little boy panicked and hurriedly stretched out his little hand to wipe his mother's tears, but the other hand held the fried noodles tightly! The fried noodles will eventually be eaten, but how can the tears be wiped dry! In the blink of an eye, the little boy was so anxious that he cried, the baby girl kept crying, the woman cried and looked at this, and cried and looked at that, and cried more and more sadly for a while! Old woman, old woman, why don't you cry? You can't see, you can't hear, you just enjoy the world alone, you are willing to sink into the boundless darkness of no sorrow and joy!

The old woman did not cry, for her tears had long since dried up. The flowers that once bloomed in my heart withered day by day with hunger and cold, and the brilliance that once shone in my eyes dimmed with the drying of muddy tears. The old woman couldn't see it, but the old woman heard it, and the old woman's heart knew better than anyone else! Therefore she was laughing, so she did not cry, so she looked at the sound world outside with her dull eyes, and with tears in her heart, she opened her mouth and laughed: "O Bodhisattva! God has opened his eyes!

Lingxiu lowered her head and walked quickly, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Master, Master, let's go!Wu Chan doesn't want to stay here!" Wu Chan pulled Master's sleeve and cried, but he didn't see the tears on Master's face. Lingxiu raised his eyes to the sky, and was already in tears: "Let's go? Why are you leaving? Isn't it good here?" "It's not good, it's not good! It's not good!" Wuzen feels very bad, Wuchan pulls the master's sleeve and cries to leave, Wuxiu has never been so scared as now, scared, scared! Monk Lingxiu smiled, smiled and touched the apprentice's bald head, stared at his eyes and said softly: "Wuzen, is your stomach still hungry?" Wuzen is not hungry, Wuzen only feels that the stomach and chest are full of things, and I don't know what it is!

"Master, little Master!" Wuchan was stunned, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the woman running out with her head and holding the child, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly: "Benefactor! Living Bodhisattva!" Seeing this, Wuchan was shocked when he saw this, and hid behind the master in a panic: "Master! Master!" Lingxiu stood upright, lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and put her palms together to chant Amitabha, and she could see a big head sticking out of the door frame, staring at two big eyes: "San'er! Come here! Kowtow to the two benevolent fathers!" San'er was kowtowing, his small body kneeling on the ground became thinner, and the two pointed shoulder blades stabbed straight into the sky, making the big head surprisingly big!

"Let's go. ”

Wu Chan nodded again and again, but Wu Chan did not follow the master and left, Wu Chan quickly took off his monk's clothes, and ran in three or two steps to drape it on the child's body.

"Master!" Wu Chan caught up with Master and scratched his head.

Lingxiu nodded and smiled, and the two strode forward.

The cry was already behind him.

There is it ahead, too.

The two knelt on the side of the path, looking at each other with teary eyes: "Master, little Master!"

It was the two sons of the Niu family, Niu Laohan whimpered: "Master, the little old man has no eyes, good man! Good man!" Niu Er didn't speak, just looked at the two monks who were considered liars, one big and one small, and tears fell like rain. It's such a small village, this head opened the pot and shouted a sentence to eat, and the other head heard that the food had not yet been served on the table. The cry is earth-shattering, who can't hear it? The past is vivid, and who can't see it? It can't be true or false, what is right or wrong, if such a person is a liar, why not deceive him for the rest of his life?

Moved, moved, in an instant, the people in the village gathered in twos and threes, all of them were moved;

Talking, talking, what is this shirtless and blushing face and the beautiful and smiling big monk who is silent?

He came, he came, they were all here, why did he cry? Why did he cry? Why did they cry? I waited for my life like an ant, poor and poor, but not humble—you, you, you, for whom did the head fall? For whom did the knees fall? Why did you kneel these two sudden strangers? He, and he, what great benefits did he give you! Get up, get up—Lingxiu didn't want to stay long, stepped forward and handed the herbs in his hand to the old man, and whispered a few words, and then called Wuchan and left in a hurry.

The sky is vast, and the sky is clear.

In the land, in the field, by the path, where there is no longer any human habitation.

Lingxiu looked back suddenly, and tears flowed again-

Heaven and earth are speechless, all the sounds are harmonious, and a low Sanskrit chant sounded between the worlds: "I and the donor half of the monk's robe, the donor takes off my suffering, I and the donor have a bowl of water, and the donor gives me 100,000 compassions." The donor worships the monk, the monk worships the Buddha, the Buddha worships the monk, the monk can't bear it, the monk is born, the monk is born, the monk is born, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. Monk Lingxiu knelt on his knees, clasped his palms together and chanted in a low voice. He immediately got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully nine times in the direction he came: "No Zen, come." ”

Wu Chan knelt on the ground, followed suit, and honestly kowtowed nine times.

"Wuzen, do you have anything to say?"

"No, Master. ”

"Wuzen, are you cold?"

"It's not cold, Master. ”

"Wuzen, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, Master. ”

"Without Zen, you can't lie. ”

"I'm hungry, Master. ”

Lingxiu smiled and got up, and pulled the little monk: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, go with the master." ”;