The atmosphere in the entire room was extremely quiet and depressing.
No one spoke, and they all looked at the bodies of the old monk and the young monk next to them.
We were the ones who bumped into each other, so of course we are at fault.
Now that the body is right in front of us, seeing it with our own eyes cannot be faked.
We originally suspected that this was the old monk's plan, but how could he, a monk, have such a vicious plan?
Risking his apprentice's life.
No, I didn’t dare to think about it anymore.
I could only look at the old monk blankly and see what he said.
No matter what, I had to convince him not to report the crime.
I had to keep it secret.
I could pay any amount of money, although I knew that life could not be It’s measured in money, but now the only thing we can do to make up for it is money.
"I brought up Lingjin and Lingmu.
They were both orphans and were abandoned at the gate of the temple."
The old monk took a deep breath and kept fiddling with the rosary beads in his hand.
"We understand how you feel at the moment."
My grandfather took over and said: "The three children were also adopted by me.
Although they were adopted, the relationship between them is closer than many blood relationships."
The old monk glanced at us, then looked at my grandfather, and said in a low voice: "Although Buddhism and Taoism have their own teachings, they share some common aspects, such as persuading people to do good deeds, accumulating good deeds and eliminating evil, etc. " "Yes."
Grandpa agreed and did not continue speaking.
"You don't have to worry that I will call the police to arrest you.
I also said that Lingmu will suffer this disaster and it is destined to be good.
His misfortune has already happened.
I believe he does not want another person to go to jail.
Zhong Zai suffered misfortune, Ling Mu is kind-hearted, I believe he will do the same. " "Thank you."
Fatty cried bitterly.
"Donor, I know that maybe this incident will leave a shadow in your heart, and maybe this shadow will stay with you for a lifetime, but what I hope more is that you learn this lesson and avoid similar things happening again.
Also, I hope that your For the rest of my life, I can do good deeds and do as many good deeds as I can," the old monk said, looking at the fat man.
"I understand, thank you Master."
The fat man bowed to the old monk repeatedly as if he had been granted amnesty.
Then the old monk looked at me and said happily: "The little benefactor is indeed destined to be my Buddha.
Yesterday, the benefactor donated blood to save my disciple.
The old monk used the sword as a guide to carve words on the palm of your hand to condense the Buddhist thoughts in your blood. in the palm of your hand, otherwise these thoughts If the power is in your blood, it will be wasted and will have no effect.
This word condenses the power of Buddhism and is a powerful method.
It has unexpected effects when dealing with evil sycophants.
I hope that the little donor can use this method to serve the people.
Eliminate evil and do more good deeds.”
"That's it."
I frowned slightly, but still said thank you: "Thank you, Master, for your help, but my hair..."
"This is what I meant when I just said that you have a predestined relationship with my Buddha.
I just carved the words yesterday, and today the little donor has realized the root of wisdom.
The disappearance of all the troubles in his head is a sign of realizing the root of wisdom."
The old monk explained.
"Wisdom Root" I almost vomited blood.
I said in disbelief: "Master, what is the use of this wisdom root and how do you see it?"
"This root of wisdom is not a specific thing.
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It talks about a state, understanding.
It lies in the human heart.
I can't explain it to you in detail.
After all, it is something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed.
There are many things in Buddhism Eminent monk, meditate Throughout my life, I was unable to realize the root of wisdom until the time of my death.
I didn’t expect that the donor would realize the root of wisdom at a young age.
The donor was a man of great luck and had a predestined relationship with me, Amitabha.”
After the old monk finished speaking, he clasped his hands together. , bowing to me.
Although I didn't understand, I clasped my hands together and quickly returned the gift.
"Master, no one wants this to happen.
The dead are dead, and the living are also sad.
We would like to donate some lamp oil money to cultivate merit for the young monk and repair Lingquan Temple.
We hope you will accept it."
Grandpa said. explain.
"Amitabha, Taoist Master, Buddhism has strict precepts.
Burning precepts and scars prohibits the seven emotions and six desires.
What is cultivated is the root of wisdom, while Taoism is cultivating the Taoist heart.
In fact, to put it bluntly, they are all the same thing, that is, cultivating the heart.
If you are too deeply involved in the world, your heart will be cultivated.
If you are tainted with the odor of too much money, you will be obsessed with money.
If money covers your eyes, you will not be able to cultivate your state of mind."
The old monk said calmly.
"The poor man has learned a lesson, and the master is very virtuous."
Grandpa stopped talking.
"Okay, that's it.
The poor monk will continue to recite the Purana for the spiritual tree until it is seven days and seven nights before it is buried.
You can go back, we can handle it ourselves."
The old monk waved his hand.
"Let us stay and chant sutras with you."
Grandpa suggested.
"No need."
The old monk refused directly.
"Forget it, let's go back."
Grandpa said goodbye to the old monk, and then took us out of the room one by one and down to the tower.
After leaving the tower, no one could tell what they were feeling.
At least I feel more guilty than yesterday.
I originally came here to ask questions, but I didn't expect it would turn out like this.
And I don’t understand what the old monk said about the root of wisdom.
As far as I understand it, it is extremely smart.
I can't see any change except my bald head.
If the words in the palm of the hand can glow as a sign of wisdom, then that is the only thing about it.
"Let's go."
Grandpa sighed and led us towards the door.
Then we passed by the canteen and recalled the vegetarian food we had last night.
The vegetarian food was really delicious, but it made us feel guilty.
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We didn’t bring any money today, otherwise we would have to donate more.
There is a large tea field behind the cafeteria.
I heard that all the vegetables eaten in the temple are grown by the monks themselves, and they should be grown in this vegetable field.
But now the vegetable field is surrounded by a greenhouse, and the scene inside cannot be clearly seen.
I was curious, wondering what kind of vegetables they grew.
But when I think about what I saw on TV, monks grow vegetables using sewage from septic tanks as fertilizer.
Thinking about what I ate last night, my stomach churns.
But curiosity got the better of me.
When I passed by the greenhouse, I couldn't help but close my eyes and feel the scene in the greenhouse.
It's okay that I don't feel it.
When I saw the mirror inside, I felt bad all over.
I was almost scared to death.
There are a lot of vegetables inside, including cabbage, mustard greens, cauliflower, lettuce, etc.
You can see vegetables from several seasons in one greenhouse.
But in the long stretch of vegetable field in the middle, I saw clumps of things that looked like hair covering the ground.
What on earth are these?
Are they really hair?
My mind was racing, how could there be hair in this vegetable patch?
Where did all this hair come from?
Is it the hair shaved off by the monk who became a monk?
Or is it collected by the monk from other barber shops?
But what is this hair used for?
Is it used as fertilizer?
Besides the fact that hair is made of blood, will it rot and turn into soil for nutrients?
I originally thought that the septic tank was used as a source of nourishment, but I didn’t expect to see something so disgusting and horrifying.
What on earth is going on?
Does this have anything to do with my hair loss?
When I thought of this, I suddenly opened my eyes, and a bad premonition came to my mind
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