Zhang Bin and Zhao Min are fortunate enough to be the believers who offer incense sticks today.
This is a very special honor in the hearts of Buddhist believers.
They feel that if you put the incense stick on it, the Buddha will definitely pay special attention to you, and your petitions will be given priority.
Of course, this is just a good wish in the hearts of believers.
In the treasure hall, except for the golden body of Buddha, other parts of the hall looked very simple and did not have a sense of splendor.
However, the monks sitting on both sides of the hall chanting Buddhist sutras shocked Zhang Bin far more than those splendors.
The decoration is more realistic.
After the two people came out after making their wishes, people from behind also came up one after another.
They were all a little disappointed to see that the first fragrance was gone.
On the platform going down the mountain in front, there are some chairs, the kind that can be carried by two people.
This is specially prepared for the elderly who come up to petition.
If there is no one to carry the chair, you can ask the temple monks to help.
Zhao Min went to the toilet, while Zhang Bin walked around the palace.
It was a rare visit, and of course he hoped to see everything here.
Next to the treasure hall, an old monk wearing a patched monk's robe was slowly sweeping the floor, slowly, Really slow.
But there seemed to be nothing worth sweeping up on the ground.
This scene gave Zhang Bin an unreal feeling, always feeling like it was in slow motion.
The old monk, the sweeping monk, is he really the big boss?
Zhang Bin took two steps forward, and the old monk suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.
Zhang Bin stopped, not daring to go any further.
"Master", Zhang Bin really felt that this old monk was not simple at this time.
The old monk ignored Zhang Bin and continued sweeping the floor.
"There is nothing on the ground, what is Master sweeping?"
Zhang Bin asked.
"Sweep away the dirt of the past life, sweep away the inner obsessions, and sweep away all unnecessary things," the master said slowly while sweeping.
Zhang Bin was confused, mainly because the word past life made him feel something.
However, the master took the initiative to ask at this time: "This is the first time this donor has come to this temple."
"Yes, Master, can you give me some advice?"
Zhang Bin clasped his hands together and said respectfully.
"I don't dare to give enlightenment, but I have something to say to the donor," the old monk said.
"Please give me some enlightenment, Master," Zhang Bin said, bending slightly.
"Cause and effect in the world have their own laws, reincarnations will occur throughout the world, life will be vain, sentient beings will have no salvation, and life will have no pursuits."
The old monk stopped his movements and put his right hand on his chest, as if he was reciting Buddhist Dharma to Zhang Bin.
Zhang Bin felt like there was a loud bang in his head, as these words seemed to go straight into his heart, peeking into his past and present lives.
Endless reincarnations, a life of futility, no limit to living beings, no pursuits in life.
Zhang Bin kept repeating this sentence in his mind, and his whole heart began to calm down.
"Ancestor, abbot, please come over."
A monk wearing a yellow robe came over and said to the old monk respectfully.
Zhang Bin took a look and saw that this was a monk's robe that could only be worn by the deacons of Qingxin Temple.
The old monk turned out to be an ancestor.
Zhang Bin couldn't figure out what his status was.
"Donor, I haven't finished sweeping the land yet, would you like to continue?"
the old monk looked at Zhang Bin with a smile and asked.
"Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment.
I am willing," Zhang Bin said respectfully.
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The old monk left, but Zhang Bin took the broom and continued sweeping.
After Zhao Min came out, he didn't see Zhang Bin in front.
After looking for it, he saw him sweeping the floor slowly with a broom.
"Binbin, what are you doing?"
Zhao Min asked in confusion.
"I got the master's guidance and practiced here," Zhang Bin said with a smile, and began to speak more leisurely.
"Master, have you seen the abbot?"
Zhao Min asked excitedly.
"Buddha said, don't say it," Zhang Bin gave up.
Zhao Min asked Zhang Bin when he would leave, but Zhang Bin said he didn't know.
Zhao Min originally planned to stay with Zhang Bin, but thought that her parents were coming soon and had to go back.
"Then you come down early, I have to go back first."
Zhao Min saw that Zhang Bin really had no intention of going down the mountain, so he had to go down first.
Perhaps because of his mother's influence, Zhao Min believes very much in the cause and effect that Buddhism emphasizes.
He feels that Zhang Bin's enlightenment in major events is the reason for his deep blessings.
"Be careful," Zhang Bin warned.
The master hasn't come back yet, so he doesn't dare to throw down the broom and leave privately.
Zhang Bin's sweeping lasted all day.
The phone rang several times during this period, but he didn't answer it.
Cultivation is also an attitude.
If you don't answer the phone, you won't die.
Zhao Min knew that he was practicing and would not make a phone call.
Most of the calls from other people are business matters, so it doesn't matter if it's a day or two late.
In the evening, the sky had darkened, and the master finally reappeared.
"Master", Zhang Bin put the broom on his chest and clasped his hands together.
"The donor must be hungry after sweeping the ground all day.
This is the temple's vegetarian meal.
If the donor doesn't mind it, you can have some."
The old monk held a bowl of rice and handed it to Zhang Bin himself.
Zhang Bin quickly took it with both hands, and the old monk took the opportunity to take the broom.
He was indeed hungry and didn't eat at noon.
It seemed that everyone in the temple ignored him.
After dinner, the old monk smiled and said: "It's getting late, why don't you just rest here for one night and go down the mountain tomorrow?"
"Thank you, Master," Zhang Bin agreed.
The place where Zhang Bin lives seems to be the old monk's courtyard.
It is very small, with two rooms, and a young monk helps take care of it.
While the young monks were cleaning up the house, they looked at Zhang Bin with envy.
They told Zhang Bin that they heard from the deacon in the temple that the ancestor’s house had not received guests for more than 20 years.
Zhang Bin was a little surprised and asked the old monk's age.
A young monk told him that the deacon said that the ancestor was one hundred and eight years old.
The old monk didn't come to Zhang Bin until he fell asleep, which made him a little disappointed.
On the second day, Zhang Bin seemed to hear the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures.
This was the monks doing morning prayers.
Zhang Bin got up and opened the door.
It was still dark outside.
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Zhang Bin left the courtyard.
At this time, the outside was quiet, and all the monks were gathered in the palace.
Zhang Bin did not dare to go over and disturb others' practice, so he returned to the yard.
The old monk seemed to be no longer in the room.
Zhang Bin was a little surprised.
He was not sleeping deeply, but he didn't hear when the old monk came in or went out all night.
It wasn't until the morning class was over and the bell rang that Zhang Bin left the yard.
"Good morning, donor."
Along the way, every monk Zhang Bin saw would greet him with a very respectful expression.
Zhang Bin was still a little uncomfortable with this, but he still returned the greetings one by one.
Zhang Bin walked through the palace and came to the place where the old monk was yesterday.
He was still sweeping the floor there.
"Donor, can you rest well?"
the old monk saw Zhang Bin and asked with a smile.
"Thank you, Master, for staying.
I'm here to say goodbye," Zhang Bin said.
The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "The benefactor's fate in this world has not ended, so he cannot stay for a long time.
If you don't dislike him in the future, you can come to this temple again, and I will sweep the couch to welcome you."
"Thank you, Master."
Zhang Bin suddenly knelt down and bowed to the old monk.
The old monk accepted it happily, then walked towards Zhang Bin, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and handed them to Zhang Bin.
"Yesterday, the donor took the blame for me, and this string of beads was given to me by me."
Zhang Bin looked at this string of Buddhist beads.
The surface had been frosted very smooth, and there was a strange fragrance coming from it.
Moreover, the old monk carried it with him, so it must be a Buddhist treasure.
"Master, this is too precious, and I dare not accept it," Zhang Bin said.
"Buddhism emphasizes that everything should be left to chance.
I have a close relationship with the donor, so I will give this rosary to someone who is destined," the old monk said with a smile.
Zhang Bin finally took it, then bid farewell to the old monk again and went down the mountain
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