The little monk was fourteen years old, and he was reluctantly arranged by the master to take care of the little benefactor who came down the mountain.
He walked to the mountain spring, and sure enough, it was two and a half old children, sitting quietly there watching the mountains and waters.
The boy was already nine years old, pink-carved, handsome but with obvious cold resistance, and there was a girl standing beside him, a little younger, who seemed to be his maid, and the description, timid, but still strong and calm, obedient and pitiful.
"My name is Mingkong, and Master asked me to take care of you.
I said, don't stand in the wind, you two little babies, Master has to blame me if you catch a cold. ” Although the little monk is a newcomer, but quite a wisdom root, is the temple focus on the cultivation of the object, do these trivial things of course he felt overkill, after all, delayed his study of Buddhism, but the master said that this is his tempering, he has no choice but to bite the bullet.
"Mingkong, my name is Qi Su, I'm not a baby."
The boy stood up and looked at the little monk opposite coldly, and his tone was not good.
Mingkong heard that he had just lost his father, so he didn't bother to be angry with him, so he turned to smile at the girl next to him and said, "What about you, what's your name?"
” The little girl has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she is quite good-looking at a young age.
She had just been bought by the old lady, and the little monk was the first person she had seen smiling at her here, and he smiled like the sun rising in the sky in the early morning, warm and beautiful.
The little girl was not so scared, she tugged at the corner of her clothes, and a cautious smile pulled at her lips in response.
"Brother Mingkong, my name is Ziyan."
When the little monk heard the word 'brother', he was stunned, and said with a half-loud smile: "Forget it, you are still young, and when you are older, you will call me Master Mingkong." ” "Hmm!"
* The little monk is sixteen years old, and he has to go on a long trip, and he doesn't know when he will come back.
At the foot of the mountain, two children were bidding farewell to a teenager, one was full of tears in his eyes, and the other was full of reluctance in his cold eyes.
"Brother Mingkong, how long will it take for you to come back."
The little girl, who is two years old, is still crying earth-shatteringly, with a handful of snot and tears.
Mingkong leaned down and brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes with the hem of his sleeve, "I'll be back soon, I'm just going to travel, not to other temples." ” The little boy said coldly: "They said that you are going to go for half a year, which is also very soon." ” The girl cried even more when she heard this.
The little monk glanced at the boy and ignored him, "Ziyan, you help me make a robe, and I will definitely come back before you finish it." ” "Really?"
Qi Su: "Hmph, Ziyan, you still believe him, he must have lied to you." ” The little girl stood between the two of them, sobbing and turning her head, "Childe, do you believe that the slave maid, Brother Mingkong is a monk, and he never deceives people." ” Later, the little monk returned to Fuyuan Temple after half a year.
This time there was only the girl alone, she stood at the gate of the temple, holding the robe that had been done slowly for half a year and was missing the last button, jumping and waving, "Brother Mingkong, I knew you didn't lie to me, I haven't finished it yet, you will come back!"
” The little monk saw her smile like a flower, and his heart chuckled, and his heart was not good.
Master, I know, what you're talking about is grinding. * The little monk was twenty years old, and he also changed his name and became a dignified monk.
The girl has been down the mountain for a year, but every few months she has to ride a chariot and go up to Fuyuan Temple to deliver some clothing and supplies.
"Ming-Master Xinchen, this is the robe I made, and I will show you if it fits."
"The donor doesn't have to bother, the poor monks have enough money in the temple, and there is no need to waste it."
"Master Xinchen, but I made it myself..."
The monk's complexion was plain, and his eyes were not sad or joyful, "The poor monk said that the relationship between the donor and the poor monk was broken before leaving the temple a year ago, and the donor should not be obsessed with it." ” girlish Looking up, as if he hadn't heard, he raised his smile as before, "Master Xinchen, then I won't bring any clothes next time, can I make some plain food and send it." ” "Donor, you don't have to come back in the future."
At the foot of the empty mountain, only the girl was left alone, standing at the tuyere for a long time. * The great monk was over twenty-five years old and became the acting presiding officer of the temple, but he was always unwilling to be the presiding officer.
One day someone came from the foot of the mountain.
The little guy cried and finished speaking, and took out a letter: "Master Xinchen, Sister Ziyan left a letter before following Madame, saying that it was for you, and Gongzi asked me to send it." ” Xinchen took the letter, and there was a little invisible tremor in his hand, "Thank you, donor." ” In the middle of the night, when no one was around, he dared to open the letterhead, which was only four short words.
"Brother Mingkong." *** "Uncle Xinchen, it's time to get in."
"Hmm."
Xinchen opened his eyes, and it was pitch black outside.
He got up and pushed the door, holding a string of light-grained wooden beads in his left hand, and a small old candle in his right hand, the light of which was dim and dim, barely illuminating the road ahead, but he walked smoothly.
After walking for more than ten years, he can probably walk down the mountain without candles, even if he doesn't need candles.
At the entrance of the temple, the new novice who got up early to sweep the floor looked at Xinchen's back and asked the seniors beside him, "Senior brother, do you know whose grave is at the foot of the mountain?"
Uncle Xinchen seems to go every morning, and I heard that he has been there for more than ten years. ” The senior brother pondered for a while, "It was a benefactor who used to live in our temple, and he died with her wife and was buried at the foot of our Fuyuan Temple. ” "Oh."
The newcomer nodded incomprehensibly. ...
At the foot of the mountain, behind the boulder, there is a mound of graves, clean and free of weeds, and the name of the deceased is simply engraved on the tablet.
Xinchen stretched out his hand to brush away the dust on the stele, "I remembered many things today. ” The words stopped abruptly, and after a long time, he closed his eyes and muttered, "Why do you have to be like this, you have no home to return to, and you want to be buried here." ” The morning light began to shine through, and Xinchen took the candle lamp and turned around and walked towards the stone steps of the mountain gate.
Such as the daily for more than ten years.
He dusted off his robe, and began to bow down from the first step, and the lonely, thin figure mixed in the misty morning mist in the middle of the mountain, slowly but reverently ascended little by little, gradually approaching the top of the mountain.
[The disciple's six roots are not pure, and he does not dare to blaspheme the Dharma, but the Buddha is merciful and purifies everyone] [But I beg that there will be her among all the people.] 】 ...
Xinchen woke up, opened his eyes and saw the sky, as if he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he has been dreaming a lot lately, I don't know if he is still dreaming.
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"Mingkong, Mingkong, Master called you over!"
A monk came over excitedly to pull him up, and Xinchen looked at him, and it was clear that he was the senior brother who had been ordained when he first entered the temple.
Seeing that he was silent, the senior brother patted him on the shoulder, "I know that I am lazy here, and I don't want to go!"
” "What did you say?"
Senior brother stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Xinchen, was he sleepy, "Master said, there are two little donors at the foot of the mountain, I want you to take care of them, you move quickly, they are waiting in the mountain spring." ” The heart is stagnant, so it is.
He folded his hands and bowed to the sky, "My Buddha, compassion." ”