Fuyuan Temple is located in the middle of the Fushan Mountain, and the front and rear yards together are not as large as the two courtyards of the ordinary regulations in Yangzhou City.
Although the place is small, the incense is very prosperous, only a dozen pilgrims are allowed to enter the incense every day, and the people of Yangzhou who line up to record in the books have a thick half book.
Among the poor and homeless, there are many families who want to abandon their children and throw their swaddling clothes at the gate of the temple at night, chanting the Buddha's kindness and asking for a bite of food.
Mingkong is one of them, and the first word that can be written is the Buddha of the Buddha.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, he has become a fourteen-year-old boy, immersed in Buddhism since he was a child, and his heart is not distracted.
Mingkong is naturally intelligent, handsome and temperamental, whether it is the master and brother in the temple, or the occasional Buddha pilgrim, they all take him as the candidate for the future host, and there are often people who pity such a good young man, who has never seen Hongchen.
On this day, Mingkong sat in the courtyard as usual and studied the Dharma.
"Little Brother Mingkong!"
"Huh?"
Mingkong put down the Buddhist scriptures and smiled gently when he looked up at the visitor, "Senior Brother Mingjing, but the master is looking for me?"
” The boy's voice during the voice change period was hoarse, which did not match the delicate face, but his tone was like a spring breeze in April, and he was reluctant to shout loudly after listening to it, and continued to suppress his voice: "Well, but the master is asking you to go directly to the mountain spring, there are two little donors who will temporarily live in Fuyuan Temple in the future, and the master said that they will be taken care of by you."
"Is this an experience?"
Mingjing nodded, although he didn't understand why taking care of the two children was an experience, but what the master said was true.
Mingkong chuckled, "Okay, senior brother, I know." ” ...
Mingkong walked slowly to the mountain spring, and sure enough, he saw two children, who were quietly watching the mountains and water.
The boy sat on a large stone near the spring, carved in pink and jade, and looked very good, but his face was too pale, and he looked like a sick seedling with weak energy, and the senior brother said that he had been poisoned, so he came here to recuperate.
There was a little girl standing beside him, who should be his attendant, but she looked timid, but she was still very calm, very pitiful.
Mingkong was only four or five years older than them, but he was abandoned and grew up in the temple since he was a child, and his mind was much more mature.
It's just that in the past, I faced the senior brothers, and suddenly met the younger ones, and inevitably brought the demeanor of a 'big brother'.
"My name is Mingkong, Master called me to take care of you, the spring breeze is precipitous, will it be cold for you to sit here."
"Ahem——。"
The boy coughed twice when he heard this, and looked at him with cold eyes, without tone, "My name is Qi Su." ” Mingkong knew that he had just lost his father and mother, and he didn't mind his alienated attitude, so he smiled and turned to the girl next to him, "What about you, what's your name?"
” The little girl has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she is already very good at a young age.
She had just been bought by the old lady, and Mingkong was the first person she had seen smiling at her since she was sold, and he smiled like the sun rising in the sky in the early morning, warm and beautiful.
The little girl was not so afraid, she tugged at the corner of her clothes, and a cautious smile pulled at her lips in response.
"Slave maid, slave maid's name is Ziyan."
Mingkong frowned slightly, and his voice was gentle, "Ziyan, all beings are equal, you don't have to call yourself so much to me." ” Equal...
The little girl's face flushed, she lowered her head and added embarrassedly, "Yes, Brother Mingkong." ” Mingkong heard the word 'brother', and he froze for a while before he smiled: "Forget it, you are still young, when you are older, you will call me Master Mingkong, you know." ” The little girl looked at the boy who was a few years older than her, and after a pause, nodded vigorously, "Okay, Ziyan knows." ” ...
Taking care of two and a half old children, Mingkong didn't understand what the master's so-called experience was.
But he still did his duty seriously, and every day when he got up early and finished his morning class, he would come over for them Preparing meals, two months have passed unconsciously, the boy is less talkative, and the girl often follows him like a little tail.
Every morning in front of the wooden house, she would wait at the door, Mingkong was used to it, but she didn't see it today.
Until she finished breakfast, she was still not there, and Ming Kong was worried. suddenly remembered that she was going to the foot of the mountain every seven days to get the tonic sent by the Qi family, could it be that something happened on the mountain road?
Mingkong hurried to the mountain gate, and halfway through, the limping little girl also saw him, she squeezed out a miserable smile, "Brother Mingkong, the tonic fell under the mountain wall, I can't pick it up." ” Mingkong glanced at the girl's ankle stained with mud on the cloth socks, the slightly distorted shape was obviously a bruise, "Don't worry, Feng Zhi won't blame you." ” He stepped forward quickly, clenched his hands into fists, picked up the little girl horizontally and walked up the mountain, and the fourteen-year-old little monk had no distractions in his heart.
It's the same with a little girl, but it's at this age that it's easiest to remember how good others are to her.
"Brother Mingkong, you are so good to me, I will always be good to you in the future."
Mingkong bowed his head and smiled gently, "Okay." ” *** The two children have been in the mountain temple for two years, and they are both quiet and quiet without talking or causing trouble.
The monks and the novices liked them very much, and so did Mingkong.
Even though he was calmer than his peers, he was actually only a fifteen-year-old boy, who had been abandoned by his relatives at birth, and suddenly had two younger ones to rely on him, and he was a little new and even more indescribably satisfied.
He was so frightened that he couldn't help but wonder how Master should deal with these emotions, and Master replied to him that this was practice.
What to repair?
[Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire are all vain, your wisdom is excellent, and the tribulation is getting heavier, and your cultivation is red dust and delusion. 】 Is he delusional?
The sky is incomprehensible.
He lowered his eyes and thought about it, and unconsciously walked to the remote cabin, his thoughts interrupted by a sob.
Looking up, the girl was crouching in the corner with her legs crossed and crying.
"Ziyan, what's wrong with you."
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The girl heard Mingkong's voice, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, and sobbed: "Brother Mingkong, the old lady said that you want me to be a son's room in the future..."
The girl from a poor family is precocious, she knows what it means, she is a plaything that is worse than a concubine, and more importantly, she is not greedy for her son.
Regarding this kind of mortal world, Mingkong didn't know how to comfort him, but looking at the girl's tears, he didn't seem to feel very comfortable, "Can't you refuse?"
” When asked, Mingkong himself was also startled, everything has a certainty, he shouldn't have said that.
The girl didn't notice that something was wrong, so her tears stopped for a while, "The old lady bought the death deed, I can't help but listen." ” "No, ask Fengzhi."
Thinking of the cold master, the girl stopped crying, bit her lip and made up her mind, 'kicked' and ran to the boy's room next door, and before leaving, she turned back and said, "Don't go, wait for me for a while." ” Not long after, the tears on the girl's face did not dry, but she ran back with a smile, "Brother Mingkong!
” "Huh?"
Looking at her expression, Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
The girl smiled, "Childe said that he wouldn't want me, he had a marriage contract, and he had it when he was a baby, so he didn't look for anyone else." ” "Oh."
Mingkong stared at her smile a little dazed, he seemed to understand half of the delusion.
The girl sat down on the stone steps of the vacant seat next to Mingkong, her face was red and her voice was weak, I don't know whether to say it to herself or to Mingkong, "Actually, I still like gentle people like Brother Mingkong, and when I laugh, it's like the sun."
Ming Kong chuckled in his heart.
He finally saw that little bit of his delusion. *** Time passed, Ming Kong was sixteen years old, and the boy and girl had been in Fuyuan Temple for three years, and they had grown into teenagers and girls.
The three of them are very familiar, whenever they get together, Mingkong always reads Buddhist scriptures, the teenager always reads books, and the girl alone carries tea and water, Mingkong remembers that she is quieter than when she was a child, and always likes to listen to him read scriptures when she is free.
Perhaps, she also has a lot of wisdom, Mingkong shook his head, he often thinks of her unconsciously recently, this is not good, he should go back and recite the scriptures.
Put your mind aside for a while, and continue walking towards the cliff on foot in the open sky.
Every month, he spent a day on the cliffs behind the springs, and the birds that died when they hit the cliffs were overdue.
On this day, the sky was overcast, it was drizzling, and there were no dead birds at the foot of the cliff, but this was a good thing, Mingkong smiled slightly, and got up to leave.
Suddenly, there was a pain in his ankle, and when he looked down, there was a gray-headed poisonous snake that bit him, and the four tooth marks were soon black and swollen, and the poisonous snake swayed and spit out snake letters, and disappeared into the grass in a chic manner.
Mingkong bent down, frowned and squeezed out the black blood, endured the palpitations that gradually rose, and the pace of his feet quickened, he had to go back to the temple to take medicine earlier.
His chest was stuffy, his head was heavy, he couldn't resist the dizziness, he fell crooked under a pine tree next to him, and the moment his consciousness was scattered, uncontrollably, the face of a girl who had been watching for three years appeared in his mind again.
After some time, he seemed to hear someone shouting at him.
"Brother Mingkong, Brother Mingkong!"
The body felt supported by the soft little hands, Mingkong opened his eyes with difficulty, and the thin appearance of the girl appeared in front of the eyes, and his pale lips opened and closed: "How did you come?"
” The girl looked at the black blood on his ankle and cried hard, "You are half an hour late for lunch today, so I will come out to look for you." ” Mingkong wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, only to realize that he had no strength at all.
"I'm fine, you go and shout, Senior Brother Mingjing, come here."
She is a woman, where can she move him?
Mingkong took a breath, and before he finished speaking, he saw the girl gritting her teeth and looking at him with determination in her eyes.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to stop it, the girl had already lowered her head and covered the wound on his ankle with her mouth and desperately adsorbed, the piercing pain and the numbness of being touched intimately for the first time hit Mingkong's mind at the same time, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't push it away at all.
In the last moment of coma, Mingkong only had time to spit out one word, "Don't." ” The girl ignored him, and after so long, there was not much black blood that could be sucked out, but the girl still concentrated on sucking several mouthfuls in succession, and after spitting for the last time, the blood finally turned bright red completely, and her lips were slightly purple.
The rain stopped for a while, and began to fall again, not big but prolonged and disturbing, the girl's body was thin, and the strength came from nowhere, obviously trembling all over, she could still carry Mingkong on her back.
The rain-soaked stone steps could slip if they were not careful, and several times, if it were not for the support of trees next to them, the girl would almost have planted a big heel.
After doing this several times, she simply took off her embroidered shoes and socks, and walked barefoot on the stone floor.
"Brother Mingkong, wait a little longer, we'll be there soon, don't you sleep."
The girl tilted her head back and said loudly in Mingkong's ear.
The mountain road was rough and full of sharp rocks, and the soles of her feet would inevitably be punctured with her bare feet, but because of this, she was not eroded by the residual snake venom, so that later, as soon as she was dizzy, she deliberately stepped on sharp gravel.
The pain and sobriety that she had sought in this way took her to the door of Fuyuan Temple with great difficulty.
"Brother Mingkong, we're here!"
Mingkong, who was lying on her shoulder, saw half of the girl's face looking back at the moment when she opened her eyes.
She laughed too much, and from then on, a scar burned in his heart. *** In the fourth year they stayed, Mingkong was seventeen years old, and the host asked him to go on a long trip to experience hardships and hardships, and he could only come back when he had an understanding.
Mingkong was afraid that they would be reluctant, so he was about to secretly go down the mountain at night, but when he arrived at the foot of the mountain, there were already two black figures waiting there.
"Childe said, you will go secretly." few The woman's eyes were full of tears, pulling the corner of Mingkong's clothes.
The young man spoke coldly, but his tone was almost inaudible reluctant, "Mingkong, when will you come back." ” Mingkong looked up at the young man, still in that gentle tone, "I'll be back soon, I'm just going to travel, not to other temples, you remember to listen to Senior Brother Mingjing." ” "They said you're going to go for half a year, and that's pretty fast."
Mingkong smiled helplessly, "Since you all know, why do you still have to ask me." ” The boy turned his head awkwardly, and the girl cried even more when she heard this.
Mingkong couldn't hear her sobbing even more than in the previous two years, and bent down to brush the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes with his hand through the sleeve of the robe, "Ziyan, you help me make a robe, and I will definitely come back before you finish it." ” “....
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Really, really?
The girl swallowed tears.
"Well, monks don't speak."
"Good!"
Later, Mingkong 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 know that you didn't lie to me, I haven't finished it yet, you will come back!"
” Mingkong saw her smile like a flower, and his heart suddenly stinged.
After leaving for half a year, he thought that the scar would be better, but he didn't expect it to sneak out again with just one glance. *** At the end of the five-year period, after bidding farewell to the two of them down the mountain, Mingkong walked into the precept hall of Fuyuan Temple with a calm face.
That place is in charge of Senior Brother Mingyuan, and he said to Senior Brother early in the morning that he would wait for him here today.
"Mingkong, do you really want to do this?"
Mingyuan stood in the precept hall with a thick long wooden stick, and asked with a frown.
Mingkong knelt down straight, and there was a crisp sound between his knees and the stone slab, "Please punish Senior Brother heavily." ” "But what have you done to punish me?"
"Demons."
Mingyuan held the stick, listening to the vague answer, he couldn't beat this warm-tempered little junior brother, he shouted: "You said, what kind of precept did you violate, otherwise how would I fight!"
” Mingkong shook his head, closed his eyes, and sighed, "Senior brother, hit the heaviest." ” Mingyuan sighed, and could only close his eyes and pull off the wooden stick, bang-it was the muffled sound of a hard object hitting the bone, and again, again, as if there was a thousand catties of force, hitting Mingkong's thin back.
"Is it enough?"
"Not enough."
It's hard again.
Mingyuan had tears in his eyes, "Say, that's enough." ” Mingkong's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he looked up at his senior brother and smiled, "I see, it's still not enough." ” Is it not enough, or is it unwilling.
He couldn't figure it out. *** When Mingkong was twenty-two years old, he changed his legal name to Xinchen.
He was as gentle and gentle as ever, except for the woman in purple who often came to the mountain.
Every few months, women would come to Fuyuan Temple in a carriage and horse to deliver some clothing and supplies, and every monk had them, and the little novice was no exception.
"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, it's different from theirs..."
Xinchen's complexion was flat, his eyes were not sad and joyful, and his eyes did not fall on her, "The poor monk said that the relationship between the donor and the poor monk was broken a few years ago on the day the donor left the temple, and I asked the donor not to be obsessed." ” The woman raised her head, as if she hadn't heard, and raised a smile, "Master Xinchen, then I won't bring clothes next time, can I make some plain food and send it." ” "Donor, you don't have to come again in the future, and the poor monk will never see you again."
At the foot of the empty mountain, only the woman was left, standing alone and stunned for a long time. *** When Xinchen was twenty-three years old, he became a dignified and solemn acting host, but he never refused to be the host, and when asked, he only said that he had not yet understood it, and no one knew what it was about.
"Uncle Shi, Uncle Xinchen!"
The little novice came in in such a hurry that he forgot to knock on the door.
Xinchen's temper has always been very good, and he reminded softly, "Monk, what can make you anxious." ” Xiao Shami had only entered the temple for a short time, but he was only eight or nine years old, and the first time he passed on the news of his death, he couldn't say anything, "Someone just came at the foot of the mountain, saying that a lady of the Qi family fell into a well and died, and..."
The little novice swallowed a mouthful of saliva, holding a light purple package in his hand, and shivered.
Xinchen looked at the package, for some reason, there was a touch of panic in his heart, and his tone was anxious that he had never felt before, "What else?"
” "It is also said that there is one, the personal maid benefactor died of martyrdom, and before he died, there was a burden to give, uncle."
Xinchen took the cloth bag, with a barely visible tremor in his hand, he suppressed his voice, "Go out." ” After the wax torch burned most of it, in the middle of the night, when no one was around, Xinchen finally dared to open the cloth wrap, and there was only a robe with excellent materials, covered with a piece of paper, with a short sentence written, "Brother Mingkong, this one, I didn't make it, can you rejoice?"
” ... *** "Uncle Xinchen, it's time to get in."
"Hmm."
Xinchen opened his eyes, it was pitch black outside, and in the past two years, he always seemed to dream about her easily, from the first time he saw her to the end of that night.
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, who died with her wife and was buried at the foot of our Fuyuan Temple." ” "I probably want to bathe in the Dharma, Uncle Xinchen is compassionate and goes to chant the scriptures every day."
"Oh."
The newcomer nodded incomprehensibly. ...
At the foot of the mountain, behind the boulders, there is a mound, clean and free of weeds, apparently someone cleaned it from time to time, and the stele is simply engraved with the name of the deceased.
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." ” "If."
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The two words that stopped abruptly, Xinchen looked at the stele and pursed his lips, and did not say any more.
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.] 】 ...
[Master, the disciple is willing to change the Dharma name, and the disciple is not worthy of the word Mingkong. 】 [Master rest assured, when the disciple quits delusion, he will definitely be able to use the clear sky. 】 Later, his delusions died, and in that life, he was never able to quit again.