The ancestor's salted fish vest has been picked up again!

Chapter 118
When the little monk came to the gate of the abbot's room, he stopped to straighten his clothes. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he raised his head and stood upright and knocked on the door: "Master, can Xuanjing go in?"

Xuan Jing, 13 years old this year, entered Shaolin at the age of five, and was the last disciple of Kong Ru.

"come in."

Hearing the master's consent, Xuanjing pushed open the door with both hands and walked in. Seeing the master meditating there, he quickly knelt down on the tuanpu next to him.

"Master, brother has been in the library for the third day. He hasn't eaten or drank for so long. Will something happen?"

Kong Ru turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and did not answer.

Xuan Jing scratched the back of her head and said again: "Master, didn't senior brother say to go down the mountain to catch the evil star? Why did he come back alone? Do you know what happened?"

"Even though Senior Brother was cold and cold before, he wouldn't lock himself up so that no one would see him."

Xuan Jing chattered a lot on the sidelines, and finally saw that his master hadn't answered, and he was discouraged.

He was about to stand up and say goodbye, he should hang around near the library, as long as his senior brother came out, he would be able to see it immediately.

At this time, Kong Ru, who hadn't spoken all this time, slowly opened his eyes, sighed and said, "Don't bother your senior brother, he will come out when he wants to come out."

Seeing that Master finally spoke, Xuan Jing couldn't help asking: "But if he doesn't eat for such a long time, he will die."

"Then you just watch outside the Library Pavilion, go."

Xuanjing nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly saluted Kongru: "Disciple leave, master, please remember to eat breakfast."

Xuan Jing exited the abbot's room and ran towards Zangshuge again. When he passed the 'Xiangji Kitchen', he went in and took two white steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

He wanted to send it to his senior brother, and he was very worried that his senior brother would faint from hunger.

What Xuanjing didn't know was that the reason why Xuanchen locked himself in the Library Pavilion without eating or drinking was his punishment for himself.

He knelt in front of the Bodhidharma stone wall, brows were furrowed on his enchanting handsome face, his eyes were closed, his upper and lower lips moved slightly, and he was chanting some unintelligible scriptures in his mouth.

It's just that he knelt for too long and didn't eat or drink for three consecutive days. At this moment, he was sweating a lot on his forehead, and his face was getting paler and paler.

But he didn't care about his own situation, because he found that his situation was more serious than before.

He confessed for two days and three nights, not only did not forget the beautiful image in his mind, but he missed it even more.

The chanting in his mouth became faster and faster, but the picture in his mind became clearer and clearer.

It was like replaying a movie in my mind, from the first time he met her, the first time she called him little monk, the first time she touched his face, the first time she cared about him.
He has given her so much for the first time, and every time he hears her calling him a little monk, he is happy in his heart.

In fact, at first he wanted to tell her that he was one year older than her, so he couldn't call himself a little monk.

But he especially likes her calling himself that, because only she can call him little monk. He likes this unique title very much, because it is unique and different.

He wanted to stay by her side, wanted to be by her side all the time, even if he didn't do anything, he was satisfied just seeing her every day.

But he can't, he is a monk, he has been a monk for 22 years, it is impossible for him to act impulsively because of his throbbing.

He knelt in front of Bodhidharma and confessed, but his mind became more and more confused——

"Brother, I'm Xuan Jing, are you okay? Would you like something to eat?"

Xuan Chen's figure shook slightly, but he didn't answer.

Xuan Jing asked again in a low voice outside the door of Zangshu Pavilion; "Brother, can I come in? I brought you two steamed buns, you can eat some."

After Xuan Jing finished speaking, he pressed his ear to the crack of the door, and suddenly heard a muffled sound, and he panicked: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother? Are you okay? I'm going to open the door and go in."

He pushed open a heavy door with one hand, then broke in, and soon saw his brother lying in front of the Buddha.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

He hastily put his food on the side table, rushed over to help Xuanchen up and said nervously: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, wake up."

Then he touched Xuanchen's forehead, only to find that it was scalding hot, obviously, Xuanchen had a fever.

"Come on, come on."

When Xuanchen woke up again, it was already evening.

He weakly opened those coquettish eyes, and when he saw his master beside his bed, he said in shame, "Master, this apprentice has let you down."

The old monk Kongru, after hearing Xuanchen's words, smiled slightly and said: "You don't need to apologize to Master, you didn't do anything wrong."

Xuan Chen didn't dare to look directly at his master, he was afraid that his mind would be discovered by the master.

How could Kongru not know the inner thoughts of his disciples?
"Xuanchen, monks pay attention to fate. No matter what we encounter in our life, we should accept it gladly, because it is the arrangement of fate."

"I don't know what you encountered when you went down the mountain this time. I can only remind you that no matter who you meet, he is the person who should appear in your life. It is not accidental. He will definitely teach you something."

"Then if Xuanchen meets someone who makes his heart beat, what should Xuanchen do?"

He understands what the master said, but now his mind is full of the figure that made him throb, and he can't control his heart.

Kongru looked at Xuanchen and said earnestly: "Xuanchen, do you still remember what I said to you when I was a teacher? You are the person who has the most affinity with Buddhism as a teacher. That is to say, you have a deep connection with Buddhism. .”

Xuan Chen nodded slightly, he naturally remembered.

Kong Ru said again: "But you know, a person with a strong relationship with Buddha must go through a great calamity. This calamity is the most difficult calamity among all calamities, which is the calamity of love."

Xuan Chen suddenly stared at Master with wide eyes.

Kongru saw Xuanchen's reaction so strong, he sighed softly, and said: "You don't have to be surprised, you were brought up by a teacher, and what is in your heart, is there anyone who knows better than a teacher?"

"Xuan Chen, on the road of love and calamity, those who are attached to Buddhism will encounter many setbacks and tribulations. Only when they are fully enlightened and see everything can they truly cut off all love, and only after they have no desires and no desires can they truly stand on the ground." When you become a Buddha."

After Xuan Chen finished listening, he fell silent.

Seeing this, Kongru said softly: "You don't have to resist so much, this is the kalpa you must pass through, and you will become a real Buddha after you pass it. It doesn't matter if you don't pass it, you can return to the vulgar and pursue yourself obsession."

Kong Ru stretched out his hand and gently patted Xuan Chen's hands on the quilt: "Cultivate well, the teacher will ask Xuan Jing to come over and bring you food later, if you don't eat something, your body will collapse."

Kong Ru stood up after speaking, ready to leave.

Xuan Chen suddenly stopped Kong Ru: "Master, did Xuan Chen let you down?"

Kongru looked down at Xuanchen, and said calmly: "Master, I knew that you would encounter this calamity, so I didn't say I was disappointed."

(End of this chapter)