Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 219

I thought that Xiangshan Temple was a place with true Buddhism, and the abbot was merciful enough to allow me to tolerate myself, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't tolerate myself!
However, although the monk felt a little distressed, he was not unable to let go.

After all, he just killed so many people, it is not clear whether that wave of people is all or just a part.

Maybe someone will come to him in the future, but in this Xiangshan Temple, the monks in the temple may be affected.

So even if Master Abbot didn't send someone to chase him away, the monk himself wouldn't stay for too long, but he didn't expect to let him leave immediately tomorrow.

The monk didn't think about it anymore, he strung up all the iron Buddha beads, looked them up and down, and put them around his neck.

"Dangdang.dang."

The bell of Xiangshan Temple came, which meant that the monks of the temple should rest, and the pilgrims in the temple should also rest.

The monk stood up and looked out the door, and then walked out. The monks in Xiangshan Temple had all returned to the monastery. Except for him, a fake monk, no other monks dared to come out and wander around casually.

Although it was night, the moon was bright tonight, enough to illuminate things on the earth.

"That's all, let's take refuge elsewhere!"

Being a monk really saves a lot of troubles, and a sentence of the mortal relationship is over can cut off most of the sorrows and sorrows, as if a heavy burden has been relieved at once, but it can't be all.

After returning to the house, the monk sat cross-legged on the bed and chanted the four words "My Buddha is compassionate" all night.

It was as if the moment the cock crowed when the eyes were closed and opened.

The monk got up and made the bed, then lifted a monk's cloth bag on his shoulder, opened the door and went out.

The sky was not even bright, and it was still very dark. Almost all the pilgrims and travelers staying in the temple did not get up, and only a few monks got up at about the same time to prepare for their work, or inspect the temple, or prepare breakfast.

Ding Feixiong didn't have any nostalgia, he left the monk's house and walked to the front yard step by step. Since he was asked to leave the next day, he should leave at dawn.

"chirp. chirp" "chirp."

"chirp chirp chirp. chirp"

A burst of crisp bird chirping is very obvious in the quiet temple at the moment, and the bird chirping is high and low, and it is also a little hasty.

Ding Feixiong turned around a courtyard wall, and saw someone at the corner over there.

Shi Sheng rubbed the dregs of the steamed bun with half a hardened steamed bun, and sprinkled it on the ground to feed the birds.

The birds in winter are short of food, and several of them have gathered here.

But among the birds that were pecking at the scraps, two of them fought for some unknown reason, and they pecked at each other fiercely for a while.

Two birds are coming and going, flapping their wings and fighting nearby, startling or flying away or avoiding other birds.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing."

Shi Sheng yelled there, but the two birds fought so fiercely that it was impossible to pay any attention to what people said.

The other birds either jumped down or bypassed the two birds to peck at the crumbs of the steamed buns, or simply chirped a little further away, as if they were watching the excitement.

"Master, tell them not to fight!"

When Yi Shuyuan came over, he saw the bird whose feathers had all been pecked off. He ignored both of them, the master and the apprentice, and said to Shi Sheng.

"Birds don't understand human speech, so if you want to persuade a fight, you have to learn how birds speak, see Master!"

After the words fell, Yi Shuyuan covered his mouth with a folded fan and let out a sound, the sound was just like the chirping of these birds.

"chirp chirp chirp. chirp"

But the two birds were still fighting together, so Yi Shuyuan changed the name and increased the volume.

After a few sounds, the fighting birds on the ground separated, but the two birds chattered non-stop around the small bowl, and flew back and forth at low altitude frequently, as if looking for the third party to the quarrel.

Ding Feixiong was surprised to see it from a distance, so he couldn't help but take a few steps closer. This Confucian scholar can actually make a bird call that is difficult to distinguish between real and fake.

I didn't expect that the Confucian boy would be fine by making noises around for so long. Ding Feixiong only took a few steps closer, and all the birds flapped their wings and flew away after a while.

As soon as this movement came out, both Yi Shuyuan and Shi Sheng turned to look behind them, and saw a monk a dozen steps away.

Although it shouldn't be a big deal, Ding Feixiong felt a little embarrassed, so he could only put his palms together and performed a Buddhist salute.

"The poor monk is rude!"

Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands over there and said.

"The bird is short of food, and will fly back to eat after a while."

As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan looked the monk up and down.

"This master is not a monk in the temple, is he? Are you leaving?"

"As the benefactor said, the poor monk is not a monk of Xiangshan Temple. He stayed here for a while and is planning to leave today."

Yi Shuyuan put away his folding fan and approached the monk.

"Monks like to call people benefactors, but I have never given you alms, how can I be worthy of being a benefactor?"

The monk was surprised a moment ago because the person in front of him was covered in gray hair, but at this moment he was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

After all, he is not a real monk. He doesn't understand many Buddhist principles, and he doesn't even have a chance to read Buddhist scriptures.

"Shi Sheng, why do you think monks call everyone a benefactor?"

Shi Sheng ran over with half a steamed bun. He looked at the monk in front of him. Although he saw him kill so many people last night, he didn't have any hostile aura.

"Master, I think some people may call the benefactor and some don't, so it seems that they treat them differently in their hearts. You said that Buddhism emphasizes equal treatment, but some monks don't know it. got used to."

"What's more, hehe, I used to want to eat candy, so I would coax my mother to say that she is the best, she loves me the most, and I will definitely give me candy. The heart of people to give!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"Anymore?"

"and also."

Shi Sheng frowned and fell into thought.

Ding Feixiong on one side couldn't help thinking in his mind at this moment, but he couldn't think of any answer for a long time. He felt that the child had already said a few points very well.

"Master, I can't think of it!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, looked at Ding Feixiong on one side, and then looked at the place where the steamed bun crumbs had just been sprinkled. The bird that was startled had already flown back and was pecking at the crumbs. There would be no fight.

"Actually, no matter whether there are charity monks or not, everyone has a time to give. Parents give birth to me and raise me. It is charity. When meeting poor people, it is charity to give alms. Relatives and friends help each other. It is charity at that moment. Praying for others with sympathy is also giving.”

"All sentient beings in this world should be rare with a truly hard-hearted heart. If you don't give to monks, you will always give to others. Therefore, with the wisdom of Buddhism, you can be called a benefactor!"

Shi Sheng nodded and wrote it down in his heart.

On the other hand, Ding Feixiong's heart was shaken, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body. This is the principle of Buddhism!

"Thank you for your generosity, the poor monk has been taught!"

The monk clasped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to Yi Shuyuan gratefully.

With this bow, the string of heavy iron beads fell down. Shi Sheng was so close, looking at the beads, he was curious, wondering if they were really made of iron.

Yi Shuyuan saluted at this moment and asked with a smile.

"Master, after talking for so long, you still don't know your Dharma name?"

"Poor monk. I can't get a name yet, and I haven't studied Buddhism, let alone understand Buddhist principles. I'm really ashamed!"

"Oh, since choosing to become a monk is to abandon your previous life, I won't ask any more questions, but you don't have a Dharma name, so I'll call you a monk, right?"

"The benefactor can call it that if he wants to!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded.

"I, Yi Shuyuan, since you are leaving the monastery, let's go together."

Saying that, Yi Shuyuan was already walking towards the front yard. Ding Feixiong was taken aback for a moment, realizing that the other party was just taking a walk, so he followed subconsciously.

"The donor should be a person who often pays respects to the Buddha. He knows the principles of Buddhism and the scriptures. Can you point out a place for the poor monk to convert to my Buddha and become a monk?"

It was already dawn, but there were really few people in the monastery, only Yi Shuyuan and Ding Feixiong were walking together, plus a Shi Sheng who would run away from time to time by the side.

"Does Master want to be a real monk or a fake monk?"

Ding Feixiong thought that Yi Shuyuan was being sarcastic, but before he could explain, he heard Yi Shuyuan continue.

"A true monk of Dayong needs to have a degree approved by the court, to have a follower to check, and to have a monastery to settle down."

Yi Shuyuan glanced at Ding Feixiong.

"Fake monks, there are so many of them. There are nearly a hundred monks in this Xiangshan Temple, and more than half of them have no certificates, and you are not missing a master."

Ding Feixiong laughed at himself.

"Being a monk is not easy. It seems that I can only be a fake monk."

The two walked slowly and chatted. When they passed through the park on one side of the courtyard, when they learned that the monk hardly knew any scriptures, Yi Shuyuan suddenly said with a smile.

"Although Yi doesn't practice Buddhism, he does know a little bit. Master, how about I teach you an obscure Buddhist scripture?"

Of course, it is not easy to make a decision to find an inheritor, but the Buddhist scriptures were originally recited all the time. In Yi Shuyuan's view, the animals in the mountains can hear them, and Ding Feixiong can naturally hear them too.

"Please sir teach me!"

Here Ding Feixiong did not use the word "donor" anymore, since he said "teaching", let's call him "Mr."

"I'll say it again, it's good for you to listen to it, it's best to remember it, and it doesn't matter if you don't remember it!"

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan walked under a tree in the garden, and after a slight pause, he spoke.

"Yi likes to travel around, and once lived in an abandoned house on a barren mountain. There is a small temple in the house, which is no more than two feet wide and high. A clay Buddha stands in the temple."

What Yi Shuyuan said this time has nothing to do with Buddhist scriptures, but Ding Feixiong listened patiently, and his mind became more and more calm.

"In the middle of the night, when I went out to have a rest, I suddenly saw animals in the mountains kowtowing in front of the temple. I suddenly felt very magical, so I stopped for a while, and I seemed to hear the Buddha's voice. This is the "Anonymous Sutra", and Listen to me."

Yi Shuyuan looked at Ding Feixiong, then looked into the distance, and saw Zhaoli was looking at the wall of the main hall from a distance but did not dare to approach, so he nodded slightly towards that side.

Monk Zhaoli was overjoyed and hurried over, and Yi Shuyuan spoke again at this moment.

"Those who act virtuously are close to others, can open the door of the divine, and see themselves at ease, free from fear, free from evil."

(End of this chapter)