Xianggui

After entering the Dharma hall, I saw an old monk who was 80 or [-] years old, maybe even older, sitting cross-legged on a high platform in front of him.His face is wrinkled, his skin is pink, his white beard hangs down to his chest, and he is wearing a red cassock. He looks very wise.

Master Mingyuan lectured with his eyes closed, and when Ding Xiang entered, he opened his eyes and glanced there.

There were more than 100 monks sitting in front, and three to four hundred lay people and pilgrims sitting outside. They lowered their heads and closed their eyes, with their palms facing up on their crossed legs, listening very carefully.

Under the guidance of the welcoming monk, Ding Zhuang and Ding Xiang sat on the two futons on the outermost left side, and there were only a few people sitting in this row.

The old and the young couldn't understand it, one of them became sleepy after listening to it, and the other turned his head to watch the excitement.

Ding Xiang is short and can only see the back of the person's head.She lifted her hips and moved the futon, and she could see the profile of the old monk over the shoulders of the person in front of her.

Only then did she realize that there was a young monk sitting behind the old monk.The little monk looked about four or five years old, wearing a gray monk's robe, with a long string of rosary beads hanging around his neck, listening carefully with his head down.

It's pitiful to be a monk at such a young age.

But being able to sit behind Master Mingyuan shows that he has a high status, at least he is the old monk's direct disciple.Being able to be Master Mingyuan's direct disciple, even if he is fat, he wouldn't be so pitiful.

The little monk's head dropped lower and lower, and when he was about to drop to the ground and his whole body was about to lie down, he suddenly straightened up and raised his head.The eyes are still closed, the small mouth is half opened, and a silver line flows from the corner of the mouth.

It is asleep.

Letting a child come to listen to Zen at such an early age is indeed quite frustrating.

There was a trace of pity in Ding Xiang's eyes.

I saw the little head of the little monk suddenly tilted back, and when he felt that he was about to fall, he straightened up again, and then hung down and continued to nod up and down.

This child is like a roly-poly, so full of joy.

Ding Xiang laughed out loud with a "puchi", she was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth.

There was also a chuckle from the side.

Ding Xiang turned her head and saw a beautiful girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, separated by three empty futons.

Suddenly, there was a snoring sound from the left, and the girl laughed again.

Ding Xiang turned her head, and the snoring sound came from Ding Zhuang's mouth, and his beard was fluttering.

Ding Xiang quickly shook Ding Zhuang's arm and lowered her voice and said, "Master, wake up, I can't sleep."

Ding Zhuang woke up with a start and saw that it was the Dharma Hall. He quickly sat up straight and opened his eyes hard.After a while, the eyes closed again involuntarily, and the snoring sounded.

Lilac shook him awake again.

The little monk in front continued to nod a little bit in front, leaned back, and slept soundly.

The sleeping appearance of the old and the young amused Ding Xiang and the girl.The two covered their mouths and finished the music, and even looked at each other and smiled, sharing ridiculous things with each other.

The girl is very beautiful, with exquisite eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, and two big dimples when she smiles, she looks very pleasing.

When Ding Xiang watched the excitement and didn't think the stage was too high, she didn't notice that another person was sitting on the far left futon.The man bowed his head to listen to Zen, but turned his head slightly to the left from time to time.

This frightened the later Lilac Empress, and someone paid close attention to him and didn't see it.If it's an enemy, grandpa and himself will suffer if there is no one to protect them.

In her previous life, she didn't like children, but in this life, she completely changed. When she saw the cute little Zhengtai, she got carried away.

Finally, at the end of noon, Master Mingyuan finished speaking.

Both the little monk and Ding Zhuang woke up.The former disappeared in a blink of an eye, while the latter was full of energy, as if he had just been cleansed from his soul.

Everyone stood up and left the hall.

As soon as the girl went out, she was surrounded by women and maids, and she smiled and waved to Ding Xiang.

Ding Xiang also smiled and waved to her.

Looking again, I saw Zhu Zhan and Qin Hai coming out of the hall.They didn't seem to know Lilac, and walked away talking and laughing.Ding Xiang had long discovered that the father and son Zhu Qian and Zhu Zhan would never leave Jiaodong at the same time.If Zhu Qian brings people out, Zhu Zhan will stay at home.And when Zhu Zhan comes out, Zhu Qian will stay at home again.

After going to the dining hall to finish their meal, Dingxiang and the others walked out.

If no one came to invite them, they would go to the Buddhist monastery where Master Mingyuan lived.

While hesitating, a young monk came to meet him.

He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, can the little benefactor's surname be Ding?"

It was the little monk sitting behind Master Mingyuan.The little monk has bright eyes, is white and fat, and is extremely beautiful and pleasing.

Ding Xiang smiled and said, "My surname is Ding. However, the little master is much younger than me, so he shouldn't call me 'little donor'."

The little monk blushed, and the master said "little benefactor", and he followed suit.

He hurriedly made a bow, "The poor monk made a mistake, and should be called the benefactor. Master poor monk asked the benefactor to move to the Zen room to discuss Zen."

Only small benefactors were invited, not old benefactors.

Ding Zhuang, Ling'er, and Nanny Chai still went with them.

This is the master's disciple, maybe there will be a chance to meet him in the future, so we have to establish a good relationship with him.Moreover, Ding Xiang likes this child very much.

Ding Xiang asked, "Little Master's name?"

The little monk smiled and said, "The poor monk's name is Hongyi."

Ding Xiang blurted out, "Oh, eminent monk."

Xiao Hong blushed in a hurry and said modestly, "The poor monk's cultivation level is still low, so he dare not be called an eminent monk."

Aunt Ding loves him so much seeing how shy and serious he looks.

This is a little Chunchun who has not been influenced by the world, and he will definitely not be able to withstand the temptation of the young lady.

She smiled more kindly, took off the purse tied around her waist, took out a glutinous rice date, put it into his mouth, and stuffed the whole purse into his hand.

"This is the glutinous rice jujube I made. It's delicious."

The first monk Hong originally wanted to refuse to accept the bribe, but the special sweet taste in his mouth made his eyes shine, and he was reluctant to return the things.

Ding Xiang smiled with satisfaction, and took his hand familiarly, "I am a good person, and my name is Ding Xiang. You can call me Donor Ding, or Sister Ding."

The little monk had the urge to cry.

It turns out that being held by someone is so sweet, as sweet as dates in your mouth.

In all my life, no one has ever been so close to him.Whenever he sees other children being held and held by their parents, he becomes particularly envious.

When he didn't remember, he didn't know who hugged him, but after he remembered, no one hugged him.

He asked the master, "Master, where are the disciple's father and mother?"

"Amitabha, monks have no parents, only good karma."

"Master, can you hug me?"

The master took a look at him, lowered his eyes and said, "Amitabha, you know your mistakes every day and correct your mistakes every day."

Then go away.He was only fed steamed buns and pickled vegetables for three consecutive days, and he never dared to say those stupid things again.

Hongyi's eye circles were a little red, and he was reluctant to pull his hand out.Even if he is punished and eats steamed buns and pickled vegetables for ten days in a row, he will let sister Ding hold hands.

"Sister Ding" only dared to call in her heart.