Jiang Wang has been gone for a long time.
In the ruined temple of Sanbao Mountain, the monk Jingli sat quietly in the cross-legged position.
Monks are monks, but if they don’t have a “home”, where can they “come out”?
In the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, practitioners avoided the world. But if they had never been in the world, what could they be avoiding?
Since he can remember, he has never known his family and has never met his parents. It was Ku Jie who single-handedly brought him up.
Some young novices miss their parents and cry.
He didn’t know what to think.
In the so-called troubled times, he had no one to place his "misses" on.
Living in the sound of Sanskrit singing, rolling in piles of Buddhist scriptures, and growing up in the ringing of bells. Sometimes I also think about, what is "home"?
Why do we have to "come out" and why do we say it is difficult to leave?
Master said that when they are together, they are home.
Then he understands and it’s hard for him to let go.
Then he is a young monk seeking a "home" in Buddhism.
His world is simple, and this is his home.
Master said that Jiang Wang is his junior brother, so he has an extra family member.
This is such a happy thing.
So every time he saw Jiang Wang, he was very happy.
He is very happy and hopes that his junior brother will be as happy as him.
But today he realized that it turned out that his junior brother was not happy. It turned out that his junior brother was carrying such a weight on his shoulders and had come to where he is now step by step.
He likes to sleep very much. He doesn’t know the feeling of never being able to fall asleep. He also doesn’t know that when he closes his eyes, he feels the panic of blood and fire.
At this moment, he was sitting alone on the wooden bed, thinking of his junior brother and feeling sad.
“Pure ceremony! Purify ceremony! Purify ceremony! Purify…”
The thunderous sound, as if it was soul-stirring or life-threatening, fell into the room before it stopped.
The miserable monk, who was as thin as skin and bones, was thrown in front of Jingli like a sharp-edged stone. He glanced at the poor little monk, and his tone softened unconsciously, but it was still like a roar: "What do you call it?
You don’t agree to it either?”
"Uncle Master." Jingli stood up and bowed obediently: "Before I can agree, you..."
“Forget it, forget it.” Kubing waved his hand and said, “Contact your master, I’ll see him if I have anything to do.”
His voice was like a war drum, making the room buzz.
"Huh?" Jingli stood there blankly, with an innocent look on his face: "I can't contact you?"
The next moment his ears were tugged, and he was carrying the pain and said: "You have learned to lie to others, haven't you? If I hadn't eavesdropped on your chat just now, I would have almost believed you!"
Guan Li ignored the pain of having his ears pinched and said angrily: "Uncle Master! How could you eavesdrop on our chat?!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Kubing knew he had made a mistake, but he skipped the topic forcibly, maintaining the dignity of an elder. His voice was like exploding in Jingli's ears: "Contact your master quickly!"
“I don’t!” Guan Li resisted stubbornly.
Ku Bing glared and raised his palm, and he quickly shrank his neck.
“Okay, okay.”
Master often says that a good monk never suffers immediate losses. Jingli has always been obedient, so he certainly implements this concept.
Let your disciple Jingchen wait!
While lifting the bed board, he muttered reluctantly: "Can't we contact the temple?"
Ku Bing said impatiently: "What's so much nonsense? Isn't this because your master is ignoring us?"
“Ha, is that so?”
Jingli suddenly became happy and felt that Master had vented his anger.
Still making the seal, pouring strength into the formation pattern, and summoning the circular light mirror.
Although the main patterns of this "circular light mirror" are engraved on the back of the bed board, the power that supports its operation actually involves the entire temple. Of course, the core part is the power left by the suffering.
Not long after, Ku Jue appeared in response to the call, appeared in the round light mirror, and said: "Did you beat me for so long? Just hit me casually. If I really beat your little junior brother to death, please pay...Ku Sick, old and bald."
donkey?!"
His eyes caught sight of the illness, and he immediately cut off the circular light mirror.
Ku Bing had already shouted: "Brother Abbot, I have something to tell you!"
Ku Jue rolled his eyes: "Senior Brother Abbot's inner voice secret technique is unique in the world. Do you need a sick man like you to convey the message?"
Ku Bing suppressed his anger and said: "You have cut off the voice of your heart, haven't you?"
"Oh, that's it." Ku Jue didn't feel any embarrassment about being exposed, and said with an indifferent expression: "Then why are you looking for me? I can't continue to work in Jianglongyuan?"
“I told you that my senior brother is looking for you!”
“Then you, mother, tell me quickly! Why are you looking for me?” Kujue yelled back: “Is it easy for you to maintain a circular light mirror as my disciple?”
“Senior brother, I want you to come back!” Ku Bing said very quickly.
“What?” Kujue asked over there.
Ku Bing slowed down his speech and said word by word: "Brother, master, please come back!"
“Speak louder!” Kujue shouted.
“You don’t want me to love you back? I’ll pass on the message anyway!” Kuijian became distressed, turned around and left.
Kuchie quickly winked at Jingli.
The master and the disciple had the same mind, and Jingli burst into tears: "Master, please come back! I miss you so much!"
“Good disciple, don’t cry, don’t cry.” Ku Jue quickly advised: “Ahem, okay, for your sake, I reluctantly agreed... Ku Jie!”
Ku Bing, who had already reached the door, stopped and said impatiently: "I heard it!"
"But I can't go back now. I'll wait for a while. I still have to protect my beloved disciple!" Ku Jue added.
“You said you were fat and you were out of breath, right? You said you were not doing anything right every day. You really thought the Xuankong Temple was begging..."
Ku Bing turned around angrily, but the round light mirror had already dissipated...Ku Jue had no intention of listening to what he said next.
He wants to roar, roar, and hit.
There is a bad breath stuck in my heart, and there is no way to express it.
Looking at Jingli one last time, he couldn't express his anger at the junior, so he rolled up his sleeves and stepped out, angrily: "It's really a mess, there are no rules! Can this be forgiven?"
Jingli watched Master Kubing walk away, then patted his heart to relieve his tension.
As for what Uncle Kubing said about the rules and what should not be forgiven...
He actually had some doubts.
Leaving the mountain gate is such a serious matter, even he knows that it is impossible to come and leave whenever he wants.
Why can the master be so willful, and why does the abbot and uncle take the initiative to persuade him to come back?
But as smart as he is, he quickly found the answer. As the most virtuous and respected monk in the entire Xuankong Temple, the master is the obvious choice for the next abbot. How can he not be forgiven?
If the abbot, there is one in case ... Do not have the abbot after the Xangkong Temple?
As soon as he thought about this, Jingli hurriedly said "poof": "Oh, it's my fault, I'm not cursing the abbot and uncle."
Put your palms together and say something: "Om, repair the profit, repair the profit, Maha repair the profit, repair the profit, Savaha!"
After reciting this mantra to purify his mouth and karma, he sat down on the wooden bed and lay down on it.
Today is too hard, so let’s take a nap...
This chapter has been completed!