I thought that Xiangshan Zen Monastery was a place with true Buddhist teachings, and the abbot was compassionate and could accommodate me, but I didn’t expect that it still couldn’t accommodate me!

However, although the monk felt a little depressed, he was not unable to let go.

After all, he had just killed so many people, and it was unclear whether that wave of people was all of them or just a part of them.

Maybe someone will come looking for him in the future, which may bring trouble to the monks in the Xiangshan Zen Monastery.

So even if the abbot didn't send someone to catch him, the monk himself wouldn't stay too long, but he didn't expect him to leave immediately tomorrow.

The monk didn't think too much, strung all the iron beads together, looked up and down and put them on his neck.

"When... when... when..."

The sound of the bells from Xiangshan Zen Temple means that it is time for the monks in the temple to rest, and it is also time for the pilgrims in the temple to rest.

The monk stood up, looked outside the door, and then walked out. All the monks in Xiangshan Zen Monastery had returned to their dormitories. Except for him, a fake monk, no other monks dared to wander out again.

Although it has already fallen into the night, the moonlight tonight is bright enough to illuminate things on the earth.

Yi Shuyuan didn't have any nostalgia. He left the monk's house and walked to the backyard step by step. Since he asked me to leave on the seventh day, I should leave at dawn.

"The donor can scream if he wants to!"

"Is that young master a monk in the temple? Is he leaving?"

As he finished speaking, Xiangshan covered his mouth with a Zen folding fan and spoke out. The sound was as loud as the chirping of the birds.

"Please sir, teach you!"

Although it should be a trivial matter, Yi Shuyuan was not embarrassed at all and could only put his hands together and perform a Buddhist salute.

"Yi liked to travel in all directions. He once stayed in an abandoned house on a barren mountain. There was no big temple in the house. It was more than two feet narrow and low. There was a clay Bodhisattva standing in the temple..."

"Chirp chirp chirp...chirp chirp...

On the other hand, Yi Shuyuan's heart was not shaken, and a layer of goosebumps appeared under his body. This is Buddhist philosophy!

"I, Pengfang, since he is leaving the temple, you should go for a walk together."

As soon as he bowed, a string of light iron beads fell down. Shi Sheng was so close and looked at the beads with wonder, knowing that they were really iron.

"Master, you think it's time to arrive!"

"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel..."

Birds lack a lot of food outside in winter, so a few of them have gathered together.

"Chirp chirp chirp...chirp chirp..."

It was not yet dawn, but there were really many people in the temple. There were only Weng Pengfang and Yi Shuyuan walking together, and there was a stone student who would run away from time to time.

Weng Pengfang returned the greeting at this moment and asked with a smile.

"In fact, when there is no alms to the monks and no one has given anything, it is alms to give birth to you and raise you, it is alms to give a little alms to the poor people when you meet, and it is alms to help relatives and friends, but there is no such moment.

Praying for others with compassion and sympathy is also charity..."

As he spoke, Xiangshan Zen looked up and down at the monk.

The two birds were going back and forth, flapping their wings and fighting, causing the other birds to fly up or avoid each other in fright.

Yi Shuyuan smiled mockingly.

But among the birds that were pecking at the scraps, not two of them got into a fight for some reason, and for a while they started pecking at each other fiercely.

It was even dark, and it was still very dark. Almost all the pilgrims and travelers staying overnight in the temple had not gotten up, so there were only a few monks who got up at a very short time to prepare for their work, or to check the temple, or

Prepare breakfast.

"A true monk in Xiaoyong needs a certificate of ultimatum approved by the imperial court, no traces to check, and no monastery to stay in.

"This poor monk... still has a Dharma title, but he has not learned the Dharma, let alone understands the principles of Buddhism. I am really ashamed!"

"Not yet. Hehe, if you want to eat sweets in the future, you will coax your mother to say that you are the worst and you love you the most and she will give you sweets. If you don't have time to be soft-hearted, you will give them to me. Anyone the monk calls is a donor. If you can

Inspire people to give!"

Xiangshan Zen nodded.

After saying that, Xiangshan Zen walked to a tree in the garden, paused slightly before speaking.

"Little Master, after talking for so long, do you still know his dharma name?"

Xiangshan Zen nodded.

"Master, please stop fighting them!"

It seems that as soon as you close your eyes and open them, it's not even the time for the rooster to crow.

"That's all, take refuge elsewhere!"

Xiang Shanchan said before cupping his hands.

"Shi Sheng, he said why do monks call everyone donors?"

A few times ago, the birds fighting underground had separated, but the two birds were chattering around the big bowl, and were frequently flying up and down in the sky, as if they were looking for the eighth party to the quarrel.

The two of them walked quickly and chatted. When they passed through the park on one side of the courtyard, when they learned that the monk knew almost all scriptures, Xiangshan Zen suddenly said with a smile.

"False monks are so rare. Of the nearly a hundred monks in Weng Peng Fang Monastery, less than half have not received their ultimatum, and he is the only one missing a little master."

Yi Shuyuan thought Xiang Shanchan was not being sarcastic, but when he waited for me to explain, he heard Xiang Shanchan continue.

Then Wai Yi Shuyuan no longer uses the word "donor". Since he means "teaching", let's call him "sir" respectfully!

Xiang Shanchan looked at Yi Shuyuan and then at Daer. ​​He saw Zhaoli looking far away by the wall of the main hall but dared to get closer, so he nodded slightly in this direction.

Weng Pengfang on the side was also thinking in his heart at the moment, but he also thought about the answer for a long time. I felt that the child didn't say anything bad at the next few points.

Shi Sheng nodded and made a mental note.

"Not yet?"

"Little Master, do you want to be a real monk or a fake monk?"

Shi Sheng was shouting here, but the two birds were fighting so fiercely that it was impossible for him to listen to what he was saying.

Shi Sheng frowned and fell into thought.

Xiang Shanchan nodded, looked at Weng Pengfang on one side, and then looked at the place where the steamed bun residue had just been scattered. The frightened bird had not yet flown back, and was pecking at the broken bits. Is there anything wrong with that?

fight.

"Being a monk is also difficult. It seems that you can only be a fake monk."

Xiang Shanchan glanced at Yi Shuyuan.

A crisp bird song was very obvious in the quiet temple at this moment. The bird song was neither low nor high and slightly slow.

"Those who behave immorally are close to others, and they can open up the wonderful things."

Door, observe the restraint of the body, whether there is fear, whether there is evil...

"Birds understand human speech by listening. If you want to break up a fight, you have to learn how birds speak. It depends on the master!"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to Xiangshan Zen with gratitude.

"In the middle of the night, when I was going out for meditation, I suddenly saw animals in the mountains kowtowing behind the temple. I suddenly felt something magical, so I stopped for a moment, as if I could hear the sound of the Buddha. This is the Famous Sutra.

", let me hear what you have to say..."

Thinking that this Confucian child would be troubled by being noisy for so long, Yi Shuyuan just took a few steps closer, and all the birds "clacked" and flapped their wings and flew away.

"Just say it once, and it will be bad for him if he hears it. The worst thing is if he remembers it, it doesn't matter whether he remembers it or not!"

Xiangshan Zen put away his folding fan and approached the monk.

"Of all the sentient beings in the world who have no feelings, there should be many people who have no real hard-hearted hearts. Even if they give to monks, they will always give nothing to others. Therefore, with the wisdom of Buddhism, all of them can be called donors!"

What Xiangshan Zen said at that time had nothing to do with Buddhist scriptures, but Yi Shuyuan listened patiently, and his thoughts became more and more intense.

Being a monk does eliminate a lot of worries. The simple statement that the world is over can cut off most of the misery. It seems like a heavy burden has been lifted off at once, but it cannot be all of it.

"not yet…………"

Shi Sheng ran over with half a piece of steamed bun. I looked at the monk behind me. Although I had killed so many people at night last night, there was no viciousness or evil aura underneath me at that time.

"Master, you think it's possible that some people are calling donors and others are calling them, which means they treat them differently in their hearts. You said that Buddhism requires equal treatment, but even if monks know it, they can only teach it by mouth.

I’m used to it…”

After all, I am a real monk, I know very little about Buddhism, and I don’t even have the opportunity to read Buddhist scriptures.

"Oh, since choosing to become a monk means leaving behind your legacy, you don't have to ask, but he doesn't have a Dharma name, so you can call him a Dharma monk, right?"

"Thank you so much for your alms. The poor monk has learned a lesson!"

"The birds are short of food and will fly back to eat after a while."

With that said, Xiang Shanchan walked towards the backyard. Weng Pengfang was slightly startled. He understood that the other party was just taking a walk, so he subconsciously followed.

After the monk returned to his room, he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, chanting the four words "My Buddha is compassionate" all night long.

The monk was surprised for a moment because the person behind him had gray hair. At that moment, he was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and for a moment he knew how to answer.
To be continued...