Chapter 47 Monk Qingyue’s Narration

Author: Xi Yumu

Xiaolan silently listened to the cry of the little monk Qingyun, and her eyes could not help but turn red. She thought to herself: This little monk is so pitiful. When she thought that the little monk's only support was gone, she couldn't help but feel sad.

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled the corner of his young master's clothes and kept motioning to help him.

Ling Changfeng nodded imperceptibly and said softly: "Little Master Qingyun, don't be sad. Since this matter has been known to me, we are also destined. Now I will definitely find out the truth and make it known to the world.

Give your senior brother his innocence!"

Monk Qingfeng heard that although Ling Changfeng's tone was soft, his words were sonorous and powerful. He couldn't help but feel a little more trustful in his heart. He nodded desperately, bowed deeply to Ling Changfeng, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ling!

No matter what the outcome is, if Mr. Ling can trust my senior brother so much, I will definitely chant sutras and pray to Buddha for Mr. Ling every day, and bless Mr. Ling to live a long life!"

After saying that, he raised his head, and his originally gloomy expression became a lot more cheerful, and he regained his composure, and then said: "Master Ling, Miss Xiaolan, please come forward! In front of you is the White Horse Temple, which is used to receive you.

A Zen room."

Ling Changfeng and the two walked in and took a look. The furnishings inside were extremely simple, with just a few futons, a wooden table, and an incense burner. There was a big word "Buddha" written on the white wall, and on the wooden table

There is a pot of tea, a few wooden cups, and nothing else.

Seeing this, Xiaolan pointedly said: "Master Qingfeng, your meditation room is quite quiet." After saying that, she picked a clean futon and sat on the floor.

Monk Qingfeng didn't understand Xiaolan's sarcasm, so he hurriedly apologized: "Miss Xiaolan, Buddhism is a place of purity, but I made you laugh."

Seeing that he was so honest, Xiaolan said nothing more, nodded and said nothing. Ling Changfeng originally wanted to ask his senior brother for detailed clues about the case, but unexpectedly he heard someone walking briskly from a distance.

Walk towards the Zen room.

As soon as the young monk heard his voice, he shook his head at Ling Changfeng, lowered his head and stopped talking.

After a while, Monk Qingyue walked into the Zen room, looked at Ling Changfeng and others, and saw that there was no tea in the teacups. He said in a deep voice: "Qingyun, why don't you fill up the tea and let the donor wait here?"

Have you neglected the two donors? Go and take this teapot to the back room and fill it up."

After saying that, he recited "Amitabha" to Ling Changfeng and said: "Two donors, I have already reported it to Patriarch Xuan Ye. The Patriarch said that after copying the last few pages of the scripture, he sent the two donors to go. 2

Donor, please take a rest here."

Ling Changfeng nodded, casually found a futon to sit down, faced Monk Qingyue, and asked softly: "Master Qingyue, I just passed by and saw some masters looking in a hurry. Do you know what happened in the temple?

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Seeing Ling Changfeng's question, Monk Qingyue didn't hide it. He said bluntly: "Monks don't tell lies. The reason why everyone looked in a hurry is because a monk committed suicide in the temple the day before yesterday. The head of the monastery asked all the monks to copy it every day.

I recited the precepts of White Horse Temple a hundred times, so everyone was in a hurry, which made Master Ling laugh."

"Oh? Why did this person commit suicide? Why didn't you report it to the official?" Ling Changfeng asked with interest.

Monk Qingyue waved his hand and said: "The two donors don't know something. There are naturally rules in the temple. If there is a violation of the rules and precepts, the government may not be able to take care of it sometimes, so they will investigate the matter themselves."

Seeing that he did not care about the dead monk Qingfeng, Xiaolan's tone became colder and she said: "Buddhism has always emphasized that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. At this moment, a human life is happening, so why do you despise it so much? Don't all Buddhists treat it with such contempt?

It’s impossible to say one thing and do another!”

Monk Qingfeng looked at Xiaolan in surprise and did not reply. He found a futon and sat down cross-legged before slowly replying: "The female donor does not need to be so angry. Although this matter involves human lives, the reason for it is the Discipline Academy in the temple.

It has been found out. If you don’t mind the poor monk’s verbosity, there is no harm in telling you so as to avoid misunderstanding.”

Seeing Ling Changfeng and the others nodding, Monk Qingfeng recited "Amitabha" and began to speak slowly.

"The monk who committed suicide was named Qingfeng. He came to my White Horse Temple to become a monk ten years ago. He was also the junior monk of the poor monk. When Qingfeng first came, he was covered in mud and fainted at the door of the White Horse Temple. At that time, the people in the temple

The monk thought it was a beggar fainting from hunger at the gate of our temple."

"After resuscitating him in the temple, we asked him where he came from, but he was squeaking and speechless. Seeing that he could not speak, the host asked the poor monk to get some paper and pen and let him

Write down the origin.”

"Unexpectedly, he plopped down, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the monks, and wrote on the paper: He was persecuted and drank the gangster's poisonous wine, which made him speechless. Now he is lucky enough to survive.

I hope the abbot can allow him to stay in the temple."

"The head of the house was kind-hearted and thought of his tragic experience, so he kept his name anonymously and gave him a Buddhist title: Qingfeng."

"Although Na Qingfeng cannot speak words, he is very strong. Not only did he take on a lot of menial and heavy work in the temple, but he also took on the task of going out to beg for alms."

"We brothers and sisters get along very harmoniously. Unexpectedly, three years after his arrival, one day a junior brother went out to beg for alms in Qingfeng's place, only to find that Qingfeng was actually a bandit wanted by the government!"

"When the monks saw this situation, they were also quite surprised by the news and asked the abbot to hand it over to the government. The abbot did not do so. Instead, he asked the monks: becoming a monk means being homeless. The incident of banditry is a thing of the past.

The only one standing in front of everyone now is Monk Qingfeng of Baima Temple."

"When the monks saw what the abbot said, they no longer demanded that Junior Brother Qingfeng be handed over to the government, but everyone gradually started to stay away from him."

"Amitabha, it's a pity that ten days ago, Junior Brother Qingfeng insulted a woman in a farmer's house, and Senior Brother Qingshui happened to catch him, so it didn't lead to a serious mistake. It's just that he violated such a serious precept, even the host can no longer protect him.

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"Originally, the temple had already discussed that the Discipline Academy would send him to the government for investigation, but Junior Brother Qingfeng took the first step and committed suicide out of fear of sin. Now that his fate is over, let the Buddha punish him."

Monk Qingyue finished speaking slowly, sighed, and said: "If he hadn't been predestined with my Buddha back then, he would have been killed by gangsters long ago. Who would have thought that after so many years of chanting Buddha's name and chanting sutras, he still couldn't erase his evil thoughts. Amitabha,

That's good, that's good. The scandal in Buddhism made the two donors laugh!"

Ling Changfeng and Xiaolan frowned after hearing this. Now that they heard such words, the doubts in their hearts were aggravated. It seems that there are more unknown things involved in this case, and now they are letting the two people know.
Chapter completed!