Su Xiaolu looked at Ben Tian, and she knew that monks were given names based on their seniority.
For example, Benn just now is about forty years old. The young novice called him the leader. Benn's status in the temple is not low.
But the young novice monk who followed Zhi now looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he actually had the same name. His seniority was so high that Su Xiaolu couldn't help but look at him twice.·``
Ben Tian looked calm, performed a Buddhist salute to Su Xiaolu and left.
He turned around and entered the house, followed by Su Xiaolu.
Looking at the old monk's back, Su Xiaolu couldn't help but ask: "Abbott, although it was your disciple who made the mistake first, are you really not angry at all when he was beaten like that by me?"
If it were the old man, he would definitely help her regardless of whether she was right or not.
Su Xiaolu stopped questioning and smiled kindly and said: "I'm not angry. Ben is always restless and has too much desire to win and lose. He was defeated by Guiyou before. After confirming your identity, I want to find out from you."
A little balance, then his beating is the cause and effect, and he has to bear it himself."
Su Xiaolu entered the meditation room and looked around.
The Zen room is very simple, without any decoration, just a table, a few stools, and a bed.
Jie Zhi asked Su Xiaolu to sit down and poured Su Xiaolu a cup of tea.
Su Xiaolu looked at the Buddhist beads on her wrist, which looked very Zen-like. The beads were dark and smooth, which must be the reason why she was twisting them frequently.
Jie Zhi took off the beads and handed them to Su Xiaolu and said, "Little donor, I give you this beads to keep you safe throughout your life."
Su Xiaolu waved her hand: "Thank you, I don't want it."
After what happened to Ben, she didn't have a good impression of Qinglian Temple, so she might as well forget about the things she wasn't familiar with.
Jie Zhi smiled and didn't force it.
Ben Tian brought a box. He placed the box in front of Su Xiaolu, performed a Buddhist salute and said to Su Xiaolu: "Little donor, the letter is in it."
When Su Xiaolu opened the box, there were only seven letters and dozens of banknotes inside.
Su Xiaolu looked at Zhi doubtfully.
Liao Zhi smiled gently and said, "This is for you. It's like asking for medical expenses. Once you get the letter, you can choose to go or not. It all depends on your heart."
Su Xiaolu looked at the top letter. She was attracted by the name, so she took it and opened it.
There is only one sentence and address on the letter paper.
Sir, I heard that the miraculous doctor can revive dead human flesh and bones. May I ask, sir, whether severed limbs can be regenerated?
This signature made Su Xiaolu frown, because it was signed by Zhou Zhi.
Su Xiaolu stopped asking: "When was this letter sent?"
Zhi Zhi looked at the envelope and said flatly: "A few quarters of an hour ago."
Su Xiaolu thought of the young man she met when she came here. Was he Zhou Zhi?
Su Xiaolu had doubts in her heart. If it was Zhou Zhi, why could he walk? The old man had clearly said that his legs had been amputated.
There didn't seem to be anything unusual in the way he walked.
Su Xiaolu put away the letter paper and the banknote. She was about to get up and leave. After taking two steps, she turned back and asked: "Abbott, what percentage does your temple get for this banknote?"
Liao Zhi smiled slightly and said: "Thirty percent, there are some people with strange diseases who cannot afford to pay for medical treatment. As long as the disease is strange enough, no money will be taken. Whether there is any chance of medical treatment depends on God's will."
Just asking about the medical expenses, each person is one thousand taels of silver, and that does not include the money for medical treatment. Not everyone is qualified to hire a miracle doctor.
Those who are suffering from strange diseases and have no money can also leave envelopes, but whether they can wait for a miracle doctor depends on God's will.
Su Xiaolu smiled at Zhi, waved her hand and said, "Goodbye."
Zhizhi waved to Ben Tian, who nodded and sent Su Xiaolu out.
After leaving the meditation room, Su Xiaolu looked back at Ben Tian and asked, "Little monk, why are you so much higher than the others?"
Bentian smiled lightly and said, "The abbot said that I have a predestined relationship with the Buddha, so he specially accepted me. When I learn the Dharma, I can go down the mountain to save those suffering people."
Su Xiaolu looked at Ben Tian and said with a smile: "Little monk, do you think that Ben will be jealous of you? We are all disciples, he is much older than you, and the abbot also gives you many preferential treatment. What do you think of him?
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Bentian frowned: "The abbot treats all his disciples the same, and he treats my senior brother the same. Even if my senior brother's Buddha mind is unstable, the master is more tolerant to him."
Su Xiaolu shook his head and said: "You look the same, but others don't feel the same. I think the one you should forgive the most is your senior brother. In your opinion, it is tolerance, but in his opinion, maybe it is intentional.
Embarrass him."
Su Xiaolu could clearly see Ben's unwillingness to be convinced before he left.
Will such a person be convinced? It is impossible to be convinced. He will only wonder why he didn't come out to help him out earlier, and why he was punished for not helping him.
Listening to Su Xiaolu's words, Ben Tian fell into deep thought.
Su Xiaolu smiled and said: "Let me remind you, such a person may do something terrible one day in the temple. Don't underestimate people's resentment. There is no need to send me away."
, you go back."
After Su Xiaolu said with a smile, she pointed on her toes, flew over the eaves and went straight to the main hall of the temple.
Bentian looked at Su Xiaolu's figure thoughtfully, and finally turned around and went back to the meditation room.
Su Xiaolu came to the Buddha Worship Hall. There were many Buddha statues in the hall. Su Xiaolu was not familiar with them, so he didn't recognize any of them.
There were many pilgrims kneeling on the futons devoutly, muttering something in their mouths, and kowtowing, making a "dong dong dong" sound on the ground in front of them.
Wang Huilan was asking for the peace talisman. Like many believers, she knelt down on the futon and held the peace talisman in her hand. The monks in cassocks were walking around them, twisting the beads in their hands and reciting Buddhist sutras.
Su Xiaolu found a seat and sat down, preparing to sit and wait.
There was a commotion outside, and Su Xiaolu couldn't help but look.
Many people gathered around to watch the fun, and soon many people came back, discussing something in low voices.
Su Xiaolu heard a few words.
"She is really amazing. She carried her son on her back and kowtowed three times at a time. She talked about the miraculous power of Qinglian Temple and wanted the Buddha to cure her son's strange disease."
"No, I saw she was really kneeling down, her head was swollen."
There were many sounds like this, and Su Xiaolu became a little curious. She looked at Wang Huilan, and it seemed that it would not be better for a while, so she simply got up and walked out.
When I walked out of the lobby, I saw a woman carrying a child on her back, kowtowing three times with each step, and walking towards the lobby step by step.
There were many pilgrims watching around her. The woman didn't care about the looks and comments of outsiders at all, and just walked closer to her destination step by step.
When the young novice monks put their hands together and say "Amitabha", they will take one step when the woman takes a step, and they will say "Amitabha" when the woman kowtows.