Chapter 386 Compassion for the Monk Father’s Obsession 5
Chapter 386 The Compassionate Monk Dad is Obsessed 5
With the blessing of the grass essence, the legend about the "Four Sea Buddha Heart" became rampant. Some strange legends began to spread.
Some people say that the Buddhas of the Four Seas have great treasures in mind and body.
Some people say that the soil in the hearts of Buddhas in the four seas is a treasure, and the soil can cultivate grass essence. An inch of soil can save people's lives!
For a time, the "Four Sea Buddha Heart" temple became famous!
In the middle of the month, people from hundreds of miles away rush to the "Four Sea Buddha Heart".
They saw the Buddha appear.
And everyone has seen this phenomenon.
Fuchen was very happy, and he created a "Buddha" character through his bragging.
The monks in the temple were also very happy. They listened more and were asked more questions, and they gradually believed in the legend of the "Son of Buddha".
Only the host looked solemn and called Mu Shen.
"Master, Fuchen didn't mean it." Mu Shen begged for mercy for Fuchen.
The presiding officer solemnly said, "Although she had no intention of doing so, she suddenly brought the entire temple to the forefront. However, she induced the people of the world to collide with the truth and desires."
Mu Shen was silent. He knew that he was somewhat different. He was smart, precocious, and ordinary people wouldn't regard him as a child. He had the potential to be close to a demon.
"Master, what is the truth? What Fuchen said are all lies." Mu Shen reminded.
"Her lie just put all the focus on you. You are the most potential person among us in hundreds of years. It is possible for you to become enlightened and become a Buddha in the future. I originally planned to come slowly and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. However,
Now it's impossible." The host said earnestly.
"Our Buddha Heart Temple has been feared by people for thousands of years. If your reputation is too great, it may not be a good thing for you. Mu Shen, your path must be different from ordinary people. You will die at any time on the road to becoming a Buddha and a god.
His destiny. Your Buddha mind has not yet been settled. Even if the Buddha wants to save you, you will not be able to escape your fate." The host sighed, "Do you know whether the floating dust is a blessing or a curse to you?"
The host Yang Tian sighed, "Who in the world knows this?"
"Your fate, and the fate of everyone in the world, fell into the unknown early because of her lies."
"If you want to last a long time, remember to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and keep a low profile in everything. In addition to you, the people around you should do the same."
The host's face was full of anxiety.
Mu Shen watched, and the contents in the eyes of the two bald heads communicated with each other. The old monk's anxiety and sorrow, and the young monk's seriousness.
"Master, is there any hidden secret that we don't know about?" the young monk asked.
No one took this casual bragging seriously, so how did it become a matter of destiny?
The host looked at the young monk and didn't speak for a long time, his eyes filled with sadness.
The little monk went back and saw the grass lying on the threshold.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Did the old monk say something to you? Say, I'll scold him! He's a bald donkey!" Fuchen said eagerly, protecting the calf.
The young monk shook his head, "Master did not scold me, but warned me not to be arrogant and to act in a low-key manner."
The grass standing on the threshold did not move, and the grass leaves swayed in the wind.
Although the young monk didn't say anything, the solemn look on his face clearly showed that she seemed to be in trouble again.
Fuchen was confused: No, isn't it just bragging? Can you also be scolded?
If you want to scold me, what's the use of criticizing the little monk?
Fuchen thought for a long time without feeling that he was at fault, so he climbed on the young monk's shoulders and changed the topic, "Hey, do you know why our temple is called Sihai Foxin Temple?"
The young monk smiled and said, "What does the donor think?"
"I heard..."
"I don't want you to hear it, but what the donor thinks." The young monk interrupted Fuchen for the first time.
"..." Fuchen didn't want to say it. She felt that what she said would cause a scolding. Now she was scolding the young monk, but later the old monk would catch her and scold her.
"Everyone is born kind. In other words, everyone has a Buddha in their heart. The Buddha's heart in the world is to guide everyone in the world to do good, and everyone has a Buddha." The young monk said with a smile.
"..." Fuchen still held back his words.
"Donor, just say what you want to say." In the past, when Balabala opened her mouth, it was strange that the young monk couldn't notice it.
"I heard it's because of the Buddha's heart relic." Fuchen said quietly.
The young monk solemnly said, "I have indeed heard of this. But no one knows about the Buddha's relics, and no one has seen them. The master has never mentioned it. The poor monk thinks that the Buddha's heart relics are just fabricated by people. Sometimes
, people are more willing to make up a mythical story to convince themselves than to believe in plain facts and human hearts."
Fuchen pretended not to say anything.
Anyway, she is the "person" who likes to listen to and tell stories.
The young monk couldn't find out anything here. Fuchen called on his aunts and uncles to ask around.
"Little Fuchen, you won't be able to ask us if you ask us. We live in spring and autumn and follow the four seasons. At most, we only know what happened this year. If we go forward, none of us will know." Aunt Cao was embarrassed.
She is just an ordinary grass. If the floating dust hadn't opened her spiritual acupoints, her words would have been as if the earth were breathing. Who would be able to hear her?
"Then who knows?" Fuchen asked.
"Tree." Aunt Cao took it for granted. In the eyes of grass, trees are the most enviable. They can stand proudly despite wind and rain. If they live long, they can watch the complete four seasons.
The tree... the tree in the temple, naturally looked down upon her Fuchen. Especially after she boasted about her awesomeness, she looked down upon her even more.
Bodhi Tree didn't mind. He was silent and reserved, just like the Buddha statue in the main hall. Ask him and you'll probably get what the young monk said.
Fu Chen held back his strength and had no choice but to give up.
At night, as usual, I climbed onto the little monk and slept, rising and falling with the monk's breathing.
The little monk is used to waking up every morning and noticing grass growing on his body. He is also used to opening his eyes first to wake up the floating dust when he wakes up.
The young monk simply washed up and went out of the yard with a broom and grass on his head.
Foxin Temple is very big in Fuchen's eyes, and there are always places she has never been to.
Fuchen followed the young monk to the "Book Pavilion" and watched the young monk lower his head and clean it carefully, doing the work of a young novice. He didn't know why, "Why are we cleaning the library?"
"Quiet mind. If the mind is not quiet enough, the practice is not in place." The young monk silently did his own thing. His hands, eyes, and heart were in one, and his expression was peaceful.
"Oh." Anyway, she only knew that the little monk was very comfortable and she felt comfortable watching the world with him.
Fuchen watched the little monk wipe the dust with a cloth over and over again. The light and shadow shifted from west to east. There were still many, many books written by the little monk.
Bored Fuchen took a nap habitually and fell asleep in the sun.
The little monk saw the floating dust on the growing roots and leaves, and knew that she had fallen asleep again.
Only when she was asleep did her body take over.
The little monk compared the length with his hands.
The root is 5 inches (16.5 cm) and the leaves are 3 inches (10 cm).
It has grown twice as much as before.
In nearly a month, it has already grown at such a rapid rate.
The little monk gently stroked the grass leaves with his fingers. The lush leaves are growing freely, and the future will be brighter.
Now sleep peacefully, and when you calm down, you will know how you will grow. The little monk looked at the grass with expectation, the sun was shining brightly. The little monk sprinkled a bowl of water, patted the grass crown, turned around and walked into the shadow.
Quietly wiping the dust.
On the third day, Fuchen stood on the table and looked at the strange-looking words next to him.
"Little monk, why are we in the library again?" Fuchen asked, she preferred the lively atrium.
She wanted to go to the atrium to brag, but the young monk didn't allow her.
"Donor, be still." The young monk greeted him with two words and gave two instructions.
I can't calm down... I feel helpless in the dust.
She couldn't understand the words. The whole grass fell on the table. It was very boring. She wanted to go out to play...
