Chapter 1406 From south to north, all the way to the north
One day later, Xiang Que paid special attention to the news. An earthquake did occur somewhere in Qinghai around three in the morning. More than 400 houses collapsed, seven villages were razed to the ground, more than 500 people were displaced, and more than 200 people were injured.
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As expected, the natural disaster came true the day after the tears of the Leshan Giant Buddha appeared.
So, Xiang Que, who had an epiphany, quickly went to the place where the earthquake occurred.
Xiang Que's epiphany was not because of the tears of the Leshan Giant Buddha, but because he suddenly understood the roots of Buddhist practice through the past of Monk Haitong. Monk Haitong traveled around the Tang Dynasty throughout his life, raising money for the construction of the Giant Buddha with one person and one alms bowl.
A life spent in careless giving.
The ashes have been buried in the Xuankong Temple in the Xishan Mountain of Xiangjiatun. The master came to the Xuankong Temple three times in his life. Each time he was born, he was either to save the souls of thousands of people who died in suffering, or to pray for the ordinary people who suffered after the disaster and reincarnate.
In the past few lives, the deceased Cao Shanjun was a master of compassion for the world. He never stopped doing good things in the world, creating the living Buddha Cao Shanjun in this life. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was willing to give up the opportunity to become a Buddha in order to influence countless sinful ghosts in the underworld.
Jinru hell, let go of the bold words that if the hell is not empty for a day, I will not become a Buddha.
Therefore, people in Buddhism pay attention to practicing in the world, doing good deeds, and accumulating virtues in the world. Cause and effect reincarnate from life to life. Every eminent monk who has attained enlightenment has the awareness and thought of cutting meat to feed eagles. If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell? It’s not true that I will go to hell.
What kind of hell is this? It’s the thinking of Buddhists who value suffering and benefiting thousands of people. So the old abbot of the White Horse Temple saw what Xiang Que wanted and told him that you can’t get what you want by asking for truth under the stupa.
Those things are equivalent to waiting for something to happen and have no effect at all.
So, Xiang Que, who had an epiphany, rushed to the earthquake-stricken area. At first, he was an ordinary volunteer in the Jinru rescue team. This was his first time encountering a natural disaster.
The village in front of us was in a mess with more than 60 houses collapsed, and almost none of them was intact. The villagers were wandering helplessly in front of their homes, with indescribable sadness and sadness on their faces, and the sound of crying could be heard from time to time.
Come on, there are people looking for surviving relatives under the ruins. In this scene, even the three or four-year-old children who are not very sensible are much quieter. They no longer cry and play, and stand quietly aside to hug each other.
He stared at the adult's body blankly at the home that disappeared overnight.
After Xiang Que became a volunteer, he discovered that there are actually a lot of kind-hearted people in the world. In addition to the local government, there are also officers and soldiers coming to provide disaster relief. People like him who put down their own affairs and come to help without any consideration for any compensation are constantly coming to help.
Come to think of it, some people say that with the development of society, people have become more and more selfish and self-centered. They only know how to take but not how to give. Everything depends on price and conditions. While society is developing, human nature is regressing.
This kind of negative emotions and comments are flooding the Internet and the news. Xiang Que feels that these are comments made by people who have never seen the sky from a well and have never seen it on the ground. When they have the opportunity to come to the scene of the disaster, they will understand.
Human nature is always a trait that humans have never left behind, and this will not change even if it develops for thousands of years.
During the day, Xiang Que worked as a volunteer, performing auxiliary work in disaster relief, carrying rubble, digging for survivors, and providing help to the elderly and children. At night, when many of the disaster relief work came to a standstill, he walked alone among the ruins, then crossed his legs.
Sit on it.
Whenever a catastrophe occurs, the most unavoidable thing is the death of people. Most of these people die with a lot of resentment. There are also many people who can't believe that they are dead and don't want to let go of too many things in the world, so they linger around.
Want to leave.
At night, Xiang Que becomes Mr. Yin Yang, extraditing the souls of the dead to the underworld.
Near early in the morning, Xiang Que got up. He suddenly heard a string of gentle Buddhist sounds coming into his ears from a distance. Xiang Que followed the sound for a moment and saw an old monk wearing ordinary monk robes sitting in the field outside the village.
On the ground, he was holding Buddhist beads in his left hand and knocking wooden fish with his right hand, while chanting the Guanyin Sutra of Saving Suffering and Disaster.
After a long time, a white light lit up on the horizon, the sun rose quietly from the eastern horizon, the afterglow of dawn shone on the earth, and a new day was about to come.
The old monk opened his eyes and stopped spinning the prayer beads and the wooden fish in his hand.
Xiang Que put his hands together and said softly: "Thank you, Master, for your enlightenment."
This old monk is the old abbot of White Horse Temple. After Xiang Que met him once, he was inspired by the Zen words that he had never understood in the fog and left. When Xiang Que wanted to find him to explain his doubts,
, the monk from White Horse Temple told him that the abbot had gone to lecture on Buddhism, but he did not expect that the abbot would actually come here.
"All the people in the world are in trouble, and I, the Buddha, are merciful..." The old abbot pronounced a Dharma chant, and stood up from the ground with difficulty. His body was slightly staggering, and he sat there without any cultivation.
It was such a hard night.
"Does the donor understand?"
Xiang Fang nodded and said: "I understand, Buddhism and Taoism practice is indeed not something I can ask for. It is about the cycle of cause and effect. If I really visited thousands of temples in the world, it would just be a waste of time and effort.
, only by joining the world and understanding the common people can I get what I want."
The old host smiled happily, nodded and said: "The road is still long, so go slowly."
Half a month later, the disaster area calmed down, and what Xiang Que could do was limited. He left here and began his first Buddhist practice.
In mid-July, Xiang Que was like an ascetic, walking alone from Qinghai to the world, sleeping in the open air during the day and resting at night. Whenever he saw anyone in need of help along the way, he helped out.
People in Taoist sects, such as Maoshan, Tianshi Sect and Longhushan, also pay attention to joining the world, subduing demons, collecting ghosts and souls, and they can be regarded as doing good deeds in the world, but most of them are in exchange for costly conditions. At this time, Xiang Que
What you do is totally different from Taoism, you just give without expecting anything in return.
After a month or two, Xiang Que had done countless good deeds, and he became as gray and disgraced as a wanderer, but his steps remained firm and unwavering.
In August he went to the banks of the Yellow River, and in September he went to the banks of the Yangtze River, where floods were raging.
From the beginning of the year to the present, more than half a year has passed. Xiang Que has always played the role of an ascetic. During this period, he has never contacted anyone he knows well. At this time, I am afraid that someone who knows him will see Xiang Que.
If you don't, your jaw will drop in shock.
He lacks the vitality, exuberance and domineering that young people should have, but has a touch of calmness and sophistication, and a back-to-nature temperament that is very inconsistent with his age.
Seven or eight months may not change an ordinary person, but Xiang Que, who is devoted to spiritual practice, has changed a lot in these few months. Around mid-October, he had already moved from south to north.
Beijing, Tsinghua University.
A dusty figure stood at the gate with his hands behind his back. After looking up for a moment, his face showed a slight hint of remembering the bitterness and sweetness, and then he took steps towards the inside with deep emotion.
"Hey, hey, hey, you, what about you, stop, what are you doing?" The security guard walked over quickly with a rubber baton, stopped in front of the man, looked up and down for a few times, waved and said: "Four or five steps forward.
Zhan Road, Wangfujing Street, or seven or eight miles north to Tianqiao, these two places are suitable for you to go, but this is not where you should come."
The man tilted his head and said, "How appropriate?"
"Begging, those two places are full of homeless people. If you lower your face and kneel down and beg, you can make a lot of money for two or three hundred a day. Do you know where this is? Tsinghua University, the highest university in China, is home to national universities.
Dongliang, are you not delaying the development of the motherland by coming here to beg? Can you have some ideological awareness and get out, or I will put you in a detention center and deport you back to your hometown as a gangster."
The homeless man grinned with joy, pointed at himself and said, "Uncle Wang, you don't recognize me anymore? Take a closer look?"
"Hey? How did you know that my surname is Wang?" The other party looked at Xiang Que in surprise, and then said with a click of his tongue: "You, aren't you the second fool of the Cao family, Cao An?"
During the time when Xiang Que was stupid, he spent a lot of time in Tsinghua University. He was quite familiar with following Cao Haoran and Cao Qingguo around the campus and hanging out with the security guards.
"Then do you think I can go in?" Xiang Que asked, squinting his eyes.
"Go, go, Qingguo is off work today..."
On the east side of the campus, staff dormitories.
At Cao Qingguo's house, a family of three is having a meal at this time, but in addition to this family of three, there is also a star-like girl sitting at the dining table. Take a look at the simple furnishings in this dormitory and the relationship between Cao Qingguo's family.
To be honest, dressing up is not suitable for this girl when eating, because judging from her delicate face, well-tailored clothes and the Longines watch in her hand, it would be better for her to sit in a hotel or a Western restaurant.
It is appropriate, and you should not frequently put vegetables in the bowl of the man next to you who looks honest and honest, and her eyes often reveal a look of admiration.
This scene has a bit of a princess-and-beast feel to it, especially every time the woman brings him food with a sweet smile, the young man scratches his head and smiles shyly, nodding his head again and again and agreeing sullenly,
It gives people the feeling that the cow dung has used countless martial arts to stick the flowers firmly.
Cao Haoran and Han Shuhua's relationship became very close within a year, creating a touching legend of the swan and the toad. Whenever the two of them walked arm in arm on campus, they would grind their teeth and beat their chests.
They all rise and fall here.
A Tsinghua school beauty had an affair with the son of a security guard whose monthly salary was only 3,500 yuan, which made countless Tsinghua boys heartbroken!