Zhiming was walking in the city of Xun Kingdom. Next to Zhiming, he was naturally followed by the "tomboy" Yuan Xin.
At this time, Yuan Xin had changed into clean clothes.
Zhiming originally wanted to dress Yuan Xin in a normal female outfit.
But Yuan Xin refused.
Perhaps wearing men's clothing and shaving short hair gives the center of the circle a sense of security.
Yuan Xin doesn't like to reveal her identity as a woman very much.
But having said that, Yuan Xin is a lay disciple. Although he is not completely shaved, his short hair is very consistent with Yuan Xin's image of following Zhiming.
In fact, after Yuan Xin was washed and put on clean clothes, and after washing away some of the mud, Yuan Xin did indeed look so pretty and even a little quiet.
However, Yuan Xin's behavior by following Zhiming's side is not so well-behaved.
"Give it back."
Walking on the busy street, Zhiming said softly.
Yuan Xin, who had just stolen a woman's purse, was still complacent just now, but when he heard Zhiming's voice, Yuan Xin was stunned.
"Repay it as soon as possible, otherwise, the monk will pay it back for you Yuan Xin, and then take you to apologize in person, Amitabha."
Zhiming put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name once.
Yuan Xin curled her lips. Although she felt very uncomfortable, she finally walked back and secretly put the money bag she had just stolen back into the other party's waist.
The technique was extremely proficient, and that person didn't notice it at all.
"Put it back."
After half a stick of incense, Yuan Xin walked back to Zhiming, but Zhiming didn't seem to have any intention of repenting.
In fact, within this year.
This is not the first time Yuan Xin has stolen something.
Whether it's a passerby's wallet or a meat bun on the street, she will steal it from time to time.
But I will be discovered by the center of the circle every time.
"Master, please do it. Please, please do it. Please reward me with some money, Master."
At this moment, a beggar climbed up and begged towards the center of the circle.
"roll!"
Yuan Xin shouted and kicked the other person's begging bowl away.
But Zhiming caught the center of the circle in time.
Yuan Xin glanced at Zhiming next to her, then retracted her feet angrily, and took a step back a little aggrievedly with her hands behind her back:
"Aren't I worried that the other party will stain your clothes, Master?"
Zhiming ignored the center of the circle and put a little silver into his bowl.
"Thank you, master, thank you, master"
The beggar kowtowed quickly, took the bowl and ran away.
"Why did you just do that?"
Zhi Ming asked to the center of the circle.
"He is begging, but Yuan Xinyou was also begging before. Why don't you sympathize with him?"
"Master, he has hands and feet. He can be a helper or a waiter. No matter what, he will never starve to death.
The other person doesn't want to go, so he obviously wants to get something for nothing. This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy."
Yuan Xin squeezed her little hand and looked at Zhiming with blinking eyes.
"But didn't you have hands and feet before, and you could also work as a waiter in a shop, but you were still starving to death, so why are you still begging in Yuan Xin?"
"How could Master say that?"
The center of the circle has a small mouth.
"I am a girl. What if someone discovers something? Although there are good people in this world, there are not many good people like Master."
"Yuanxin, as I said, good people shouldn't be pointed at guns."
"No, didn't the master voluntarily accept Yuan Xin as his disciple?"
Zhiming took a deep look at Yuan Xin, and finally shook his head, put his hands together in a salute, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
Zhiming continued to walk forward, Yuan Xin continued to follow Zhiming:
"Master, why are you teaching me magic?"
"later."
"But Master, I have been with you for a year."
"Later."
"But I heard from others that the earlier you practice, the better. If it's too late, won't you miss the opportunity to practice?"
"No, practice is only related to your heart."
"I don't understand, but Master, how late will I have to be?" Yuan Xin said dissatisfied.
Zhiming stopped, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the sky: "I don't know."
That night, Zhiming found an inn to stay.
Zhiming and Yuan Xin live separately.
After all, men and women are different.
They are separated when eating.
Yuan Xin secretly ordered a chicken.
Zhiming knew it, but didn't stop it.
The wine and meat passed through the intestines, but remained in the heart of the Buddha.
If there is no Buddha in the heart, what will be the use of wine and meat?
If the center of the circle is not a monk, drinking wine and eating meat, Zhi Ming will not care.
But just when Zhiming finished eating his vegetarian food, he heard the noise next door.
Zhiming sighed and walked out.
At this time, the center of the circle was scolding a waiter:
"What's going on with you? Why are you eating a chicken and getting such a big cockroach?!
I don’t care! Refund!
Give me my money back!
Be careful I curse you!
Send me another pot, Master"
Halfway through Yuan Xin's words, he saw Zhiming walking out of the room.
Zhiming walked to the waiter and gently helped him up: "This donor, I don't know what happened."
Zhiming will not ask the center of the circle.
Because it makes no sense.
"This master."
The waiter wiped his sweat, knowing that the two of them were traveling together.
And because the store owner believes in Buddhism, he specially said hello and wanted to treat these two well.
"It's a small problem, a small negligence, which caused this young master to eat a cockroach in his roast chicken. Please calm down and don't tell the boss. I will make up for it."
Restaurants will not punish cooks. After all, cooks are hard to find, but waiters are easy to find.
The last thing to blame is that the store owner just blamed the waiter for not having a good eye and didn't notice it.
Zhiming helped the waiter up, walked into the room, and looked at the roasted cockroach in the oil paper, which was slightly burnt.
Then Zhiming looked at the candle on the table.
"It's okay. The donor doesn't need to blame himself. It's so late for disturbing the donor."
Zhiming said to the waiter with a smile.
"Master, how about I send you another chicken?" The waiter suddenly felt guilty, feeling that it was his own mistake.
“It’s really okay.”
Zhi Ming recited the Buddha's name.
"As long as the donor does good things to others in the future, I believe that good will be rewarded."
"Thank you, Master, for having a lot of them."
The waiter was also moved and wiped away his tears. After learning the wise namaste, he slowly left.
Zhiming turned around and looked at the center of the circle.
Yuan Xin looked at Zhiming innocently.
Zhiming closed the door and spoke slowly: "Did you release this cockroach?"