There is no road ahead. Just when heavy raindrops fell from the sky and it was about to rain down heavily, Wang Xu saw a small temple from a distance.
"Fortunately there is a temple, Amitabha, Amitabha"
Wang Xu quickly drove the cattle into the temple. This temple located halfway up the mountain was not big, with only one main hall and not even a side room.
In the main hall, a stone statue of Arhat is enshrined. In the corner, there is thick straw and a patched monk's robe hangs on the wall.
Wang Xu tied the cow to a pillar and sat in a corner covered with straw, watching the pouring rain outside.
I was thankful in my heart: "Fortunately there is a small temple here, otherwise I would be miserable today."
The rain continued for more than two hours and did not stop until almost noon.
Seeing that it had cleared up after the rain outside, Wang Xu did not dare to stay, so he drove his cattle and headed out.
When I came down the mountain, I looked down and saw that there was a piece of straw stuck to my body.
Holding the straw in his hand, Wang Xu looked up at the temple halfway up the mountain and thought to himself: "If there were no temple and the cows got wet in the rain, I would definitely be beaten when I go back. No, this straw is
It belongs to the old monk in the temple. His temple has helped me a lot, how can I take away his things?"
Wang Xu held the straw in his hand and drove the cattle back the same way, hoping to return the straw to its original owner.
"Old monk, thank you for the temple. This is your straw. I will return it to you." Wang Xu held the straw in his hand and put it back respectfully.
It didn't matter. He lowered his head and looked at the corner of the wall, and found that there was an inconspicuous crack in the corner.
Wang Xu squatted in the corner and buttoned the button. With just one click, the crack was opened.
When you first see it, you will see a hidden compartment inside. Inside the hidden compartment, there is a palm-sized, golden Buddha statue.
"Golden Buddha?" Wang Xu wiped his eyes and took out the golden Buddha in disbelief.
The Golden Buddha was very heavy, heavier than iron. Wang Xu bit it with his teeth, leaving a clear tooth mark on it.
“It’s so golden!”
Wang Xu was overjoyed. With this palm-sized golden Buddha, how could he let Master Niu herd cattle?
I'm afraid that the entire Niujia Village combined is not as valuable as this golden Buddha. He is about to become prosperous.
Greed arises from the heart, evil arises from the courage.
Wang Xu looked around, picked up the golden Buddha and ran away. He didn't notice at all that the moment he ran out of the temple, there was a line of comments left on the wall.
If you don’t love grass, you will love gold.
"This Wang Xu is reluctant to take away even a piece of grass from the temple, and even returns it when he comes down the mountain, which shows that he still has some small kindness in his heart. It's a pity that facing him is thousands of times more valuable than grass, which is enough to change him.
When he saw the Golden Buddha in his lifetime, he wavered, which shows that he had difficulty grasping the big issues of right and wrong."
"That's true, but there are only a few people who can truly remain unmoved by external objects. Under the Big Dream Clock, a person's true temperament will be exposed. No matter how they disguise themselves, they are always the most real in dreams. I'm afraid even if
If you and I go in, just in terms of character, we won't be much better than him, right?"
"this"
"Stop arguing. There are three levels of dreams. Let's continue looking at them."
Who am I? I am Wang Xu, a scholar by the Luohe River.
I have been studying poetry and books since I was a child, aiming to become a king and prime minister. However, my family was poor and I didn’t know the taste of meat for three years.
Fortunately, thanks to the financial support from Luo Niang on the banks of the Luohe River, I could not even afford pen and ink.
The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.
Wang Xu passed the exams year after year, and even failed to pass the examination, let alone the examination, and failed to pass the examination.
Luo Niang waited hard for Wang Xu, but was forced by her family to marry Chongxi, the seriously ill son of Li Yuanwai from the east of the city.
This move was so good that he killed Yuan Li's son without paying any respect to the court, and he became a widow at a young age.
The leaky house happened to be raining all night, so Luo Niang was driven back to her parents' home, and was forced by her family to remarry.
Luo Niang refused to obey, so she invited her to the Chastity Memorial Arch and vowed not to marry for the rest of her life.
Three years later, Wang Xu, who had repeatedly failed in his attempts, was rafting on the Luo River in a depressed mood.
By chance, he rescued the son of the prefect of Luocheng who also slipped and fell into the water while boating on the river.
Under the care of the prefect of Luocheng, Wang Xu was selected as a scholar in the second year and as a scholar in the third year. He went to Beijing to take the exam in a daze, and came back after being selected as a Jinshi.
The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
After Wang Xuzhong became a Jinshi, he was promised the post of Qingyang County Magistrate. Before his renewal, Wang Xu rode a tall horse back to his hometown and found Luo Niang who was guarding the chastity arch.
The tall chastity arch is three feet long, just perfect for tying horses.
Wang Xu pushed the door open and walked in. One person was sentimental and the other was intentional. Even the Chastity Archway could not stop the fire.
And just when Lang was half in love with his concubine, half-heartedly, a message appeared on the chastity archway outside the door: "A chaste and virtuous girl is worthy of her husband."
"If you don't love an inch of grass, you will love real gold. A chaste and virtuous girl will marry your husband. This person has bad morals!"
"Otherwise, the ancient Buddhist emperor of the Western Regions once said that the mortal world is a catastrophe. Who dares to say that his moral integrity is intact throughout the ages?"
"Look again, the third dream of the Big Dream Bell is the real test. The first two dreams are just to make people fall deeper and deeper into the dream."