After a heavy rain, the road in the mountains is filled with mist, and on both sides of the wet stairs leading up the mountain, rain and dew are still dripping on the lush leaves, creating a vibrant scene.
In the Golden Bell Temple on the mountain, a handsome man wearing a monk's costume was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with his hands clasped together, listening very seriously to the instructions of the old monk wearing cassocks beside him.
"Yuanfang, this practice is an ascetic practice. I will not give you any trouble during the practice down the mountain. The sufferings you experienced during this period are all tempering of your Buddha mind. I hope you can realize the great path of Buddhism from it!"
"Master, what should I do when I eat?" Yuan Fang raised his head in confusion.
"I will give you a begging bowl, and you can go beg for alms yourself when the time comes!"
"Then what if others don't give me food?" Yuan Fang continued to ask.
"Then let's change the donor!" the old monk said calmly.
"Then why don't we give it to another company?"
At this moment, the veins on the old monk’s forehead bulged:
"Practice requires you to face hunger, cold, and fatigue. If you can't get food through alms, you have to endure it!"
"Master, can I go to work when I'm very hungry?" Yuan Fang continued to ask.
"Working... at work?" At this moment, the old monk felt his blood pressure rising again, and he quickly recited "Amitabha" to calm his mood.
"No!"
"Master, can I stop practicing hard?" Yuan Fang said pitifully.
"You are an adult, and penance is a test of your state of mind. How can you just say you don't want to? If you go back to the temple early, or let me know that you don't abide by the rules of penance and break the precepts without permission, I will kick you out.
!" The old monk frowned and scolded.
"Okay, master, when will dinner be served? I'll eat more first so as not to go out and starve!"
Old monk: "..."
After accepting such a disciple, the old monk felt extremely tired. Apart from eating and fighting, he had nothing to do.
…
In the afternoon, Yuanfang, who still wanted to live and die in the temple, was finally kicked out of the mountain gate and began a year of "hard training."
At this moment, Yuanfang held an alms bowl in his hand, wore ascetic clothes, and walked down the mountain dejectedly.
He is very familiar with this mountain road. He often goes up and down the mountain with his brothers to buy supplies needed for the temple. Except for some festivals, there are basically no tourists.
The road down the mountain was winding and winding, and we walked for an hour before we reached the foot of the mountain.
There is a small town not far from the foot of the mountain. Although this town is located in a remote place, its construction is very modern and its infrastructure is also very complete. A road extends from the small town to the foot of the mountain.
After looking left and right, Yuanfang touched his fleshy head, not knowing where to go.
In the end, he decided to walk towards the town because there were many people there and he should be able to eat.
After another few hours of walking, Yuanfang felt hungry and missed the food in the temple.
However, thinking of the stern look in his master's eyes before leaving, Yuan Fang gave up the idea of going back.
Although there were buses going back and forth along the way, Yuanfang did not dare to take a ride. After all, the master had previously told him to only walk during the ascetic journey.
After looking at the "bowl" in his hand, Yuanfang rubbed his belly and walked into the streets of the town.
His appearance immediately attracted the attention of many people, because his dress was too conspicuous and incompatible with modern attire.
Walking in the street, the aroma coming from the shops on both sides made Yuanfang hungry again...
After thinking for a while, he walked into a restaurant.
Stepping to the checkout counter, Yuanfang placed the "bowl" in his hand on the counter, looked at the dozing boss and said:
"Boss, beg for alms!"
The boss was suddenly awakened, opened his eyes, and immediately spotted Yuan Fang standing in front of him.
"Boss, I'm begging for help!" Yuan Fang continued.
"Are you a real monk?" The boss was stunned.
"Yes, the young monk's name is Yuanfang." Yuanfang nodded immediately.
"You monks are so confident about alms now?" Looking at Yuan Fang who looked indifferent, the boss looked a little confused.
"Boss, I want to eat this...this, and this!" Yuanfang didn't seem to hear the boss's words and pointed at the menu on the wall.
boss:"……"
"Brother, I am doing a small business here, please find another one." At this moment, the boss decisively chose to expel the customer.
Hearing this, Yuanfang couldn't help but frown:
"Boss, I can actually reduce the number of dishes."
At this moment, the veins on the boss's forehead throbbed. His meaning had been expressed so clearly. Why could this monk be so shameless?
"Little monk, my business here is really small, you'd better find another one." After thinking about it, the boss said tactfully.
This time Yuanfang didn't say anything else. He picked up the "bowl" placed on the counter and walked out of the restaurant. As if he thought of something, he suddenly turned around and said to the restaurant owner:
"Buddha bless you!"
Then he left without looking back.
At this moment, the boss felt like he was being scolded, but he had no evidence.
After leaving this restaurant, Yuanfang continued to change restaurants and started a new alms-giving.
Regarding alms, Yuanfang has always had the same attitude.
Boss, beg for alms!
Be upright and confident, neither arrogant nor humble.
As a result, all his alms failed without exception, and no restaurant was willing to feed him.
This made Yuanfang very distressed. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he was still hungry, let alone a place to spend the night.
At this moment, Yuanfang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found an unkempt man sitting in a corner not far away. At this moment, he was eating cakes, one on his left hand and one on his right. He was eating happily, which made Yuanfang even hungrier.
After thinking for a while, Yuanfang quickly took a few steps forward and walked up to the man with the shaggy hair:
"Donor, alms!"
The man who was eating the cake suddenly widened his eyes and seemed to be choking. He couldn't help but start coughing. Then he quickly picked up the water bottle on the ground and started filling his mouth.
After regaining his composure, the man stared at Yuan Fang and said:
"Are you asking for help from me?"
Yuanfang nodded immediately: "Yes."
"Do you know what I do? I'm a beggar, doesn't your conscience hurt?" the beggar said with a look of disbelief.
"What's wrong with the beggar? Master said that all living beings are equal, so everyone is equal." Yuan Fang said seriously.
The beggar was speechless at this moment, feeling that what the monk said did make sense.
But it was absolutely impossible to ask him to hand over the bread in his hand, so he quickly spoke:
"You are a monk with a kind heart. This is my dinner. If I share it with you, I will be hungry tomorrow. You must not bear to see it!"
"Buddha once cut meat to feed eagles and sacrificed his life to feed tigers. You, the donor, are just giving out a piece of cake, which is insignificant. If you, the donor, are hungry tomorrow, it is a sharpening of your mind and will be of great help to your future!
"
At this moment, the beggar really wanted to get up and smash Yuanfang's bald head, and shout out "sharpen your uncle"!
"Gun, gun, gun, I'm trying to be polite to you, but you've really kicked your nose in the face, haven't you? Don't disturb me from eating the cake, get out!" At this moment, the beggar suddenly changed his face and cursed angrily.
After hearing this, Yuan Fang's expression did not change, he said, "Lord Buddha bless you," and then turned and left.
"Bald donkey, I wish you no more children!" Thinking that Yuanfang was cursing himself secretly, the beggar looked at Yuanfang's back and cursed angrily.
At this time, Yuan Fang suddenly turned around and looked at the beggar with a solemn expression, which startled him, thinking that Yuan Fang was about to take action.
"Donor, the young monk is a monk. This statement is very reasonable!" After saying this, Yuan Fang calmly turned around, his expression still extremely indifferent.
But the beggar was dumbfounded. At this moment, he suddenly felt that what the monk said seemed to make sense.
After thinking for a while, the beggar once again shouted towards Yuan Fang who was walking away: "I wish you a prosperous family!"
But after saying this, the beggar was stunned on the spot again. He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Looking at the cake in his hand, he suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite.
…
At this time, the sky was already dark, and Yuan Fang, who had failed to seek alms again, walked to a stone bridge, looked up at the stars in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh:
“So hungry!”
Is this what the master calls suffering? It’s so hard, master, I can’t bear it anymore!
From Yuanfang's point of view at this time, there is an equal sign between the so-called "bitterness" and "hungry".
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the distance, and then a man appeared in Yuanfang's sight, and behind them, a large group of people followed.
"Don't run, you dare to steal my things, and you dare to seduce my sister!" A man from behind pointed at the man running in front with a ferocious expression and shouted.
"I didn't sleep!" the man quickly came back and shouted.
"You are looking for death!" At this moment, the bearded man in the rear became even more angry.
When the man who was running for his life saw this, he was so frightened that he quickly quickened his pace. At this time, he happened to be in front of Yuanfang. When he saw Yuanfang blocking his way, he immediately turned sideways and wanted to pass by him, but Yuanfang did not.
He stopped him again and bumped into him.
Yuanfang didn't take a step back, but the man fell to the ground with a clatter.
"grass!"
The man stood up quickly and glared at Yuan Fang, but did not take action. He wanted to escape again, but was blocked by Yuan Fang again.
"Donor, if you stole someone else's things, you should return them. The master said that you have done something wrong and you must change it!"
"You damn bald donkey, get out of here!" The man glared at Yuan Fang and immediately raised his hand and hit Yuan Fang on the chest.
This punch hit Yuanfang firmly on the chest, but Yuanfang did not move at all. However, the man screamed in pain and fell to the ground again.
At this time, a large group of people from behind arrived and surrounded Yuanfang and the man.
"Monk, thank you!" the leading man said with a smile, then walked up to the fallen man and reached out to grab his hair:
"Where's my glaucosa?"
"Boss...I...I sold my soul coins!" The man who fell to the ground said with a sad face.
"What about the soul coins?"
"Buy... buy equipment." The man looked desperate.
"Fuck, you know very well that I farmed this pearl grass, and you stole it. You're looking for death!" As he said this, the man raised his hand and was about to slap him.
However, this slap was stopped by Yuan Fang before it could be taken.
"Monk, what are you doing?" The bearded man couldn't help but frown.
"Donor, it's wrong to hit people!"
"Monk, you have nothing to do here. Go away. If he steals my things, I will teach him a lesson!" As he said this, the bearded man slapped him again.
But this time, he was stopped by Yuan Fang again.
The bearded man suddenly felt dissatisfied and was about to speak when he saw Yuan Fang say in a calm tone:
"Donor, please hit him gently, don't beat him to death, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with."
At this moment, everyone around had a look of astonishment. They thought Yuanfang wanted to stop him, but he didn't expect that he would say these words.
"Yes...it's okay!" The bearded man couldn't help but nodded.
