Legend of the Cultivation God

And listening to the old monk proudly said: "The old man's master said that the title is a mark, no matter what it is, as long as others know it. Even if my Buddha is like, the old man said that Amitabha, it should be, the old man is called a Buddha. It is also normal, the most unsatisfactory, the old man does not open, there is meditation in the heart, it does not think too! And my Buddhist commando is the fundamental difference between the old monk and the former farming old man, only to keep these rules, the old man is the monk Otherwise the old man is not a monk!"

"Nan no Maitreya Buddha!" ​​Xiao Hua couldn't help but confess the Buddha's number and nodded. "The teacher said that even the little one is obsessed."

"Oh?" The old monk naturally couldn't hear anything different. The Jingxian fairy was a bit stunned. It was a strange look at Xiao Hua. This "South No Maitreya Buddha" Buddha did not hear it.

"What do you want to ask the younger son?" The old monk raised his fingers with some regret, and smelled a few times in front of his nose. He raised his hand and pulled up a few grasses from the ground. He said that the roots were placed in some hair. Chewed in the yellow teeth, a green sap of grass oozes from the rhizome, giving off a scent.

Xiao Hua looked at the familiar movements of the old monk and smiled: "Xiaosheng has been to many places and has seen many monks. The monks are different from the masters. They wear clean coats and plaits, holding wooden fish and rosary. The most important thing is that they hold their pockets. They don't cultivate. They make a living every day and ask people to give them. So when you see the master, Xiaosheng thinks it is very strange. Is it true that the monk of Shanliang is different from the place?"

The old monk scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "The little son can ask the old man down. In the past, the old man had never seen a monk. Later, there was a Chenghui Temple in Chengling, a monk in Chenghui Temple, and a monk who saw the old man. From that day on, the monk was going to cultivate. The old man had never seen a monk who was not working, and the old man could not answer you."

Xiao Hua thought for a moment and smiled: "Chonghong master does not know whether it is worth mentioning. After a while, Xiaosheng will visit the abbot of Chenghui Temple. The master can tell Xiaosheng, why do you have a good end, but you must be a monk. ?"

"A good end of the day?" Chonghong old monk squatted. Looking at Xiao Huadao. "Which eyes do Xiaogongzi see when the old man used to live a good life? What is wrong with the monk being a monk?"

Xiao Hua said with a smile: "It’s still a mistake of Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng always thinks that the monks who are monks in the temple are single lights, very boring. Everyday they work hard. There are so many rules and regulations. Where are the freedoms outside the temple? ?"

"Oh, that's the idea of ​​a young son and a little lady." Chonghong old monk smiled and said, "The little son has a little girl warms the bed. Naturally, there is no need to be a monk. And the old man is different..."

Jing Xianzi couldn't help but blush, and bowed his head slightly. She really does not understand why Xiao Hua is so interested in such a vulgar old farmer!

Then the old monk of Chonghong said the reason why he wanted to be a monk. The experience of the old monk is also complicated. When he was young, he was a good laborer in the village. However, the family was poor and could not be married to a wife. Later, when a woman from another country fled to Shanliang, she stayed at his home. However, there was a war in the frontier of Shanliang State. This piece of land was the territory of another country. The people in the village were either killed or fleeing. The old monk’s family was dispersed in the flight. When the old monk returned to this place, he was already a human being. No, the old monk stayed in the village in order to wait for the separated family. The family did not wait, but the years are coming. Although the old monk can cultivate the land, he can also make a living, but one person is always not good. If he is old, he is too old to find. The old monk was helpless, and found the Chenghui Temple in Qiling. He donated his paddy field to the temple. He is even more shaved. He eats and drinks in the temple every day. He also cultivates the temple’s fields every day. Everyday Life is also taken care of by young monks in the temple, much better than before.

After listening to the old monk of Chonghong, Xiao Hua’s eyebrows are somewhat wrinkled. If it is said that Chenghui Temple’s fertile land for the villagers has become a private property, it is also wrong. After all, the old monk of Chonghong is voluntary, and the old monk of Chonghong can understand There are many similar situations with him. These old monks are willing to donate the land to the temple. These old monks, such as Chonghong, can't finish their own cultivation, and there are strong young people and young monks in the temple. These old monks are not only edible, but other vegetables are not lacking, and there are even some silver and copper coins. Send it down. Not only that, Chenghui Temple will have a monk to urge the old monks such as Chonghong to chanting every day. Even if these old monks do not recognize the words, the monks will read them in a sentence, let these old monks follow them, and the ordinary homework is also It must be, of course, that the time for these lessons may be much less than in ordinary temples.

Waiting for Xiao Hua to listen to the old monk of Chonghong, talking about Chenghui Temple, not only their old monks, but also some orphans to take care of themselves, since childhood, the monks; the ordinary people who are close to the poor, the difficult people There are some difficulties, but also come to Chenghui Temple to find someone to solve. Xiao Hua couldn't help but turn his head and look at Jing Xianzi. He whispered: "The old have some to raise, the young have to teach, the poor have to rely on, it is difficult to help, and the widowed and lonely people are raised??"

Although Jing Xianzi is not a Confucianism, she is in charge of a country. She also heard about it and did not feel a slight nod: "The son said, the national teacher of Shanliangguo...not simple!"

"Yeah, after listening to the words of Master Chonghong, Xiaosheng has an urge to see the Buddha's national teacher." Xiao Hua also laughed, and then asked the old monk of Chonghong, "Master, you know Xiao Jian?"

"Xiao Jian?" The old monk stunned and shook his head slightly. "Which village is he born in?"

"Oh, Xiao Jian is not a future generation, it is a national leader in your single Liang..." Xiao Hua smiled and explained, "Do you know this person?"

"The original son who didn't have a fart was called Xiao Jian!" Chonghong's old monk listened, and he didn't know how to gnash his teeth. "The old man certainly knows this person! If it is not this man who fights and loses, how can the old man's village?" May be seized by neighboring countries? If there is no neighboring country's soldiers coming over, the old man's home... How can it be gone? It turns out... It turned out that this **** turtle son is called Xiao Jian! It is really embarrassing! Grandma's, old man can't wait to eat His flesh, drink his blood..."

“Nan no Maitreya Buddha!” Xiao Hua said quickly. “The master has made too many mouths today, be careful that the Buddha is angry.”

"Hey, even if the Buddha is angry, the old man must scream at him!" The old monk of Chonghong heard that he didn't fight for a fight. "How good was it before I was alone? When the old man was young, the whole village There are still four weeks in the village, which is very good, but because this son has no **** dog things, the students will be ruined by the folks who are close to the mountains. Hey, if you don’t have the monk of Chenghui Temple, you don’t know now. What it looks like!"

“Oh!” Hearing this, Xiao Hua’s heart suddenly asked, “Where does the master know who the leader of Shan Liangguo is now?”

"Who is who is who!" Chonghong old monk is angry and waving. "They beat me, I beat you, and I didn't do anything with the old man. The old man just wanted to live."

"Oh, that hasn't been a war in the last ten years?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"Of course not!" Chonghong old monk laughed. "Was there are Buddhas in my single Liangguo, how can there be war?"

"It makes sense!" Xiao Hua smiled and got up. "Chong Hong, master, can you always have time to take a visit to the abbot of Chenghui Temple?"

"Of course, of course..." The old monk of Chonghong hurriedly got up, and his right hand was happily lifted up, knocking on the stones under him, but this time he knocked on the air. The old monk was a little embarrassed and smiled. "Oh, many years of habits, it is not easy to change! But Master said it is good, as long as there is a Buddha in the heart, all the habits can be changed."

"Should! This nature is also blessed by Buddha." Xiao Hua smiled and replied.

"Walk, Xiaogongzi please go to the old man with the old man. The abbot of Chenghui Temple likes people who have knowledge. I remember that many scholars have come to the temple before." Although the old monk of Chonghong is not young, he can walk as fast as he can. Going fast on the mountain road, talking while walking.

Although the mountain is called a mountain, it can actually be called a ridge. It is not high in itself. It is only a large and long stretch of the mountain. It produces many hillsides like a dragonfly.

In addition to the common trees, there are also a lot of fruit trees on the ridge. These fruits are made into forests. Where the fruit trees are not born, sometimes it is a melon garden, sometimes it is a wheat field, and you can still see a pile of cardamom. These places also have some monks, some old, some young, and some melon gardens are small Shami guards with their heads.

These big and small monks, like Chonghong, have laughs on their faces. Maybe they can't say Amitabha in their mouths, maybe they don't have clean robes, but when they see Xiao Hua and Jing Xianzi, they are all hands folded together, laughing and giving gifts. The end is to make Xiao Hua look happy.

"Chonghong..." The eyes can't see the distance. A great temple will cover the mountains. The large and small sheds are hidden in the relaxed cypress. A rough voice is uploaded from the mountain road. "You are not working in the field." Running back to do it? Is it hungry?"

Xiao Hua looked up, but saw a small, middle-aged monk dressed in a white coat. The coat looked very worn, but the shabby clothes were inferior to the monk’s bitter face. Quite a lot.

"Master..." When the old monk of Chonghong saw this person, he stood up and stood with his hands together. "The disciple just worked in Tanaka, just happened to meet the two donors to find Chenghui Temple. The disciples were afraid that they would misplace the place. Just bring them up." (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!

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