my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 915
As the sun goes down, strolling in the temple, listening to the deep and distant bells, feeling the sunset and dusk, has a special artistic conception.

Hongfu Temple, under a bodhi tree outside the backyard.

A little monk with red lips and white teeth, and a face as white as jade, with an osmanthus cake in each hand, eating with relish.

On the side, sat an old monk with wrinkled skin but abnormal spirit.

The old monk, whose dharma name is Faming, is a well-known and promising eminent monk in Chang'an City. He is also the monk who rescued Tang Seng in his early years and named him Jiang Liu'er.

Now Jiang Liu'er has not shaved his hair and ordained to become a monk, but is a registered disciple who practiced with Master Faming. Two years later, Tang Monk will shave his hair and practice, and his master Faming bestows the Dharma title-Xuanzang.

Master Faming ate a few cakes, suppressed his growing appetite, and after silently chanting 'Amitabha', he said, "Benefactor, you have sent your maids to present vegetarian bags to Hongfu Temple for seven consecutive days. The poor monk is very grateful for your kindness, but in the future, it is better not to give it away."

"Why?"

Pan Haodong looked surprised.

If I remember correctly, temples always donated to believers, so how could there be extrapolation?
Even if I donate vegetarian buns, they cannot be bought outside, and all kinds of delicious vegetable buns, according to the reply from Xiaoyu who gave the buns.

Every time she delivered buns in the morning, the monks in Hongfu Temple would riot and rush to eat them.

"Because the steamed stuffed buns you made are so delicious. In the morning, the juniors in the temple will not care to study early and think about the steamed stuffed buns all the time."

"Hey~~"

After speaking, he sighed lightly.

In fact, it's not just the young monks in Hongfu Temple. Old monks like Master Faming, after eating Pan Haodong's steamed stuffed buns, their appetites became bigger and bigger.

The buns are good buns.

It's just addictive, which is not a good sign.

Even an eminent monk like myself can become addicted, thinking about it from time to time when he reads the scriptures, let alone others.

In order to prevent the monks from getting deeper and deeper, Master Fa Ming could only reluctantly give up the delicious and delicious buns.

"I see."

Pan Haodong smiled.

The food made by others is for eating. The food made by him has the attributes of reading material, which can make people addicted and never forget. Master Faming's worries are not unreasonable.

"Brother Pan, won't you come to deliver buns in the future?"

Jiang Liu'er, who has not yet become a Tang monk, swallowed the pastry in his mouth like a jujube, and asked impatiently.

A young monk like him in the monastery was looking forward to the vegetarian buns delivered by Sister Xiaoyu every morning, and then swarmed around to grab the buns. Now he has nothing to eat.

How can I still have the energy to chant sutras and recite Buddha’s name!

"Jiang Liu'er, now it's not a question of whether big brother Pan will send you or not, but a question of whether your master, elders and abbots in the temple will accept it. If they accept it, as long as my steamed stuffed bun shop is still open, they will keep giving it to you." If you don't accept it, then I'm in the wrong place." Pan Haodong spread his hands, looking helpless as I am.

"Hey..." Jiang Liu'er looked disappointed.

When Master Faming saw this scene, he couldn't help but frowned and said dissatisfied: "Jiang Liu'er, greed, anger, and ignorance are the three poisons. Food like women is just a dream. Everything is in vain. Your practice has not reached home yet. Go back." Copy the "Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra" three times, and you are not allowed to sleep until you finish copying it."

"Ah, three, three times?" Jiang Liuer was dumbfounded.

Such a thick book, when will this be copied!

"If you don't go, you will be fined to copy it five times..."

"No, I'll go right away."

Jiang Liuer's heart tightened, he grabbed a few pastries and ran to the temple.

After he left.

A light flashed in Faming's eyes, and he asked, "Benefactor, you deliberately approached us, master and apprentice, probably not because you believe in Buddhism and want to ask for a consecrated magic weapon to protect you?"

Being exposed by someone, Pan Haodong was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and said slowly: "Master Faming, you really have sharp eyes, and I approached you with a purpose, but don't get me wrong, my purpose is good, because I am Jiang Jiang. A classmate of Liu'er's father."

Master Fa Ming raised his head and said, "So, you know Jiang Liu'er's life experience?"

"Yes."

Pan Haodong nodded.

Later, he slowly narrated: "Jiang Liu'er's biological father is Chen Guangrui. He was the top scorer in high school 16 years ago, but I failed the exam unexpectedly. Feeling discouraged, I began to travel around the world. However, I only heard the bad news after traveling for only half a year. .”

"Brother Chen was the number one scholar in high school. After that, Yin Wenjiao, the daughter of Yin Kaishan, threw a hydrangea ball to invite her relatives. The hydrangea ball hit Chen Guangrui. Biao's two boatmen became intent on murdering for money, Chen Guangrui was pushed into the river, Miss Yin was taken over by Liu Hong, and Liu Hong took Chen Guangrui's official title to Jiangzhou to take office, Miss Yin wanted to die, But thinking of her husband’s feud not being avenged and her pregnancy, she had to endure the humiliation for the time being, and later gave birth to a baby boy, put him on a wooden board in the middle of the river, and wrote a blood letter, asking the kind-hearted people who saw the baby to adopt him..."

Speaking of this, Pan Haodong sighed softly, his words mixed with helplessness and coldness: "Before coming to Chang'an, I had killed Liu Hong and Li Biao and rescued Miss Yin, but because of her lack of integrity, she secretly committed suicide by hanging from a beam, leaving only Her last words were for me to find her child and be her adoptive father."

After hearing this, Master Faming sighed: "I didn't expect Jiang Liu'er's life experience to be so bizarre! It's just that killing can't solve the problem. You shouldn't kill people. You should humanize Liu Hong and Li Biao."

Pan Haodong smiled coldly: "Should they put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately?"

Master Fa Ming glanced at him, and responded: "If they can put down the butcher knife, there will be one less villain in the world, and why not become a Buddha right away?"

"Master, after the villain kills people, commits crimes, and enjoys himself, he can become a Buddha and obtain good results by throwing away the knife. Why can't those devout believers who chant scriptures and chant Buddha all day long fail to become Buddhas in their entire lives?"

Speaking of this, Pan Haodong's voice rose a few decibels in vain; "After doing evil, you can become a Buddha by putting down your knife. If you recite scriptures and recite Buddha's name for a hundred years, but there is no fruit, this is your teaching? Do you teach people to obey evil?"

"What's more, those who put down the butcher's knife? Really let go of the evil in their hearts? Are you sure they're not desperate, using the excuse of the ancient Buddha to avoid disasters and evade responsibility?"

"..."

Master Faming was asked.

Let the evildoer lay down his butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, although the original intention is good.

But this matter, if you pursue it seriously, it is really like what Pan Haodong said, leading people to do evil, and the final result is that Buddhist temples become places where filth is hidden.

There are many examples of wicked people hiding in temples after they have committed crimes and have no other way out.

If nothing else, there are several in Hongfu Temple alone.

Although some of these people have been taught by eminent monks, there are still some who are unrepentant. One of them uses Hongfu Temple as a safe haven. If he is not strictly monitored, he will go out to do evil.

After committing a crime, he hid again.

Even he doesn't have the confidence to educate such a person.

Is it really wrong to teach the wicked to do good?

Master Faming thought for a while, and his eyes gradually became firmer. It is right to educate the wicked, but it is the human heart that is wrong.

For example, physics transcendence!
(End of this chapter)