my naughty female president

I sat quietly by the lake, just sitting like this, without thinking or doing anything.

I seem to have also merged into this silent beauty unconsciously, forgetting time, myself, and everything.

I don't know how long it took, a gust of cool wind pulled my mind back to my body, and when I looked back, the sky was already full of sunset, and two birds were singing and flying in the sky.

The wild flowers trembled slightly when the breeze came, and a cluster of reeds by the water was bent towards the lake by the wind and wet the leaves.

I stood up and took a deep breath, glanced at the glow in the sky and turned around to turn back.

"When...when...when..." At this moment, a series of loud bells suddenly sounded in the distance. I looked back to find the sound. There is a black-colored house, which looks like a temple in outline!
Even though it was far away, I could still clearly see the old and simple temple. On the ridge of the temple, a group of pigeons left a string of silhouettes flying in the setting sun.

After sitting quietly for a long time, I was indulging in the shadow of the lake and flowers, but I didn't find this temple. At this moment, I suddenly wanted to pay a visit to that temple, so I really walked towards the temple under the sunset.

Climbing up the rugged and winding mountain path, I finally saw the temple clearly. There is only one Buddhist hall inside the shoulder-high wall. Compared with those big temples, it is much shabby here. Monks practice.

The gate of the temple is ajar, and there is no plaque on the beam of the gate.I opened the door and went in. In the courtyard, there was a monk with a thin figure in gray monk clothes. He was sitting on a bench built of stone bars in the courtyard. He bowed his head to peck, he was feeding the pigeons.

Seeing me coming in, the old monk stood up, smiled at me and folded his palms together: "So there are guests here, please sit down." He motioned to me the bench he had just sat on.

I hurriedly said: "I heard the master's bell in the distance, so I came here to disturb the master's cleaning!" I sat down on the stone bench, and the pigeons on the ground continued to peck without fear of people.

"I can't talk about Qingxiu, I just find a clean place to hide from the world, so why bother? It's just a small place that is poor and afraid of neglecting the benefactor!"

"What did the master say, I just came here casually and came to see it if I was curious!"

"Hehe, no one has been here for a long time, and I don't remember what the outside world is like anymore." The old monk said slowly and sat down beside me.

"Has the master been here for a long time?"

"It's been a long time, I can't remember how long it was, I just remember that when I came here I was able to build this temple, but now it takes a lot of effort to clean it." The old monk said slowly, unexpectedly He speaks standard Chinese, which makes me think that he should come here from a far away place for practice.

I was a little surprised. I didn't expect him to build this temple even after he had been here for so long. I couldn't help but admire this old monk even more.

"This is a sacred place of Buddhism, and there are many temples. Why didn't the master practice in those temples and receive incense and offerings? Why did he come here alone to build a temple?"

I finally asked the question in my heart. In my mind, the cultivation conditions in those big monasteries must be better than those here. Besides, those are famous Buddhist holy places in the country, and they are more respected by the world, but he is unconventional. It really puzzles me to come here to practice.

The old monk grabbed a handful of millet in his bowl and sprinkled it on the ground. He turned his head and looked at me with a smile and said, "Since you have come here, you must have been to the monasteries you mentioned. Have you ever seen them there?" Pigeon?"

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant. I thought about the monastery I had visited in the morning, and shook my head.

"Then do you know why there are no pigeons there?" he asked again.

Of course I know that, those places are full of tourists every day, how could they go to those places, and how dare they go to those places.Thinking of this, I was suddenly startled, I seemed to understand something, looked up at the old monk, the old monk looked at me with a smile, I knew he had seen the changing expression on my face just now.

"Buddhist teachings are to treat all things in the world with a compassionate heart. The so-called Buddhist practice is nothing more than purifying oneself and at the same time educating the world to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. Even pigeons dare not go to those places you mentioned, but they all fly to me. , I hold them in my hands and they won't be afraid, where do you think is the place to practice?"

As he said, he really grabbed a pigeon from his feet and held it in the palm of his hand. The pigeon tilted its head and stretched its neck twice, as if not understanding the old monk's intentions, it flapped its wings and jumped back to the ground to continue pecking.

Only now did I understand that this old monk must have felt that those places were no longer places for cultivation, so he chose to come here to escape the world and practice Zen.

As the sky darkened, the pigeons gradually flapped their wings and flew up to the roof to perch.I got up and bowed to the old monk and wanted to go back. The old monk said: "It's getting late, if the benefactor doesn't mind, why don't you stay and go after the fast!"

I didn't want to bother me any more, but I wanted to postpone it, but my stomach started to growl. I thought it was true, and I didn't eat anything that day.I feel a little hungry at the thought of eating.

I felt a little embarrassed, swallowed the refusal I was about to say, and changed my words: "Then disturb the master!"

The old monk let me into the main hall, directly above was a statue of Buddha with a solemn and compassionate expression.In front of the Buddha statue is an incense burner, in which there are several bunches of incense that are about to burn out. There are two candlesticks on both sides of the incense burner.

The old monk flicked the oil on the candle wick with his withered fingers, and the hall became much brighter.He said to me: "Meeting is fate, please burn incense to the Buddha, the world is suffering, may the Buddha show you the direction!"

I took the incense he handed over cautiously, lit it in the candlelight and inserted it into the incense burner, then knelt down and knelt down, but I didn't know what to pray for.Everyone may have their own wishes, but at this time, I really don't know what I want, so I have to give up after a moment of silence.

The old monk had already brought food on the table, a plate of green vegetables and a few naan breads.The old monk and I sat opposite each other. The naan bread was slightly dry and I drank it with tea. The green vegetables were slightly bitter, but they also had their own taste.

After dinner, I thanked the old monk and wanted to resign. The old monk got up and saw him off. When he walked outside the temple, the old monk stopped and said, "I don't know that the benefactor does not look like a local. I don't know if the benefactor is here to play?"

I don't know why he asked this, but he replied respectfully: "I came from afar, but not for fun, but because some changes have taken place in my life, and I can no longer stay where I was before. I don't know where I'm going, I just came here by chance, I just don't know if I can live here again!"

"The end is the beginning. If you can let go of your obsession, there will be a new life everywhere!" The old monk always spoke softly, but he said that every sentence is full of supreme Zen. I think he probably also has such a feeling People who have been lonely.

"So what if I don't let it go, the past grievances are too entangled, there is no way to sort out everything in order to be innocent, I have no power to ask for anything, so I choose to stay away from the past, even if I have a grudge, I can only let time The distance with me has gradually diminished, and I just want to live again." Thinking of my past, I said sadly.

The old monk sighed and said after a long time: "The mortal world is in turmoil. It is nothing more than chasing fame and fortune. Life is only a few dozen years. Few people can see their own ending. It is nothing more than a handful of dead bones turning into dust and mud. They can't take anything away." , No matter how much you gain, you will lose it, the world suffers! Alas!" At the end, he sighed and shook his head slowly!

I remained silent, chewing his words in my heart, wouldn't my state of mind be just like what he said at this moment.The changes I have experienced and the people and things I met in prison have made me deeply aware of the shortness and fragility of life. If you are exhausted and can’t get a safe life, it is better to let nature take its course and live a normal life to be more meaningful to your limited life. explained.

I have figured this out a long time ago, and now I no longer have any requirements for life, I just want to find a corner to live in peace, this is not a loss of confidence in life, but another interpretation of life.I know that hope and desire go hand in hand, and desire is such a terrible thing that I dare not even think about it.

"If the almsgiver has nothing to do in the near future, the monk asks for something, I wonder if the almsgiver will agree?" The old monk broke my silence.

"Master, just tell me if you have something to do, and I will definitely agree if I can do it!" I was a little surprised, I didn't expect this old monk to ask me for help.

"There are several scriptures in the temple that have been dilapidated for a long time, and they are too old to read. The scriptures are hand-copied orphans obtained in the early years. They are very precious to me. I am afraid they will not be preserved after a while. I once wanted to copy them again. Seal script, but my hands are shaking and I can’t write, and my eyes are blurry. If the benefactor has nothing to do recently, can you copy the scriptures for me to fulfill my wish?"

The old monk spoke slowly, with a sad expression on his face, as if he was frustrated because his aging body couldn't even do such a small thing.

It was dusk when I left the temple and went down the mountain. When I returned to the small town, the sky was full of stars. The mist wet my hair, the dust on my shoes was washed away by dew, the breeze was like silk, and the night was as cool as water.

The front desk of the hotel was dimly lit, and the pretty Tibetan girl fell asleep lying on the counter, and the blanket on her body slipped aside. When I passed her, I helped her put the blanket back on. I saw her nose fluttering and her face squeezed out of shape. Yes I didn't even notice my movements.

In the next few days, I went to the temple every morning to help the old monk copy scriptures, stayed in the temple at noon to have fast with the old monk, and returned to the hotel at night under the red clouds.

The original scriptures were all in Sanskrit, and I translated them sentence by sentence by the old monk, and I copied them down. I was surprised that the old monk could still understand Sanskrit, which was evident in the study of Buddhism, and I was convinced once again that he must be an eminent monk.

Transcripts are extremely boring, but I didn't feel bored. Instead, I slowly immersed myself in the hard-to-pronounce scriptures, and some of the stories left me with endless aftertaste.

When I mentioned some allusions, the old monk asked me to stop writing, and he told me the story of Buddha in detail.

I learned that Buddha was a prince in his previous life, living a life of luxury, pleasure and carefree. One day he went out of the palace to see that his subjects were actually living a life of adversity, calamity, sickness, hunger and cold. He just knew the original world. Not what he thought.

So he resigned his wife and children, and went alone to practice in the world of suffering, looking for a way of liberation.On the way, he was sick and hungry and finally collapsed. Fortunately, a kind shepherdess rescued him and brought him goat milk and food.At that time, he could not speak and act, so under the care of a kind shepherd, he sat quietly under a bodhi tree for seven days and seven nights, and finally realized the supreme Buddha Dharma, Nirvana and rebirth...

After the Buddha became a Buddha, he traveled around the world. He never went back to his palace, and never saw his wife and children again.

While preaching, he recruited many disciples. Among them, the famous Buddhist Ananda, Rahula, Mahakasyapa and Subhuti are all his disciples.

Once the Buddha took his disciples on alms bowls to go out for Huazhai.A group of children are playing with piles of sand on the road.One of the delicate girls saw the Buddha leading his disciples from afar, so she took a handful of sand from the ground with both hands half-playfully, walked up to the Buddha, and put it in the Buddha's bowl.Buddha graciously accepted her sand.

The eldest disciple Shariputra couldn't see it, and thought to herself, how could this girl be so reasonable, how could she tease my master with sand and dirt.On the way, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked, "Master, that girl put sand in your rice bowl just now, how could you make her mess up like this?"

The Buddha smiled: "You don't know that after thousands of years, this woman's karma is ripe and she will be king in the Eastern Sinian Kingdom. If I don't accept her sand at this time, she will try to destroy Buddhism. I accept the sand, so Let her form this good relationship, and when she becomes king in the future, she will spread the Dharma."

This girl is the heroine Wu Zetian of the later generation in Chinese history.From the moment she was born, she had the appearance of a dragon and phoenix of an emperor.Wu Zetian worked as a nun for four or five years before becoming a queen.She not only believes in Buddhism, but also is proficient in Buddhism.She wrote a four-sentence verse in praise of the Buddha's Dharma, "The supreme, profound and wonderful Dharma is difficult to encounter in millions of kalpas; I have learned and accepted it, and I wish to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata." It became the opening verse of Buddhist scriptures. , has been passed down for thousands of years, and the Luoyang Longmen Grottoes that have been passed down to this day were excavated by her order when she was in power!