Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1990 Are you not afraid of infection?

It is a pity that you became a monk at such a young age. Isn't it the same to practice at home?I think many people who believe in Buddhism practice at home. "

Jian Junxi raised his lips and said: "Returning to the old benefactor, practicing as a monk and practicing at home are the same practice, the original meaning is the same, but the actual meaning is different.

Because becoming a monk is a kind of merit in itself, we monks must not only abide by the rules of Buddhism, but also cut off all karma in the world.

But practicing at home is at best a way of worshiping the Buddha, without so many rules and constraints, it is difficult to realize the thoughts of the Buddha. "

"Oh, so it's like this..." The old woman nodded with a vague understanding.

Jian Junxi put down his chopsticks, and said softly: "People will inevitably be disturbed by the mundane world, and practicing as a monk is actually more difficult than practicing at home.

You need to constantly fight against the bad habits you have developed, and swallow the heart-piercing pain and feelings bit by bit.

One must achieve the true heart of liberation before he can become a Buddha and save countless sentient beings. "

"If you don't go out, you can't do it, right?" The old woman asked suspiciously.

"You can understand it this way!" Jian Junxi nodded.

"Eat quickly, the food is getting cold!" The old woman realized she was talking too much when she saw her stop.

"Okay!" Jian Junxi picked up the chopsticks again with a smile. The old lady didn't speak again for fear of disturbing her meal.

After Jian Junxi ate a steamed bun, he asked suspiciously: "Old benefactor, is there a patient with tuberculosis in the family?"

When the old woman heard her question, she asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

"I smell a smell of Chinese medicine. I know a little bit about Chinese medicine..."

Jian Junxi lowered his head and explained that the other steamed bun seemed a bit reluctant to eat, so he put it in the begging bowl.

Seeing this, the old woman looked disapproving, took it out and put it in her palm, and persuaded with a smile: "Master Wuxin, I have left it for you, don't worry, eat it!"

A wave of emotion rippled in Jian Junxi's heart, he folded his hands together and bowed deeply: "Thank you, old benefactor!"

"No thanks, no thanks, it's just a few steamed buns." The old woman smiled happily.

There are obviously many dark spots on her face, but when she smiles brightly, she is very beautiful, that is the beauty of kindness from the heart.

A person's appearance is born from the heart. If you don't have a good appearance in this life, you can also cultivate a good skin in the next life because of your good deeds.

Jian Junxi nodded, and continued to eat the remaining steamed bun.

She took the paper handed by the woman, wiped her lips and said, "Old benefactor, can I go and see that patient?"

"Then... aren't you afraid of contagion?" the woman asked with embarrassment.

Jian Junxi raised his lips and smiled lightly, like the most beautiful daffodil, and said quietly: "The old benefactor is worried. This patient should have had tuberculosis. Apart from being a little tired, I am not contagious."

There was a touch of emotion between the old woman's eyebrows and eyes, and she choked up and explained: "Our family's conditions are not very good, and we can't afford expensive medicine.

I can only take traditional Chinese medicine, and the recovery is slow. Relatives and friends are afraid of being infected, so they move less. "

Jian Junxi just nodded, and said lightly: "Take me to see him first!"

"Okay, okay!" The old woman led her to a room while wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Although the walls of the house are covered with mud, the inside of the house is kept very clean. In the bedroom is an old wooden bed, and an old man with his eyes closed is lying on the bed.

(End of this chapter)