The villain who dressed as a woman

Chapter 273 Fanwai·Zhang Banxian
Buddha said that people should abandon all desires.

Only in this way can we achieve success in our practice.

Blue Lantern Ancient Buddha.

Deep mountains and far forests.

I sat in the dilapidated temple, day after day, beating the wooden fish.

The hustle and bustle outside has nothing to do with me.

Those men and women who come to pray for the Buddha, they are stained with the breath of the world, but I look at them like a bystander traveling the world.

I thought I would always have no distracting thoughts and follow my Buddha.

Until one day, the master brought back a little junior brother.

"This is your senior brother." The master said to the little junior brother.

He refused to bark, and looked at us with alert eyes, like a wolf cub that has been coming out of the slaughter.

It is incompatible with our grassy, ​​bland and boring temple.

The master sighed: "It's not easy for this little doll, so let him go."

I will let him go.

But for a long time, he didn't want to talk to anyone, he just huddled in the corner of the monastery, gnawing on the cold steamed buns.

Sometimes I would go over and tell him that the steamed buns were cold and ask him to go to the small kitchen to warm them up.

He just turned around silently without saying a word.

Occasionally, devout men and women came up to burn incense, but he always avoided them.

Such days have passed for a small year.

Until winter came, he carried his burden and said he was going down the mountain.

Master couldn't keep people, but he didn't worry about this little baby, so he let me follow him.

The master said, this little baby has no evil intentions, he has something to do when he goes down the mountain, and he will come back.

That day,
Heavy snow covered the mountains.

As soon as he stepped down, the snow directly reached his knees.

Although the master has always called the younger brother a baby, but at the age of 13, he is already taller than some adults.

For the New Year's Eve, he went out of the mountain to visit someone's grave.

His family members are all dead, in such a winter, on a New Year's Eve full of festivities.

He had seen it all with his own eyes.

No wonder Master said it was not easy for him.

"Brother, tell me, if a person's heart is full of hatred, how can he abandon all desires as the Buddha said."

This is the first time he called me senior brother.

"Hate can be slowly resolved over time."

The younger brother knelt in front of the grave, turned his head, and looked at me.

"Buddha saves sentient beings." I patted his head: "Go back, Master is waiting for you."

No wonder Master is sure that he will go back.

He has no home.

The temple is his home.

Even if weeds are overgrown, dilapidated, and far away from the world of mortals.

But it was also his home on earth.

Days are boring.

Porridge and steamed buns are cleared every day, plus wild vegetables picked from the mountains.

But also very comfortable.

The younger brother gradually learned to meditate, and it seemed that he gradually let go of his hatred and became like a monk.

The three of us, master and apprentice, are like a family.

I saw my junior brother getting more and more cheerful, and gradually became happy for him.

"Brother, this year's Chinese New Year, I'm going to spend it with you guys on the mountain." The younger brother leaned over, with longing on his face.

"At that time, when Master comes back for alms, we will cook a bucket full of porridge, prepare a lot of pickles, and hang red lanterns at the gate of the temple..." The younger brother squinted his eyes and smiled as he said.

Happiness is sometimes that simple.

The people who really want to live together spend this limited time.

But the master never came back.

he died.

Also died on this day of the New Year.

The news was brought by a believer who often came to the temple to burn incense, hiding the news in the collar of her dog.

It is said that he died a terrible death.

That day,
The prayer beads I had been carrying around my neck were inexplicably shattered all over the place.

The younger brother stroked the dog's head, and I clearly saw,

His smile faded away,

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

He raised his head and looked at me with tears on his face: "Brother, you are wrong. The Buddha does not save the world, the Buddha only says that all living beings suffer."

Since then,

For several years, I never saw my junior brother again.

I only know that on the day of the New Year's Eve, the people who killed Master were all wiped out.

The people who killed the whole family of the younger brother also died violently in the mansion a few days later.

I sat alone in the temple, looking at the Buddha,
But I feel that the Buddha is no longer what it used to be.

I kept thinking about the words my junior brother said before he left.

"Buddha does not save the world, Buddha only says that all living beings are suffering."

The Buddha in front of him was still that Buddha, smiling.

But can the Buddha really see the suffering of the world?
I close the courtyard door,
Pack up the few luggage in the temple.

down the mountain.

I don't know where I should go.

But I thought that I would never be able to become a Buddha in this life, so it would be better not to cultivate.

If someone asks, I will say, I am looking for someone, someone who is very important to me.

But only I know.

In this vast land, in this diverse world, I don't know what to do next.

(End of this chapter)