Is the little monk enlightened today?

Western Regions, outside Tianencheng Temple.A few bald stray cats and dogs were biting the steamed stuffed buns. They were so hungry that they ate steamed buns stuffed with cabbage with great relish.

Next to him was a young man with a bald head and a gray-blue monk robe pouring water into a small bowl. He had handsome eyebrows, naturally white skin, a beauty mole under the corner of his right eye, and a pair of Peach Blossom Eyes, if there is such a hook when you raise your eyes, how many mortals will let him walk around.It is said that appearances come from the heart, and those who don't know his details thought he was a monk of flowers.

In fact, this is not Monk Hua, but an obedient monk. Even when he doesn’t have morning classes, he always wears Buddhist beads and regards Buddhism as the most important thing.

After feeding the cats and dogs, he carried them to the small pool next to him to take a bath. These stray animals must have been fed well, and he was allowed to hold them without struggling at all.The water in the pool was left over from the mountain stream, and it was white steaming in spring. The water was warm, and the cats and dogs who were used to bathing really felt very comfortable, and their paws started to flap.

"Ah, little black, little white and little gray hairs are about to grow out, so they should look good. When will you get fatter and look better, little miscellaneous hair? It's fine with mottled hair, it's ugly."

The little miscellaneous dog who was being dried seemed to hear what he said, and barked twice as soon as he turned his head.

"You don't admit that you are ugly, but look at this patch, and you are bald in the middle, it's really ugly."

The little miscellaneous hair was so angry that he just wanted to bite him, but if he really bit him, he was afraid that he would have nothing to eat tomorrow.

"Mifan! Mifan!"

A hoarse voice came from inside the temple. After shouting for many times without hearing a response, he ran out cursingly. It was an old monk with a gray beard, his eyebrows were upturned, his nose was slumped outward, and he had a vicious look, saying It was also very ugly to speak: "Mi Fan! Are you lazy here again! Ah! You bastard, you are wasting the food in the temple again!"

After he finished speaking, he kicked the little black cat. Fortunately, the cat was smart, and instead bit his leg hard, causing him to yelp.

Mi Fan glanced at Xiao Hei with a smirk, this is a shrewd cat without a single hair, it is not so easy to bully it.

The old monk turned around a few times and shouted, and took out Mi Fan again: "What are you laughing at! Wait for me to preside over there to file a complaint, right? These grains are for people to eat, not for these... livestock to eat !"

"It's just a few masters eating the leftovers. I feed them. Although it's not a merciful thing, it's a crime to waste food."

"Mifan! Do you still dare to talk back?" The old monk jumped even more angrily, "Go back to me! Send you to kneel in the kitchen for three hours today until dinner is made."

"I did nothing wrong!" Mifan was very unconvinced holding the cat.

"If I say you are wrong, you are wrong! I am the supervisor, I am the supervisor! Do whatever I tell you to do, no complaints!"

The little black dog beside him who had finished shaking his hair looked a little annoyed at his loud voice. When the old monk was not paying attention, he swooped over and took another bite at his calf. The dog had just grown new teeth, It was very sharp, and it tore the pants with one bite, and blood beads kept coming out.

"Ah! Ahh!" the old monk yelled while holding his injured leg, but the stones under his feet tripped him up and made him stumble.

"Wow woof! woof woof! woof woof!"

The little black dog jumped up and down, and barked at Mifan as if asking for credit. The old monk was so angry that his eyeballs were about to pop out. He took off his shoes and held it up in disregard of the etiquette, and chased after it, shouting all the way: " You son of a bitch! See if I catch you and don't lock you up! Stop for me."

The old monk was getting old, so he couldn't outrun the black dog in his prime, and was even teased by it and bumped into a tree, which made You Fan, who was watching on tiptoe behind him, laugh out of breath. For fun, he wanted to join in the fun, but he grabbed him and put him on another road, urging him: "Go quickly, I can't help the prison if there is a commotion later."

In the end, the prison monk who couldn't catch up with the cats and dogs took Mi Fan, who couldn't escape, to vent his anger and punished him to kneel in the kitchen.

"Mi Fan! Before the abbot comes back, you kneel down for me. When the abbot comes back, I will definitely tell him 'understand'!"

The Five Precepts Whip, which represents the temple rules, was whipped on the ground, and a circle of dust bounced up. It was a leather whip made of special materials. It had been passed down for many years, and its power was no less than that of any weapon.It is a symbol of the supervision of the prison. When the disciples see this object, it is as if they have seen the Dharma. They hardly dare to speak under the whip of the Five Precepts.

You Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, could hear him gnashing his teeth, forcing back the words he wanted to talk back, saving himself another four or five hours of kneeling, and I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Shouzuo Heweina hurried over from the monastery with a group of disciples from the monastery. They had just finished their morning class when they heard that there was another disturbance in the prison courtyard. This prison courtyard itself is an older monk in the temple. At the end of his life, he passed away, so he was recommended to go up. Who knows that even if he has practiced Buddhism for more than ten years, his bad nature will not change.If it weren't for the host going out for half a year, the first seat would have proposed a replacement.

"Mi Fan! Why are you kneeling? Get up quickly."

With such a hard ground, anyone who breaks their knees will feel distressed to death.

Who is Mi Fan?

That is the favorite pet of the whole temple.Up to the abbot and down to the little novice, they all love him like a treasure. You Fan usually treats people with sincerity. In daily life, he is still a good disciple who upholds the Dharma. Liked by monks.However, this prison has always looked down on him, or is extremely jealous of the care he receives. Since he took office in the prison, he has targeted Mi Fan everywhere, no matter how big or small, there is nothing he can't find fault with.As the days went by, the actions of the supervisor became more and more presumptuous, and now he is still made to kneel on the ground.

This will kill the first seat.

Before hosting Yunyou, he had told him to take good care of Mifan, even if he hadn't given this instruction, for the young monk who had watched him grow up since he was a child, the first seat would not allow him to be bullied by others for no reason.

Wei Na helped Mi Fan up, and the supervisor saw that his words didn't work at all, so he simply threw up: "Brother Mi Wu! You are disrupting the rules of the temple!"

"Rules? I'd like to hear, what big mistake did Mi Fan make, asking you to take out the five precepts whip?"

"There's more than one mistake he made? I've kept it all in my mind for the past six months, and today I'll dig it out for you to listen carefully."

The old monk cleared his throat, but it was just a trivial matter, and it didn't touch the limit that Buddhism can't do. Take the matter of feeding stray animals just now, it didn't violate any precepts, but when it came In his mouth, it became an unforgivable waste of food.

The white beard of the first seat would be raised up by him, if it weren't for the monks who couldn't do it for no reason, he would have dragged this junior out and beat him up long ago.

"Little uncle, we think you did nothing wrong!" A little novice stood up with his hands clasped together, and said with his eyes closed: "The Buddha said that all living beings are universal, everything has a spirit, and everything is life. Then what the little uncle did What's wrong?"

Before the prison had time to reprimand this ignorant disciple, a monk trotted over to report, "The abbot is back, the abbot is back!"

Abbot Liao Kong, who came back from Yunyou for half a year, still had the same eyebrows, with a strange look in his eyes, wearing a vermilion cassock, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, and looked as indifferent as dust.

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