wooden fish

Tick ​​tock, tock tock.The patter of rain outside the temple.

"It's raining heavily." A white-faced scholar covered his head with a bundle and rushed into the ruined temple.

"Boom boom boom. Boom boom boom."

The white-faced young man flicked his rain-soaked clothes, and approached the little monk who was still worshiping the Buddha lightly.

"Xiaosheng is being abrupt. It's raining heavily outside, and I hope the master will take him in." Seeing that the little monk didn't answer, the white-faced Xiaosheng took a step closer, and added: "The rain stopped, Xiaosheng must leave, and I will never disturb the master's meditation." Seeing that the little monk still didn't answer, the white-faced Xiaosheng was very upset, and his tone was no longer polite, and he raised his voice: "Master," the white-faced Xiaosheng walked directly in front of the young monk, only to find that the little monk's eyelids had been drooping.

Could it be that he fell asleep?But I heard "dong dong dong" clearly.One sound is not slow, one sound is not fast, very regular.The white-faced young man squatted in front of the little monk with doubts, stretched out his palm and passed in front of the little monk.

"Is there something for the benefactor?" It turned out that he was not dumb, and the white-faced young man said arrogantly with a secret joy, "Master, you are concentrating." The little monk fell silent again.Baimianxiao patted his thigh vigorously angrily, "Oh." He hit too hard.

The white-faced Xiaosheng looked at the little monk viciously, turning a blind eye, and pushed the hand that comforted his thigh directly towards the little monk.

The unsuspecting little monk was pushed by the white-faced Xiaosheng and fell to the ground, but got up again, facing the place where there was no one, and bowed his palms facing each other, "Benefactor, I don't know how the little monk offended the benefactor, let you punish the little monk like this ?”

Seeing that the white-faced Xiaosheng was approaching the young monk slowly, the little monk turned around and bowed in the direction of the white-faced Xiaosheng based on his feeling: "I hope the benefactor Haihan."

"Are you blind?" The white-faced Xiaosheng accurately saw the tendency of the little monk's eyelids to sag inward.But the little monk was silent again.Could it be that you speak too bluntly?The white-faced boy coughed, and then softened his tone: "I'm being rude, I hope Master doesn't mind." The little monk was still fixed there in a clay sculpture.The white-faced Xiaosheng's suppressed anger flared up again.How dare you ignore my politeness over and over again.The white-faced boy was about to push the little monk again, and the little monk who had been silent for a long time finally opened his golden mouth: "The little monk can't hear, and can't see. If I offend the benefactor, I hope the benefactor will forgive me." After finishing speaking, The little monk bowed to the white-faced boy again.Only then did the white-faced Xiaosheng untie his knot, and looked down on the young monk. It turned out that he was not only blind but also deaf.

The white-faced young man who made up his mind no longer concealed his secret joy, and wandered around the temple by himself.The old scorpion began to fall off, and the red paint began to peel off. Looking at the clay sculpture of the Lord Buddha enshrined in the center, the white-faced young man rolled his eyes: "It's ridiculous." Looking back, the young monk was still standing there stupidly.

The white-faced young man no longer walked in a gentle manner, with his hips crossed, circling around the young monk, carefully sizing up the deaf and blind cripple.Can't communicate, how to charm, how to get heart?The worried white-faced young man tilted his head to examine the problem in front of him.

The little monk who had been dazed for a long time finally moved back to the cathedral with precise steps, bowed to the Lord Buddha before kneeling down, groping for the wooden fish mallet.

Remembering his sympathy, the white-faced Xiaosheng picked up the wooden fish mallet and handed it to the young monk.

"Thank you, benefactor." The little monk took the wooden hammer and knelt down, continuing to "Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom."It has been raining outside the temple.

What should I do to make this little monk who just came here to practice penance willingly give his heart and liver.The white-faced young man watched from the side, re-drawing his plan.

The setting sun was submerged in the hills, and the little monk got up and walked leisurely towards the backyard.

"Benefactor." The young monk handed the porridge to the white noodle Xiaosheng.The white-faced boy, who was drowsily asleep, was woken up by the young monk's call, and he held Tao Wan, who had lost his horns, in a dull manner.After counting the rice grains that exploded at the bottom of the bowl, the white-faced Xiaosheng frowned delicately: "It's so clear, is it also called porridge? You are bullying us monsters, have you never drank porridge? Hmph, I just haven't, but it's not like I haven't eaten porridge." I’ve seen it before, it’s even more stingy than the porridge served by the outsiders.” The white-faced boy spat: “Stingy monk.” After the white-faced boy “huh”, he finished the clear water porridge.

But the little monk didn't swallow the dates wholeheartedly, he sipped a bowl slowly.

The white-faced young man handed the broken bowl to the young monk who collected the bowl like a master, and fell asleep leaning against the cold wall again.Outside the door, the rain had stopped, but it was sparse, which made people feel at ease.

When the white-faced Xiaosheng woke up, he was already lying on the kang.The dark room did not prevent the white-faced Xiaosheng from scanning the room with his bright eyes.Finally, his eyes fell on the little monk who was sleeping on the same kang.

The little monk breathes evenly.When he got closer, the white-faced Xiaosheng also found a small black mole on the right earlobe of the little monk. "There is a mole here, it really looks like the ear flower hanging on the ears of those maidservants." Looking at the little monk again, "It looks pretty, but it is ruined by two holes. Sigh." The sympathetic white-faced boy lay down again , "You are already like this, let me how to do it." Turning to think, "Being born like this, you will die early and be reborn early." The white-faced Xiaosheng calmed down, sat up, and two cold lights fixed on the young monk's chest. "Steal it, steal it. I do it all for a good deed."

The five fingers that slowly stretched out began to become slender and sharp, and the sharp fingertips rushed towards the little monk's chest. At the very moment, the little monk stretched his waist, just blocking the attacking arm of the white-faced young man, and then fell heavily go to sleep.

The white-faced young man clenched his five fingers tightly, his dark eyes were filled with layers of chill, and he was about to take it down in one fell swoop but was interrupted by the sound of "cuckoo" outside the window.

The white-faced Xiaosheng heard something strange, and with a flash of his thin body, he rushed out of the room.There was a weird smile on the corner of the little monk's mouth.

"What's going on?" Baimian Xiaosheng jumped onto the branch in a few steps.There is a head on top of the two dry bones swinging on the tree trunk, the mouth is shaky, and a few teeth rubbed together: "You don't know what to do, if I hadn't called you out in time, you might have become like me." The white-faced boy looked sideways at his head, "What an old bone."

"Don't look down on my old bones, maybe, you will end up with no bones left."

The white-faced Xiaosheng sneered at what the head said, jumped off the tree again, and ran towards the ruined temple.On the tree, I saw a head shaking in vain against the moonlight: "Idiot child."

"It's you who are ignorant."

The sound of flying sound outside the sky made my head look around in fright, and I was shocked, "The little one knows it's wrong, the little one knows it's wrong. The little one doesn't dare, the little one doesn't dare anymore." The flying sound outside the sky stopped, and only one remained. A head with a few teeth fell from the tree, along with two dead bones scattered down.Two empty eye sockets stared at the ruined temple.

The white-faced boy sneaked back into the room, and the little monk was still asleep.After several tosses, the white-faced niche has lost the interest to start.Anyway, the little monk couldn't escape, and the white-faced boy went to sleep on the kang with peace of mind.

"Ah." The white-faced young man stretched his waist briskly, looking at the empty bed, the sound of "dong dong dong" was endless.Straightening out the black silk, the white-faced niche walked into the temple.

The little monk still knocked on the wooden fish in a serious manner, and the white-faced Xiaosheng leaned on the pillar to watch the little monk calmly.

This ruined temple was guarded by an old monk before.But a few years ago, I was too old to die, and I went away amidst the sound of the east wind.Everyone is also happy to share something.No, the old head picked up two big bones as legs.Thinking of everyone's urgent situation at that time, the white-faced Xiaosheng snickered.

"The benefactor is hungry?" asked the little monk who spoiled the scenery.

Before Baimian Xiaosheng could answer, the little monk walked towards the kitchen.The white-faced young man sat down against the wall without interest.

When did this little monk come here?Can not remember.There are still people willing to come to such a remote ruined temple to practice penance, so there is nothing to do.It's okay, if you have nothing to do, find something to have fun to pass the time.It's just that this little monk is dead, when will the next one be waiting?The white-faced niche lamented the poor mountains and bad waters here, and the lack of karma.

"Benefactor." The little monk offered clear water porridge with both hands, and the white-faced boy took it in disgust.The little monk knelt in front of the Lord Buddha and knocked on the wooden fish with peace of mind. "Boom, boom, boom, boom." Accompanied by the crisp sound of wooden fish, Xiaosheng drank the first bowl of water in the morning.

Putting the bowl on the ground, the white-faced Xiaosheng looked at the back of the little monk, but his small body was firm and straight.The sound of the wooden fish knocking is calm and not impetuous.Much more attentive than the old monk before.

The white-faced little student walked up to the little monk's back with nothing to do, stretched out his index finger and wrote the "Dharma name" on the little monk's back.

"colored."

"Heh. This name is good." The white-faced young man who came here continued to write "how did you get here".

"Random."

The little monk's simple answer made the white-faced boy even more interesting.A play of writing and answering is staged.

"Before".

"Can not remember."

"How long will it be?"

"do not know."

"distinguish".

"Feel."

"Natural".After finishing writing, the white-faced Xiaosheng stared blankly at the back of the little monk.

The little monk hesitated to answer this question, "No."

"who".

"The master said, the cycle of cause and effect. It doesn't matter who it is."

"Huh. Boring." The white-faced Xiaosheng lost his interest and found a corner to sit down again. The sound of the wooden fish that had stopped sounded "dong dong dong" again.

Boring, the white-faced niche is tired again after listening to it.

"Come on, come on. Look here, I found it."

Who is it and what are you talking about?What did you find?This crisp voice is somewhat familiar.The white-faced niche opened his eyes hazily, and the white light shone so hard that he couldn't see clearly.

"Hurry up, hurry up." It was that delicate voice again.

The white-faced Xiaosheng protected his eyes to see that the surrounding was just a bush. Looking around, the white-faced Xiaosheng felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

The two shadows in front moved back and forth, and there was that voice: "Hurry up, or I will be scolded by my brother again if I go back late."

What are you going to see?The white-faced Xiaosheng swayed his body and followed.

"Wow. Brother, it looks good."

The white-faced Xiaosheng approached the bushes following the sound.The big tree in the sky blocked all the sunlight outside.Light fragrance, overcast cold.The white-faced niche shivered and stepped into the weeds and thorns.

"Brother, why didn't we find out before." The voice became clearer and clearer.

"Brother, let's pick some and bring them back."

What to pick and where to go?

"Brother, why are you silent again?"

Who is the brother?

Passing through the jungle, I vaguely saw two figures standing side by side.The white-faced Xiaosheng was about to take a step closer, when suddenly "Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom" came from ancient times.

"Ah." Suddenly jumping back from the dream to reality, the white-faced Xiaosheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Look at the little monk still knocking on the wooden fish upright.The white-faced niche spread out his palms, feeling sticky and uneasy.Look at the little monk again, he is as pious as before.

The white-faced Xiaosheng got up and walked out of the ruined temple.Looking around, the sky is blue and clean, and the rain has stopped.Looking back at the young monk's straight back, the white-faced Xiaosheng narrowed his eyes.There was a reason for the incident, and the white-faced Xiaosheng decided to stay another night.

The white-faced Xiaosheng stepped onto the big tree next to the ruined temple in a few steps, leaning on the tree trunk and began to take a nap again.

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