monk robe

An old monk and an old man squatted in the corner, as if they were trying to figure something out.

"Hey, my little son and little ancestor, this old slave is getting old, and this old bone can't stand your toss." The old man bent his body and shook his head and sighed.

"Tsk, isn't it just for you to find a litter of puppies and put them on the side of the road? Is it that difficult?" The old monk shook the sleeves of his monk's robe angrily.

"Hey, I didn't say much, but you are still angry. You said that I have worked hard for you all these years! You asked me to guard Master Huien, and I squatted on the tree branch every day for ten years. You want me to report to you Master Huien’s daily life every two days. After more than ten years, I can write a book without studying! Even if you go far away, I will pass the book to you. Report, it took you half a year to go. Some of the pigeons were shot down by hunters and roasted halfway, some flew away and ran away, and the rest were exhausted. Beneath!"

"Well, you finally got ordained and became a monk, so I don't need to keep an eye on you, and you ask me to find this and that for you every now and then, that's fine, you should wash your monk's robe yourself anyway, I always let me wash it for you What's the matter? There are old slaves who don't understand. Why are you and Master Hui'en's monk robes so old? Zhuo Jing opened a tailor shop to mend monk robes for both of you. Now you let me find A litter of ten cubs? Why don’t you want piglets? Doesn’t a mother/dog with a litter of ten cubs become a mother/pig? My grandson understands the reason, little son, don’t you know?”

"Then eight cubs."

"No." The old man shook his head without thinking.

"Seven cubs."

"No." The old man waved his withered hands.

"Six cubs, there can be no less! No more monk robes will be needed!"

"Why do you prefer to compete with the monk's robe? What are you trying to do?"

"Have fun. Just say, can you help me find it?"

"Look, look, look! I'm exhausted!"

Yang Xiaoyu watched the old man's dry wood-like body gradually disappear from his sight, getting old, getting old...

Back then in the temple, Yang Xiaoyu asked his maids and servants—"Which one of you took away his monk's robe after seeing me tearing it apart?" Some said no, some just shook their heads and remained silent. There was only one person. Nodding, Yang Xiaoyu noticed him keenly - a thin but alert servant who was a few years older than himself.

Back in Yang Mansion, Yang Xiaoyu grabbed the servant and asked, "Did you take his monk's robe when you saw me tearing it?"

"Yes, I see." The servant looked honest and honest.

Yang Xiaoyu became interested, folded his arms and asked, "How did you see it?"

"Madam is paying homage to the Buddha in the Buddhist hall, and asked the children to wait. I found it boring, so I climbed up the tree to dig out the bird's nest."

"Can you climb trees?"

"I'm good at climbing trees."

"Then how did you know there was a bird's nest in the tree? It's convenient for the big bird to be on your head?"

"No, I just heard the cry of a baby. I have very good ears, and I can hear what you are saying. Young master, you are really good at teasing people. I saw that little monk was crying."

"Okay, boy, if you have a problem, then you can be a spy for me, and I will give you half of the money my mother gave me."

"What spy? I don't dare to do things that violate family rules."

"It's okay, just help me keep an eye on someone."

So, once the little servant entered the rotten gate, it was as deep as the sea, and peeping became a daily routine from then on!

The author has something to say:

There are elders in the family who believe in Buddhism, and I always feel a little unspeakable guilt for writing about a monk who is practicing Qingxiu...