That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

In the 23rd year of Kangyou, two consecutive years of severe drought resulted in no harvest of rice in the farmland, and the common people were in dire straits.

Emperor Kangyou sympathized with the sufferings of the people, built a lotus platform on the altar of Huguo Temple, and went to Huaiyin Master Minghua in person to ask the holy Zen master to practice Qiyu.

At that time, Si Huai was just a small jiao, practicing at the bottom of the Huaihe River. Unexpectedly, the two years of severe drought had dried up the river bed and cracked it into a tortoise shell. Dehydrated by the scorching sun, he lay dying on the river beach and was rescued by a little boy.

The little boy's father was the Minister of Divination in the court. Emperor Kangyou personally led [-] officials to fast and pray for rain at the Huguo Temple, and he was one of them.This minister was so clean that he didn't even have a thatched hut to stay. After his wife died, he took the child to live in the Guabu Pavilion, and now he came to Huguo Temple and quietly brought the child here.

On the day of performing the ceremony on the stage, the winding mountain road from the front of the altar to the gate of the Huguo Temple was full of people praying for rain. Inside was the emperor and ministers, and outside was the eminent monk of Huguo Temple. They are all Li Shu people, and the scene is even more spectacular than the emperor amnesty for the world.

The child was playful by nature, so he hid the "little snake" in his clothes and was about to go out to see the master's practice secretly, when his father's attendants saw him and snatched the little Jiao that he hid in his sleeve.

"Young master, how can you carry this thing with you? This snake is going to bite people! It doesn't seem to be a snake..." The attendant held the snake's head tightly, stretched the snake's body and looked carefully, suddenly " "Ah," he said, "This thing has scales all over, and two small horns. It's a little snake, maybe it's some kind of evil creature. Young master, throw it away quickly, it will be terrible if the master finds out!"

"But..." The little boy wanted to fight for it, but when he looked carefully at the little snake's head, it seemed that there were two hard horns, unlike the snakes he usually sees. He hesitated for a while before nodding his head. "Then I'll throw it myself."

After speaking, without waiting for the follower to react, he snatched it from him and ran out the door with two short legs.

Master Sheng Zen had already done the Dharma. He sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, knocked on the wooden fish, and chanted scriptures. All the people below, from the emperor to the common people, were chanting scriptures under the blazing sunlight. No one noticed the stone pillars. A child hiding behind the house.

The little boy's fleshy little finger rubbed the two little dragons on the little dragon's head, and said brokenly: "Little snake, little snake, if I keep you, my father will punish you, and I will punish you to return to the "Divination" Don’t give me food! So I can only put you down here. I heard from my father that the great monk is a person of great merit and virtue, and has the ability to save living beings. If you are spiritual, go find him, you know? ?”

Xiao Jiao raised his head to look at him half-understood, the child grinned, showing two cute little canine teeth, squatted down and put him carefully on the ground, turned and ran away.

The Zen sound was faint, and there seemed to be something guiding Xiaojiao to the lotus platform. The cyan body was coiled into a coil of incense and nestled under the lotus platform, and it blended with the stone color skillfully.

On the second day, the number of people who came to worship and chant scriptures decreased by half.

On the third day, the number is reduced by half.

Seven days later, Emperor Kangyou and his ministers finished their fast and returned to the palace.

Ten days later, the monks of Huguo Temple left the altar, leaving only a few young monks and farmers who insisted on kneeling every day to pray for rain.

The sound of the wooden fish knocked on the lotus platform one by one, and the great monk recited the scriptures non-stop as if he was tireless. In the quiet world, the sound of chanting and the sound of the wooden fish mixed together, forming a beautiful music sound. Like the voice of Buddha and Sanskrit from the nine heavens, it is clear and bright, purifying the evil thoughts and desires of people's hearts.

On the 40th of No.[-], the sky finally condensed with dark clouds, and the eight-hundred-mile Beijing was shrouded in deep blackness.

People stood in front of the altar one after another, looking up at the dark sky.

The sound of the monk chanting did not stop, as if the changes in the surrounding situation had nothing to do with him, until he heard the faint rustling sound coming from behind the lotus platform, he slowly opened his eyes.

Xiaoqingjiao was so uncomfortable that his whole body was rubbing against the ground, his scales glowed brilliantly, something like snakeskin fell from his body between opening and closing, and the two small stone-like horns on his head grew a little longer and exposed. Blue and white.

I don't know when the misty clouds and mists appeared in the sky. I saw a blue light behind the lotus platform. Something suddenly flew into the sky, hidden among the clouds and mists, and kept getting bigger and longer. The sky seemed to have been stabbed with a big hole suddenly, and the heavy rain that had been seen for a long time finally fell.

"Dragon! It's a dragon! It's a dragon!"

I don't know who yelled this first, and everyone who was immersed in the joy of the rain looked up at the sky together, only to see colorful lights flashing, and a blue dragon soaring through the mist.

It rained heavily for a whole day and night, and it gradually stopped in the early morning of the second day. The moist sunlight penetrated through the clouds, lighting up the blue sky after the rain.

The great monk's purple cassock was drenched on his body, but he didn't seem to notice it. Holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a rosary in the other, he watched the giant dragon transform into a handsome young man in the sky, and Shi Shiran landed in front of him. .

The boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a childish face, a pair of black eyes that were very aura, a pair of bluish-white horns on his forehead, and long black hair hanging down to his ankles.

The cool wind blew through the hem of his clothes, and the complicated ancient robe was the same azure color as the sky at this time.

The monk touched his head with a smile, and said: "It seems that Taoism is not enough, and it cannot be completely transformed into a human form. The poor monk's Dharma name is Lingjun, what is the name of the little fairy?"

There was a trace of ignorance in his eyes, the boy blinked twice, and a little red mole on his eyelid made him look even more green.

"Looks like there's no name? How about the poor monk give you one?"

nod.

"Are you born in Huai River?"

After a long pause, he still nodded.

"The poor monk is a monk from the Minghua Temple on the edge of the Huai River. It belongs to Huaiyin County, so it can be regarded as fate. Why not name it Huai. The child who asked you to find the poor monk is the son of Master Xingbu in Chaozhong. Si, since you have accepted his kindness, you must remember it, how about taking this surname and calling it 'Si Huai' in order to remember your kindness?"

"Si Huai..." The young man repeated the words in a young voice, raised the corners of his mouth in imitation of Lingjun, nodded, and said, "Okay."

The smile on Lingjun's face deepened, and Si Huai looked at him with fixed eyes. He felt that the white monk in front of him was not like the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in the temple. Earthly blooms.

This severe drought was his catastrophe from being transformed into a dragon, and this person was the one who survived his catastrophe.

Accompanied by the Sanskrit sound of his chanting for 49 days, he purified the distracting thoughts and glitz in his heart, and then transformed from a dragon into a dragon, and from a dragon into a shape.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "You know everything? Do you know that I'm a practicing little demon?"

"You are not a demon, you are a dragon, a divine dragon that can call wind and rain." Lingjun looked at him and asked seriously: "Would you like to follow me back to the temple to practice, and hide your horns and dragon scales on your body, and turn into a dragon?" Humanoid?"

Si Huai looked down at the cyan scales on the exposed wrist, quickly stretched his sleeves to cover it, and nodded solemnly again.

Lingjun saw his movements, and suddenly took his hand, pulled the bracelet from his wrist, and put it on his slender wrist.

"Since you follow me, this small-leaf red sandalwood Buddha bead bracelet is considered a meeting gift. Ordinary people wearing it can ward off evil spirits and prevent disasters, but you, a little fairy, may wear it to increase your cultivation?"

Xiao Sihuai looked at the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and then at the long string of beads in Lingjun's hand, and felt that he was not willing to give him the good ones.

There were only a few young novice monks around who got up early to clean up. Lingjun nodded to them with a smile, took Xiao Sihuai's hand, and walked down the altar step by step.

The news that the dragon took human form and was taken away by the holy Zen master quickly spread throughout the Central Plains, even the shocking secrets of the emperor's concubine could not be compared.

Monk Lingjun declined the sedan chair sent by the emperor, and walked back to Huaiyin step by step with the handsome young man with first-born horns.

Master Sheng Chan is well-known, coupled with the young boy in the form of a dragon, he is very eye-catching wherever he goes. Even with corn and garlic wrapped around his neck, he finally returned to Minghua Temple alive.

It only takes ten days for the tutorial, but it took more than half a month.

Lingjun reluctantly called the little monk who guarded the mountain gate, and while unloading his luggage, he told Si Huai: "These are kindness, you must keep it in your heart, and you must be sincere when the Lord Buddha prays."

"But they begged me, and if I ask the Buddha again, will the Buddha agree? And the things are so many and trivial, will the Buddha not remember? The rice sender begged me to let their family have a big fat grandson, the sender Garlic wants to find the cow back home..."

"..." Lingjun twitched the corners of his mouth invisibly, "Amitabha, the Lord Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, and sincerity leads to spirituality."

A few young monks at the side turned their faces away and snickered, and after receiving Lingjun's warning, they swiftly took the things from the little Shenlong's hands.

The sound of beating boards at lunch time sounded, and the monks put down their work and went to the back of the main hall. Several young monks hurriedly bowed towards Lingjun, and ran away without a trace with a bunch of things in their arms.

Lingjun sighed in a low voice, and led Si Huai to the Zhaitang at the right rear of the Daxiong Palace.

The Minghua Temple received donations from the emperor. It is much more grand than ordinary temples, and even the dining hall is wider. In addition to the monks in the temple, there are also pilgrims who come to the temple to offer incense or stay for a while. fast.

When they entered the Zhaitang, the abbot monk just led the crowd to finish reciting a passage of scriptures.

According to Lingjun's habits in the past, he may have a sudden whim on the way back to the temple from outside, so no one knows that he will lead the legendary little dragon back today, and nearly a hundred pairs of eyes brushed Looking over, Si Huai hid behind Lingjun a little uncomfortably.

Lingjun turned around and patted his arm, walked to the vacant seat beside the abbot and sat down, saying: "Brother abbot."

"Yeah. Go and get this little boy..." Chair.

Si Huai had already sat down next to Lingjun before the monk abbot finished his orders.

The chairs in the dining hall are all long chairs, so that when there are too many pilgrims, there are not enough chairs so that they can squeeze together, but the chairs of the abbot and Master Lingjun are never crowded with others.The abbot and monk kept his gaze on the young boy for a second, but said nothing.

"Junior brother, this trip is slow. The emperor's decree will arrive the next day after you leave the capital." The horse speeded up, faster than the pigeons flying in the sky.

Lingjun stirred the porridge in the bowl slowly, without urging him.

"What's this young master's name?" The abbot and monk smiled kindly, looking at Si Huai who was somewhat reserved.

"Si Huai." He replied concisely, dipped the white flour steamed bun in his hand into the porridge bowl before putting it in his mouth.

"Although he has turned into a young man, his heart is still a child. He has been with me all the way before he dares to talk to strangers." Lingjun continued.

"The emperor knew that he left with you voluntarily, so he didn't force him to stay. An imperial decree flew to Minghua Temple, ordering us to take care of the little Shenlong and help him improve his morality, so that we can benefit the society in the future."

The abbot put down the food in his hand, sighed heavily on his mind, and said, "Lingjun, a monk should stay away from the world of mortals and devote himself to the Buddha. I know that you are kind and kind, and are praised by the world. , I go to Kyoto every year to open an altar to give lectures. But I shouldn’t bring these mundane things into the temple and live myself into a worldly monk.”

"Brother's words are inappropriate. Taoism cultivates spells and Buddhism cultivates the state of mind. You don't need to know some Buddhist sticks to be called an eminent monk. You need to have a noble and compassionate heart. Lingjun only has Buddha and common people in his heart, and it doesn't matter whether he is born or entered the world. It is benevolence to hide in the temple and sincerely practice Buddhism and solve the difficulties for the pilgrims who come here; it is also benevolence to walk in the rivers and lakes and temples to save the people in distress."

"Forget it, if you want to go out to help the world, this small temple will not be able to trap you. If you want to meditate in meditation, you will be unshakable."

The abbot monk looked up and looked around. While they were talking, the big monks at the same table had already finished eating and left, so he picked up the two steamed buns and bowls, and said to Lingjun, "Since the emperor ordered Let you take him to practice, and you will teach him more about Buddhism and Zen. Jackie Chan transformed into a dragon at a young age, he is really a good Miao Miao."

Lingjun murmured "Amitabha" in a low voice, and didn't know whether he agreed or disagreed with the compliment of this "good Miaomiao". It wasn't until the abbot disappeared at the door of the dining hall with two steamed buns that he turned to look at the man who was poking the steamed buns. My son's seedlings.

"What's wrong? Not to your taste?"

"Yeah." Si Huai nodded seriously, blinked his eyes, aggrieved like a child who couldn't eat candy, and said to Lingjun, "I want to eat meat."

"..." Lingjun avoided his gaze calmly, picked up the porridge in the bowl, and replied, "The temple is a place for meditation, where can I get the meat for you to eat?"

"Didn't we bring back a lot of meat..."

"That is also distributed to the pilgrims in the temple and the poor people in the surrounding areas."

"But that's obviously..."

"There are temple rules in the temple, you have to learn bigu in the future, and you can't keep worrying about eating."

"Okay..." Xiao Sihuai pursed his mouth, poked the steamed bun thoroughly with his chopsticks, imagining that it was a roasted chicken, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed dryly.

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