Overshadowing the sun is always a demon

This is the sixth month since Fadu became a monk in Xuanji Temple.

This year's spring is very short, and the pear trees are blooming and dying in a hurry.

At this time, the falling flowers are always too much to sweep away. The two of them cleaned all the way along the dilapidated mountain gate. Before they got down to the foot of the mountain, the stone steps behind them were already covered with white petals.

Fadu stared at the back of his senior repeating the sweeping action in distress, and couldn't help complaining: "Brother, are we going to sweep to the end of time?"

Faming raised his head, eyes full of confusion: "We are not sweeping the steps, but sweeping the heart. If you care so much about the result, it proves that your heart has not been swept clean."

Fadu gasped exaggeratedly, and clasped his hands together: "Senior brother is so reasonable, I'm speechless."

Fa Ming smiled calmly, lowered his head again and concentrated on cleaning the fallen flowers on the stairs.

Xuanji Temple probably did not pay much attention to its site selection. In such a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and backed by a scenic spot, the incense can still be so sluggish that there is not a single pilgrim in ten days and a half months.

But depression also has its benefits. The temple is very quiet, and everyone speaks very little.

The older senior brothers are all orphans adopted by the temple. They grew up in the temple since they were young.When Fa Du entered the monastery, his master was already very old, so in many cases, it was the elders who were responsible for teaching scriptures and karma to the new disciples who entered the monastery.

"Why do you come to this ruined temple to burn incense? The merits are not the same everywhere?" Hearing the voice of conversation coming from the stone steps, Fadu quickly raised his head to look down, and then looked at the couple climbing up the steps. The young man who killed Matt complained in a low voice: "The front is high-energy, and the washing, cutting and blowing are quickly approaching."

Fa Ming was puzzled: "What is washing, cutting and blowing?"

Fadu looked at his glistening head and shook his head slightly: "You won't understand."

The two young men approached quickly, and the man asked bluntly, "Where is the place where you burn incense?"

His tone was obviously very impatient, and his voice was frighteningly loud. Fadu was used to being quiet these days, but when he suddenly heard such a decibel volume, he felt the earth tremble.

"Ask you! Are you deaf?" The man's childish face under the withered grass-like hair had a viciousness that shouldn't be there at this age, and it looked a little ferocious.

The woman took a step forward and dragged the man back: "Brother... No, little master, we just want to worship the Bodhisattva, there is no other meaning. Is your Bodhisattva efficacious? As long as you worship, your wish will come true?"

Fadu looked up and down the couple, and suddenly found it funny.

He has seen a lot of people who don’t burn incense and hold the Buddha’s feet temporarily, but if they temporarily use the Buddha’s leg pendant, the Buddha will be responsive. Do you think that is a vending machine?

"These days, our temple is closed for cleansing, and we will not accept you. There is a Miaofa Temple two kilometers ahead of the fork in the road below..." Before Fa Du finished speaking, Fa Ming had already interrupted him, and said in a deep voice: "Fado, you go back to the meditation room to rest first. The two benefactors, please come with me."

Fadu watched the three of them go up all the way, the sun shone obliquely from above, the old bluestone steps were gray and weathered, and the shadows of the three were uneven, dragging behind them for a long time.

There is an old-fashioned arch bridge at the back gate of Xuanji Temple. The stream on the mountain flows under the bridge. It feels great to sit on the bridge and enjoy the wind.

Fadu didn't rush back to the meditation room, but sat on the bridge with his broom in his arms, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Yes, monks are not prohibited from carrying mobile phones in the monastery, as long as they are not taken out on proper occasions to hinder the solemnity, the master and brothers have always been very lenient on this point.Besides, there is an automatic chanting app on the mobile phone, as long as you open it, you can recite various scriptures such as "Heart Sutra", "Tripitaka", "Ksitigarbha Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", "Sangha Zha Sutra", "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" , Take out eminent monks to explain the scriptures.The times are advancing, and Buddhism must also keep pace with the times.

"This week's new show is released, don't you want to show it?"

"Shenjing patients, hurry up and get the medicine!"

"How can life be bound by me!"

"Will you pay me back when my hair reaches my waist?"

"Poor night watchman, do you feel a cold wind!"

Fadu browsed Weibo and forums as usual, but never replied a single word.

For him, the protection given by the boundless Buddhism is not only a comfort for the soul, but also a magic weapon to escape from reality.

You know, his original purpose of becoming a monk was not to really want to study Buddhism, but simply to escape the endless blind dates like a nightmare.

There is only one more message in the private message of the forum.

Meisha: Self-cultivation and peace of mind. Recently, you have encountered Mercury retrograde and your luck is not good. You may face a turning point in your life or face a major choice. You must be careful and careful, so as not to regret it later.

No matter how glamorous you once were, you will eventually be forgotten by people.They won't notice you're gone, or even remember you've been there.

Fadu politely replied thank you.

Every day, the sun rises, the moon sets, and the morning and evening alternate. Time is a good medicine for all neurological diseases.When he first came here, he was also very talkative, and he would complain about everything, but as time passed, he stopped being sentimental, gossip, and nympho.Only when he logs in to a familiar website with his mobile phone and looks at those familiar speeches, he feels that those familiar lives are slowly fading out of his life. There is no anger or joy on his calm face, and he only vaguely writes a " roll" word.

"I know you're upset, baby, don't make trouble, can you?" The male Shamate I met outside the mountain gate quickly flashed out from behind, pressed his voice and straightened into the phone, "Isn't this rabbit pregnant again?" I have to go to a ruined temple to pray for my baby's safety..."

There was an old pine tree standing behind Fadu, which happened to cover his figure, and of course Shamate didn't realize his existence.He didn't bother to eavesdrop on the secrets of others' secrets, he stood up and wanted to leave, but the voice from there still came to his ears clearly.

"She said that she has already had two children. If she does it again this time, she may not be able to conceive in the future... Bah! How can I let her have a baby? If I really give birth, I will be chained to death for a lifetime?"

"I know that you love me more than the rabbit, and you have beaten a baby more than her... Well, if you want to marry, I will marry you. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to persuade her to make the baby, and I will break up with her when it is clean... I swear to God! If I don’t break up with her, I will be struck by lightning and die! Bobobo kiss you! Bye!”

As soon as the phone was hung up over there, the man spit thick phlegm on the wall and cursed: "Small bitch! I don't want to piss and take pictures. Marry you? I won't be able to play in the next life!"

Fa Du was so disgusted when he heard this, he saw the man stooped towards the temple, his slightly hunched figure was like a wild beast inadvertently exposed to the sun.He was just about to follow when he heard someone greet him from behind, and when he turned around, he couldn't help being extremely surprised: "Master?"

Fadu's master is also the abbot and abbot of Xuanji Temple, and his Dharma name is Wuzhi.Although he is an octogenarian, he is still in good health and spirit.Occasionally, when the master is in a good mood, he will come out to accompany everyone to do a morning class or explain a scripture. At first, Fa Du listened with great interest, but later he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Fadu: Master, why do you always recite the wrong scriptures and explain the scriptures differently every time?

Master: Life has ups and downs and fate is impermanent. If you forcefully seek the correct solution, that is a sign of obscurity.

Fadu: ==

At first Fadu thought that he was just getting old and confused, but soon he realized that his thinking was too naive.

The monks in the temple talked more and more, and occasionally picked up babies who were abandoned nearby.The incense in Xuanji Temple is so light, and there is no behind-the-scenes boss to support the monks, but everyone still practices and recites scriptures as usual, and has never really worried about making a living.

One day Fadu finally couldn't bear to ask this question to his master: Master, can this monastery really support so many monks with such poor incense?

Master smiled slightly: Have you heard of Amway?

Fadu: ==

Since then, Fadu's view of Master has completely changed.More than once, he felt that Master shouldn't be called Wuzhi at all, but Dazhi, or Taizhi. Obviously, he is too smart, and he can't even keep up with his pace.

"Master, those two people..."

"When you want to speak, what you say must be more valuable than your silence." As soon as Wuzhi spoke, Fadu often had nothing to say.

Xuanji Temple is not very big, the two of them went in one after the other, just in time to see the man who killed Matt wandering impatiently outside the Daxiong Palace, constantly urging the woman to leave, and the girl named Rabbit put both hands together. Heshi, kneeling on the futon neatly, chanting words.Although her shape does not match the majestic Grand Hall, her posture is pious and sincere, and the unquenchable spark in her eyes is the light of the soul brought by the new life.

The sun slanted into the temple gate from behind them, and the rabbit was enveloped in that warm sunlight, and the haze on his body was as if it was about to soar in the movie.

Even in purgatory, as long as you are willing to stand under the sun, there is a possibility of salvation.

"Fado, do you understand?"

"I understand that if I told the truth to that benefactor, she would probably go for surgery right away, which would be a crime." Fadu leaned on the broom and looked at the two people, still feeling as if he had eaten a fly. "If I don't say anything, although the child's life can be saved temporarily, that scumbag will still abandon their mother and child in the future. It is also a crime."

Wuzhi turned to look at him, shaking his head again and again.

"Am I right?"

Wuzhi clasped his hands together: "Master is not saying that you are wrong, but that you have chosen the wrong path. After half a year in the monastery, your character is still blunt and impulsive. After all, this kind of personality cannot be an ascetic monk who was born in the world, and a hero who fights for righteousness." It’s more suitable for a hero. How about this, you take your handsome juniors to a stall in the forked road, and sell all the remaining batches of marriage bells and Bodhi bracelets in our temple.”

"...Since that's the case, master, why don't you teach me the Dharma, and use some practical boxing skills, and the training should be a bit like training." The master is not serious, and Fa Du is happy to play tricks with him.

"Oh, my master's Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle ran away from home recently and I can't find it. Let's talk about learning Kung Fu another day."

Fadu was silent.

Master, is it really okay for you to talk nonsense in such a serious manner?

"Let's go, go to the Zhaitang to have a look." Wuzhi turned his head and left, really not intending to care about the life and death of the couple who killed Matt.

"Master, I really don't care..." The moment Fadu turned his head, a strange scene flashed before his eyes.

At that time, the sun was shining obliquely, and all the flowers and trees, as well as the shadow under the rabbit's feet, were stretched into a long section, but there was an indescribable piece under the man's feet, as if he was stuck in a black muddy quagmire.

Fadu stood still, rubbing his eyes fiercely.

It wasn't a quagmire, but more than a dozen little hands.

They clung tightly to the man's legs, like leeches in the mud pond stinging on the flesh.