Placid Chang'an

It never occurred to Su Lan that his precious brother ran away with the monk who came to beg for alms in just one stick of incense time?

The two of them climbed over the wall and threw their clothes yellow with apricot leaves on the stove. Before leaving, they packed most of his leftovers.

If it was said that the two of them had no premeditation, Su Lan wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death. Otherwise, why would a monk come to ask for alms just as they were about to go out?How could it be a coincidence that he insisted on eating leftovers from his family?How can we hit it off and leave immediately?

Su Lan, the younger brother of a top student in high school, thinks he is also a smart person, and immediately concludes that this monk must not be an ordinary monk, but Su Zixu must have planned for a long time, and found someone to pretend to be a monk to come and take him away.Immediately, he sent people to search around, and even inquired all the way along the post station to the capital, so he almost had people chase and intercept him at the gate of Chang'an City.

He never expected that his cleverness would be misunderstood by his cleverness. Su Cen was able to strike the clock for half a month in Lingyuan Temple outside the city without incident.

I still heard about it from the young master of the Wang family who was in the incense powder business in Yangzhou City, and said: "I accompanied Jiannei to the temple to offer incense yesterday, and I seem to have seen Lingdi."

Su Lan waved her hand: "Impossible, that little bastard wants to go back to Chang'an in his dreams, and finally let him slip away, how could he still stay in Yangzhou?"

"Could it be my eyesight?" The young master of the Wang family took a sip of his tea, "But it's quite similar. I'm helping someone write autographs there. That hand in lower script, tsk tsk tsk..."

There was a sharp "squeak" sound from the chair dragging the floor, and Su Lan stood up abruptly, her eyes widened and her expression frightened: "Then, then...does he still have hair?"

There is a hundred-year-old ginkgo tree in front of the gate of Lingyuan Temple, which was later used by the pilgrims who came to the temple to pray. The people in the temple wrote it on their behalf, and only charged one copper coin for the retouching fee.Su Cen always felt that the lack of incense in Lingyuan Temple was largely due to the fact that the old abbot didn't know how to do business. Such a good resource, but he didn't make use of it at all. Seeing that Caotang Temple can make a fortune with a well, why can't they Use this tree to solve the problem of food and clothing?

But thinking about it again, if the monks are really devoted to these business calculation techniques, the heart of worshiping the Buddha will not be pure.

A big tree covering the sky and the sun is covered with silk ribbons of various colors, some of which have been mottled and faded, and some are newly hung, moving with the breeze.

Su Cen sat under the tree and wrote a wish.

When he first arrived at the monastery, he did have the idea of ​​becoming a monk, but the presiding officer said that he came to escape from the world and was not devoted to the Buddha, and his karma was not over, so he refused to accept him.Instead, he sent him outside the temple gate and asked him to write for someone else.

Buddhism stresses that all living beings are suffering, and only by cultivating great compassion can we save the world and live in Nirvana.

Not so in his view.

Seeing those who came to ask for wishes, shyly or frankly express what they want in their hearts, and then put their wishes on paper for them. The more he reads and writes, the more he feels more and more in his heart. Calm down.Some of these people are looking for promotion and wealth, and some are looking for family success, official career, marriage, and longevity.

Youdao is a person who knows the work by seeing the little things, and knows the autumn by a leaf. He listens to the wishes of the people in this corner, and sporadically pieced together the government orders and donations of the people in power. The prosperous age is still stable.

Su Lan rushed over just in time for Su Cen to finish writing a lottery. Su Cen stared at each other for a moment before remembering to hand the red silk to the little novice behind him and hang it on the tree.

Su Lan calmly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the hair is still there.

A few steps forward, without giving anyone a chance to explain, he grabbed Su Cen's wrist and was about to leave, "Have enough trouble? Come back with me."

"Big Brother, Big Brother!" Su Cen finally pulled out his wrist after earning a few bucks, and pursed his lips as he watched the person, "I don't want to go back."

"If you don't want to go back, what are you doing here? Do you really want to be a monk?!"

Su Cen whispered: "It's not impossible..."

Su Lan stared, Su Cen took two steps back hastily, and argued: "I'm not going to be a monk, this place is very nice and quiet, it allows me to think about things clearly."

"A house as big as yours is not enough for you? If Yangzhou is not good, there is still Suzhou. Parents are old and have been nagging you to go back. It's fine if you don't perform filial piety at their knees, but you still have to run to this monk temple. It hurts the spring and the autumn, isn't it just that little fame, that little... Is there anything I can't figure out, if I don't have it, I won't be able to live?"

Seeing Su Cen bowed his head and remained silent, Su Lan felt that what she said was a bit heavy again.He has always been proud of this younger brother, and he took care of him for fear of being bullied. His father would scold him for a long time, but now he is in such a state of despair, the culprit he can neither beat nor scold , I also took a deep breath in my heart, and I haven't straightened it out.

"Brother," Su Cen looked up and smiled at people, "I've gotten better since I came here. Look, I've started writing again."

Su Lan froze for a moment, then turned to look at the pen in the person's hand. The ink was still wet, so it was obvious that she had just finished writing.

"I just lost something, and my heart is empty, please give me some more time..." Su Cen lowered his head and said softly, "I will be fine."

After all, Su Lan couldn't bear to reprimand him any more, so she turned her head and thought, heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine, Buddhism is boundless, maybe it can really cleanse the mind and bring back his former brother?

While he was in a daze, another old monk in cassock came out of the temple, supported by the great monk who came to beg for alms that day, and nodded slightly at the two, "Amitabha."

Su Cen turned around and responded, "Host."

A temple presides, Su Lan is not rude, followed by Su Cen and saluted with clasped hands.

The old host had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and asked Su Lan, "The benefactor is here for little benefactor Su?"

Su Lan glared at her younger brother, and replied, "Exactly."

"Small Almighty Su and my Buddha have a predestined relationship. There is such a calamity in his life. It is a calamity that must be passed through. Only after he overcomes the calamity can he be fully enlightened. Buddhism is pure, and the Buddha is willing to spend this calamity for Su Xiao. Worry."

What the abbot of Caotang Temple said was fulfilled one by one, Su Cen couldn't help being a little more in awe of these mysterious and mysterious things, and since he came to the temple, he really felt a lot better. He had to clean up every morning and help people during the day Writing signatures, and having evening classes with the monks in the temple at night, I really think less and less of that place and the people there.

Su Lan heard that the Buddha was going to help her younger brother to overcome the catastrophe, her heart moved a little, and she asked: "Are you serious about what the abbot said?"

The host folded his palms together and said with a smile, "Monks don't tell lies."

Su Lan hesitated for a while before letting go, and agreed to let Su Cen stay for the time being. Before leaving, she made three agreements with others—one is not allowed to become a monk, the other is not allowed to become a monk, and the third is not allowed to become a monk!

Su Cen answered seriously three times before Su Lan reluctantly nodded, and left after having lunch in the temple, and would have to come back to confirm again in three or five days.

Naturally, Su Lan didn't come here empty-handed, every time she prepared enough money for incense sticks, she looked like she was sincerely paying homage to the Buddha, but secretly she only wanted to improve Su Cen's food in secret.

After half a year, not only did the food in the temple be improved, but the rest of the money was also used to renovate the Daxiong Hall, thereby attracting more pilgrims. Su Cen's hand was about to cramp every day when he wrote the lottery, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow every day. No time to worry about other things.

Now people in the temple would greet him when they saw him, and even the host would smile when they saw him. Su Cen suddenly realized that the host of Lingyuan Temple didn't know how to do business, but he didn't pay attention to petty profits before. Here, hugging his cash cow is the most important thing.

At the end of August, the weather turned cooler, and the leaves of ginkgo trees turned from green to yellow, covering half of the mountain.

When Su Cen was cleaning in the early morning, he suddenly heard a loud noise, and then the whole mountain shook accordingly, and the ginkgo leaves rustled down, covering the place that had just been cleaned with another layer.

The monks in the temple rushed out to check it out, chattered for a long while and didn't come to a conclusion.

Su Cen frowned, and a bad thought came to her mind.

They didn't know until someone went up to the mountain to burn incense in the morning. Just this morning, an earthquake occurred in Suzhou.