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"understood."

Ji Mo nodded, yes, he can understand some of the truths, but understanding may not be able to do it, just like the entrustment of faith, even if he is really conscientious in front of a monk, even better than many monks of faith. Classes and evening classes are never interrupted, and there is no delay in daily chanting and memorizing, but fundamentally, in the eyes of the Buddha, he may not be as good as those who memorize scriptures are not as good as him.

The fundamental problem lies in belief.

Every time the topic comes to this point, Ji Mo feels that if he goes against his will, he can still say a few beautiful words, which will make Guangji happier, and teach him more happily, but when he comes here, he just can’t say it. .

Joining the Buddhist school but not believing in Buddhism is like a kind of betrayal in itself, but it is just enough to make up for it, but if it is false, pretending to be sincere, and defrauding Guangji's attention, it is too villainous.

Maybe this distinction is just for Ji Mo to keep his own bottom line, but he is not willing to use it to deceive people.

Guangji didn't see what he was thinking. Seeing that he was always silent in the following days, he thought it was because he had spoken too seriously a few days ago, so he didn't give him much relief. He just prepared another warm vest for Ji Mo to wear inside. The cotton one.

It's not cotton, it's a kind of cotton wool. It's warming effect. I can only say that the new one is good. If it doesn't get wet, it's okay.

"Master, don't just think about me, you should also add clothes."

Ji Mo also really wants to add some clothes to Guangji, but unfortunately it is not so easy. At this time, if we talk about keeping warm, we still need clothes made of fur to be warmer, but fur things need to be killed, even if they are not killed , but the animal died for some reason, but, dying and skinning is also a kind of cruelty.

Thinking about these things compared to yourself, you will know why this kind of clothing is not in the range of monks' choice.

In this way, except for cotton wool, which is replaced too quickly and is not too warm, there are no good things that can keep warm, or there are, but they can't touch it at this level, such as natural warm jade, It's not what they can get.

"I'm much stronger than you. I can bear the weather."

Guangji will also tell Ji Mo what the Fahua Temple he grew up in is like, the climate there, the people there, the vegetarian food there, and some dishes are all different from here.

When there is a chance, Guangji will try to do it for Ji Mo. He is an all-rounder, and he can do everything when he is away from home. Ji Mo also saw him repairing a carriage for others, and saw the coachman beside him rubbing his hands. Hands, this idea, the monk is better at repairing cars than himself, it is really hard to live.

In addition, writing letters to people is also something that Guangji often does. Occasionally, he also works part-time in fortune-telling, helping with face and palm reading, and combining one and one horoscopes. There is almost nothing he can't do.

Once, when staying overnight in a village, a woman happened to have dystocia in the middle of the night. It stands to reason that what the monk can do at this time is to help chant scriptures and pray for blessings outside. Or a few words of comfort to everyone can be regarded as meritorious deeds.

Guangji was capable, and he was able to enter the delivery room to help deliver the baby. In the end, the mother and daughter were safe, which really shocked Ji Mo.

When he was a doctor, he didn't dare to say that he entered the delivery room casually. The key is that this thing also has a problem of luck. If the mother's physical condition is not good, or the fetus is not good, or there is an accident, it may be dead. Two lives, if you don't go in, there is still a possibility of exemption from responsibility, if you go in, it's not you who killed it, but you deserve to die.

The medical troubles in ancient times were much more serious than those in modern times. Just ask Hua Tuo how he died, and you can understand why he died. Others were directly beaten to death by villagers with sticks and stones.

Don't think that being able to cure diseases means having a respected amulet. To say "quack doctor" is really not wrong to kill someone.

This is true of serious doctors. When it comes to non-professional things like monks, he takes care of him, and there are always some criticisms and troubles.

The family who was delivered already had three daughters, so they wanted to have another son, and when they heard that it was a daughter again, they didn't say that the monk was not good, but at that time, the baby girl was about to be drowned as a cruel means to frighten her. The children who may come later, if they are girls, don't come, and if they come, they will be killed.

At that time, Guangji persuaded him with the idea of ​​accumulating Yin virtue, and later...Ji Mo stayed up all night, guarding outside the door of that family, and found that someone in their family went out in the dark, and buried him in the grove without going far. When something came back, he rushed over to dig it up and found that it was the drowned baby girl.

Silence for a while.

"Let's go."

Guangji found out that he was not there in the middle of the night, so he found him. Seeing this scene, he silently helped to cover the soil again. There was no way, no way.

There are female nuns in the Buddhist family, but these female nuns have to be voluntary. It's not like picking up a baby casually can give her a lifetime. Moreover, it is impossible for them to take a baby girl with them when they pass by. .

"Master didn't expect it?"

Ji Mo felt suffocated in his heart, and he didn't know who to attack, but his tone of voice contradicted him.

"What did you expect, so what if you didn't expect it? The cause and effect are determined early, and its fate is hard to change!"

Guangji's statement was a bit sad, and he didn't mind Ji Mo's bad tone, "She left early, and she can enter reincarnation early..."

"Enter reincarnation early, and then enter this kind of family?"

I have heard of such things in the past, but if I don’t see it with my own eyes, it always seems to be far away. Seeing it with my own eyes, that kind of feeling, after all, makes a wave of energy in the chest hover up, rushing straight to the brain, wanting to say something, do something.

"It only depends on her merits."

Guangji's words were indifferent, he didn't make any distinctions with Ji Mo, he only asked him to recite scriptures to save the baby girl, Ji Mo agreed, and read the scriptures several times that night. Guangji apologized, "The disciple is restless and has nothing to do with the master, so I ask the master to punish him!"

"During the journey, it is inconvenient to copy the scriptures, so read the scriptures a few more times."

Guangji gave some punishment symbolically, but didn't take this matter to heart.

The next day, I heard Ji Mo tell everyone the story of the female Bodhisattva. I stopped silently and listened for a while. The children in the village still listened to it. Even the adults, because they were greedy for the novelty of free storytelling, would listen more. Two sentences.

The story is born out of the scriptures, and not all of them are in the scriptures, but the truth in it sounds like that.

After staying for one more day, Ji Mo left with Guangji again. There were many stories to tell on the way, and most of them were about the female Bodhisattva. A case of accumulating blessings at home.

Guangji understood the extended meaning and acquiesced in it.

On this day, in the Guadan temple, this time it is a big temple, and the master and apprentice can share a single room to live in, instead of sleeping with other monks in Datong bunk, which is really a lot of luxury.

When Guangji got up, the morning sun hadn't hit the window lattice yet, seeing Ji Mo also got up, he asked: "The road ahead is long, do you still want to continue to accompany me?"

The relationship between master and disciple is not inseparable, Guangji is asking Ji Mo's determination.

Along the way, whenever there is an opportunity, Guangji will ask such questions, like an endless test.

"Since you worship as a teacher, you should serve your whole life."

Ji Mo's mind has never changed, not from the perspective of completing tasks, Guangji is like a life mentor to him, and there are many qualities worthy of learning from him. Perhaps the society will be impetuous in the future, and monks will not It will be as pure as it is now, but at the moment, here, and in Guangji, Ji Mo can faintly see the Buddha's light.

It's not the kind that really exists, but a moving brilliance of personality charm, or the kind of "light" perceived spiritually, looming, standing among the mortals, attracting people's admiration.

The master is the teacher, the first is the teacher, and the sage is the teacher.

This "Master", Ji Mo yelled willingly, and never planned to go back on his word, but Guangji had clearly been confirmed by the system and accepted him as a disciple, but there always seemed to be a doubt in his heart, and he would ask him every now and then. When I asked, I didn't know whether I wanted to hear that sentence of regret, or I didn't want to.

Guangji nodded and didn't say anything more, this was considered a routine question.

The scriptures stored in the big temple are somewhat different. The two masters and apprentices stayed here for three years. During these three years, except for some trivial matters, they almost stayed in the scripture pavilion. For the convenience of exchanging some lonely scriptures and the like Yes, Guangji will also silently write down the scriptures he knows, and Ji Mo is also working hard.

On the way before, when I seldom wrote scriptures silently, it was mainly when I was away from home, and it was not convenient to carry a lot of paper and pen and ink. This kind of thing is expensive and expensive, so it is not easy to borrow from others. Now in such a large temple, As long as he is willing to copy the scriptures, the supply of pens, ink, paper and inkstones is open. Since there is no limit, Guangji asked Ji Mo to silently write scriptures every day.

It was only when I was writing silently that I found it embarrassing. There are many words that Ji Mo can write and many meanings, and Ji Mo also knows, but when he actually wrote, the habitual punctuation of sentences appeared, which made Guangji frown secretly, and finally came out of the book silently. , had to call back and rewrite.

"If you don't add points to the top, you can't stop the bottom."

This kind of rule does not talk about whether it is outdated, but only about its reasoning. There are still some. Most of the scriptures are dictated, and each person's sentence punctuation habits are different. Who can say that the other party must be right?

It's like when reading a text, you don't necessarily have to pause before every punctuation mark. In this way, how many punctuation points will the reader think there are?

A punctuation error is also an error.

Therefore, there cannot be any excess here.

As for the added reading difficulty, can this be considered difficult?

Here, Ji Mo has another misunderstanding. He always thinks that Buddhist scriptures should be as simple and easy to understand as possible. If they can be changed into vernacular that ordinary people can understand, it will be easier to spread, but in fact , this requires a threshold.

Buddhism, at the beginning, was not a good medicine for the poor, but instead, it was the spiritual sustenance of the intellectuals and what their faith sought.