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Fahua Temple received Ji Mo, who had returned from a long journey. The reception ceremony of this standard was not very grand, but it was because Ji Mo was able to receive him from the real power faction including the host in the temple. For fame's sake.

Hearing the intention of Ji Mo's visit, the host first smiled: "Such kind deeds must be pursued by oneself."

Afterwards, he arranged accommodation for Ji Mo, and the corresponding treatment, not according to the level of the foreign monks, but according to the level of the monks in this temple. Welcome.

Ji Mo also settled down with peace of mind. For a long time at the beginning, it may be that such a big news was rare in the boring career of chanting. With Ji Mo as the center, it caused a sensation for a while, and many nearby people who were invited by the host The eminent monks of the temple also gathered together to discuss grand events.

With their attitude, Ji Mo did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly wrote the scriptures silently for reference, and even asked the monk sent by the host to help write the scriptures. He dictated, and the other party wrote them down. , Ji Mo sleeps no more than four hours a day.

Day and night like this, the number of scriptures that have been driven out is also quite a lot, at least there are indeed different fallacies, for those eminent monks to refer to and discuss.

This work is similar to compiling a book, and no effect can be seen in a day or two. When these eminent monks refer to a certain article, they quote from the scriptures, and they also talk about different opinions, which leads to some discussions and delays a certain amount of time.

Fahua Temple took advantage of the organizers, so these eminent monks stayed in the temple to live as guests, and the resulting great reputation was also due.

Because of this, Ji Mo's reputation has increased again, which is also natural.

However, prestige will be forgotten as time goes by. One year, the flowers bloom, two years, the lingering flame remains, and three years, there will be a lingering sound.

Five years later, scriptures and books were piled up in the Library Pavilion, and the work of the eminent monks was still going on, but the attention was much reduced. Even Ji Mo's fame at that time was rarely mentioned.

The enthusiasm seemed to have cooled down, and Ji Mo didn't feel very disappointed. He adjusted his schedule long ago, and he was still writing scriptures silently, but he didn't force himself to sleep.

But, perhaps because of his age, he was getting less and less sleep, tossing and turning, he didn't feel any uneasy concern, but he couldn't sleep well.

I wake up early every day, before the morning bell rings, before the morning class, and even the morning light has never wiped off the dew. After Ji Mo wakes up, as usual, he sits upright and reads the scriptures several times as the morning class , During the turning of the rosary, it seems to have returned to a certain day in the past, and nothing has changed.

When I opened my eyes, I could see the gradually rising white in the sky, it was almost dawn.

The monk's robe wiped off the dew, dripping on the upper of the shoe, feeling slightly cold, and walked through the path in the green grass with his hands in his hands. When few people walked, and when the morning light was still unknown, he quietly admired the scenery in the temple. Ji Mo was walking When passing the moss-covered stone steps of those ancient trees, one wonders whether Guangji had walked through these places and seen such scenery.

The faint mist makes this morning seem to be lingering in a dream. People who walk have cold and solid ground under their feet, but their hearts are floating on the vast white clouds.

"Kang Dang", the sound of the bucket hitting the ground was so loud, Ji Moxun looked at it, and saw a young monk getting up from the ground, it seemed that he fell hard, his legs were inconvenient, so he stood up a step It just tilted and almost fell to the ground again.

Beside his feet, the crooked bucket rolled slowly, and even the water in it spilled all over the ground, wet the ground, and even half of his clothes and shoes were wet.

The young monk didn't care about the wetness and coldness of his body, and hurriedly picked up the bucket. He was still holding a bucket in his other hand, and his leg was injured again. When he moved quickly, he became a little unstable. Fortunately, the bucket was not Instead of falling to the ground, it tilted a bit and spilled some, which was not so full.

Ji Mo stopped and watched his movements. Are those monks from the monastery who came to fetch water so early?Why is he the only one?

"Mute again!" An unhappy voice came, and a middle-aged monk with a stern face walked up to the young monk accompanied by several people, "Mute, why are you here to fetch water again?"

His voice was stern, and there was a bit of accusation on his face. He looked like a villain when he appeared on the stage, and even the title was a bit vicious.

The young monk whom he called "dumb" raised his head and smiled, his unexpectedly handsome face became a little more silly because of this simple smile, which made the middle-aged monk frown, "Don't come here again next time, all of you are in the same room, It's their turn, and it doesn't have to be so early! There's still time to go after morning class."

Hearing his words, he still felt evil, but the meaning in the words was still very clear. Ji Mo couldn't help laughing after being stunned, almost judging people by their appearance.

The young monk just smiled and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk became more and more at a loss for what to say, and frowned even tighter. When he saw Ji Mo walking slowly, he saluted hurriedly and said "Master Uncle".

"What's going on here?"

Ji Mo asked casually, the middle-aged monk quickly said that it was all right, the two monks who came with him didn't make a sound, and even the young monk didn't say anything, Ji Mo couldn't say anything more, so he nodded slightly, counting it as Greeted and left.

Xu Shi deliberately noticed that for a period of time afterwards, every time Ji Mo got up early and wandered around, he would see the monk called "dumb".

This monk is also an orphan adopted by the temple since he was a child. There is nothing special about his life experience. There are some orphans in every temple. They were adopted since childhood. When they grow up, they become monks in the temple. It is very cheap, but he has Disabled, unable to speak.

Children, even young monks, have a naive and cruel side. They just call each other "dumb" instead of their names. At first, this may not be a kind of malice, as if many people call others nicknames. The outside is easy to remember with distinctive features.

Later, as it gradually developed, it was inevitable that there would be some prejudices because of this ugly nickname. Monks wanted to practice, to transcend, and to save people. But before that, monks were also human beings, so it was impossible to really treat All are treated equally, more or less prejudice, not serious, but it does exist.

The cowardice that one party does not count as bullying, and the other party accepts it all, has become the current situation of the dumb monk. He obviously lives in the same room, but he is the only one who does other people's work, and all he gets is nothing but a sentence. What a sincere thank you.

Interested people read it and always felt that other monks in the same room bullied him, but one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer, so it was not easy for others to intervene.Just like the middle-aged monk, it was just to give him an idea. If he refused to do things as usual, the middle-aged monk could do nothing.

Such a person always makes people angry.

Ji Mo watched it for several days in a row, seeing the dumb monk's attitude towards those "bullying", he completely accepted it happily. For this reason, he got up early and went to bed late, and really served the people like an old scalper.

Such a willingness to work hard is really... very suitable.

"How did Master Uncle think of accepting Tongji as his disciple?"

Tongji is the official name of the dumb monk.

"I think he has a good temper, he doesn't fight or grab, and he is just right to study scriptures with me and pass them on to others in the future."

Ji Mo's request is very clear, a preacher does not need to be famous, even fame is a burden, and he does not need to compete with others for power and position, as long as he can stay in his position honestly and play a linking role That's it.

Passing on the scriptures means passing on the scriptures. The meaning of the Buddha is that thousands of volumes of scriptures have been exhausted, and there is no need for the world to add more embellishments. At least in Ji Mo's view, it is no longer necessary. Therefore, a preacher can be a dumb person. What he has to do That is to be able to write and write, and to pass on the scriptures that have been written down so that they will not be lost.

Ji Mo's reputation in his early years is still useful. After he said this, he asked Tongji what he meant in the temple, and the other party agreed, and the matter was like this.

Tongji is born dumb, can't speak, and feels inferior to this, even if he can make some "ahah" sounds, he always keeps silent on weekdays.

Ji Mo didn't ask him to talk either. After he came, he was only asked to memorize scriptures, memorize one book, and write one book silently. He would tell him what kind of person his master Guangji was, and he would also tell the stories they met on the road, teaching by precept and example, Guangji really did this to the extreme.

Many years later, Ji Mo recalled that time when Guangji deliberately walked through the famine. Although he only walked straight, he wanted to teach himself the suffering of the people. The mystery of Buddhism can relieve the suffering of all living beings.

"...Master has good intentions, but I have failed him. Some things cannot be forced, and cannot be forced..."

Thinking of the serious illness that Guangji suffered because of this, and thinking that his health was not very good after that, and he always got sick from time to time, that's why he stayed later, and that's why... all kinds of past events were not very clear at the time, but looking at them now Come on, it's somewhat my own fault.

"He wants to save me."

Facing Tongji, Ji Mo recalled these things, feeling a little dazed. It was not the first time he had accepted disciples, but from this point of view, besides skills, did he teach his disciples anything?Live in the world?That has never been the content of his teaching that he valued, and he doesn't even care if his disciples betray him. He has no expectations for his disciples. He must say yes, and that is the simplest one. Pass on what he taught, no matter what it is, just pass it on.

But Guangji was not like that. He hoped that he would be better, that he would step on him and go to a higher place.

The virtue of being a teacher is not as good as yourself.