The old monster loves the poor monk

Going back tens of thousands of years, the sea and the mulberry field have changed several times, and the morning star in the sky has disappeared and risen again.

When Sifang Mountain collapsed, they had shouted, the magic path is immortal!

This is an oath to the heavens, and he has never forgotten it.

Countless silently closed eyes are waiting in the dark for the light of the first star to light up, and when that star lights up...

Kong Ming, who was lying on the bed, woke up suddenly, he opened his mouth, his lips gathered together slightly, and wanted to say the words in his dream, but he forgot everything the moment he woke up.

What kind of sentence is that?It's clearly down his throat but he just can't get it out.

He had a nightmare again, Kong Ming sighed, after all, it was something boring, which affected his sleep all night again.

Tibet in 2009

The Zayeba Monastery, which was built between the cliffs, ushered in the first rays of sunshine in the morning. Kongming recovered from his nightmare and got up and rushed to Dazi County. Dazi is the closest to their temple. In the county seat, Rinpoche asked him to go to the county seat today to buy a small porcelain jar to hold lamp oil.

He also told him: "No matter who you meet on the road, no matter what the other party says to you, don't pay attention to it, hold the tank, look down at the road, and be sure to come back at noon."

Kong Ming didn't know, so: "Why?"

Rinpoche lovingly stroked the top of Kong Ming's head: "If you don't come back at noon, you won't have anything to eat."

"???"

Looking into Rinpoche's wise eyes, Kong Ming felt that Rinpoche must be drinking again, and nodded honestly: "Kong Ming knows."

He is a little different from people in Tibet, he is much more delicate than those dark guys, the master said he is an abandoned Han child, people don’t know what kind of person his mother is, and they don’t know that she is a Han Why do women throw their children in Tibet? Several people saw a Han woman holding her child as if she was coming to worship, but at night someone found him abandoned in the haystack. After he was abandoned, he died in Dazi County After eating for half a month, each household gathered together highland barley paste and ghee, and they took him to the temple in the next pilgrimage, wanting to ask him whether it represented a disaster or a blessing.

The master in the temple looked down at his white and tender cheeks and said, "He has the fate of Buddha, so stay and practice." His generous palm stroked his fashionable thin fetal hair: "He is a child of the Han people, so take the A Chinese name named Kongming."

Kong Ming doesn't complain, just treat him as his own mother who abandoned him for the sake of fulfilling his Buddhist karma, and memorizing the scriptures is so exhausting that there is no time to think about such boring things.

In this way, he practiced in Zayeba Monastery for 18 years. He said that he was practicing, but Kongming felt that he was a rice bug. Eating, drinking, sleeping, turning the scriptures, worshiping Buddha, living an extremely comfortable life.

He listened to the sutras taught by his master, thinking that this is freedom, no attachments, no hindrances, and supreme freedom.

The master once traveled in the Han area and is familiar with the culture of the Han people. In the past 18 years, the only thing Kongming has learned is the language. Tibetan characters are learned from his brothers, and Chinese characters are taught by the master himself.

Watching the brothers who grew up together cultivate their supernatural powers without making a sound, he is still the same.

But no matter the old look or the new look, he is him, and the senior brother is the senior brother, they are all the same as they should be.

All the way to the enamel shop with no distractions, Kong Ming said that it was Rinpoche who wanted a porcelain vat, and the shop owner immediately took out the best white porcelain vat from behind the counter and offered it to him. back to catch up.

On the way back with the tank in hand, Kongming memorized Rinpoche's words, and he ignored people who called him on the way, which made those people wonder.

Many people called him along the way

空明

well!Kongming...

Do not speak, do not speak.

Although Kongming thinks that Rinpoche must have drunk too much, there is nothing wrong with the rule of following the instructions of the wise Rinpoche. Rinpoche has supernatural powers for several generations, even if he is drunk, he is better than him.

The number of people calling him gradually decreased along the way, Kong Ming looked down at the road, and after a long silence in his ears, there was another sound——

"Little Master."

Kong Ming's footsteps paused. It was an immature female voice. She spoke Chinese. Looking in the direction of the voice, she was a petite Han girl who looked very thin and fair, as if she would collapse when the wind blows. A piece of paper, only a pair of bright eyes and some spirit.

Kong Ming remembered Rinpoche's instructions, lowered his head and continued walking.

"The little lama holding the porcelain jar." The little girl called him again, and Kong Ming's footsteps stopped again.

The porcelain jar fell to the ground with a clatter.

Kong Ming squatted down in pain, covering his left eye and wailing in a low voice.

He has always had a hidden disease in his left eye, usually nothing wrong with it, but after three to five years, he will suddenly get sick, and the pain seems to be like the left eyeball pulling the nerves of the whole body.

The master showed him his eyes and said that it was a disease from a previous life. The origin was too deep to see what was causing the trouble. The master couldn't even see through it, let alone cure it.

Kong Ming covered his left eye and looked in the direction of the little girl. He felt that all of this probably had something to do with that little girl.

The little girl walked up to Kong Ming with her thin legs, her face was pale and indifferent, her bloodless lips revealed the opening words: "Do you know what this world is like?"

This is the opening statement she has thought about many times, and it uses a fascinating interrogative sentence, which should interest the little monk.

no response?A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, so parallel questions?

"Do you know what's going to happen in this world?"

Seeing Kong Ming's indifferent face, she was not at all curious about the question she asked, with a perplexed expression like a young girl who was angry and childish: "I heard that monks are merciful, right?"

Kongming half-squatted, covered his eyes and didn't speak, he answered like a cannonball in his heart, the world has hundreds of thousands of states, hundreds of thousands of states, and whatever state you live in, you will have that state, and everything that will happen in the world will happen at will. There is nothing new in ancient times, and karma is always with you. Although monks are compassionate, I think it is more important to be compassionate to yourself. Respect, trust and respect for yourself have already achieved half of the supreme compassion.

Kongming felt that if he answered all the answers, the little girl would be dizzy. Rinpoche told him not to talk, so he should just shut up.

The little girl waited for Kong Ming's answer, and the two of them were silent for a while. She didn't know what to do, so she could only continue to say dryly, "My name is Wu Duyin, and I need your help."

Kongming shut his mouth tightly, helping is a karmic relationship. It may be a good relationship or a bad relationship. Rinpoche must have foreseen something. If he responds to this little girl, something bad will happen, even if the sky falls. Neither can speak.

Wu Duyin was a little angry at Kong Ming's reluctance, frowned and decided to say something powerful: "Do you know what I represent?"

Immediately, she realized that the frowning was not the superior posture she should have, and her expression quickly calmed down. Kong Ming didn't answer, so she had to ask herself and answer: "Human beings."

"I represent human beings." Wu Duyin said a little guilty, but she probably had the confidence that she could go that far. Maybe if she persisted, she could really represent human beings?After all, no one knows where this road will lead in the end, she must have some confidence in herself.

Kong Ming stared at the ground with his eyes wide open.

This short and thin little girl, with half of her face hidden in a scarf indifferently in the cold morning wind, was dressed in Han clothes, and her hair was covered with a shawl sold to Han worshipers.

Say

"I represent humanity."

Rinpoche's instructions were right, he unexpectedly met a lunatic from Handi when he went out today.

Wu Duyin looked at Kongming still with his head down, and looked at the side face still did not show a look of shock or disbelief, on the contrary, his eyes widened inexplicably. Wu Duyin thought about it, and had to find a good starting point. Let's talk about some topics related to Kongming first: "Then do you want to know what's in your eyes?"

"It's a mirror, a fragment of a demon mirror, the fate you brought to this life from your previous life."

Wu Duyin twirled a tactic with one hand, and in just a moment, Kong Ming's left eye suddenly stopped hurting.

After showing this trick, Wu Duyin did not believe that the little lama would still treat her with the same attitude as before: "Believe it or not, I am the only person in this world who knows about mirrors, and I am the only one who can find mirrors. Mirrors are very important. Since It's on you, so you have to hide with me."

As for why the mirror is important, Wu Duyin doesn't even know herself. Not long after she woke up from the hospital bed, a strong feeling drove her to travel all the way. She only knew what she had to do, but in the end What it is is only known by her doing it.

It seems that he is not a lunatic, but he is afraid that he is an evil way that cannot be provoked. Kong Ming stood up calmly, clasped his hands together and saluted Wu Duyin, walked away very calmly without making a sound, and walked more than ten steps. Stretch your legs and run wildly.

Back at the monastery, Kongming told Rinpoche about the evil way he encountered on the road in fear.

Rinpoche patted the top of his head, with compassion in his eyes: "Kongming, don't be afraid, she is not evil, she came with you, you go to the gate of the temple to meet her, no matter what, talk to her well .”

Kong Ming immediately shook his head: "I don't want it, she is a person with supernatural powers."

Rinpoche's eyes were a little dim: "Although I can't see the cause and effect of your previous life, since she came to you, it's better to avoid it than to welcome her, but you don't have to take her words too seriously, your left eye has neither evil nor ghost aura, You are no different from ordinary people, so it is not caused by monsters, besides, you are a disciple of Buddhism, as long as you stay calm, the outside monsters will not be able to do anything to you."

Since Rinpoche said that the other party is not evil, and ordered him to meet her, Kong Ming thought about it, after all, the other party is just a little girl, so it should be okay to meet her outside the temple, goodbye Rinpoche , walked towards the outside of the temple, and walked past the red wall of Zayeba Temple. Outside the temple was an empty abyss. ...sounded, and then rolled towards Kong Ming with a slight friction sound.

Kongming suddenly heard someone calling.

King Ming...

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