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The journey back to Majia Village went smoothly. The arrival of this little monk still caused quite a stir, especially the little carrot heads. They all circled around Wuchen in surprise. Even Wangcai and Lulu were lying aside curiously from time to time. Take a look.

He may have been accustomed to these things for a long time. His voice was clear and ethereal, like a breeze blowing through people's hearts. Wearing the only piece of gold silk cassock that is still new and old, his face is full of smiles, and his eyes under the curved eyebrows reveal a hint of wisdom.

The little monk Wuchen smiled brightly when he saw someone, showed his little tiger teeth, and respectfully made the Buddha's mudra:

"Amitabha!"

"The young monk is coming to Lingyin Temple."

"The little monk's name is Wuchen!"

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Although the young monk Wuchen is a young monk of Lingyin Temple, he was said to have wisdom by the old abbot of the temple at a very young age and was accepted as his direct disciple. Of course, his seniority is also scary. Except for a few old monks and uncles who are dedicated to studying Buddhism, Most of the other temple stewards are his senior brothers, and there is actually his senior nephew. The usually aloof and enlightened monks have to shout respectfully when they see him: "Uncle!"

Wuchen had lived a simple and fulfilling life in the temple since he was a child. Occasionally, he would have a childish mentality, be naughty and mischievous, and would be punished by the older monks who would rub his bare head and give it to the abbot.

When I was a little older, I would get up early every morning like other novice monks to clean the temple, then attend morning classes, chant sutras and recite Buddha's name, have breakfast, and practice martial arts with the monks for an hour. For the rest of the morning, he usually sits in the meditation hall, meditating, and cultivating his mind. After lunch, he would help the old monks in the temple with some chores, such as receiving visiting pilgrims or sorting out and copying some scriptures. In the afternoon, he would walk around the temple. In the spring, he would go for a walk in the back mountains to enjoy the beauty of the blooming flowers. In the summer, he might sneak away to take off his clothes and take a nice bath in a stream in an uninhabited mountain stream. In the autumn, he would take a nice bath in the mountains and forests. During this time, you can pick bright red wild persimmons, or pick up some chestnuts to cook and eat. In the winter, I would go to the back mountain to make snowmen with my feet. There were so many bald little people lined up together. I was so stupid that I didn’t even care that my fingers were red from the cold. I just felt the beauty of nature in the slowly passing spring, summer, autumn and winter. secret.

Don't underestimate the little monk Wuchen, but his understanding of Buddhism is very popular. Even the abbot said that this child has wisdom.

During this trip down the mountain from Lingyin Temple, he always faced all difficulties and challenges with a peaceful mind, and used wisdom and compassion to resolve disputes and pain among people. He will also explain Buddhist scriptures to believers in some villages, patiently listen to others' troubles and confusions, and provide them with comfort and guidance. Through his wise and kind words and deeds, everyone who heard him preach the Dharma was full of respect and trust in him.

These carrot heads also thought it was fun, and they all imitated the little monk Wuchen and replied: "Amitabha!"

Aunt Zhao, who was not passing by, saw this scene, rolled up her sleeves, took three steps in succession, and then twisted her ears. This group of little carrots all screamed: "Auntie, It hurts!"

"Amitabha, the master is indeed right. The female donors at the foot of the mountain are indeed tigers. One person can suppress so many little donors."

The young monk Wuchen was so frightened by this brutal scene that he closed his eyes and silently recited, "Amitabha!"

As soon as this little episode was over, everyone arrived at Yilifuren Bookstore. When Jiang Shengun saw a little monk inside, he turned away angrily and walked away. Only then did Musk remember that this old man treated the monk very well. Biased, this is a bit of a miscalculation. But I brought them all, and I also wanted to get some free monk soldiers from these monks.

Then go past the editor-in-chief Jiang Daya and go directly to the general manager Zhao Liu. Finding writers is the easiest. The team of creative writers in the Book Club has grown from a dozen people at the beginning to more than fifty people. , by dispatching five people, we can complete this significant task.

The boss ordered things to be done very efficiently, and soon five people came to the conference room. Of course, those little carrots were also curious and sat on the back seats to listen. Anyway, this was not the first time. As long as these little carrots The guys didn't interfere with their work and no one kicked them out. Besides, who doesn't like hearing stories told? They all sat there upright, waiting to hear new stories.

As the boss who also wrote the outline questions, Musk didn’t have so many polite words to say. His motto was to be pragmatic and truth-seeking. In fact, he just quickly threw the pot away and let these five people slowly fill in the holes. He got up and came to In front of the wooden door panel, I picked up a piece of charcoal and wrote five words "Legend of Shaolin Temple" in the center.

"Our next new picture book is this. This story takes place in Daqian Country. It was once a prosperous country. However, in recent years, successive years of drought have made the land devastated. The crops on the fields have withered and turned yellow. , the dry and cracked land seems to be telling endless sorrow. Those once green rice fields and wheat fields have now turned into pieces of barren land, and the golden rice fields and heavy wheat ears can no longer be seen.

In this way, those aristocratic families, landlords and gentry are still living a life of fine clothing and fine food. Their granaries were filled with food, but the hungry people could only look at the food helplessly, and their hearts were filled with endless sorrow and indignation. They didn't understand why the food couldn't be distributed to the hungry people to help them survive this difficult time.

The people of Daqian Kingdom were suffering from hunger. Many people were emaciated because they had not had enough to eat for a long time. Their faces were full of despair. The children were sick due to malnutrition, and the cries kept coming and going, which was heartbreaking. Those once hard-working people can now only lie on the cracked land, hoping for a rain from God, even if it is a small one, just to survive.

What's even more sad is that the locust plague is coming. The migratory locusts that cover the sky and the sun have eaten up all the vegetation that can be seen.

In this era when the people are in dire straits, the ruling class of Daqian Country turns a blind eye to this, and maybe they don’t know it either. They only care about their own enjoyment and have no concern for the suffering of the people. Those aristocratic families, landowners and gentry took the opportunity to make money, selling the food in their hands to those in urgent need at high prices, and exchanging their fields at low prices, making them even more dire.

The people of Daqian Kingdom began to lose confidence in this country. They no longer believed that those rulers would bring them happiness. And those aristocratic families, landowners and gentry are exploiting these poor people more and more unscrupulously, making their lives fall into an even more difficult situation.

The disaster is getting worse and worse, and some people are starting to flee. Those who fled early may still have grass roots and tree bark to eat. Those who fled a little later can only eat dirt or cannibalism. Some people sell their sons and daughters for a bite to eat, and sell out. He bought everything he could sell, and eventually starved to death on the way to escape, having his flesh eaten by wolves and his bones gnawed by wild dogs.

The problem of food shortages became more and more serious, and the social order of Daqian Country began to become unstable. Neighbors who once lived in harmony now quarrel over food. Some people even resorted to burning, killing and looting in order to survive, and the whole country began to fall into chaos.

Ordinary people who could no longer survive rose up in various places. They led people into the manors of the local tyrants and evil gentry, opened the piled and full granaries, and distributed them to the hungry people.

More and more people who can't survive began to respond. As long as they take care of a meal, they will sell their lives to you. They have no regard for etiquette, integrity, loyalty and law. The whole society has begun to become disordered. The uprising team even broke through the imperial city, which also affected people with Shaolin Temple, a world without disputes.

Then the old abbot looked at the heroes in the world, selected a leader of the rebel army, and ordered the monks to go down the mountain to assist the leader and use force to put an end to this human tragedy.

Finally, after several battles, the turbulent era ended.

This leader was also supported by various rebel armies as the emperor of the new dynasty, where he rectified the administration of officials and allocated food and disaster relief.

But the severe drought is still there. A knowledgeable old man said: The droughts in successive years are caused by the Drought Demon. The emperor ordered people to dig around in places with severe droughts. Finally, the Drought Demon was dug out in a low loess mountain. In order to eliminate this Drought Demon, the emperor mobilized Tens of thousands of elite soldiers were recruited to surround and kill them. After three days and three nights of sleepless siege, I was still unable to kill it. As long as this zombie sucks human blood, it can replenish its energy and speed up the healing of its injuries.

Fortunately, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple also heard about this and led the Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men to help out. The eminent monks suppressed it with their merits, and then were trapped and killed by the Eighteen Bronze Men. In the end, the drought demon was trapped alive in the formation. .

In order to completely eliminate this drought demon, the old abbot sat down on the drought demon and passed away. At the moment when the old abbot passed away, the world changed, and the long-lost rain began to fall. The heavy rain fell continuously for two days, and the drought was finally resolved. Well, after this disaster, ten houses and nine were empty, the land was vast and sparsely populated, and a large number of fields were left to be cultivated. The surviving people lived a stable and good life from then on.

Musk finished roughly speaking the outline of this storybook, poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it.

This story, which may be said to be long or short, made everyone present have different expressions.

The little monk Wuchen often asked the old monks in the temple for advice on the mysteries of Buddhism. Never before did he hear a general story that touched his heart. At this time, the young monk Wuchen saw the desolate mountain village. There were cracked earth and dry and dead trees everywhere. In some places, white human bones were scattered.

Close your eyes and recite silently: "Amitabha!"

This touching picture deeply touched his heart. He knew that the path of spiritual practice was not easy, but he firmly believed that as long as he persevered, he would be able to gain inner peace and liberation. I used to think that I always maintained a pious heart and was full of awe and gratitude for Buddhism. As long as he practices diligently, he can become a true Bodhisattva, and he can save all sentient beings and save suffering. At this moment, he realized that he seemed to be going in the wrong direction.

Suddenly the little monk Wuchen's eyes opened, and there were countless ~卍卍卍~ swirling in his eyes.

Although young monk Wuchen is now just over ten years old, he is practicing Buddhism. His name is taken from "Wuchen", which means that his mind is like a bright mirror and will not be stained by worldly things. .

His practice path may have been on the wrong path before, but now he had a sudden enlightenment. As the boundless swastika seals of Buddhism disappeared, his eyes became deep and quiet, as if he could see through the emptiness of everything. Suddenly, his brows frowned slightly, as if something was being pulled out from the depths of his soul.

Everyone in the conference room was surprised when they saw a faint golden light starting to emit from around the little monk's body. This golden light was like the morning sun, warm and bright.

As the change in the mentality of the little monk Wuchen was also a process of enlightenment, the sky above Majia Village began to change. The originally sunny sky suddenly became overcast with clouds, as if a heavy rain was about to fall. However, seven-colored lights appeared in the dark clouds. They were as brilliant as a rainbow and made people's eyes bright.

Then, seven-colored auspicious clouds appeared in the sky. Their colors were different, red, yellow, blue, green, cyan, indigo, and purple. Each auspicious cloud exuded a peaceful atmosphere.

These colorful auspicious clouds began to surge and gathered over Jinniuling. From these gathered auspicious clouds, various golden bodies of Arhats emerged. They have different images, some have kind smiles on their faces, some have solemn expressions, some hold magic weapons, and some have lotus flowers on their feet. Their figures flicker in the sky, as if they are the incarnations of Buddha.

The appearance of these golden Arhats filled the entire Jinniu Ridge with a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. Their eyes were all focused on the direction of Jinniuling. Through the stone wall, they could vaguely see what was going on inside.

The body of the little monk Wuchen was still surrounded by golden light, and his eyes also lost the faint golden light, making them appear deeper.

Among the phantoms of Arhats in the sky, an Arhat riding on an eye-catching white tiger stretched his body, patted the tiger's back with his hand, and the tiger carried him directly towards Jinniuling.

In a matter of seconds, he passed through the mountain in a few breaths, crashed into the little monk Wuchen and disappeared without a trace.

The vision in the sky also began to dissipate, and the colorful auspicious clouds turned into little drops of nectar and sprinkled on Majia Village.

The little monk Wuchen closed his eyes quietly, as if he had transcended the shackles of the world and entered a new realm. His mind has become one with heaven and earth, and he has become a true Zen master.

All these visions are due to the success of little monk Wuchen in enlightening Zen. His enlightenment not only improved himself, but also brought great benefits to the entire Majia Village.

Especially the hundreds of wolves, nourished by the nectar turned into colorful auspicious clouds, look the same, but in fact they have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Are we done with you bald donkeys? I'm a bad old man and I'm worthy of you using the reincarnated tiger-crouching arhat to deal with me?" Jiang, the magic stick, sat on the stone bench outside Yilifuren Bookstore, cursing and pointing at the sky. raised a middle finger.