Master Luo Cao

The aunt asked: "Why did you come here to ask for a lottery? Where is your home? Is there no temple here?"

The scholar said: "Xiaosheng lives in Jiangcheng, and he came here on purpose after hearing that Yunjian Temple, the state capital, has efficacious effects."

"Then you are right!" The aunt proudly said: "In our big Jiangbei Prefecture, the Bodhisattva in Yunjian Temple is the most effective! My man had some problems some time ago, so I came here to burn incense and worship Buddha. I have never been back. In a few days, my man’s problems will be cured by himself, which is much more effective than seeing a doctor and taking medicine! But Jiangcheng is far away from here, and at your young age, your family is willing to let you go far away alone?”

When the scholar heard this, his face showed sadness, and he said softly: "My father and mother both died of serious illnesses, and I don't have any brothers or sisters. I just live alone in the world."

"Hey," the aunt looked at the scholar sympathetically and said, "The deceased is dead, so don't be too sad, go in and burn three sticks of incense and pay homage to the Bodhisattva, and also ask your parents to be reborn in peace."

"Yes." The scholar replied in a low voice, and the two of them said something else, but Kou Luoche didn't listen any more. There was another old man queuing up behind them. Do you live near here too?"

"Yes," the old man nodded, "what's the matter, young man?"

Kou Luoche said: "We came to Yunjian Temple from other places to worship Buddha and ask for lottery. We thought we came early enough, but we didn't expect that there are still so many people. Is Yunjian Temple like this every day?"

The old man said: "Isn't it? Our Yunjian Temple is famous. I don't know how many people like you have come all the way from other places just to ask for a lottery. It is said that the sooner you ask for a lottery, the more effective it is, so That’s why so many people line up early.”

Fu Yunshu said with a smile: "There is such a saying? Wouldn't those opportunistic people come to line up early in the morning, and then sell their seats at a high price to those who sincerely ask for a lottery?"

"Some people have indeed thought of your way of making money, so for a while, the lottery of Yunjian Temple was hard to find, but later the news reached the ears of the abbot, and he treated those who made ill-gotten gains Some people said that whoever dares to do this again, he will pray in front of the Buddha and ask the Buddha to punish them, and as a result, no one dares to do this again." The old man said.

Kou Luoche said suspiciously: "The person who would do such a thing actually gave up such a good opportunity to make money because of the abbot's words?"

"If it were someone else, they would not be so obedient, but the abbot of Yunjian Temple is an eminent monk, and there is no one here who disrespects him." The old man showed reverence, and said: "Back in Shanghai When floods broke out, many victims flooded into Jiangbei Mansion, and were blocked from entering the city gate. The abbot brought the monks in the temple to help the victims with porridge, and said that they could not take in all of them, but in the disaster Orphans who have lost their parents can be sent to the temple to be raised by them. Whether they will become monks or become monks in the future depends entirely on their own will.”

Fu Yunshu said: "In the year of the Huzhou flood, I heard that there were tens of thousands of victims, and there must have been many orphans who lost their parents."

The old man nodded and said, "It's quite a lot."

Fu Yunshu said: "So many orphans, Yunjian Temple actually adopted them?"

The old man said: "It was adopted for a period of time. At that time, those of us who lived nearby could hear the children crying every day, but those dolls are pitiful, and the big ones understand."

Kou Luoche asked: "The Huzhou flood happened four or five years ago, and those children are still raised in the temple?"

"Where can they be raised here?" the old man said, "I heard that the abbot took great pains to find good homes for each of them, and sent them all out for adoption."

Kou Luoche laughed dryly, "It sounds like the abbot is really a good person."

"That's not true!" The old man lowered his voice and said, "We all think that the abbot is really a living Bodhisattva! It's a pity that he has grown old in recent years and doesn't show up often. If you are not very lucky, you may not be able to see him. "

"If we're very lucky, we don't need to come here." Kou Luoche said, "Thank you for your clarification, the gate of the temple is open."

As soon as the gate of Yunjian Temple was opened, the people who had been guarding the gate early in the morning rushed in excitedly, rushing to the Daxiong Hall, all fighting for the first lottery.Pushed by the crowd, Kou Luoqiao and Fu Yunshu walked forward involuntarily. Fu Yunshu grabbed Kou Luoqiao's sleeve in a panic and asked, "Brother Kou, where are we going next?"

"Let's walk casually first..." Kou Luoche's eyes fell on the scholar again while he was speaking, and after staring at him for a long time, he suddenly said to Fu Yunshu: "Brother Fu, you go to the Daxiong Palace to ask for a lottery, I..."

Fu Yunshu looked unfriendly, "Where are you going?"

Kou Luoche said: "I... I will walk around casually." Seeing that the scholar's figure was gradually submerged in the crowd, he didn't say much, just let go of Fu Yunshu's hand, and said in a hurry: "After begging, sign Wait for me in front of the hall, and I will find you." Then he walked towards the scholar.

The little county magistrate stood there angrily and stared at him for a while, then kicked the ground bitterly, and headed towards the Daxiong Palace.

The scholar did not follow the crowd, but walked through a small path between the two main halls and went to the back of the temple.Kou Luoche was born as a bandit, and he learned the skill of tracking people with one hand. He followed the scholar far away, and no one noticed him all the way. Following him, he came to the vicinity of the monk's dormitory. There is another house here, the door is It was open, and there was a monk kneeling inside, knocking on the wooden fish while reciting scriptures.

The scholar walked to the door of that room, not daring to enter without permission, just stood outside the door, and shouted timidly, "This master..."

After the sound of the wooden fish, the monk turned his head, and Kou Luoche quickly flew up the tree, hiding himself among the lush branches and leaves, and quietly looked towards the other side.The monk looked quite young, about five or sixty years old, but he had a kind smile and kind eyes, which made people feel kind. He stood up, crossed the threshold, walked up to the scholar, and bowed. Said: "Amitabha, is the almsgiver calling the poor monk?"

"Yes," the scholar stammered, "Xiaosheng... Xiaosheng has something unclear, and I hope the master can enlighten me..."

The old monk smiled kindly and said: "There is a lottery releaser in front of the temple, why did the donor come here on purpose?"

The scholar hurriedly said: "My confusion, only you, the abbot, can solve it!"

Abbot?Kou Luoche at the corner raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The old monk smiled and said: "How did the benefactor know that the poor monk is the abbot?"

"It was a kind pilgrim who told me that the abbot would chant scriptures every morning in the Buddhist hall in the backyard, so I... I came here to find it tentatively." The scholar said.

"It's a pity that even if the poor monk is the abbot of a temple, he is just a mortal body. The bewilderment of the benefactor must be answered by himself after all." The old monk shook his head guiltily, and was about to turn back to the Buddhist hall when the scholar immediately His complexion changed, he saw that there was no one around, he gritted his teeth, fell to his knees with a "plop", then hugged the old monk's thigh, crying, "Master, please save this disciple!"

The old monk stopped helplessly and said, "Benefactor, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

The scholar said: "If the master refuses to save the disciple, I will never be able to kneel down!"

Not only Kou Luoche was shocked by his thick skin, but the old monk was also quite surprised, and he was silent for a long time before saying: "The benefactor wants the poor monk to help you?"

When the scholar heard that there was something interesting, his face showed joy, and he said: "The disciple is willing to worship under the master, and follow the master to clean up the three months!"

The old monk asked lightly: "If the benefactor wants to be a lay disciple of Buddhism, he does not have to join my sect. The poor monk has not accepted an apprentice for several years. If the benefactor is willing, the poor monk can introduce you to some of my juniors. How many of them are there?" None under me."

"The disciple only wishes to worship under the master!" the scholar hurriedly said.

The old monk asked, "Why?"

"Because...because..." the scholar stammered, "because this disciple has admired the master for a long time, so..."

The old monk said: "If the benefactor is unwilling to tell the truth, the poor monk will not force it."

The scholar gritted his teeth, and said bravely, "This disciple will go to Beijing to take the exam next year, so I came to Yunjian Temple to ask for a lottery and fortune-telling. But I heard from the female pilgrim that there were three people who stayed with the master for several days. Three Tripod Armor, so...so this disciple also wants to give it a try."

"Is there such a thing?" The old monk frowned and thought about it for a while, and then quietly said: "It seems that there is indeed such a thing. Those three people seem to be very important people now."

"Exactly!" the scholar said: "Tanhua back then is now the prime minister of the dynasty, Fu Zheng, and the second place is Jin Yunlong, the magistrate of Jiangbei Prefecture, and the number one scholar... the number one scholar..." For some reason, the scholar He lowered his head, trembling and didn't continue talking.

The old monk said: "His name is Lu Feng."

The howling wind passed over the treetops, causing a burst of branches and leaves to shake.

"Master!" The scholar nervously grabbed the hem of the old monk's monk's robe, and hurriedly shook his head, "You haven't been in the world for a long time, so you may not know, but this person's name cannot be mentioned!"

The old monk pondered for a long time, and said: "The three of them went to high school because of their own ability. Not everyone who has practiced under the poor monk's school can go to high school."

"I understand," the scholar said earnestly, "but I have to give it a try, and I beg for the master's mercy!"

The old monk said: "Are you really willing to practice with me?"

The scholar said loudly and authentically: "The disciple can't ask for it!"

"Forget it, although you have others to help you, since you and I can meet each other, it is fate," the old monk said, "Come here again after dark tonight."

The scholar's voice trembled with joy, and he bowed deeply, "Thank you, master!"

After listening to the corner, Kou Luoche followed the scholar back to the front hall.

Perhaps because he felt that he was in high school, the scholar was so excited that his face was flushed and his steps were light. Kou Luoche could hardly help jumping up when he saw him, and thought it was funny, the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a mocking smile. He turned his head and looked towards the Daxiong Palace. People came and went, but they didn't see anyone waiting in front of the hall, and suddenly there was a "thump" in their hearts.

A hand suddenly covered Kou Luoche's eyes from behind, and a vicious voice came, saying, "Have you seen enough?"