Fengtian past events

greed for one thought

I will never trust my second uncle again!

I was sitting at the gate of the temple, twirling the kite line angrily—the second uncle said that he would fly the kite with me again another day, and it has been a week, and he hasn't come yet.I am alone, the kite does not fly!

I went to complain to my grandma, but my grandma knelt in front of the Buddha statue, and when she saw me come in, she made a gesture and refused to let me speak.I had to run to the front yard, where Fatty was basking in the sun.

I threw the kite to the ground and said loudly: "I don't like my second uncle anymore!"

Fatty stood up and picked up the kite again; if I threw it again, it would pick it up again.

Then I sat on the ground, strangled the fat front paws, whimpered and cried that it was wet with hair.

One week, I didn't wait for my second uncle; one month, I still didn't wait for my second uncle; one year, I didn't wait anymore.

I recite scriptures with my senior brothers every day, and I doze off when they read. After I doze off, the senior brother will teach me how to read, and the second senior brother will teach me to memorize. Many people call me "Little Uncle Dele". They will all leave me a copy.

The morning bells and evening drums lead a peaceful and simple life.At the age of five, I was put into the cafeteria to cook meals for my brothers and nephews at noon. I was just a little taller than the rice bucket, and I couldn’t lift it, so I dragged it on the ground. Several buckets were broken; Me, but the master refused to let me, and said I was lazy, and fined me to clean the backyard for two days.

It's autumn, and the golden fallen leaves in the backyard are endless, and they can't be cleaned at all; fat and fat will only add to the mess. It wants to hug the leaves with me, but every time it tramples away the piles of debris that I have worked so hard to pile up.

I pushed it away angrily, and broke into the master's room with the broom wheel. The master was meditating. I climbed onto the kang to shake him, and shouted, "Master, how long will I be sweeping! I don't want to sweep anymore!"

The master didn't open his eyes, but instead said: "Clean up the fallen leaves, and there is no need to sweep."

"But today I finished sweeping, and tomorrow it will fall!"

"Then have you finished sweeping today?"

I ran away in a hurry and cleaned up today's fallen leaves carefully. On the second day, Master did not mention any punishment.

When I was six years old, my master took me to listen to his Dharma lectures for the first time. He told the story of "Xumizuo", saying that in the past, many believers like us went to the west to listen to the Buddha's Dharma lectures. They got into a quarrel, and the Buddha gave them his Sumeru seat. The Sumeru seat rose higher and higher, and finally they couldn't see the Buddha in the sky!

I am a small person, sitting in the front row, laughing, all the brothers and nephews looked at me.

Master asked, "Dele, why are you laughing?"

I couldn't breathe from laughing: "These people are so stupid, how can they just sit on the seat of the Buddha! They are students, they don't listen carefully, but care about their seats. The reason why a saint is holy, and why a fool is stupid Is it all because of this?"

Master said: "Then you interrupted the teacher's speech, is it right?"

I said, "I want to ask a question, Master."

"what do you wish to ask?"

"Does the Buddha know that Sumizuo will become taller?"

"Sumina mustard seed, mustard seed Nasumer, if you can hold the seat of Sumeru, why not be short and tall?"

"No, Master, what you said is wrong; the Buddha knew that the Sumeru Seat would become taller, but he still let the believers sit on it. He is taking revenge!"

The master said: "Buddhas are merciful, and the Sumeru seat is just a symbol of mundane things that confuse people's desires. You will understand when you are older."

That night, I was punished to add incense oil, because I interrupted the master's speech; adding incense oil required a vigil, but I liked this punishment very much, because there was a statue of Bodhisattva next to the incense oil lamp, and in front of the statue of Bodhisattva was the offering of pilgrims, and I could steal it at will eat.

Someone actually offered steamed stuffed buns today, it must be a big landlord nearby; he offered four, I took two away, took two bites to get the stuffing, and then I was stunned, my mouth was full of steamed stuffed buns and I didn’t know what to spit out or swallow.

If you spit it out, it's a waste of food, Master doesn't allow it; but if you don't spit it up, there are leeks and eggs in the bun, and there seems to be meat oil in it.

I bulged my cheeks, and jumped like a frog to find Master, leaving me fat to look at the sesame oil.Master hadn't gone to bed yet, and was reading scriptures. I walked up to him, showed him the steamed stuffed bun in my hand, and said vaguely, "Master, what should I do, what should I do, I'm eating meat!"

Master looked at the steamed stuffed bun and asked me, "Is it an offering?"

I nodded, tears rolling down my eyes in anxiety, but the master was not in a hurry, his eyes fell on my face, and asked: "Is it delicious?"

I was taken aback.

"Is it tasty?"

My mouth overflowed with saliva, and I muttered: "It's delicious."

The master withdrew his gaze, continued to flip through the scriptures, and said casually, "It's delicious."

I chewed it twice, couldn't hold it anymore, and swallowed it into my stomach: "Master, why do you tell me to eat meat, can't I eat it?"

Master asked back, "Is that meat?"

I was stunned again: "No...isn't it?"

"Is that meat?"

"Chives are meat, eggs are fishy, ​​we can't eat them."

"Is that meat?"

I held the bun and thought for a while: "...No."

"Why not?"

I said: "The offerings are from the heart. Although they are meaty, they are served as vegetarian steamed buns, so they are not considered meaty. They probably don't know that we can't eat leeks and eggs. They think these are good things. It is a sincere and good intention to give to the Bodhisattva."

Master laughed and touched my bald head: "It's delicious."

I ate two meat buns, but because I ate them secretly, I was fined to wash vegetables in the back kitchen the next day.

Time passed by, every day was so long, so long that I didn't realize that I had grown up.In winter when I was seven years old, my grandmother passed away in the layman's room in the monastery. She passed away peacefully, so she passed away peacefully.

Master gave her a salvation. At this time, the situation was the most chaotic, and I was very sensible and didn't cry.There was a gunshot outside the temple, Fatty was a little excited, scratching the temple gate to go out, I have never seen it like this.

But I can't open the door. The Buddhist school is in troubled times, so we must remain neutral.

The first snow in four or eight years fell in the sky, and I dug out the dusty kite, which was no longer as big as I remembered; the winter wind was like a blade, and the eagle took the wind and flew straight into the sky.

In the evening, I recited scriptures to my grandma in the main hall; Master stood behind me for a long time, until I finished reciting, and then pushed the food box to me.

I haven't eaten all day, and I'm really hungry.Opening the food box, without looking at what it was, I stuffed it into my mouth hungrily; until I choked, I poured a bucket of water before it slipped down my throat.

I held the bowl, knelt down on the ground, raised my head and asked Master, "Master, should I not cry?"

The master said: "All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

I wiped my eyes and said, "But Master, why should I see Tathagata? I want to see grandma."

The master said: "All life and death in the world depend on the Tathagata, and all dharmas are inseparable from the True Tathagata."

I shook my head and said, "Master, I can recite what you said, but I don't understand; I'm still sad."

The master sighed, took the futon, sat cross-legged in front of me, and said: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles. They are like dew and electricity, so you should contemplate them in this way. Buddhists should be empty of all four elements and have no desires or desires; Grandma's fate is exhausted, so let her die."

"You said that to learn Buddhism, one should have no desires or desires, so why do we learn Buddhism?"

The master smiled: "What did you say it was for?"

I replied: "The elder brother said that when we study Buddhism, of course we want to become a Buddha; the second elder brother said that if we fail to become a Buddha, we want to be reborn. If this is the case, how can we achieve no desires and no desires?"

Master looked at me lovingly, and said, "You are born with the root of wisdom, and your understanding is very high. Yes, Buddhists are the most greedy. They want to be reborn and become a Buddha. When we have the greatest greed, we have to get rid of other distracting thoughts, including desire."

I don't think I have a high level of comprehension. I still don't understand Master's lectures, but my status in Ci'en Temple is obviously higher. If I am punished, Master will tell me to copy scriptures instead of washing vegetables.

When I was eight years old, New China was established, and the leaders came into contact with Buddhism; the leaders believed in communism, which is materialism, while we are an idealistic sect; but this is far away from me, and I am a child who has not yet been ordained. Monk.

Fatty and I are repeating our daily life day after day, and I don't have a big vision to foresee.I was born to live this kind of life, and I would not live it another way.

At the age of 21, I took the precepts, leaving a scar on the top of my head that is as round as my master's. The precepts hurt, but no matter how painful it is, it will pass.Occasionally when I go out to do shopping, the elder girl will blush when she sees me, and she will be disappointed when she sees my monk robe.

I was probably born pretty, so what, I'm a monk.

This day ended evening class, and I went back to my room; because I was an uncle, and although I was young, I had a high status, so I was always alone; I just closed the door, but found a little girl in a red dress sitting by the table, blinking. Looking at me with squinting eyes, the expression is extremely innocent, if you ignore the snack residue left at the corner of the mouth.

This little girl has an immature face, and her body is full of smoke and fire. It is reasonable to say that she is twelve or fifteen, and fourteen or five is not bad, but she is a girl after all. She appeared in the room of a monk like me late at night, and even with eight mouths she couldn't tell.

So I opened the door, a few steps away from her, put my palms together and said, "Amitabha, this female benefactor came to visit late at night, I don't know what's the matter?"

Her nimble eyes circled around me, floating up and down, but she didn't speak; instead, she pounced on me happily, shaking her head and tail at her.

I bowed all the time, and when her eyes drifted enough, I straightened up: "Dare to ask the benefactor to visit late at night, why?"

The little girl's voice was crisp and fresh, and if she took a bite, it would be like a plump and juicy big white pear: "Who are you, why do you call me a benefactor? I'm not called a benefactor."

I said: "The poor monk is happy with his Dharma name."

The little girl's eyes were curved, like two bright crescents, she grinned, her little canine teeth were white, she was extremely cute: "Ah, my name is An Le, and your name is De Le. We both have the word 'Le'."

"It's getting late, it's time for the benefactor to go home."

"I just sneaked out to play, so I don't want to go home; moreover, I followed the lead, you are probably the brother my master said?"

"The benefactor is careful, the poor monk is very inconvenient, I hope the benefactor will forgive me, and please leave quickly."

The little girl said to me, "Your eyes and nose are so similar to mine, it's so nice."

I said helplessly: "The benefactor..."

"Okay, okay," said the little girl, "stay with you, the master will definitely find it, and I'll go now-the round things on your table are delicious, do you have any more, I think Take a few with you."

Those are red bean paste cakes made in the kitchen in the morning. I love sweets. If there are desserts left in the kitchen, they will be brought to my room.

I had no choice but to say, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there are any, I'll make some for you."

The little girl swayed her legs, sat happily in the room and waited. After entering the kitchen, I realized that she was just a strange girl, why would I accommodate her so willingly?

I packed five of them for her, and filled her with a pot of water, and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke, just eat with water."

Holding it in her arms, she immediately pulled out one, took a bite, and said, "The water here is not good. I brought some water from my house. I'll share it with you."

She took out a simple and elegant thin bottle from her waist and poured me a cup. The water was blue and faint. I was a little curious: "This is the water from your house, why is it green in color?"

"I have been drinking green since I was a child, but yours is transparent, how strange!"

I worried: "You poured so much for me, what should I do if I don't have enough to drink?"

"It won't be enough," she shook the bottle, "There's still a lot in it." She bit the bean paste cake, pinned the bottle back to her waist, and waved to me, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

The author has something to say: Don’t worry, this episode is very warm~ The next chapter will have HE~hehe

☆、Anxi Fanwai·Learning Buddhism is only for one thought

What a strange little girl, she is so clear, like a touch of moonlight.

I thought that side was just an accident like moonlight, but a month later, she appeared in my room again, but there was no innocent smile on her face, and the dazzling red dress on her body was gone, replaced by Outside women wear the same army green top and gray trousers.

When she saw me, she was unhappy and said, "Everyone here is the same. I was dressed in red. They thought I was a newlywed who ran away from marriage, and they wanted to arrest me. People here still can't eat. I changed clothes with a girl with bean paste cakes, and she ate so anxiously that she would have choked to death if I hadn't been watching."

This time I didn't chase her away, but sat opposite her, and said, "There is a famine now, and we in the Northeast are doing well. If you catch a fish or hunt, you won't starve to death."

"I didn't expect it to be like this here," her clear eyes were stained with melancholy, "it's not at all what I thought."

I hesitated: "...let's go home."

She might not be human, she was born so beautiful, maybe she is a little flower demon?Otherwise, why do you have an inexperienced agility?

She drooped her crow-feather eyelashes and nodded slightly.

Before I left, I wrapped the sugar shortbread on the table for her; she took it, then lowered her head and flipped through her small cloth bag, and took out a smooth jade pendant with a vividly painted dragon on it.

She handed it to me and said: "You take it, this should be yours, half of you, half of me; if you have a big problem, I will get hot here, and I will come to help you."

She is really a little monster!

I accepted her jade pendant, and she really didn't appear in my room again.

After the famine, the people recuperated and recuperated; just after recovering their vitality, a catastrophe that lasted ten years fell on the head of the Buddha in a devastating manner.

Everyone in the temple was in danger for a while. In the first few years, as a large temple, Ci'en Temple was beaten and smashed many times, and monks were sometimes injured; Young people with red armbands smashed, smashed, looted and burned; in 1974, at this time, I was already a truly mature man. In order to protect the largest and oldest Buddha statue in the temple, my master and I, regardless of sticks, exchanged our bodies .

They piled firewood all around us and started a huge fire.

I was so choked that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and suddenly Master slapped me out, and his voice was instantly as vigorous and old as a fallen old tree: "Dele, run—you run—"

I was covered in mud, like a headless fly, and together with Fatty, I plunged into the forest.

To be happy, to be happy, the Buddhists say, get away from suffering and get happiness. I have always been in pleasure, and I don’t know suffering, so I have never been free from suffering.If you have never been free from suffering, how can you gain happiness?

I was thinking vaguely, wandering in the mountains and forests; I was lost, and my mouth was dry, but fortunately there was a small stream in the mountains, I drank a couple of sips, washed my face again, looked up, and there was a touch of water in the distance. Red ran towards me.

The little monster changed back into red clothes, under the cover of the green forest, she looked like a swaying crabapple flower, and she ran for two steps as if she was dancing. I wiped my face with my sleeves, got up and called her: "Why—"

She shook the jade pendant and said with a smile: "Of course this told me, but I sneaked out to find you."

I held her forehead and looked her up and down: she hadn't changed at all, she still had that immature face, I was already 33, but she was still twelve or three.If she is taken out, people will probably think she is my daughter.

She circled around me, and said charmingly: "Okay, so I grow up to look like this, so good-looking, people see and think about it, what should I do!"

I said dumbfoundingly: "Yes, little monster, I am also curious, why do you look so similar to me?"

"You are my brother!"

"I'm not a monster, how could it be your brother?"

She said angrily: "You are my brother, you are my brother!"

"Okay, okay, take off the monk's robe, and I'm your brother," said a little Begonia demon, so cute that I couldn't help pampering her, "but when I put on the monk's robe, I can't have anything to do with the world. .”

As I said that, I took off my monk's robe, which was burnt black and missing corners, and only wore the inner garment, and touched her head; just like the master touched me.

Master...

My face darkened: the huge Ci'en Temple was gone, and my brothers, brothers and nephews were also scattered.

I spent two days in the mountains with this little monster named "An Le", but I couldn't go on idling forever.

An Le little monster said: "You come home with me, Master knows about you."

ha?Monster den?

"Let's go, let's go," An Le pulled my arm, "Master still tells stories about our father!"

I was forced to go to the monster's den by the Anle little monster. It was deep in the forest, and after a long corridor, it was another world.

The "master" An Le said was a very handsome man, who looked about the same age as me. I said "Amitabha Buddha" to him, but he said, "Did your two fathers send you to become a monk?"

Two fathers?I frowned, and turned over my childhood memories: "...my two uncles sent me to become a monk."

He said "nonsense" a few times, and then said, "Then you don't know your identity?"

"……what?"

I spent a night in the monster den listening to the story, and also learned about my own life experience. It turned out that I was really An Le's brother and a member of the "monster den".

Master said: "Speaking of which, not long ago, your father was rushed to my place, and An Le saw him. It's really a coincidence that you came."

When I was going to bed at night, Anle stopped me and told me to live in a stone room closest to the entrance of the cave. She told me not to go underground anymore.

I quietly asked her: "Little monster, where did our father go?"

She said: "The master opened the formation and sent him to find our father!"

Late at night, when they were all asleep, I left without saying goodbye.I was afraid to say goodbye to them, An Le's tears could flood the whole hole.But after all, I don't belong here. I still go to help monks who are in trouble.

After going through the most difficult days, I finally don't have to hide in Tibet anymore. The Ci'en Temple was rebuilt in situ. Some senior nephews who had been lost for many years came back, and more, like my senior brothers, couldn't come back.

I have the highest seniority and was elected as the new host; An Le would come here occasionally, and when he came, he would treat himself as a layman, and he was quite sensible.She likes to read romance novels, and often disappears with her fat body, saying she is looking for true love, making a fuss like a little house sparrow.

In the late 70s, on behalf of China, I went to Japan for Buddhist exchanges.

We visited Tokyo, Kyoto and Nara; on the last day, I heard that a large temple was newly completed in Osaka, and the Japanese side strongly invited me to attend their inauguration ceremony.

The Japanese translator introduced: "The chief architect of this temple is the famous Mr. Yicheng."

I nodded knowingly: "Chinese?"

"Yes, Mr. Yicheng is an envoy of friendship between China and Japan. When he first arrived in Japan, he followed Mr. Cao Wei from your country to study road and bridge construction, and later transferred to the major of architecture..."

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The world is safe.

In the 80s, the incense of Ci'en Temple finally returned to its former heyday; in 15, we received the first large-scale donation: RMB [-].

The name of the donation is Hengyu Group, a private enterprise that has become famous in the Northeast in recent years. Their boss is always a young man who has just passed the age. He is the darling of the media for his youth and promise. I often come to Ci'en Temple to offer incense.

So, I met him in person...

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(little easter egg)

1951, spring.

Taiwan Province, Kenting.

There was a person lying on the beach, who was washed ashore by the sea, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The villagers did not dare to approach. A retired soldier surnamed Liu pushed through the crowd and dragged the "corpse" back home.

"Liu Hengxi, Liu Anlan." In the small white villa, the soldier called his two sons and daughters, pointed at the "corpse" and said, "Come, call mom!"

(End of the episode)

PS.

1950, spring.

Taiwan Province, Taipei City.

It's time for white terror.

"I'm not a spy." Yi Ge looked at the baby dragon and phoenix sleeping peacefully in the cradle, and said softly, "I am willing to cooperate with the research at any time... Please... don't let them become orphans."

1950, summer.

KMT Lieutenant General Yi Ge was suspected of collaborating with bandits and rebelling against the party, and was executed by shooting.

At the same time, veteran Liu Kezhou was sent to Kaohsiung to participate in secret research.

1950, winter.

Approved by Taipei, Liu Kezhou and his family were raised in Kenting.

(true end)

The author has something to say: It's officially over! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

This article has been written for three years, from Xianwang to JJ, I sincerely thank everyone who accompanied me along the way~QAQ

In this article, I still prefer Yining.There are three children in the Yi family, the eldest named "Cheng", but betrayed his close relatives for his own selfishness; Overjoyed, but finally got real peace.

In short, I wish the digital husband and wife are tired and crooked, lingering to the end of the world~

See you in the next article! !