Jiang Wang has been gone for a long time.
In the ruined temple of Sanbao Mountain, Monk Jingli sat quietly in the cross-legged position.
Monks are monks, but if they don't have a "home", where can they "come out"?
The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng is where practitioners escape from the world. But if you had never been in this world, what could you have avoided?
Ever since he could remember, he had no idea about his family and had never met his parents. It was Ku Jie who single-handedly brought him up.
Some young novices miss their parents and cry.
He didn't know what to think.
In the so-called troubled times, he had no one to place his "misses" on.
Live in the sound of Sanskrit singing, wallow in piles of Buddhist scriptures, and grow up in the ringing of bells. Sometimes I also think about, what is "home"?
Why do we have to "come out" and why do we find it difficult to let go.
Master said that when they are together, they are home.
Then he understands that he can't let go.
Then he is a young monk seeking a "home" in Buddhism.
His world is simple, and this is his home.
Master said that Jiang Wang is his junior brother, so he has an extra family member.
This is such a happy thing.
So every time he saw Jiang Wang, he was very happy.
He was very happy and hoped that his junior brother would be as happy as him.
But today he found out that his junior brother was unhappy. It turns out that my junior brother has been carrying that kind of weight on his shoulders and has come to where he is today step by step.
He loved sleeping, and he didn't know what it felt like to never be able to fall asleep. He didn't know that when he closed his eyes, he felt the horror of blood and fire.
At this moment, he was sitting alone on the wooden bed, thinking of his junior brother and feeling sad.
"Pure ceremony! Purify ceremony! Purify ceremony! Purify..."
The thunderous sound, as if it was soul-stirring or life-threatening, fell into the room and stopped.
The bitter monk, who was as thin as skin and bones, was thrown in front of Jingli like a sharp-edged stone. He glanced at the poor little monk, and his tone softened unconsciously, but it was still like a roar: "What do you call it? You don’t agree to it either?”
"Uncle Master." Jingli stood up and bowed obediently: "Before I can agree, you..."
"Forget it, forget it." Kubing had already waved his hand and said, "Contact your master. I'll see him if I have anything to do."
His voice was like a war drum, making the room buzz.
"Ah?" Jingli stood dumbly and said innocently, "I can't contact you?"
The next moment his ears were tugged, and Kubing carried him and said, "You have learned to lie to others, haven't you? If I hadn't eavesdropped on your chat just now, I would have almost believed you!"
Guanli ignored the pain of his ears being pinched and said angrily: "Uncle Master! How could you eavesdrop on our chat?!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Kubing knew he had made a mistake, but he forcibly skipped the topic, maintaining the majesty of an elder, and his voice was like exploding in Jingli's ears: "Contact your master quickly!"
"I don't!" Guan Li resisted stubbornly.
Ku Bing glared and raised his palm, and he quickly shrank his neck.
"Okay, okay."
Master often says that a good monk does not suffer immediate losses. Jingli has always been obedient and of course implemented this concept.
Let your disciple Jingchen wait!
While lifting the bed board, he muttered reluctantly: "Can't we contact the temple?"
Ku Bing said impatiently: "Where's all the nonsense? Isn't this because your master is ignoring us?"
"Ha, is that so?"
Jingli suddenly became happy and felt that Master had vented his anger.
Still pinching out the dharma seal, pouring strength into the formation pattern, and summoning the circular light mirror.
Although the main pattern of this "circular light mirror" is engraved on the back of the bed board, the power supporting its operation actually involves the entire temple. Of course, the core part is the power left by the bitter feeling.
Not long after, Ku Jue appeared in response to the call, appeared in the circular light mirror, and said: "Did you beat me for so long? Just hit me casually. If I really beat your little junior brother, please pay...Ku Sick, old and bald." donkey?!"
When his eyes caught sight of Ku Ji, he immediately cut off the circular light mirror.
Kubing had already taken the lead and shouted: "Brother Abbot, I have something to tell you!"
Ku Jue rolled his eyes: "Senior Brother Abbot's secret art of voice is unique in the world. Do you need a sick man like you to convey the message?"
Kubing suppressed his anger and said, "You've cut off your inner voice, haven't you?"
"Oh, that's it." Ku Jue said without any embarrassment at being exposed, "Then why are you looking for me? Can't we continue to work at Jianglongyuan?"
"I told you that senior brother is looking for you!"
"Then you, mother, tell me quickly! Why are you looking for me?" Kujue yelled back: "Is it easy for you to maintain a round light mirror when you are my disciple?"
"Senior brother wants you to come back!" Ku Bing said very quickly.
"What?" Kujue asked over there.
Ku Bing slowed down his speech and said word by word: "Master, brother, let you, come back!"
"Speak louder!" Kujue shouted.
"You love me, don't you love me back? I'll pass on your words anyway!" Kubing got annoyed and turned around to leave.
Ku Jue quickly winked at Jing Li.
The master and the disciple had the same mind, and Jingli cried loudly: "Master, please come back! I miss you so much!"
"My good disciple, please don't cry." Ku Jue quickly advised: "Ahem, okay, for your sake, I reluctantly agreed... Ku Jie!"
Kubing, who had already reached the door, stopped and said impatiently: "I heard it!"
"But I can't go back now. I'll talk about it later. I still have to protect my beloved disciple!" Ku Jue added.
"You said you're fat and you're out of breath, right? You said you're not doing anything right every day. You really think the Xuankong Temple is begging..."
Ku Bing turned back angrily, but the round light mirror had dissipated... Ku Jue had no intention of listening to what he said next.
He wanted to roar, roar, hit.
A bad breath was stuck in my heart, and I had no way to express it.
After looking at Jingli for the last time, he couldn't express his anger at the junior. He tossed his sleeves and stepped out, angrily: "It's really a mess. There are no rules! Can this be forgiven?"
Jingli watched Master Kubing go away, then patted his heart to relieve his tension.
As for what Uncle Kubing said about the rules and what should not be forgiven...
He actually had some doubts.
Leaving the mountain gate is such a serious matter, even he knows that it is impossible to come and leave at will.
Why could the master be so willful, and why would the abbot and uncle take the initiative to persuade him to come back?
But as smart as he was, he quickly found the answer - as the most virtuous and respected monk in the entire Xuankong Temple, the master was the obvious choice for the next abbot, so how could he not be forgiven?
If the abbot master has an emergency... Xuankong Temple will no longer have an abbot?
As soon as he thought of this, Jingli hurriedly said, "Ah, sin, sin, I'm not cursing the abbot, uncle."
Put your palms together and recite the words: "Om, practice repairing, repairing, repairing, repairing, repairing, repairing, saving!"
After reciting this mantra to purify his karma, he sat down on the wooden bed and lay down on it.
It's been a hard day today, so let's take a nap...
