The day after Minghui drank tofu and mushroom soup in Li Ye's small courtyard, word spread in Prajna Temple that the young monk sweeping the floor in front of the main hall was actually the younger brother of Uncle Minghui.
This little-known, thin boy with a light-skinned face turned out to be a guy with a big background and background.
As a result, the senior brothers who used to like to make fun of Li Ye when they were queuing up outside the dining hall no longer dared to do so. They all looked at him with awe, as if they were looking at a little monster.
Some senior brothers who didn't believe it repeatedly confirmed with Wuxin and Wuyou. Later, even the round-faced Wuyou became annoyed, so he ran to Uncle Minghui to complain.
So one morning after finishing morning classes, Ming Hui confirmed this rumor in the main hall.
For a time, the rumors among the monks in the temple became more intense. They all said whether the young monk was the illegitimate son of the abbot master, etc...
Li Ye, the person involved, was even more depressed. He came to the Prajna Temple on Fangcun Mountain to practice. He originally came to seek Dharma and just wanted to find a quiet place to practice.
In the past, several senior brothers occasionally joked with him, and they thought it was good, just like normal monastic life.
Unexpectedly, this quiet life did not last for a month, and before Master Tian returned to the mountain, the unreliable Master Minghui actually recognized him as his junior disciple.
This time the fun got so serious that the senior brothers and junior brothers in the temple no longer dared to joke with him, and even avoided him when they met when walking.
After finishing his lunch that day, Li Ye shamelessly found Master Minghui's Buddhist hall, knocked on the door and entered the Buddhist hall.
Seeing Master Minghui sitting down and chanting sutras, he stepped forward to say hello, then sat down in front of him and looked at him with a sad face.
"Master, you ruined this peaceful practice!" After sitting blankly for a moment, Li Ye couldn't help but complain.
Master Minghui put the kettle on the stove and said with a smile: "Get some charcoal outside your door to light the fire, and make a pot of tea first."
Li Ye was stunned for a moment, thinking that just one word from you made it impossible for me to practice peacefully, and you ruined my good life, and now you want me to make tea for you.
I thought about it in my heart, but couldn't show it on my face, so I went to the outside of the Buddhist hall to get some charcoal.
He asked Master Minghui to take out the fire seal and light a fire, and watched the fire burn up little by little.
"If you don't solve this problem for me, I won't be able to practice. If you don't let me practice quietly, I will bother you every day."
Li Ye talked a lot in front of Master Minghui, such nonsense that could only be said in the market.
This was something he had never said since he started practicing. He had only heard the fat man Tang Chao and Hu Ge say it before when they quarreled.
I didn't expect to speak out now to deal with the difficult Uncle Minghui in front of me.
It was only because he was depressed that he resorted to methods that he had never used with the rogue and himself.
However, even if Li Ye said this and put on a solemn expression, it did not attract Master Minghui's attention at all.
He held the prayer beads in his hand, and the old god was chanting his own scriptures on the ground.
It wasn't until the fire started boiling and Li Ye didn't make any move to warm the pot and wash the tea that he stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes and looked at the excited Li Ye quietly.
Pointing to the stove calmly and saying: "The water is boiling!" It means it is tea time, regardless of other words.
Li Ye was stunned, glanced at the tumbling kettle, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, I will make tea for you first, and see how you solve my problem later.
So I took out the tea sets from the table and set them up, carefully warming the pot, washing the tea, and washing the cups.
It was annoying, but once he started making tea, he was able to control his mind and concentrate on doing the things at hand.
Watching Li Ye's skillful making of tea and smelling the aroma of tea gradually rising in the room, Master Minghui showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Junior brother, what you are encountering now is not even a small obstacle. If you insist on caring about the discrimination of your fellow brothers, then why did you come to Prajna Temple to practice Buddhism? You are in Dongxuan You can practice in the markets of the region."
"Didn't your master in the Great Buddha Temple tell you the allusion of 'Hanshan and Shide'? Do you want your senior brother to tell you again here so that you can calm down and recite sutras and practice well?"
Master Minghui looked at Li Ye quietly and said lukewarmly.
Li Ye's hand holding the teapot trembled, and his heart trembled. He secretly thought that he had been cultivating his state of mind for several years, and he had been calm all the way.
I never thought that my calm state of mind would be disrupted by a few gossips from the senior brothers in the temple.
Taking a deep breath, he carefully added tea to Master Minghui and brought it to him.
After a pause, he said softly: "This disciple is stupid and fell into the trap again unintentionally. Thinking about the time when the master and I met five Nascent Soul Realm killers at the junction of the three realms, I was not frightened."
"I never expected that my mood would be disturbed by some of the words of the senior brothers in the temple. I am really ashamed and made the master laugh."
Master Minghui picked up the tea cup, blew lightly, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.
He looked at him and said: "From now on, call me senior brother, and don't call me master. I only recognize you as my junior brother, not my master. What do you have to be afraid of? The Buddha said that there is no difficulty in the path, only choice. I don't care. If you don’t care, how can you choose?”
When Li Ye heard this, he was like a thunderbolt. He immediately stopped in front of the hall and looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar. He didn't speak for a long time.
After a moment, Li Ye came back to his senses and prostrated himself in front of Master Minghui.
He cleared his throat and said, "Thank you for your enlightenment, senior brother. Mingchen will practice hard in the future, and his hard work will be worth it."
After saying this, he sat upright, picked up the teacup in front of him, and drank it happily.
Master Minghui looked at him and was very happy.
He held up the tea cup and said to him: "It's good that you understand this. You can accept it with peace of mind when the disciples in the temple call you uncle. What's wrong with calling you senior brother or junior brother? What's wrong with calling you a little monk who sweeps the floor? Can?"
"My nephews are chanting sutras and doing morning prayers in the main hall, and my uncle is sweeping the floor outside the main hall. Is there anything wrong? Isn't there cultivation inside the main hall and on the steps at the mountain gate?"
After saying these words, he stretched out his broad palm and gently tapped Li Ye on the top of his head.
"Thank you, senior brother, for the heads-up. Mingchen should keep it in mind." Li Ye replied with a smile.
Master Minghui is a man who has attained the Tao, and Li Ye has long heard the Tao and let it go. There is no need for more explanations between the two of them, and they can naturally understand each other's meaning.
I became your senior brother today just because I want to make your Taoist heart perfect as soon as possible. I am willing to be your junior brother...it doesn't matter what other people think, and I don't have to make difficult choices.
Minghui looked at Li Ye, and Li Ye looked at Minghui, one old and one young, with happy smiles on their faces.
There are many monks practicing in Prajna Temple, but there are no people who can hear the Tao and enter the Tao at Li Ye's age.
Even the round-faced little monk Wuxin is just qualified to hear the Tao, let alone the worried monk Wuxin.
Therefore, Minghui likes the junior brother in front of him very much, and Li Ye also likes the seemingly unreasonable senior brother Minghui in front of him very much.
Li Ye understood Master Minghui's words and felt so happy that he felt that the charcoal added to the furnace was also laughing with joy.
An old man and a young man drank two cups of tea. The Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar looked happily at the two disciples who sat down.
Li Ye put down the tea cup in his hand, thought for a moment, took out the Lotus Sutra left by Po Xu Monk, and placed it in front of senior brother Minghui.
He put his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, senior brother, this is the scripture left by Master Poxu. I have copied it again. This scripture must have been copied by Master Poxu himself, and it will be returned to Prajna Temple in the future. Bar."
Master Minghui opened the yellowed scroll with both hands, read two pages, closed it gently, and softly recited a few verses in his mouth.
Looking at Li Ye, he said: "There are not many scriptures copied on silk like this in the temple collection now. This should not be handwritten by Master Poxu, but a relic of the great monk Mingchen thousands of years ago. Junior brother, you have returned the Lotus Sutra to Prajna Temple today, and when the abbot comes back, I will have a good talk with him, this is a great merit!"
"It was by chance that my disciple received the inheritance from Master Poxu. Returning the scriptures to the temple is just a trivial matter and not worth the trouble of senior brother."
Li Ye replied with a smile.
Ming Hui looked at Li Ye and said: "There are so many opportunities in the world, and even in the thousands of years of seas and mulberry fields, the scriptures written by the eminent monks in the previous life have not returned. You have been practicing in the temple for only one month, but you can make the scriptures flow out." Returning, this is not just a chance, but also a deep connection between you and the Buddha."
Li Ye looked at his face, thought for a while and said with a smile: "Brother, I don't know that before I got this scripture in Tianshan, I was hit by two thunder walls when I broke through to the golden elixir."
"On the cliff where you are, there is a Buddha's greeting left by Master Poxu. You have to go into the cave and get the inheritance..."
"You broke through to the golden elixir and were struck by lightning? This is really incredible." Master Minghui showed a surprised look.
"I've been struck by lightning since I was born, and I've gotten used to it the more I've been struck... After breaking through to the Golden Core, my skin color became like this... Then I accidentally broke through When I arrived at Yuanying, I received three more thunders, which gradually became lighter. I had spent half a year making a purple bamboo hat, and I always wore it on my head when I went out, so as not to scare others... .”
While speaking, he took out the purple bamboo hat from the space ring and handed it to Minghui opposite.
Master Minghui took the bamboo hat from Li Ye, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't see the doorway.
He had no choice but to ask: "Junior brother, isn't this just an ordinary bamboo hat? Do you want to spend the first half of the year knitting it?"
Li Ye smiled faintly without saying anything clearly.
He just pointed at the bamboo hat and said, "Senior brother, turn it over and take a closer look."
After listening to this, Master Minghui turned his hand over and looked at the bamboo hat again and again. After a long while, he sighed deeply and recited a few more verses.
Then he said: "I really didn't expect that my junior brother, who is practicing hard on Tianshan Mountain, would still have the thought to carve the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" on this thin piece of purple bamboo. It is really rare. Amitabha, so good!"
"There is no sun or moon in the mountains, so I have nothing to do, so I have to find something to do to pass my time." Li Ye replied with a smile.
Master Minghui nodded and said softly: "Buddha said that every movement and stillness is practice. It seems that your wisdom root is very deep indeed!"
