On this day, the old monk was going to travel, so he had to take the young monk with him. This coke spoiled the young monk.
It made the little monk dance with joy. The old monk said seriously: Monks must abide by the rules and precepts. How can you be so frivolous? The little monk quickly put away his smile and said yes again and again.
The two masters and apprentices walked forward and passed by the field roads. I saw a middle-aged farmer driving a green ox to plow the land.
The little monk stood aside and watched for a while, then unconsciously pursed his lips and laughed. The old monk didn't know why he was laughing. Then he said sternly: "You evildoer, what are you laughing at?"
The young monk ignored him and blurted out, "Master, do you think it's strange that I plow the fields with my hands on the plow?"
The old monk was shocked when he heard this and patted his bald head gently: "Obviously, oxen plow the land and people help the plow. The ox is in front and the person is behind... How come I plow the land and help the plow? That's nonsense. Let's go quickly." Go quickly."
The master and apprentice continued to move forward, ignoring the farmers and cows in the field.
Walking all the way to the entrance of a village.
At this time, a woman came out with a child in her arms and helped the child pee. The little monk couldn't help but laugh.
The old monk quickly said seriously: "You frivolous evildoer, why are you laughing one after another?"
The young monk looked at the monk and shook his head and said with a smile: "My wife took my father-in-law's urine. Do you think it's funny?"
The old monk became even more angry. He slapped the young monk on the head with his palm and scolded: "It is obviously the female benefactor who carries urine for her child, why is she carrying urine for the father-in-law? You are talking nonsense, hurry up and walk away."
The master and apprentice continued to move forward, ignoring the women and children at the entrance of the village.
The two masters and apprentices walked all the way, and when the sun was setting, they came to a large temple.
This temple is where the old monks became monks when they were young. The person who received them was the old abbot who was over seventy years old.
At dinner time, the young monk saw the big drum in front of the temple, picked up the drum hammer and was about to play the drum. The old monk took a step forward and snatched it away. The monk on duty found it interesting when he saw the two masters and apprentices grabbing the thunder hammer.
Thinking that they had never seen such a big drum, they all wanted to beat the drum. It’s time to play the drums, so just say it’s time and play the drums quickly.
When the old monk heard that the monk on duty wanted to play the drum himself, he couldn't refuse. Then he beat the drum hard, and the deep sound of the drum echoed in the temple.
At this time, the little monk burst out laughing... The laughter made all the monks look at me and I looked at you, and they were all confused for a moment.
At this time, the young monk said loudly: "Master, you have beaten your own skin. Do you think it is strange or not?"
When the old monk saw that his disciple was laughing at him for no reason, he said, "Why am I beating my own skin? Am I wearing cowhide?" He quickly ordered the young monk to kneel down to be punished.
At this moment, the old abbot of the temple walked out of the temple. He took the old monk to eat at the same table and invited the young monk to sit at the same table.
The old abbot looked at the two masters and apprentices, and asked with a smile: "Why was the old monk angry just now?"
The old monk replied: "This disciple of mine is too naughty and doesn't follow the rules. He laughs for no reason when he sees anything, and now he's laughing all over my head."
The old abbot said oh. He looked at the young monk with kind eyes and asked with a smile: "What did you see? Why are you laughing? If what you said makes sense, I beg your master to spare you the punishment."
The young monk thought for a while, looked at the old monk and said seriously: "I saw the middle-aged man waving a whip and driving the cow to plow the land. In fact, the cow was the man's father. When his father was alive, he was very lazy and lazy..."
"And his son worked hard and accumulated money. But all the accumulated family property was wiped out by his father. So after his father died, he reported to the King of Hell. The King of Hell asked him to repay his son's debt, so he was reincarnated as that son. Green Ox..."
The old monk nodded and continued to ask: "Then the young woman brought the child out, why are you giggling?"
The young monk continued: "The child that the woman was holding turned out to be the reincarnation of the woman's father-in-law. When her father-in-law was still alive, he was very hardworking and frugal, so he saved a solid family fortune..."
"After struggling all my life, I finally became a rich man in several villages near this place. After the father-in-law passed away, he was reincarnated in the belly of his daughter-in-law because he remembered everything he had done during his lifetime... I saw the daughter-in-law giving the child a hand Pee, so laugh.”
The old monk was startled, and then asked: "Then why are you laughing so crazily when I play the drum?"
"Master..." The young monk hesitated to speak, with a troubled expression on his face.
The old abbot sighed and waved his hand to the young monk to go down. The old abbot said, "I'll tell the story here."
It turns out that there was a family near the temple who raised a cow. Later, the cow died of old age.
The member of the team felt sorry for the cow, which had worked hard all its life. Instead of slaughtering it, he chose a place to bury the cow.
Later, the cow was about to be reincarnated. It was reincarnated as a human, but the cowhide was still on it. Lao Niu reported his dream to the abbot of this temple.
Later, the old abbot informed the Yuanwai about what was said in the dream, and the Yuanwai immediately sent someone to dig up the cow.
When the cow was dug up, the hide was still intact. Yuanwai had the skin peeled off and donated it to the temple to make a drum, which is still there today.
"Is this drum still there?" The old monk was a little surprised.
The old abbot shook his head and replied softly: "Not only is the drum here, but the old abbot who was entrusted with the dream and the reincarnated cow are here today."
The old monk was startled and continued to ask: "Where are they now?"
The old abbot replied: "That drum is the drum you beat today. After that cow was reincarnated, in order to repay the kindness of the abbot in the temple, he also became a monk and served the abbot... He is you, monk."
The old monk was shocked after hearing this and asked: "Is that cow me? No wonder my naughty disciple said that I beat my own skin! That old abbot is..."
When the old monk said this, he seemed to have some realization.
The old abbot smiled and said: "Then the old abbot is your stubborn disciple! He practiced well in his previous life, but failed. So he will continue to practice in this life."
"Due to his good karma due to his cultivation in his previous life, his eyes are open in this life. The strange words he said were all seen by his divine eyes."
The old monk responded. He thanked the old abbot and said, "Thank you, master, for your advice. I blamed him wrongly."
The old abbot sighed softly, and then said: "You don't have to blame yourself too much. A strict teacher will produce a good disciple. Although he has good wisdom, good jade must be carved by good people."
"If he can achieve righteousness in this life, then you, monk, are also indispensable. In the days to come, monk must be strictly disciplined."
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Po Meng didn't come back to her senses for a moment. She looked at the fat monk and asked, "If you can't cultivate in this life, can you divide it into two generations to cultivate? Then how much blessings must he accumulate in his previous life?"
Fatty He Wuhan looked at him and smiled and replied: "Monk, I haven't accomplished cultivation yet, so I rushed to drink my mother-in-law's bowl of soup. I hope that some of the good karma I have accumulated in this life will allow me to cultivate again."
Po Meng looked at him and smiled and said: "Good thoughts and good fruits will blossom and bear fruit. Monk, if you are compassionate, God will naturally give you a chance to practice again."
The fat monk laughed when he heard it and replied: "An unsatisfactory life is the real thing. I am already very happy in this life as a monk."
When Po Meng heard this, she asked calmly: "How do you say it?" She got up and got a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the fat monk.
The fat monk smiled and said: "The Buddha said that this is a flawed world, and life cannot be perfect. If there is only one way to perfection, it is Nirvana... In the world that the Buddha called Saha, it is originally a world. A flawed world.”
Po Meng nodded and smiled: "I didn't expect that the great monk has cultivated to such a high level. It seems that in the next life you will open a pair of heavenly eyes to see the world like the little monk, and you will be born with a pair of wise eyes to see life."
The elder Shang shook his head and said: "My mother-in-law, the scenery here is better. You can see all the six realms of sentient beings in the three realms. You are really free and happy. I am also very envious of you, monk."
Looking at the fat monk who was drinking soup from the bowl, Po Meng pointed to one side of the bridge and asked, "What is the name of the bridge in the monk's eyes?"
The monk drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp, looked at her and laughed loudly: "Back to Po Meng, what the monk saw is freedom. Thank you for listening to my nagging, the monk is going to be reincarnated."
After saying this, without waiting for Po Meng's reply, she put down the wooden bowl in her hand and walked to the other side of the bridge. "
"Zizai Bridge? Interesting!" Po Meng looked at the place where the fat monk disappeared and murmured: "Sure enough, there are thousands of people with thousands of eyes, they are not the same."
The reeds on both sides of the Wangchuan Bridge swayed gently in the wind, and Po Meng stood quietly on the bridge.
Looking at the reflection of a middle-aged woman in the river, I don't know whether she is Li Xiuyuan, who has guarded the bridge for her for hundreds of years, or Po Meng, who has been here for thousands of years.
Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, was even thinking: "Is Po Meng also a position that everyone can do? Just like what he said in the Buddhist scriptures he read: Thirty-two phases are not thirty-two phases, they are names. Thirty-two phases?”
The long river under the bridge seems to carry thousands of different emotions of Meng Po, floating into the three realms with the beings crossing the bridge, blossoming and bearing fruit, giving birth to a landscape of the Saha world?
Lowering his head again, the river water came into view, and he saw a young woman standing on the bridge, wearing a floral white dress fluttering in the wind, with black hair hanging over one shoulder, looking at the Wangchuan River dreamily.
Po Meng suddenly said softly on the bridge: "You are watching the sentient beings on the bridge, and the sentient beings in the river are also looking at you... At this moment, am I a sentient being? Or Po Meng?"
That night, a total of 128 people crossed the bridge.
Twenty-seven entered the realm of animals, seventy entered the realm of hungry ghosts, and ten entered the realm of Shura...
Only twenty-one entered human reincarnation.
Today's Po Meng is the same as yesterday's Po Meng. She neither cheers for anyone who enters the human realm, nor mourns for anyone who enters the realm of animals or hungry ghosts.
Just like what she said to the fat monk before: "Good thoughts and good fruits will blossom and bear fruit."
She had been standing here for less than a month, and the autumn wind was about to pass before her eyes.
Her responsibility is to give soup to the passing sentient beings. She can only witness the passing of sentient beings and cannot interfere with the trajectory of sentient beings' reincarnation.
That night, she slept peacefully because of her conversation with the monk.
Not disturbed by the autumn wind outside, nor awakened by the early birds.
I slept until Chen and then lazily got up, washed up and went to Lingshan. Today's medicine has not been collected yet, so I have to go to the mountain to collect it, wash it and make soup.
After only persisting for a month, I realized that this was a rather boring job with no freshness. It is different from my previous practice completion meetings because I don’t have to persist in practicing by myself.
Get up early if you want to, and take a day off if you don't want to practice.
But as Mrs. Meng, she can't do it. Except for the night of the full October every month, she can rest for one day, and the other days have to be followed step by step. It takes half a day to collect herbs, cook soup, and give soup every day.
At the beginning, she was still interested in chatting with the sentient beings who were arriving, but then she listened too much and found that everyone was making the same mistakes repeatedly, so she didn't want to talk anymore.
He said that he asked the woman in the white dress who had left before: "They have already made mistakes in this life that they cannot forgive themselves. Why do they have to make them again and again in this life?"
The woman in the white dress told her: "Because he and she drank my soup, they forgot all their past lives... After reincarnation, there is a new beginning. There are a few guys who can be wise and open their eyes to see the world and themselves." ?”
Po Meng asked: "Why doesn't God give all living beings a chance?"
The woman in the white dress replied: "The world is originally an imperfect Saha world. It is precisely because of its shortcomings that it becomes lovely, and that is why all living beings need to practice..."
Po Meng said silently: "All living beings suffer."
The woman in the white dress gently stroked a strand of black hair on her forehead and replied quietly: "Who doesn't suffer? You can't become a Buddha without suffering. Even Buddhas suffer, let alone Po Meng and all sentient beings?"
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