At this moment, the monks saw that Shi Ninggong relented, and they made way from the entrance of the temple, which was crowded with people, to let Rao Ganghui, who was bowing his hands and saluting them, enter. However, the Rao Gang did not leave first and respectfully asked Shi Ning Gong to lead the way.
At this time, Nun Miaoyin was reciting sutras in the teaching room of the temple and did not pay attention to the sound of gongs, drums and suonas outside the temple. Suddenly she heard footsteps getting closer and closer. She looked up and saw a familiar person appearing at the door led by Shi Ning Gong. At first, she felt trembling in her heart, but then she calmed down. She looked back and fell on a scroll of scriptures.
Just as I was about to recite, I heard the release of Ren Gong said, Donor, if you have anything to say, just tell Nun Miaoyin directly. As long as you speak well, I will help you.
Obviously there was something in his words. Nun Miaoyin felt that there was no need to think about it. When she heard Rao Ganghui talking again, she raised her head and looked at him. Rao Gang still looked at her with affectionate eyes and said straight to the point, enjoy the flowers and come back to Rao Village with me! I……
Not letting Rao Gang finish his speech, Nun Miaoyin interrupted him and said that there was no flower viewing here, only Miaoyin.
Oh, by the way, Miaoyin, come back to Raozhuang with me! I’m here to tell you that Hu Huaiying, who was always against you, has passed away. You can return to the secular world. After you return to the secular world, can you call her by your secular name, Flower Appreciation? For this reason, I specially gathered a group of people to form a wedding team to marry you like a young lady. Just now there were gongs, drums and suona playing outside, didn’t you hear it? It’s so lively!
no! Since I am a monk and practice Buddhism, I have no intention of returning to secular life.
When Rao Bang saw what she said, he felt cold. He glanced at Shi Ning Gong standing next to him, hoping that he would help him persuade her. Unexpectedly, he said nothing. Rao Ganghui became anxious and told Nun Miaoyin, I have already made an agreement with your master and the monks in the temple, and they all support your return to secular life.
Donor, the monks and I in the temple have not expressed this attitude. Our attitude is that we neither support nor oppose it. Release Nin Gong's tone is very tough.
Rao Ganghui felt very embarrassed. He hesitated and said, Miaoyin, I beg you again. I hope you can return to secular life and I will treat you well. Even if you don't care about me, are you willing to let go of your three biological sons?
Nun Miaoyin seemed to be a little moved. She remained silent and only cast a soft look at the Rao Gang. Suddenly, she clenched the scripture in her hand and said in a cold tone, Donor, didn't I say that there are only wonderful sounds here, but no flower appreciation?
The three sons of the Rao family are peanut admirers and have nothing to do with Miaoyin. Miaoyin practices devoutly in Lotus Temple and hopes that the donor will not disturb her.
Suddenly, she left her seat and bowed to the Ninja Release Kung Fu, and then said, Master, please take this benefactor away quickly! If it weren't for your presence, this disciple would have closed the door to see the guests away.
When Rao Bang met Miao Yin, she was so "ruthless", and it really felt like she was no longer the same Xiong Shanghua she used to be. So he turned around and left.
When Rao Gang left the gate of Lotus Temple, he felt very humiliated and did not say anything. He only made a gesture to the wedding team gathered there. Everyone understood what he meant and turned around and left. Along the way, I could no longer hear the lively sound of gongs, drums and melodious suonas. I could only hear my own footsteps and the calls of birds in the thorn bushes. The festive atmosphere when I arrived was gone.
Rao Ganghui, who was riding on the big maroon horse, was angry and had nowhere to vent, so he whipped the horse's belly hard. The horse was in pain, and with a loud roar, it jumped into the air and flew into the shadow of the lush forest and bamboo. far away.
From then on, even if the Rao gang took people up the mountain to cut trees and they could see the houses of the Lotus Temple, he would not go in.
Seven years later, one day at noon, Rao Ganghui's family was having dinner in the main room when he suddenly heard a dog barking outside. He didn't care. After a while, I heard someone calling the donor at the door. Rao Ganghui knew that it was a monk who came to ask for alms, and deliberately ignored him, because many years ago he led a wedding team to the Lotus Temple to pick up Nun Miaoyin to return to the secular life, but it was in vain. He blamed Nun Miaoyin and all the monks in the temple. He has always been worried about this and never wants to "come" with the monk again.
If it hadn't been for this incident, Gang Rao would have heard someone calling the donor at the door, and he would have gone over immediately and given away some items. But now, he pretended not to hear. But he and Xiong Shanghua Peanut’s third son was already over ten years old. When he heard someone calling the donor at the door, he put his rice bowl down and walked over. When he saw it was an old monk, he asked politely, Master , what do you want our family to give us? Unexpectedly, the old monk said, "No, donor, thank you for your kindness. I am not here to ask for alms, but just to deliver a letter."
What letter should I send? Say it! the third son asked.
Is your dad in the house? The old man wanted to tell him. The old monk said cryptically.
The third son went in, and after a while, he came out again and said to the old monk, "I'm sorry that I don't want to see you."
Then just disappear! I might as well tell you that the nun Miaoyin in the Lotus Temple passed away seven days ago. After the old monk finished speaking, he turned and left.
The third son didn't seem to understand. He returned to the main room and conveyed the monk's original words to his father, who was already elderly and gray at the temples. When my father heard this, he lowered his head and said nothing, looking sad. The third son didn't notice it and stared at him and asked again and again, Dad, what does passing away mean? Who is Saraswati? Why haven't I heard of it?
After a long time, Rao Ganghui said that when the monk in the temple died, it was not called death, but death.
Oh, I understand, passing away is death. When the third son interjected, he looked like he was suddenly enlightened.
Also, that nun Saraswati is none other than your biological mother. Your biological mother's lay name is Xiong Shanghua, and she changed her Dharma name after she became a monk. Rao Gang will tell it directly.
The third son burst into tears as soon as he heard this, and said in a low voice, Dad, that means my mother is dead.
Rao Gang would nod.
The third son wiped away his tears and said persistently, Dad, Nun Miaoyin is my mother after all. I want to go to the Lotus Temple to ask where my mother's remains are buried. After I asked her clearly, I went to her grave, burned paper and burned incense, bowed and kowtowed, and expressed my condolences to my mother.
Rao Ganghui finally had no objections. He gathered his three sons together, went out to the street to buy scented paper and firecrackers, and rushed to the mountain where the Lotus Temple is located. Halfway up the mountain, they wanted to go into the Lotus Temple to ask, but they found a new tomb on a mountain ridge that they must pass. A wreath was placed beside the tomb, and a line of words was written vertically on the note beside the wreath: Lotus. The monks in the temple paid their respects to the late Nun Miaoyin!
Rao Ganghui looked at it carefully again, bowed to the tomb, and then said, don't go to the Lotus Temple to ask, your biological mother is buried here. The three sons were silent and could not help but kneel and kowtow in front of the grave. Then they burned incense and turned it into paper, set off firecrackers, and bowed before retreating. A few days later, a straw shed was erected next to the tomb, with a small square table placed inside. There was also a large Buddha statue on the square table, with some offerings in front of the Buddha statue.
Under the table is a wooden statue of Miaoyin Nun meditating on a futon, with a cool and lifelike expression. These were all made by the three sons of the lay family nun Miaoyin, who urged their father, Rao Gang, to have them made manually.
Later, local people called the mountain with a straw hut where the remains of Nun Miaoyin were buried, Nunnery Ridge. Moreover, every year during Qingming Festival, the three sons would go up the mountain to visit the grave and pay homage. This continued for three or four generations. The "third uncle" mentioned at the beginning of the article is the descendant of the third son of the lay family nun Miaoyin. The descendants of her eldest son and second son later served in the military and never returned to their hometown. It is unknown whether they have any descendants.
My nephew Rao Da, who walked with me to the ancestral graveyard, understood the reason and suddenly asked, "Second uncle, you should also go to the nunnery ridge to burn incense and kowtow. Why don't you go?" I explained that I am different from your third uncle. To Nun Miaoyin, he is more intimate and I am more distant. Your father and I were born to the third wife of our ancestor Rao Gang. That’s why we don’t go to Nunnery Ridge to visit Nun Miaoyin’s grave.
Unexpectedly, Rao Da heard this and repeatedly praised Nun Miaoyin for being great. He also said that although she was a monk, she was the ancestor of our Rao family. If you don't go visit her grave, I will. Although Rao Da is very rational, he is also a temperamental person.
He was about to go to the nunnery immediately, took out a piece of the incense candle in his hand and turned around to leave. I grabbed him and said, Rao Da, we are almost at the ancestral tomb mountain, why not visit the tomb here first, and then go to Nunnery Ridge? They are all ancestors anyway.
Rao Da finally listened to me. After sweeping the tombs on the ancestral tomb mountain, he immediately fulfilled his promise after coming down the mountain. What makes me strange is that since Rao Da went to visit the tomb of Nun Miaoyin at the nunnery during the Qingming Festival, he still went to kowtow at the tomb of Nun Miaoyin during the summer and winter holidays. After that, he was rarely seen at home or at school during these two holidays. His father said that Rao Da was working outside. I said that’s great! He financed his own tuition.
His father shook his head and said, where? His tuition for the second half of the year is not less than a penny, and the money he earns may be spent by himself. I think so too, because it's normal. But neither his father nor I had the right idea.
During the Tomb Sweeping Day of the next year, we learned that Rao Da used the money he earned from working during the summer and winter vacations last year to buy dozens of cypress trees as seedlings, each as large as an elbow, and planted them around the nunnery ridge. In front of the tomb of Sister Saraswati.
What’s even more interesting is that Rao Da did not call this row of planted trees cypress trees, but called them Bodhi trees. He said that our ancestor, Nun Miaoyin, attained enlightenment under the invisible Bodhi tree, and we must live under the tangible Bodhi tree. Understand the Tao. When Rao Da spoke like this, he was standing respectfully in front of the Bodhi tree he mentioned. He looked solemn, kind, and enlightened, and looked like a Bodhisattva worthy of worship.
Just after reading this booklet, the weakly illuminated oil lamp with lanterns went out because it ran out of oil. Director Liu was tired but not sleepy. He suddenly found that Boss Qin had fallen asleep on the bunk and was snoring.
Director Liu also wanted to lie on the bunk and force himself to fall asleep, because he was excited and not being able to rest would hurt his body. But when he lay down, he felt the coolness of his vest. There was not a sleeping bunk underneath, but a flat stone slab. He sat up and was shocked. When he looked again, he was not in the house at all. There was nothing above his head, and there was a night sky with stars twinkling in the distance.
He stood up and saw that Boss Qin was sleeping on a stone slab, so he pushed Boss Qin to wake him up. Boss Qin turned over and sat up. He felt something was wrong and shouted, "Why am I sitting on a stone slab?"
Director Liu patted him on the shoulder and said, Mr. Qin, something strange happened to us. The booklet I just finished reading is also missing, and the oil lamp that went out is also missing. We didn't come to a dormitory at first. Now there are no dormitories, just two large stone slabs. This is a barren hill covered with thorns and miscellaneous trees.
