In the north of Xigu Village, outside the gate of Kouzi, there is a small temple with three large tiled houses facing north and south, with clear water ridges, gray tiles and blue bricks, carved wooden edge doors and windows, and standard temple buildings. The door and both sides are covered with flagpoles donated by the men and women. A plaque with golden characters is hung above the front of the door, and the regular script is "Inquiry Temple". There is a yellow curtain hanging in the temple. The wall is painted with eighteen arhats unknown, and there are altars and incense burners below. A monk with beautiful eyes is taking care of here holding a broom.

However, the monk's eyes were covered with a layer of gauze. The gauze was quite thick, which obviously would hinder the little monk's vision. If he put it on, he could basically not see things. The little monk suffered from eye disease. The master in the temple prepared medicine for him and applied it to his eyes. However, during this period, he still had to wear gauze to protect his eyes, otherwise he might be disabled. The little monk was not afraid of his eyes being disabled and he didn't take it seriously. However, when his master warned him that if his eyes were disabled, he would not be able to read Buddhist scriptures in the future, the little monk then realized the seriousness of his eyes and began to take care of his eyes carefully...23

The little monk is a calm person. Even though his eyes are covered, he is not a little anxious. Instead, he gets up early and does his homework and starts to clean the small temple. This small temple is his home. He and his brothers and masters - the common home. The little monk knows that his master and his brothers are very profound in their Taoism. Whenever they go out, they are countless times stronger in their Buddhist attainments than those who are respected as living Buddhas in the secular world. However, including him, all the monks living in this small temple are very dull, fame and fortune are nothing more than dust and soil. The Qingdeng Ancient Zen Entering Sakyamuni is the real pursuit of the people here.

However, what made the monks in the temple laugh and cry was that a woman and a man named Wang and Xie had come to petition in this temple. More than ten or twenty years later, the two came to this temple to fulfill their wishes. At this time, the two were finally together, with their hands together. They spoke love words that they always made a vow. The love words were very strong, and the little monk stood beside them. Listening to these words, neither blushed nor disdainful. It just felt that it was a little fun. The love and love in the world were really a bit confused. Since they couldn't understand, then let's not do it. Therefore, the master said that the little monk was very smart.

This is an extremely simple thing. After all, no matter how remote and deserted the small temple is, it always meets some pilgrims from time to time. The monks in the temple are not surprised by this. However, the story of the woman surnamed Wang and the man surnamed Xie petitioning and fulfilling their wishes in this temple for twenty years was revealed for some reason. Both of them have great influence in the secular circle and attracting the attention of countless fans. Under the witness of their rough love experience and the fact that they finally held hands together again, this temple became so "hot". People who came to this temple every day who petitioned for their love and prayed for their love were about to break the threshold. The originally pure little temple could no longer maintain its original purity.

However, the monks in the temple did not complain about this. Entering the mountain is practice, and entering the world is also practice. No matter how many people come and go, you burn your incense and ask your wish, and it is enough to provide some tea from camellia in the temple. The rest of the time is still the homework that should be done. Those who should study Buddhism continue to study Buddhism. Everyone’s life is like a pool of oil. No matter whether there are people around, this oil is still floating above the water surface, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

That mountain is still the same mountain. Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers bloom and fade, and fallen leaves fly all over the mountain. The temple is still in that mountain, without any deviation, people come and go in the temple, and the wooden fish on the divine machine platform are still ringing. The good men and women are still praying that the gods will not change, the face of people will be unchanged, and their hearts will smile at their ignorance.

Looking back at the time when the two of them made a wish here, but they never thought that they would come back alone to fulfill their wishes. Perhaps it was more of a feeling. But they didn’t know that the Buddha or know, nor did they know that there is nothing in the world that is eternal, and it is not something that can be achieved by burning a few incense sticks. They just comfort themselves who lack confidence.

The maple leaves are red, the autumn is thick, the sunset is slanting, and the tired birds return. The gravel path halfway up the mountain, the maple leaves are one by one, the red man and green woman are one by one, and the world is noisy. I don’t know why they hold hands, and I don’t know when they will break up. What does it have to do with Buddha?

People who are lonely are always sad and think of others with their own past, and I don’t know if it’s jealousy or envious. Looking back on this day of that year, you and Buddha on the road, how can I be lonely now?

Loving someone requires fate, hating someone requires courage, forgetting someone takes time.

When the sunset falls and the dew wet the hair, no matter how long the road is, you still have to find an exit, and no matter how messy the thoughts are, you have to buy a ticket to return home. No matter how heavy the rain is, the lake water will return to calmness, and no matter how deep the wound is, it will heal one day. The mountains will not change, but people will always change, the past cannot come back, and memories cannot be returned. As long as you have faith, sincere heart will be spiritual, you will always find the home of the soul.

Spring goes, spring comes, flowers are everywhere, autumn comes, autumn goes, leaves are all over the ground. Spring comes, autumn comes and falls, and the beauty makes up for him in red clothes, and the wooden fish is melodious.

The little monk walked through the deserted temple and felt the bustle and noisy of the temple now. He felt that even if he entered the prosperity, he would have walked out of the coolness.

Life is just like this.

It seems ridiculous, but the master still says that he has wisdom.

The little monk also thought so. He believed in the master. Since the master said that he had wisdom, he believed that he must have wisdom. Even though he always felt that he seemed to be more slower than other senior brothers, what the master said must be right, right?

On this day, the little monk went to the back mountain to collect herbs, which seemed a bit cliché. The first cliché was the back mountain, and the second cliché was the back mountain to collect herbs. It seems that in many stories, there are someone who went to the back mountain to collect herbs and then met someone or found something. This is an incision that has been used by each story.

However, the little monk really went to the back mountain to collect herbs. He was still blindfolded and walked by the steep rock wall of the back mountain. He wanted to collect herbs and prepare medicine for the master to treat eye diseases. Even if his eyes could not see things, the little monk took every step steadily and every step was very correct, as if he was not walking on the edge of the cliff but on the flat road. His eyes could not see it, but his heart could see it. This was the wisdom group, the wisdom group mentioned by the little monk.

Not only did he walk very steadily, but the little monk could even accurately discover and find the herbs he needed, and then dig them down and put them in the bamboo basket beside him. This efficiency is much higher than that of those medicinal pickers who are terrified of their eyes.

As the picking of herbs was picking, the little monk stopped and stood in front of him. If there was a man standing at this time, it would be too disgusting. Therefore, the one standing in front of the little monk was a woman.

This woman has a very fragrant body, and it has the smell of flesh.

The little monk couldn't see his eyes, but he could still smell it from his nose.

"Tsk tsk, little monk, are you collecting herbs here?" the woman said, her voice was crisp and glutinous, very nice.

The little monk nodded.

"Why do you have to cover your eyes with gauze?" the woman continued to ask.

"I have eye disease." The young monk replied seriously.

"Haha, that is to say, you can't see anything now." The woman pointed to the little monk's bamboo basket again and said with a smile: "You said you were covered with gauze and couldn't see it. Could it be that the herbs in this basket were all grown and flew into your bamboo basket?"

"Amitabha, monks do not lie, but I can't see it." The young monk insisted, saying lies, but he was punished by his master to copy the scriptures.

"Then did you pick this medicinal material?"

"It was picked by me."

"Tsk tsk, I can't tell that you are really capable, but you are a master of martial arts in the novel?" The woman stretched out her hand with a smile and touched the little monk's head. The little monk's head was very smooth and had body temperature, and it was indeed very comfortable to touch.

The little monk was touched by the woman's head, and he felt very comfortable. The height on the woman's chest seemed to accidentally hit the little monk's face, and the little monk's face turned a little red.

The woman laughed "she" and seemed to be very interesting to tease the little monk.

However, the next moment, the woman's face changed. She lowered her head in shock and saw a small shovel whose sharp part had pierced into her body, and it was very deep.

"How could it be..."

The woman took her hand away from the young monk's head in disbelief, and Liang Qiangde took a few steps back. The young monk's face could not hit the towering ball on her chest, and his face gradually stopped red.

"Clang"

A metal fell down and hit the rock wall, making a crisp sound.

It was not the little shovel used by the little monk to dig herbs, but a sharp dagger. This dagger was originally in the other hand of the woman. When he touched the little monk's head with his right hand, the other hand had quietly held the dagger and was about to kill the little monk here directly. She had a box of drugs on her body. She had just traded with the connector here, and then when the transaction was completed, she saw the little monk. She thought that the little monk must have seen something. In order to eliminate future troubles, she decided to kill someone to silence her. However, in the end, she was the one who was killed...

"You are really pretending, you... can see!"
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