"Let's wait in the big...or inner courtyard!"
The little monk’s mind went through eight hundred twists and turns in one minute.
Abbot Wan said nothing right, and this strange pilgrim took out a silver coin and stuffed it into the abbot's hand in public, saying confidently, "Please say it again"...
The little monk shivered unconsciously.
The Buddha is generous and may not blame you.
But he was certain that the abbot would be very angry and call him a "evil beast".
You ask why they don’t scold the weird pilgrims?
Didn’t you see that the pilgrims put in silver coins?
The young monk was proud of his thoughtful consideration and felt that the abbot was blind if he did not choose him as the next abbot.
"Inner courtyard, inner courtyard! Go out of the second gate, turn left and go straight, and go to the Voice-hearer Pavilion first!" The little monk held the "Zhongji" tightly in his hand and fled from this place of trouble at a rapid speed.
Xianjin held Qiao Baozhu's hand and walked in slowly.
Baozhu is only ten years old. Like the other Qiao family members Xianjin has met, she is big and tall, and now she is as tall as Xianjin's shoulders.
When Xianjin lowered his head, he saw Xiaopang Huahua's wet eyes and red nose.
Little Fatty Huahua was raising his face, looking at her with expectation and dependence.
Xianjin gently pinched the palm of Xiaopang Huahua's hand, as if he was talking to her, or more like talking to himself, "Don't worry, we drew a lucky number."
Don't worry.
The homework for the "Governing" chapter has not yet been submitted.
This time, she deliberately wrote it in a shitty way.
I'm really looking forward to the director's sharp comments.
The inner courtyard of Chongqing Temple is simple and clean, with a fresh and rustic style. A branch of out-of-season peach blossoms is left with only a bare head to welcome the autumn wind.
We didn't welcome the autumn wind, but we welcomed a leading monk who looked like an immortal at first glance.
Different from the short, dark, fat and out-of-date image of some abbots of famous temples in later generations, Abbot Xinhe truly fits the image of a hermit in people's minds.
He had a long flowing beard and was wearing a cassock. He had a thin face, bright eyes, a kind look, and a gentle voice.
"Manager He, Miss Qiao." Abbot Xinhe sang "Amitabha" and looked at the two girls in front of him. One was strong and round, but her mouth corners were downturned and her eyes were dull, while the other was tall and thin, but her eyes were as bright as torches.
Xianjin didn't know how to greet a monk, so he could only bow with Baozhu and greet, "Abbot Xinhe."
He had met the former twice. She was the youngest daughter of Mr. Qiao and the apple of his eye.
He had heard of the latter several times. She was a celebrity in Jing County and the person in charge of the "Chen Ji" paper shop in Jing County. Some people said that she was kind and generous, some said that she was ruthless, some said that she was greedy and ignorant, and some said that she was smart and resourceful.
Therefore, in his mind, Xianjin has always been a multifaceted figure who is kind, vicious, greedy, generous, smart, and stupid.
Now, at first glance, this polyhedron, its appearance—
very nice!
The forehead is full, the brow is broad, the earlobes are distinct, the eyebrows are long and high, and there is a small mole hidden in the eyebrows. Especially the house palace is broad and flat, which indicates the appearance of seeking profit and wealth.
This was the second time he had seen such a good-looking face in Jing County after all the years he had been the host.
Abbot Xinhe calmly withdrew his gaze, reached out to take the stick, and said, "Very good, Zhongji."
The little novice monk followed beside him, jumping around anxiously, and wanted to climb onto the abbot's legs and crawl up to his ear to whisper.
Abbot Xinhe glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, "Monks should be calm when they are happy or angry, why did you lose your composure?"
Xianjin raised his eyelids.
The little monk held his breath and said, "This second stick..."
Abbot Xinhe didn't hear clearly.
The little monk raised his head and closed his eyes, "This is the second lot! The first one was not this one! I don't know if this one counts or not!"
Abbot Xinhe brushed his sleeves without commenting, and said "Oh" before asking, "When Mr. Qiao drew the second lot, did you stop him?"
The little monk opened his eyes in confusion, thought about it, and then shook his head - he was so shocked that he used all his strength to support himself from falling! How could he have the strength to open his mouth to stop it!
Abbot Xinhe nodded and said, "This is the Buddha's wish, so it is naturally valid."
The young monk was puzzled.
Abbot Xinhe took the opportunity to tell the young monk about Buddhism, "Everything is born out of fate. Your silence is the guidance of the Buddha. Mr. Qiao drew the lot a second time under the guidance of the Buddha, which is fate. How can it not count?"
Abbot Xinhe’s explanation is very Buddhist!
Xianjin was stunned at first, then he smiled - Abbot Xinhe's statement was not only directed to the little monk, but also to Baozhu.
Sure enough, Baozhu held Xianjin's hand tightly with tears in her eyes.
The little monk seemed to understand, but Abbot Xinhe glanced at the pearl and smiled. "The meaning of the fortune is that you must be put to death before you can be reborn. The fortune says 'West Water Chang'an Crossing Ming Bridge', which means that the cause and effect you are seeking is in the water. If you cross the water, you will be reborn, but if you don't cross the water, you will die."
Baozhu's eyes widened and she nodded repeatedly!
Yes, yes, yes!
I just heard this morning that my father was locked up in a water dungeon!
It has a lot to do with water!
Baozhu shook Xianjin's hand eagerly and kept nodding at him like a fat flower pecking at rice.
Xianjin patted his head in a soothing manner, then turned around and asked Abbot Xinhe, "What does the last sentence 'The wind from the East China Sea rises to the sky' mean?"
Abbot Xinhe said, "The wind and water rise from the east, the sun and joy are born from the east, this is the way of all things. What the two donors are seeking in their hearts is in the water, in the east, where the clouds and rain alternate, and only after the wind sweeps away the remaining clouds can it rise straight up."
This is a bit abstract.
You can understand it any way you want.
You can even think of it as swimming the breaststroke in the east swimming pool, and when you push off with your toes, you catch a brick of pure gold.
Xianjin watched Baozhu's expression closely. Seeing Baozhu's change from joy to confusion and then to visibly joy, he couldn't help but feel greatly relieved.
Her psychological counseling level is only enough to support her and her friends to curse the scumbag together, and then persuade her friends that "you can't catch a wolf without risking a lamb" and that they must be willing to spend money on male college students in order to have a young carcass - this is a superficial and vulgar level.
Since science cannot solve it, we can only rely on metaphysics.
Xianjin wanted to ask something else, but he heard Baozhu speak in a hoarse and hesitant voice, "East... East... Does that mean my brother... went to the east?"
Xianjin was overjoyed and hugged Baozhu, "You spoke! You spoke!"
Abbot Xinhe half-knelt down, clasped Baozhu's shoulders with both hands, and said with compassion, "East, maybe it's your east, maybe it's your east in the mirror, maybe it's the east of Xuancheng Prefecture... This is just a general idea, but little girl, you have a bright future, and everything you care about must be intact and safe - otherwise, how could you have drawn the lucky sign?"
After Baozhu was silent for a while, her eyes quickly turned red, her lips were tightly pursed, her shoulders trembled, and she burst into tears in an instant.
Xianjin gently embraced Baozhu, looked at Abbot Xinhe with gratitude, and silently said, "Thank you."
Abbot Xinhe wiped the stick into his wide sleeves.
Thank him?
Don't thank him.
The girls from the Qiao family are lucky and often meet noble people.
Manager He of the Chen family is even more fortunate, as he is the benefactor himself.
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