Chapter 170 The Little Monk is Complete
The rebuke attracted many people to stop and look.
The person who spoke was standing in the corner and did not see Xu Zhao and his companions. Although he was reprimanding, his tone was not harsh, which was in line with the compassionate character of a monk.
"There will be a film crew coming today. If you are so lazy, outsiders will think that the monks of Baoguo Temple are lazy."
The person who was speaking was wearing a red cassock and holding Buddhist beads in his hand. He was tall and majestic, and looked like a high-level monk with profound cultivation.
The person being talked about was still a young novice monk. He looked young, and even though he was scolded by the abbot, he still sat on the ground, leaning back slightly against the pillar. He did not show the slightest sign of shame or want to stand up.
"Today, I have arranged for my senior brother to play a role. The donors who came will naturally only be active in the front hall. There are no pilgrims in the Moon Goddess Temple. I got up early for the morning class today. I am sleepy now just because I am tired and lazy."
"Wrong logic!" The abbot was so disappointed that he raised his index finger and knocked on the little monk's bald forehead. "Since you have entered Buddhism, you must follow the rules of Buddhism. You must get up early for morning classes. Even if you go to bed early at night, how can you feel sleepy during the day!"
"Master, I'm still a child, my brain is still growing. If I break it, I'll become stupid!"
The little monk's childish words caused everyone to laugh.
Su Pianpian always liked children. This little monk was only seven or eight years old. He had a small body wearing a gray monk's robe and a round bald head, which made him very cute.
"This young master looks young, but he is smart. He doesn't worry about whether he will grow tall if he gets up early every day, but he worries about whether he is smart. If I had a child, he would definitely be as smart as him."
As she spoke, Su Pianpian's voice became softer and softer.
The little monk was so clever and mischievous that she became more determined to have a child.
Xu Zhao stood beside Su Pianpian, held her hand holding the best fortune, and said, "Sister Pianpian, didn't the Moon Goddess give you good wishes?"
"Yes, I will definitely get what I want!"
The master and the disciple were still talking.
The abbot said: "You evil disciple, today I will punish you to go to the Sutra Library and copy the scriptures ten times. If you don't finish, you will not be allowed to eat!"
"No, Master!"
The little monk who had just been arguing with the abbot burst into tears and burst into tears in an instant.
The scriptures in the Sutra Repository were all thick. Not to mention copying them ten times, even copying them once was enough to give him a headache and sore hands. After copying them ten times, he would probably die of exhaustion before he starved to death.
Before he could throw a tantrum in front of his master, he heard someone trying to stop him. He was immediately delighted and looked up. His good mood, which had originally made him think he was saved, immediately fell to the bottom again.
The ones who spoke were unfamiliar pilgrims, but the things the people behind them were carrying were not unfamiliar to the little monk.
camera!
Shouldn't these people be in the front hall?
Why did you come to the Moon Temple?
He had finally managed to hide away, but was caught by his master. Now, his tears were captured by the camera. His reputation in this life was completely ruined.
The little monk covered his face and quickly turned his back, leaving a miserable back view for the camera.
Su Pianpian originally had no intention of interfering in the affairs between the monks of Baoguo Temple, but when she heard that the abbot did not allow the little monk to eat, she could not bear it and spoke out to stop him.
Upon hearing this, the abbot also looked up with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't know how long these donors had been standing here without him noticing at all.
"Amitabha, I am the current abbot of Baoguo Temple."
Considering the abbot's age, he spoke slowly and his initially stunned expression quickly disappeared.
Except for the two men carrying cameras, the rest of the people put their hands together in front of their chests and bowed slightly to greet the abbot.
Su Pianpian couldn't bear it, so she said bluntly, "Amitabha, this little monk is young, so it's inevitable that he has the nature of a child. Besides, he is still growing up, so let him sleep more and eat more."
The abbot glanced at the inexplicably autistic little monk at the moment, and was not annoyed by Su Pianpian's meddling. Instead, he smiled and said, "Donor, you don't know that ordinary monks' morning classes start at four in the morning, but this little monk's morning class starts at six in the morning."
They at Baoguo Temple are also humane. In order not to delay the children's growth and development, they will naturally let the children get enough sleep before attending morning classes.
As for not being given food for copying the sutras, the abbot explained: "This young monk has a bad temper, but he is very popular. His fellow monks all like him very much. If he really hadn't finished copying the sutras, many people would have brought him food, so he wouldn't have starved."
After listening to the master's explanation, the little monk, who was originally still autistic, suddenly looked up and said, "Master, you know all this!"
He was the master's youngest disciple. Every time he was punished by his master to copy scriptures, his fellow apprentices would take turns bringing him food until he finished copying the scriptures.
I originally thought that the senior brothers were all doing things in secret, but after hearing what Master said, I’m afraid that their actions were tacitly approved by Master.
He used to think that his fellow brothers were risking being discovered by the master to bring him food, but he didn't expect that they were doing it in the open. It was really in vain that he was moved for so long!
The abbot looked at the young monk and thought he was very stubborn. Even though there were pilgrims around, he still didn't look at the young monk kindly. "Twenty times!"
"Master, don't!" The little monk stood up. He was not tall, and he pulled the abbot's robe and shook it coquettishly.
"Abbot, does this young master have a Dharma name?"
Xu Zhao originally didn't want to interfere in this matter, but when she saw the little monk extending his hand, she immediately changed her mind.
If I'm not mistaken, the little monk has a purple-black birthmark on the back of his hand.
She remembered that she had seen a very similar one in the hands of another monk!
The Dharma name is not something worth hiding, so the young monk introduced himself directly: "My Dharma name is Yuanman."
She looked well-behaved, with none of the arguing look she had at the beginning.
Perfect!
"Abbot, Master Yuanman is still young. If he really copies it twenty times, he might hurt his hands. It would be better to copy it less. How about five times?"
At that moment, I felt that Xu Zhao seemed to be radiating light.
He thought to himself: It would be best if I could not copy it at all!
He was young and knew the principle of knowing when to quit, so he did not dare to make such an excessive request as not to copy.
“This…” Since the pilgrim said so, the abbot looked down at Yuanyuan who was holding on to his robes and sighed, “Since there are pilgrims willing to plead for you, just do it five times.”
Yuanman was delighted, but pretended to be calm, and said to Xu Zhao, "Amitabha, thank you very much, benefactor." He also said to the abbot, "Thank you very much, Master!"
Now that the issues of the two masters have been resolved, it is naturally their turn.
Su Pianpian took out the fortune slip in her hand and handed it forward, "Please help me, Abbot."
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