The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"You have merit, and you are more sensitive to karma than before. This is normal. Otherwise, you will not see the good or bad from each other's actions and eyes. Everyone will act, even if it is not intentional. , But also subconsciously self-wrapping. As for now, you feel the anger and karma! The few people in front of you are not good things! "Said the system.

Founder's heart trembled, the system said it was not a good thing, it must not be a good thing! Founder: "So, the poor monk is going to cross again?"

As a result, the system was silent, and it took a long time for him to say: "Buddhas should only cross the border!"

Fangzheng Ranran, what do you mean? What should I do or not? Asked the system, but the system stopped talking. Founder lost his head, completely confused.

When Fangzheng was distracted, Fangzheng's eyes suddenly turned red!

"Don't let me say it twice, how did you give it to me, how did you return it to me! Not a little less!" Huang Mao, a short man, talked and snatched the money back from an old man. Old-fashioned and stingy, but said nothing.

"Have you heard that? I thought we gave you money? Don't dream about TM, just like you, you should be poor for a lifetime!" A huge yellow hair spoke, and started to grab money back.

Most of the strong men in Dongliang Village went out to work, and most of the rest were old people and children. There were few women. The only three or five strong men were also a little timid, and they dared not come forward and watched After a few yellow hairs used them, they started to grab money back.

"Bring money!" A yellow hair came to a little girl, and the little girl stepped back scaredly, shaking her head again and again, "I didn't take it ..."

"Did not take it? What's in your arms? Take it!" After talking about Huang Mao grabbing the stationery box in the girl's arms, the girl cried on the spot, but her little hand still clutched the stationery box and called: "Brother, I didn't really take it, I just came here. Please, this is my stationery box, don't grab my stationery box ... wow ..."

"Cry a shit, Qian Zang's stationery box! Bring it to me!" Huang Mao pulled out the stationery box and the little girl rushed over. Huang Mao was angry, and scolded: "** Zizi, go to heaven! Stationery box ... ****, I TM let you stationery box!" Huang Mao raised his hand and smashed the stationery box to the ground!

At that moment, Jing Yan was on fire, and she would rush forward with her legs raised.

But someone is faster than her!

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Huang Mao only felt that his wrists were hooped by the hoop, and he couldn't fall. He turned his head and saw a white monk with a haggard face, staring at him with infinite anger! That look made his heart tremble. The so-called poor is afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the dead. The monk gave him the feeling of death!

"You ... you ... what are you doing?" Huang Mao asked.

The Founder said, "Spread! Hand!"

Huang Mao's hand couldn't fall, and his smashing hand was clamped. He spoke with tremolo on his own, but felt that his face was dull. For the sake of face, he stalked his neck and said, "If I don't spread ... Ah! It's broken ... it hurts ... letting go, letting go ... "

Huang Mao only felt that the other's hand was suddenly forced, and his wrist bones were almost broken! The tears were hurting.

The stationery box fell, and the Founder caught it with one hand and threw it with the other. Huang Mao only felt a strong force, and he stepped back involuntarily seven or eight steps before sitting on the ground with one buttock and stopping.

Vaguely, Huang Mao seemed to hear someone laughing around him, so he didn't need to look up. He also knew that the villagers must be laughing! Even his brother was laughing, he lost his adult this time! How do you mix in the future?

Looking at the monk again, he was even more angry. The other party didn't look at him at all, but ...

After Fang Zheng shook off the yellow hair, he smiled slightly, crouched down, put the stationery box in the hands of the crying little girl, and laughed: "This is for you from a poor monk, no one can take it away."

"Thank you ... Thank you, elder brother of the poor monk." The little girl choked, but her face was a smile, looking a bit abrupt, but she was heartbreaking! He is an orphan. Although no one bullied him in the village, he was bullied in school. At that time, a Zen master made a small wooden sign pendant from him and was robbed by his classmates. He laughed at him and ended up injecting the classmate into the hospital. He knows the pain of being stolen by someone innocent ...

Fang Zheng rubbed the little girl's head lightly and smiled, "Okay, don't cry, be good, all right."

A lot of villagers saw this and were relieved at the same time. Several villagers who clenched their fists and prepared to release their hands, released their fists, and found Fangzheng's eyes full of gratitude. It was this person who gave them respect for the first time; it was this person who stood up for them! This kind of affection made the villagers' hearts enthusiastic, and the heart that was originally dead was reactivated again, as if something was going to be blown up.

At this time, Jing Yan came back to God, looking at the scene in front of her, Jing Yan only felt that the picture was too beautiful!

A monk in white clothes, squatting there, smiled as warm as the sun, stretched out her hands, rubbed the head of the ragged little girl, and comforted, the little girl enjoyed this love very much, like an injured kitten He was taken care of and the terror was dissipating.

This scene Jing Yan was all recorded on her mobile phone, and she suddenly felt that the monk's looks may not be the most handsome, but the soul is indeed beautiful. Perhaps his Dharma may not be profound, but a person's heart is good and beautiful, it is enough. Subconsciously, Jing Yan said, "I am the Buddha ..." She didn't know what that meant, but she said it subconsciously.

Founder heard the words, and for a moment hesitated, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: really I am a Buddha? Are the Buddhist monks reading more? This is the cognition of most people, with their mouths closed and quotations based on classics, countless Zen masters are the monks. But at this moment, what Founder wants to say is that it may be a monk, but it is definitely not the only monk standard! The heart is like a mirror, clean and dust-free, and the heart of the child is also one of the standards of the monk!

However, Founder also understood that he was still far from being a mirror and a childlike heart. He has too many other thoughts in his heart ...

Just as the Founder was walking away, a Huangmao aggressively said to the short man Huangmao: "Brother Niu, what's the matter? Aren't they gone? Didn't you see them coming back? Sui suddenly appeared? Wouldn't A ghost? "

When Huang Mao heard the words, he opened his mouth and scolded: "**** Ghost J8! Guang TM has collected money, but you don't see them coming, do you still have reason? I do n’t care if he is a ghost, dare to hit my brother ?! Brothers ****! "The short yellow hair finally came back to God, roared, touched a stone, and hit the Founder.