surnamed Wang

Chapter 222 Enlightenment
After everyone resolved their doubts, the young monk waiting outside seemed to have a sense, and directly pushed the door in, and began to see off the guests.

However, Fan Gao has a more or less eccentric temper. Seeing the other party starting to see off the guests, it is inconvenient for them to stay any longer.

Several people were about to leave, but Wang Gangquan took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms and put it in front of the old monk.

"This is a little wish from the junior, I hope the master will not dislike it."

This was specially selected by Wang Gangquan from the treasure house of the palace before he left Beijing, thinking that if he meets a real god who can help moon cakes, it would be nice to have a thank you gift.

The benevolent old monk didn't open it to check it, nor did he pretend to refuse politely, but just nodded slightly and said "Amitabha".

Several people turned and left the thatched hut, their figures gradually disappeared into the forest, and there were only two monks left in the room, who were very different in age and seniority.

The old monk spoke first:
"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

The little monk raised his drooping head, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, "No need."

The old monk touched his head when he heard the words, and murmured:
"That's right, I forgot my master's uncle's ability to predict."

The young monk, who was called Master Uncle by the old monk, still looked calm. After hesitating for a moment, he opened the wooden box.

Lying quietly in the box is a rosary bead, the whole body is snow-white, the beads are round and jade-like, polished from the best clams.

The eyes of the old monk beside him lit up when he saw the string of beads. Although he was just an ordinary elder in Hanjing Temple, he had seen some things in the world. This string of seemingly ordinary beads was worth a thousand pieces of gold.

And the most precious thing is not the value, but the material.Tridacna is one of the seven treasures of Buddhism. It is neither clinging nor clinging.

Even though it is so precious, the young monk with amazing seniority is still unmoved. This calmness may surprise the outsider, but in the eyes of the old monk who is almost sixty years old, it is very normal.

This monk who looks like a child is actually a Living Buddha of Gujing Temple.

The Living Buddha is said to be the reincarnation of the Buddha in the sky, and his inheritance is extremely mysterious.

The Western Red Tantric School attaches the most importance to the inheritance of living Buddhas. Every year, they send a large number of monks to find the reincarnated living Buddhas. When they were children, they brought them back to the temple to raise them.

The three existing reincarnated Buddhas in Xichi all came from this.

One of these three Buddhas is located in the capital city of Vizhen Temple. It is said that it is the reincarnation of Vairocana, that is, the great day Tathagata mentioned in the Central Plains, and is the most fundamental deity of Tantric Buddhism.

The other two are the reincarnations of Lushana Buddha and Medicine King Bodhisattva, and they are also located in famous mountain temples.

As for Buddhism in the Central Plains, it is just the opposite.

They pay attention to everything according to fate, so many reincarnated living Buddhas may never visit a temple in their lifetime.

Because in the Buddhist teachings of the Central Plains, the reincarnation of the Buddha is to experience the sufferings of the mortal world. If he was brought into the temple right after he was born, he would still stand in the air, and in the end it would be nothing.

However, due to the vast land and abundant resources in the Central Plains, many living Buddhas have been born even if they are not taken seriously.

Now alive, except for one who gave up halfway, there are still three.

One of them is the young monk in front of him who is said to be the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, the other two are a woman in the northwest who calls herself "Mental Bodhisattva", and an old monk who is over ninety years old in the south.

As for Beitu and Donghan, they don't believe in Buddhism, so there is only one living Buddha in each.

The one in Beitu is the old abbot of Gandeng Temple, who passed away a year ago.

The one in Donghan, who is said to have served the imperial court, was listed as a guest of honor. As for whether it was the real reincarnation of the Buddha, or a deceitful name, it is not known.

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Besides, this little monk who is only eleven or twelve years old, although he has a scary name on his head, is not like other eminent monks in famous temples, wearing a brocade cassock, holding a golden staff, and even a decent residence. No.

He entered the monastery at the age of eight and was accepted as a disciple by the previous abbot. He didn't have much contact with other monks in the monastery on weekdays. Except for the abbot and senior brothers, few people had seen him.

After the old abbot passed away, the young monk named Huiming, after reciting the Ksitigarbha, set up a thatched hut in the woods outside the temple and concentrated on studying Buddhism.

The brother who was the new abbot didn't say anything, he just told the monks in the temple not to disturb him. As for the elder in front of him who was comparable to the grandpa of the little monk, he was in charge of delivering the fast food.

Little monk Huiming was not a good talker, this time he asked the old monk to pretend to be himself because he knew that he was too young to be convincing.

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"Uncle Master, the Buddha said that monastics do not tell lies. Are we breaking the precept today?"

The old monk changed his image of a benevolent and kind-hearted elder just now, and completely assumed the attitude of a junior humbly asking for advice.

The little monk looked calm and said in a gentle voice:
"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If you break the precepts to save someone, the Buddha will not blame you."

The old monk relaxed after hearing the words, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddha's name.

He has been a monk for decades, but he still doesn't get the point. He recites sutras when others chant sutras, and he does good deeds when others do good, but the master still says that he has no roots of wisdom.

Later, when the master passed away and burned out the relics, he was extremely envious and often stared at the relics on the altar in a daze.

He knew that according to his understanding, he might not be able to cultivate relics in this life, so he took the initiative to take on the task of delivering meals to his uncle, hoping that he could learn a thing or two from his uncle.

The grand uncle who was still a child looked at the wooden box on the table and suddenly said:

"Juefa, I don't need this string of Buddhist beads, so I will give it to you."

The old monk was stunned when he heard the words, but still shook his head, "Thank you, master and uncle, the disciple can't take it."

"Why?"

"Because the mind will be disturbed." The old monk replied truthfully.

In the face of such precious Buddhist beads, it would be a lie to say that I am not moved.But after studying Buddhism for decades, no matter how stupid you are, you can still understand a thing or two.

It is true that Buddha beads are precious, and it is true that they help accumulate merit, but if you choose them for these at the beginning, you will undoubtedly be motivated by greed, putting the cart before the horse, and it will be difficult to achieve a positive result in the end.

The young monk who heard the answer smiled for the first time. He looked at the old monk in front of him with approval in his eyes, like an elder looking at a junior, and said softly:
"Your master is right. You do have a lack of wisdom, but you can make up for it with hard work."

It was the first time for the old monk to hear the other party praise others. You know, to be praised by one of the only three living Buddhas in the Central Plains in front of him is more exciting than ten or a hundred prayer beads.

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for your compliment."

The old monk saluted respectfully.

The little monk returned to calm, and continued:

"Since the predestined person has already waited, then there is no need for me to stay here. Before leaving, I will give you this string of Buddhist beads."

After speaking, he took off the prayer beads in his hand and put them on the table.

The old monk was shocked when he heard the words. Although he had known the news that the master uncle was leaving in advance from the host, he didn't expect it to be so soon, and what surprised him even more was the bracelet that the other party took off.

Although the material of this bracelet is not as precious as the clam in the box, it is left after the death of the previous abbot, which is the relic of the little monk master.

Shocked, the old monk wanted to ask something, but when he raised his head, he found that the small hut was empty.The little monk disappeared, leaving a string of bright red Buddhist beads on the table.

Feeling lost, the old monk murmured:

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for your enlightenment."

(End of this chapter)