Chapter 1574

After the man in black left, the man stood in front of the Buddha and stared at the Buddha. His eyes seemed to penetrate. He was cold and proud, like an iceberg.

The little monk is curious. He looks either rich or expensive. He doesn't seem to be disillusioned with the world of mortals. Why was he sent here to become a monk?

And if he didn't want to, why didn't he resist?

He stood for two days and nights without saying a word. The little monk once thought that he couldn't speak?

During this period, the little monk occasionally went to the door of the Buddhist hall and looked inside. Finally, he silently brought him vegetarian food, but he never moved.

Until two days later, when the little monk went in to deliver vegetarian food, he suddenly stopped him and said, "shave my head."

The little monk put his vegetarian meal on the ground, folded his hands and said, "childe, it seems that the world of mortals has not seen through. In my opinion, you don't have to force yourself. Everything has its own Buddha's fate."

However, a bleak smile appeared on his face and said, "you're talking about Buddha's fate, but I'm talking about life. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid this head will be gone. What's the use of hair at that time?"

The little monk was stunned and hurriedly said, "someone wants to kill you? Is it the man in black that day? You, don't be afraid. Let's find a way to escape. "

"Ha ha." But he smiled bitterly, "is it the king's land in the world, and where can he escape?"

Royal soil?

The little monk was stunned. Does this man have anything to do with the emperor?

"Besides, someone gave me a life. I ended the world of mortals for him, chanted Scriptures for him all his life, and let him be born in an ordinary family in his next life. I would like to live a happy life without meeting someone like me again." He said, a look of pain flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

The little monk knew that he had a complex identity and was extremely painful. He was forced to become a monk. He even saw that he was unwilling and refused from his eyes!

"Bring a knife." He knelt down in front of the Buddha.

After pausing for a moment, the little monk took a knife and cut off his hair bit by bit. He closed his eyes deeply.

Green silk fell one by one and fell on his robe. On the ground, it was cut off one by one with his past.

When Feng Ye slowly opens his eyes, the little monk takes the bronze mirror. He sees the bald self in the mirror, and two lines of tears slowly fall from his eyes.

The little monk took the cassock again and said, "they said I would call you master. In the future, you will be the abbot of the temple and my master."

Feng Ye gets up, removes the robe and changes the cassock. Since then, it has nothing to do with flashiness and converts to Buddhism.

From this day on, he began to learn to chant scriptures, knock wooden fish and so on.

He was extremely gifted. The thick Buddhist scriptures, a little disciple, didn't recite them all for a year. He could recite them smoothly in ten days.

He gets up before dawn every day to chant scriptures and doesn't rest until noon.

The little monk looked at him. He was originally a man of great wealth. He had delicacies and delicacies on a regular basis, but he didn't expect that he could safely eat simple meals such as vegetarian food, vegetarian food, hard board beds in the temple and rough and thin quilts.

What has this man experienced in the past?

He seems to be doing great things, but he is forced to become a monk. It's a mystery.

Although the little monk had many questions in his mind, he never asked, and silently accompanied him in the temple.

Day after day, watching his originally strong body slowly thin down, watching his originally beautiful and ruddy face gradually pale, in the end, the whole person seems to have changed compared with when he came.

Until three months ago, he suddenly had a disease, which has become more and more serious. He can often hear his cough in the middle of the night.

The little monk was worried, but he couldn't move him.

……

Xiaoheshang was thinking, and suddenly saw a carriage coming slowly in front, with two bodyguards around it.

He was stunned and said, "look at this carriage. It's going to the mountain. Is this the Pilgrim at last?"

He quickly put the basket of vegetables on the ground, folded his hands and said, "Amitabha."

The carriage stopped, and the horse stood still. He saw the indifferent bodyguard coming over, bowed slightly and said, "little master, is he in the temple on the mountain?"

He bowed and said, "little monk Linghui is right, but almsgiver wants to go up the mountain?"

"My wife is going up the mountain to worship the Buddha." And the waitress.

Linghui looked at the carriage, looked back at the road on the mountain and said, "madam, if she wants to go up the mountain to worship the Buddha, she must get off the carriage here and walk up on foot. The carriage in front can't go up."

The waitress listened, went back to the carriage, approached the curtain of the carriage and said, "madam, the carriage can only stop here. I'll carry you up."

"Help me out of the car and I'll go up myself." The little monk heard a cold and faint sound. Then the curtain of the carriage was lifted. She saw a female benefactor walking down. She was wearing a low-key. She didn't see any other ornaments except a hairpin in the hair room, but her whole body still exuded an air of dignity that people can't underestimate.

She walked towards Linghui and said respectfully, "little master, can you lead us“

Linghui said, "yes, but the hostess waited a moment. My master told me to send this basket of vegetables to the farmers' homes at the foot of the mountain“

"OK, we'll wait for you“ The woman nodded and said.

Linghui thought the woman would go back to the horse car and wait. After all, the weather is not very good.

However, when he came back after delivering the dishes, he found that she still insisted on standing where she was, and the bodyguard accompanying her waited quietly. There was no unhappy expression on any face. He said in his heart, well, it seems that he is a person who is honest with the Buddha.

"Benefactor, please follow me." Linghui put her hands together and led her and her party to the mountain.

The reason why the incense here is not prosperous is that master did not intend to carry forward his fame, and the other is that the road is too difficult. It is winding and rugged all the way to the mountain. There are broken stones everywhere at the foot. It is easy to fall.

However, these people have been walking quietly behind, especially the lady like woman, who is very steady at every step, but she doesn't look like a person who hasn't suffered.

After walking for half an hour, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face became ruddy, and she gasped slightly with her hand over her heart.

Linghui wondered, who is this? How could he come here to worship the Buddha? It seems that he came from other places. Why did he come here?