surnamed Wang

There is a small temple in the west of the capital, named Guisheng, the temple is so small that there are no more than ten people in the whole temple.

It is really incredible that such a small temple can take root in the capital where every inch of land is precious.

Among the ten people in the temple, there are both young and old. The oldest one is the master of the current abbot of the temple. He has studied Buddhism for decades, and Guisheng Temple was founded by him.

20 years ago, Guisheng Temple also had a good time. At that time, the Empress Dowager was still alive, and the dynasty still worshiped Buddha. Sheng Endi often invited the old abbot of Guisheng Temple to give lectures in the palace.

As a result, Guisheng Temple has attracted many dignitaries and dignitaries to visit, and the incense in the temple is at its peak, which is not inferior to the temples of hundreds of people.

Later, the Buddhist suppression movement rose, and although Guisheng Temple was not involved, the incense was not as good as before. There were few pilgrims who spent money, but there were still many devout believers.

The old abbot saw it frankly, monks cultivate their minds, Dharma and predestined relationship, but they don't cultivate money. If the utilitarianism is more important, then the Buddha's heart will be lighter.

……

The old abbot had an apprentice who was over 30 years old when he entered the monastery. The old monk always said that he had mediocre qualifications, but in the end he handed over the presiding position to this dull apprentice.

The apprentice practiced for ten years and accepted his own apprentice.

The little apprentice, whose name is Mingyuan, has small eyes, snub nose, and freckles, which has nothing to do with being good-looking. Compared with the apprentice who has shallow roots of wisdom, the old monk prefers this seemingly loyal, but actually very clever disciple.

The little monk was also very close to this kind-hearted teacher, and went to listen to the teachings when he had nothing to do.

Later, when the master made a mistake and was chased halfway through the monastery by the master with a ruler, the little monk knew that the master would also be angry.

The life in the temple was simple and peaceful, and the young monk Mingyuan enjoyed this pleasant feeling very much. It was not until two women came to the temple one day that this eleven or twelve-year-old child understood what it meant to be sad.

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"Master, I heard from other poetry uncles in the monastery that Master once loved that female guru from the Western Regions. Is it true or not?"

In the courtyard of the temple, the young monk was sitting on the steps of the side hall, and beside him was an old monk with white beard and hair, who was lying on a rocking chair and basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

"Ming Yuan, at such a young age, you also know what admiration is?" The old monk opened his eyes with a smile on hearing this.

Mingyuan scratched his bald head, "Admiration means liking, just like I like master and master, but it's for women."

The little monk was not stupid, he directly expressed his own understanding.

The old monk closed his eyes again, gently shook the rocking chair, and said slowly:

"That's not something you can sum up in one sentence. Your master didn't want to be a monk back then, but he became a monk because of that woman."

The little monk was puzzled when he heard the words, and said:

"Master, if you like someone, shouldn't you be with her? Why do you want to be a monk?"

The old monk shook his head, "If you ask me about Buddhism, I can talk to you for three days and three nights. If you ask about the relationship between men and women, it will be hard for Master. To tell you the truth, that female master is also Hair cut for a man, but that man is not your master."

"The matter between men and women is so troublesome."

The little monk muttered something, then seemed to think of something, and said with surprise on his face:
"Master, according to what you said, they all became monks because of their love, so wouldn't it be great love to be a monk?"

Hearing this, the old monk opened his eyes again and said with a smile on his face:

"Mingyuan, I just said that you are much more enlightened than your master."

The little monk smiled awkwardly in embarrassment, then rolled his eyes and said:

"Master, you are an eminent monk who has attained the Tao. When you were young, didn't you have a lot of women you admired?"

"You boy, look for a fight!"

The old monk pretended to be sullen, and picked up the ruler beside him and was about to strike. The young monk was very clever, and had already run a long way, and said while running:

"Master, my swallow has gone out to play, and I'll bring you something delicious tonight."

The old monk didn't really intend to fight at all. Seeing this, he shook his head with a smile and lay down again, muttering something in his mouth:

"Young people don't know how to feel sad."

……

At the gate of Guisheng Temple, a girl with braids on her hips was staring at the young monk in front of her.

"Didn't I tell you to come earlier? Why are you here now? What if the sideshow troupe leaves later?"

Although the two are about the same age, the girl is a head taller than the other. To outsiders, this scene looks like a sister scolding her younger brother.

The little monk didn't dare to answer back, and said with a smile on his face:
"Swallow, if you don't leave now, you really won't be able to catch up."

The girl snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the distance, the little monk hastened to keep up.

The two of them had just walked a few steps when a young man walked towards him. He wore a long white gown that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and a white python on his chest that was sewn with silver thread was looming.

"Yo, where are the two little Living Buddhas going?"

Wang Gangquan still looked familiar, and greeted the little girl who had only met once.

The little girl raised her head when she heard the sound, and immediately recognized the man who was listening.

"It's you?"

"Is the master in the temple?" Wang Bingquan asked with a smile.

The girl nodded, "Yes, I'll take you there."

Hearing the words, the little monk at the side quickly pulled the girl's sleeve and said in a low voice:

"Swallow, if you don't go, it will be too late."

The girl frowned slightly when she heard the words, and just about to reprimand her, she heard the man beside her say:

"Don't bother the two little masters, I will go by myself."

After finishing speaking, he arched his hands and walked towards the gate of the temple.

The little girl watched the other party go, then looked at the stunned little monk, and said:

"It will be great when you can be like him."

After the girl finished speaking, she walked quickly towards the market, while the little monk touched his face, obviously he might have misunderstood the meaning.

……

Wang Gangquan entered the temple, asked a little, and soon found the residence of the female monk. After knocking on the door, it was a middle-aged monk in his early forties who opened the door.

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and saluted, "I have seen the prince."

Wang Gangquan was not surprised, and returned the courtesy: "I have met the abbot."

The two elders didn't have anything to say to each other, they saluted each other and then went about their business.

……

Time passed by, and at dusk, Wang Gangquan walked out of the female master's meditation room, saluting his farewell repeatedly.

In the end, before he could walk out of the courtyard, he met the little girl who was returning from the outside. The little girl walked past Wang Gingquan without saying a word.

Wang Gingquan glanced at the corner of the opponent's eyes, sighed secretly, turned and left.

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At night, two bald heads, one big and one small, shone brightly on the monastery. The two masters and apprentices first sighed in unison, and then looked at each other again.

"Master, Yanzi said that she will be ordained tomorrow, will she not be able to get married after she is ordained?" the little monk asked with a sad face.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the middle-aged monk tugged at his monk's robe, and a big tree in the temple also rustled. The monk asked without answering:

"Mingyuan, do you think the tree moved just now?"

Hearing the words, the little monk raised his head and said doubtfully:
"No, Master, is it your heartbeat?"

The middle-aged monk didn't expect that he would be turned into an army by his apprentice, so he stood up and patted the ashes on his buttocks and said:

"I went back to recite the scriptures for the master, you just wait to be a bachelor for the rest of my life like me." After saying that, he walked towards his meditation room regardless of the disciple's reaction.

The little monk looked at the master's back and was stunned for a while, then finally heaved a long sigh and murmured:

"It's getting cold..."