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Buddhist story: The little monk's white porridge restaurant: Master Zhiyuan's Buddha's fate

Master Zhiyuan’s Buddha’s fate

Master Zhiyuan had many experiences when he was young, and even went to jail. When he came to the temple, he was older than Jiechen's current age.Jie Chen once heard Master Zhiyuan talk about some past events, but that was the case before he became a monk.

Master Zhiyuan was very smart when he was young. He was admitted to university at the age of sixteen. He was the youngest student in his class. It has been forty years since the year he went to college.

It was about 68 or 69 years, and China was ***During this period, every school and every unit was required to capture some bad elements, and the bad elements were allocated in proportion, with a proportion of five%.A lot of things that sound ridiculous, even incredible, have actually happened.

There are 30 people in Master Zhiyuan's class. One or two bad elements need to be caught in proportion. The difference between people is not obvious, so bad elements are not that easy to find.

Several students' union cadres decided to use lots to identify bad elements. Master Zhiyuan was the first to go forward to arrest him and caught the bad guy.Master Zhiyuan has always suspected that there were cheating when he drew lots. Maybe every paper ball was a bad guy. The one who was unlucky was the first person to go up to draw lots, and the one who was not well-informed in the world was unlucky.

Master Zhiyuan went to labor reform.Among the prisoners, he was young and thin. When he first went there, he was staggering even if he picked up a bucket of feces. However, after a long time, he still walked vigorously.

There was an accident, of course, perhaps because of humans, and Master Zhiyuan's hand was disabled.

Master Zhiyuan was twenty-four or fifteen years old when he came out of the labor reform farm. Because it was a wrong case, the relevant departments specially arranged work for him. There were many changes in his family and his relatives were separated.At that time, Master Zhiyuan was no longer good at communicating with others because he didn't know what he should say. Sometimes he went to work for one day, and sometimes stayed at home for several consecutive days and didn't go out.Most of the people in the unit knew about Master Zhiyuan, so they did not give him too much discipline.

Master Zhiyuan still received his salary on time.One day, he suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, which was a purposeless journey, getting out of one car and then getting out of another.

How many things are there, we don’t know where the end is?Because there is no end in your heart.

The station wagon that Master Zhiyuan was riding was thrown on the way, and the driver on the bus asked for help on the roadside. Some of the passengers were scolding and some were anxious. Only Master Zhiyuan was waiting quietly.He saw a green hill from a distance from the car window, and involuntarily got off the car and walked towards the mountain step by step.

The mountain scenery was beautiful, attracting Master Zhiyuan to walk step by step. Finally, he was still a little tired, so he sat on the bluestone in front of the small temple gate halfway up the mountain to rest, looking at the big tree in front of the temple without moving.Occasionally, fallen leaves fall one by one, and Master Zhiyuan just sat down, waiting for the next leaf to fall.

Sometimes the temple gate opens, and a young fat monk walks around next to his master, sometimes looking at Master Zhiyuan curiously.Master Zhiyuan sat for a long time. During the meal, the fat monk came out of the temple and put a few steamed buns and a bowl of water in front of Master Zhiyuan. Master Zhiyuan grabbed him and ate him, while continuing to wait for the fallen leaves.

It was getting darker, and Master Zhiyuan fell asleep leaning against the temple gate. When he woke up the next day, he had a thin quilt on his body, which might have been covered by the fat monk.

Another day passed, the temple gate opened again, and an old monk came out. He asked Master Zhiyuan: Do you want to come in?

Master Zhiyuan nodded.That question made the Buddha's fate a lifetime, so he had the Dharma name of wisdom.

The old monk is Master Zhiyuan’s master, and the fat monk is Master Zhiheng.

The first thing Master Zhiyuan said when he entered the temple gate was that he asked his teacher where the fat monk had gone.The teacher replied to Master Zhiyuan, Fat monk is sleeping, there are wild animals on the mountain. The two nights you slept in front of the temple gate, he has been guarding you in the wooden door behind you.

No one will change in an instant. Master Zhiyuan, who stepped into the temple gate, still couldn't communicate with others, and his teacher did not force him.In those years, there were very few people coming to the temple. Occasionally, a few donors with concern came to the house, and the teacher asked Master Zhiyuan to receive him.

The teacher said, go and help them with their suffering.

Master Zhiyuan said, I don’t understand Buddhism, how do you say it?

The teacher said, not to mention the profound Dharma, just tell them your story.

For some reason, Master Zhiyuan changed day by day and became good at communicating with others, and many donors were enlightened by him.

Everything in the world is mutual. While passing on the warmth of the palm of your hand to others, can’t you feel the warmth of others?

Whether it is the storyteller or the person who listens to the story, they all gain something from the story.

2024-02-05 18:02
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