Chapter 1109 Ten-Year Agreement

Glancing at the heavy-faced Bian Ji, but ignoring his concerns, his master continued to preach:

"The Buddha said something that confuses all living beings. If I can't protect myself, how can I protect you? Even if I am a Buddha, I can't do anything about everything.

Even, I can't guarantee how long I can live!

Rahula was puzzled and said: "Listening to the Dharma in vain, since you will not gain the way, how can the merit of listening to the Dharma benefit people?"

Even if you become a Buddha, you say that you cannot protect yourself. What good is there for us to learn Buddhism? The implication is that whether you learn Buddhism or not, life and death are impermanent. That being the case, why not let me go back to be my little prince and enjoy life well.

The Buddha replied: "The merit of listening to the Dharma, although you can't get the Tao in this body. The five paths are received by the body, and there are many benefits."

Practicing Buddhism may not necessarily bring you blessings in this life, but you will know the benefits of practicing Buddhism when you reincarnate in the cycle of life and death and karma and retribution.

Hearing what the Buddha said, Rahula had to give up his desire to return to secular life.

Whether it is helpless or fortunate to accept the influence of Buddhism beside the Buddha. Soon, the opportunity came, and he finally understood the profound meaning of Buddhism, broke through ignorance and troubles, and became the first disciple of the Buddha's esoteric practice.

The sentient beings who are unwilling to learn Buddhism at this time are like Rahula who was young and obstinate and wanted to return to vulgarity. As long as they are given time and opportunities, I believe that one day they will be grateful for the wisdom of the Buddha! "

After he finished speaking, looking at the resolute Bianji, he gently persuaded: "This is a big matter, I advise you to think twice!"

After speaking, he got up and left.

In the empty meditation room, only Bian Ji was left, staring at the towering Buddha statue in a daze.

He didn't want to give up this relationship that shouldn't be, but it was so difficult to continue.

He will follow his heart and stick to his truest thoughts!

The audience in the live broadcast room had already dispersed, but Monk Bianji's words and singing still echoed in his ears.

Princess Gaoyang fell into memory.

That year, the mischievous she couldn't stand the royal rules, and ran out of the folks secretly, but because she had no money to eat, she became the leader of a group of beggars.

A ten-year-old young monk met a group of robbers when he went down the mountain for alms for alms for the first time.

This gang of robbers was made up of half-grown children, the oldest of whom was no more than ten years old.

Each of them was wearing coarse cloth with patches, and the things they held in their hands were nothing more than bamboo poles and sticks.

The little girl in the lead is Princess Gaoyang. Her weapon is the most decent, a slingshot. The small stones she shoots hurt the most, so she is respected as the boss.

Xiao Gaoyang held a slingshot, pointed at the little monk and said, "Hey, little monk, hand over all the food on your body!"

The little monk covered the steamed buns he just begged for in his arms, and said, "I...I don't want it!"

Xiao Gaoyang wiped his nose and said, "Hmph, then don't blame us for being rude! Little ones, grab it!"

As soon as she gave an order, a group of children shouted and rushed to the little monk, who ran away.

He ran and ran into the woods at the foot of the mountain. The child behind him disappeared, but it was dark and he lost his way.

He sighed and could only wait for dawn before finding his way back to the temple.

He picked up some leaves and branches in the forest, gathered them together, and made a small fire.

The little monk was leaning against the tree, warming himself by the fire, and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard crying, probably because the group of children had chased into the woods and lost their way.

After thinking for a while, he finally stood up, picked up a torch, and followed the cry.

Not far away, he found little Gao Yang who was crying under a big tree.

"Ahem, little benefactor, don't cry."

Xiao Gaoyang wiped her tears and looked up at him, seeing that it was the young monk, she jumped up and hugged him.

"I'm lost, and it's so dark, I'm scared to death! Little monk, please take me out!"

The little monk touched his bald head and said: "Amitabha, poor monk... Poor monk is also lost, why don't you go with me to enjoy the fire, and go out together after dawn."

Xiao Gaoyang was sitting by the fire, hugging and pushing, sniffing, his face was covered with tears.

The little monk baked the steamed buns by the fire with a tree branch. He heated up the steamed buns, handed them to Xiao Gaoyang, and said, "Here, don't cry, eat quickly."

Little Gaoyang looked at the steamed buns baked in the little monk's hand, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Aren't you going to eat it?"

The little monk shook his head and said, "I've eaten." As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach started growling.

The little monk's face turned red all of a sudden, and Xiao Gaoyang laughed through his tears. She took the steamed bun, broke it in half, handed the bigger half to the little monk, and said, "Here."

The little monk blushed and touched his head, and took the steamed buns.

The two wolfed down the steamed buns, and the little monk asked, "You...why did you rob?"

Little Gaoyang licked his lips and said: "I...we are all orphans, we can't get food, we can only steal something to eat, sometimes we can't steal, adults can't beat us, so we have to pick children. "

"That's it."

"Yes... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, hurry... go to sleep, you have to hurry tomorrow."

"Um."

The next day, the little monk walked out of the forest with little Gaoyang.

"Let's go here, and then we will reach the temple."

"Um."

The little monk clasped his palms together and performed a Buddhist salute to little Gaoyang, then turned and left.

"Hey, little monk!"

The little monk turned to look at her.

Little Gaoyang said with a blushing face, "In the future, when I become the head of the great village, you will...you will be my master of the village, okay?"

The little monk also blushed, scratched his head, turned around and walked away quickly.

ten years later.

The little monk grew into a handsome monk, was selected as a monk, and traveled all over the world as a candidate for the abbot of the temple.

On this day, on the way back to the temple, he met a group of vicious robbers, who tied him back to the village without saying a word.

"Amitabha, several benefactors, the poor monk has no money, please let the poor monk go back to the temple."

The leader, Scarface, roared viciously: "Don't talk nonsense, our village chief will see you!"

Several robbers threw the monk into the main hall of the cottage, untied him, and closed the door.

The monk looked around. There were lanterns and festoons here, red lanterns and candles, maybe it was a wedding.

He was looking at it when a girl in red came over.

He quickly said: "Congratulations to the benefactor on his wedding, but the poor monk doesn't drink alcohol, and he doesn't touch meat, so he really can't attend the benefactor's wedding banquet. I hope the benefactor will be tolerant."

The woman stepped forward quickly, grabbed his ear and said: "Smelly monk! I haven't seen you for ten years, forget me! I heard that you are going to be an abbot!"

"You... you are."

The monk looked at the pretty girl in front of him, and suddenly recalled the crying little Gao Yang in the forest.

"Tell me, do you still want to be the abbot!"

"Don't pull it, it hurts! It hurts! It's wrong! It's wrong!"

The girl let go of his ears and said, "Then... are you still vulgar?"