Flowing into Ananda’s motionless Zen mind also caused ripples.
Young life, young body, young man, he accepts all the memories.
Teenagers’ joys and sorrows dominate his mind.
The young monk was happy, happy and uneasy when he saw the girl, just like Ananda Buddha’s heart.
The girl blinked and smiled. "I came to listen to your story again, Xiao-he-Shang."
The word "Little Monk" dragged on long and soft, with a girl naive and lively, even if the Buddha heard it, it would be tempted to make it worse for a little girl.
As if the young monk had rehearsed several times, he naturally said in a very gentle voice, "What story does Xiu Girl want to hear today?"
Xiu girl’s beautiful eyes narrowed and Zhan Yan said, "I listen to what you say."
It seems that the young monk was ready to take Xiu girl to a pool outside the temple, next to the flowing water, and next to it was a small bamboo forest, where the breeze blew, which was particularly quiet.
Chapter 26 Conversion
This is a story that is neither too long nor too short.
The young monk spoke softly in Sanskrit.
The young girl’s eyes are deeply focused on him, and even the beautiful scenery leaked by Qing He can enjoy it.
No matter how beautiful the scenery is, how can you get people?
Like all stories about monks
Once upon a time, there was a mountain, a temple and an old monk in the temple.
Maybe this is not a temple, but a dilapidated door, which is not enough to shelter the bodhisattva from the wind and rain.
There is a broken pot, several broken bowls and a bedroll in the temple.
There was a time when the old monk often went out for alms and came back to see if there were no bowls.
The old monk was a little angry in his heart, but he soon died down.
He is a virtuous monk, so he finally smiles.
A few days later, the old monk came back from the mountain and saw that the pot was gone.
This time, the monk was not so angry and smiled.
When the monk went out for the third time and returned from begging, the thief still patronized this time.
The bedroll is gone, too. The old monk can’t even sleep.
The monk didn’t make up his bed and meditate, and he didn’t go out for alms, so for several days.
The stars are all over the sky, and it’s late at night. Yi Deng, an old monk like a bean, sits in meditation.
Suddenly I heard someone knocking at the door. The old monk got up and looked out through the crack of the door.
A bruiser stands out in the starry night.
"Who is it?" The old monk asked
The man outside has been watching the old monk for a long time and he is not afraid to see a lean and dry old monk inside.
He smiled at the door and said, "I’m a frequent visitor here. You didn’t take anything at ordinary times and didn’t thank you. You’d better thank you for taking your things today." Door! "
The old monk said, "I’ll give you whatever you want if you put your hand through the door."
The thief was so happy that he put his hand through the door.
Who knows that the old monk grabbed his hand and tied him to a column, then beat him with a stick and shouted "convert to Buddha!" Conversion method! Convert to a monk! "
The thief cried in pain, "ouch! Stop fighting. Ouch! Ouch! ! Stop it! ! Oh! "
The old monk shouted "convert to Buddha!"
The thief was in great pain, and Nai shouted, "Oh, convert to Buddha!" "
The old monk "converted to the law!"
Mao thief "Oooo conversion method!"
The old monk "converted to a monk!"
Thief "Ah, convert to a monk!"
Not long, not short, no one interrupted the story, and finally finished.
The young monk is guided by a magnetic sound, as if the voice of the thief and the monk "convert to Buddhism, convert to Buddhism, convert to Buddhism, and convert to monks" also lingers with the faint breeze.
The young monk finally said, "This is the famous story of three conversions in Buddhist scriptures."
Xiu girl’s clear eyes are a deep and secluded spring, with a kind of bitterness. "You have three conversions to me, but there are four conversions."
The young monk asked, "Four conversions?"