Cicada is Zen.

This is what the little monk often said to those children.

They didn't understand, and they didn't bother to ask, because they always felt that this little monk, who was not a few years older than them, would sound strange and strange in what he said.

Fortunately, they can still play together.

"In fact, it is not only the cicada that is Zen, the grass is also Zen, and the wood is also Zen. The "Yan Hua Jing" says that the Buddha's native five-color stems, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Tathagata." Said on the head of a child who was only about seven or eight years old.

"Little monk, then tell me, what is a Buddha?" The little boy squinted his eyes and asked.

The little monk looked at the little boy's eyes and shook his head: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" The little boy was taken aback, and seemed to be a little surprised at the little monk's answer, mainly because he always felt that the little monk was the only person in this village who knew everything, so when the little monk said he didn't know. At that time, this caused a great impact on the little boy, and he couldn't help thinking, is there anything in this world that even the little monk doesn't know?

"Some people say that the Buddha is in the heart, and some people say that the Buddha is in the realm of the Buddha." The little monk said with a smile, "Some people are guessing, some people are talking about mystery and mystery. In fact, many people in this world want to know. Where is the Buddha, but no one has seen it, so how can I tell them?"

"Then why do you still believe in Buddhism if you haven't seen it before?" the little boy asked.

The little monk scratched his head and said, "Because belief in Buddhism will give a person strength and psychological comfort and attachment."

Speaking of this, the little monk suddenly remembered something and said to the little boy: "Actually, I passed by a temple before. The host there used to be a robber. He used to kill many people, including women and children. In the end, he was afraid of cause and effect. Retribution, so I want to eat fast and reciting the Buddha. The Buddha does not exist. But do you think this affects one person? If there is no Buddha, many people may die."

"This can offset his sin?" It was a girl who was speaking. She was the little boy's sister, who was eighteen years old.

At this age, she could be married a long time ago, but her mother had a dystocia and left when she was giving birth to her younger brother, and the little girl’s father stumbled and fell when he went up the mountain to gather medicine.

The girl looks good. In the village, I don't know how many men want to marry her home, but she can't let go of her brother, and has never been married.

"Meizi, you always like to ask questions that I don't know the answer." The little monk said with a wry smile looking at the girl.

Meizi squatted down, pulled the little boy into her arms, stared at the little monk, and continued to ask: "You said, will the robber go to **** in the end?"

"I don't know." The little monk shook his head.

"You Buddhists all say, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right?" the little girl said, "could he really become a Buddha?"

"Probably not, anyway, when I saw him, he hadn't become a Buddha." The little monk said.

"If becoming a Buddha is really that simple, then everyone will pick up the butcher knife, and then put down the butcher knife. Is this guiding people toward good or evil?" Mei Zi continued to ask.

The little monk thought for a while and said, "I have an explanation, but I don't know if I can convince you."

"Say."

"The butcher knife mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures does not just refer to a knife dripping with blood, but includes malice, evil deeds, bad words, delusions, delusions, confusion, inversion, separation, and attachment," said the little monk.

Meizi frowned lightly and said, "Is this too difficult?"

"Not difficult." The little monk said with a smile.

Meizi "cut" and said, "Isn't it difficult? Can you do it?"

"I can."

"Why?"

The little monk let go of the cicada, turned his face to look at Meizi, and folded his hands together: "Because I don't have any, and let the peace talks go?"

"Um...it seems to be too!" Meizi nodded.

After a while, Meizi looked at the little monk again and asked, "Then you don't know where the Buddha is. Where can you find the Buddha in the future?"

The little monk stood up, dusted his clothes, and turned away.

When he stood up, he said, "People all over the world are thinking about Buddha, chanting Buddha, and looking for Buddha, but I don't want to find Buddha..."

Meizi hugged the little boy's neck, looked at the little monk's back, and chuckled lightly.

"Don't you go to the Buddha? I always feel that it's very complicated..."

She didn't understand, but she always felt that what the little monk said made sense.

"Uncle Suiyang is back!" Suddenly, a teenager jumped towards them.

"Uncle Suiyang?" Meizi and the boy also stood up.

Suiyang is the richest man in the village. He often goes out. Every time he comes back, he can bring back some weird things, including rouge gouache and the like.

Moreover, Suiyang is a very kind person. The fun and interesting things he brought back will be distributed to the children, and the rouge gouache will also be given to the girls and women in the village.

Upon hearing that Uncle Suiyang came back, all the children laughed and stood up quickly and ran in the same direction.

"Sister, let's go!" The boy said, looking at Meizi.

"I'm not going. I haven't used the rouge gouache given by Uncle Suiyang last time." Meizi said to the boy, "Huzi, go ahead. No matter what Uncle Suiyang gave you, thank you. Oh!"

"Yeah! Sister, then I'm going!" Huzi's feet were fast, and he ran a distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye.

"This kid." Meizi shook her head.

She looked at the back of Huzi jumping and sighed.

"When you grow up, I can also go and see the outside world."

She was a ghost, and walked towards the little monk's house.

However, he hadn't walked far before he met the little monk who was walking hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" Meizi asked, leaning forward.

"I don't know where it is." The little monk pointed out a direction and said, "This direction is about three hundred meters."

"Isn't that Uncle Suiyang's house? Are you going to join in the fun too?" Mei Zi asked.

"Uncle Suiyang?" The little monk frowned and asked, "Who is that?"

Meizi briefly explained the situation of Uncle Suiyang, and finally added: "Uncle Suiyang is a good person! But he has been out for a long time this time."

The little monk took a deep breath, the expression on his face at this moment turned out to be extremely serious.

"Take me there." These three words came out of the little monk's mouth, heavy.

Meizi was in a daze. It was the first time she heard the little monk speak in such a tone.

Probably aware of the seriousness of the problem, she did not joking like she used to, nodded vigorously, and walked forward with the little monk.

When I reached the door of Uncle Suiyang's house, I could hear the laughter inside.

Many people came in and out, and seemed to be holding things in their hands when they came out.

Huzi had already left at this time.

"Not here anymore?" The little monk's eyes were cold.

At this time, many people also saw the little monk and leaned forward to greet them one by one.

"Little Master, you are here too! Hurry in and see what good things Suiyang brought back this time. You can use them!"

"Yes, yes, you have to let the little master choose first!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a felt hat on his head came out. He was wearing a gray coat and the cloth shoes on his feet were full of mud.

"Huh? This is?" The middle-aged man is Suiyang, and he is still touching an old cigarette in his hand.

"Suiyang, this little master is amazing! After staying in our village for a long time, no matter who has a minor illness or calamity, he can heal it! And he is proficient in Buddhism and is advanced!" Someone explained to Suiyang. .

For these people, those who have the ability to say things they don't understand will feel unpredictable.

Incompetent people who speak mysterious and mysterious Zen will feel that they are pretending to be fools.

People! It's all like this.

"Oh! That's it! Little master, please come in quickly." Suiyang said with a smile on his face.

The little monk looked at Suiyang, but didn't smile, and said with a calm face, "Suiyang donor is so deadly!"

"Dead?" Everyone's expressions changed.

They were all wondering whether the meaning of the little monk's words meant that Suiyang's fate was soon over.

Otherwise, how can a living person be accompanied by death entanglement?

Suiyang's expression suddenly changed, and in the blink of an eye he returned to the same condition as before, but the little monk could still see the panic in his eyes.

"What does the little master mean?" Suiyang asked.

The little monk sighed and looked at the group of people around him, his eyes lightened a lot, not as aggressive as before.

"Suiyang donor, can we talk about it?"

"Okay." Suiyang hesitated and nodded.

Suiyang turned and walked inside, the little monk followed, and Meizi wanted to follow, but the little monk stopped him back.

With outsiders, he felt that he couldn't hear the truth from Suiyang's mouth. In fact, he could also use mind-reading. After all, it was not as detailed as he heard, and he was unwilling to do that.

What I read is secret, but what I hear is relief.

Entering a room that is not too open and bright, Suiyang immediately asked, "Little Master, who did you listen to?" as soon as he sat down.

"Don’t listen to anyone, I’m just curious, what exactly did you bring back this time, and why it made me feel so much devilishness and resentment. I always felt that this village was full of wailing and killing. I haven't found the resentment until you come back. My feelings have grown a lot, but now, that devilish resentment seems to be covered by something."

"Oh?" Suiyang sneered and said, "Listening to what the little master said, it's really mysterious."

"Grave robbery was originally a hidden thing. Of course, dealing with you is a matter of the government. I have one request. Give me all the things you bring back. I can keep the village safe." Little monk = hands He Shi said.

"Fart! Mother, I can see that you just want to use this to threaten me to report to an official, and you want to take away all my stolen fights, right?" Suiyang no longer has the kindness before. The expression on his face became extremely hideous.